#populied

NOW PLAYING ... SHIPPING Q&A, ft. @populied

is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

i would love to play odile/velvette sometime ngl, i love some toxic yuri and odile definitely has a bit of do i want you or want to be you going on with all three of the vees. i do hc her working mostly between valentino and velvette while she was at voxtek so there's plenty of opportunities for a fucked up little workplace situationship if anything ever goes in that direction 👀

how easily does your muse get crushes?

i'd say like ... average? if that's an answer? if you fit her type, it's quite easy for her to develop a crush, but rare that it'll go deeper because she's so allergic to emotional vulnerability 😔

does your muse have a celebrity crush?

now playing ... valentine's day alphabet, ft. @populied

Q   :   QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to? (and would she even want to get married for that matter)

i went into if she'd want to get married here, so, if it were to happen: she'd want her partner to ask. putting aside that she almost never makes the first move anyway ( can't be rejected if you don't </3 ), she secretly loves the idea of having a romantic proposal and someone going to the effort of making it really special for her.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

oh yes. she hasn't had very many serious relationships but the big one she did have when she was alive really shattered her, and it's the main reason why she's as flighty and unstable with relationships as she is now.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

"i can't say i see why this is where you draw the line, vincent." alastor sits on his haunches, crisp white shirt buttoned back at his elbows. this process does make quite a mess, he'll admit, but the both of them don't much read as men who loathe to get their hands dirty. "as a boy i was always told 'waste not, want not' - is that not a lesson they see fit to impart on you over in the midlands?" his head tilts, something coy and just this side of antagonistic sitting at the corner of his upturned mouth. "no matter. if we dilly-dally by teaching you basic ettiquette, we'll be here all night, and i do prefer to get all this tidied up before the witching hour."

"dude, fucking chill out." adam hasn't raised his voice the entire time. that's something he has over these sad little freaks from the pride ring; they love yelling, like being louder reminds him how important they're supposed to be. adam wipes the corner of his mouth with his wrist, then gestures somewhere over vox's shoulder in search of a napkin for his fingers. "you tried these? take a couple. you're not you when you're a hangry little bitch."

he doesn't know why alastor insists on speaking in riddles. he has this theory that alastor knows nothing he's saying is all that interesting, and he has to compensate for that by forcing his listeners to solve a puzzle every time he speaks. not that it's hard for vox, but you know, it's pretty fucking unnecessary. thinking about the vees makes it easier to focus on what can pass for a compliment and not how much he hates this pretentious ass man -- "her name is velvette. and velvette is very talented, pulls in more viewers within two minutes of starting a stream -- that means going live, old man -- than your little show does all week! and she doesn't even need to use cheap gimmicks! i'll pass the compliment onto her, not that it means much coming from you."

alastor's smile trembles with glee. "i'd expect she pulls more viewers than i do, vincent - you know, with my show being audible?" the tiniest pitfall alastor could imagine, yet big enough even still for him to plant both stubborn feet inside. "i dread to think you've been tuning in on occasion hoping to feast your eyes. no matter, at least you know now!"

hour four's closing in rapidly. the thing about the both of them is that no stone can truly be left unturned; every time the conversation lulls, a new pit is spat straight out in full view. house leans back in his chair, one hand loose around his sweating glass. "lotta things don't work for you. including my girls."