@twistxdtales plotted starter [polly/jacob]

Another night had proven to be successful, with Polly leading the audience into cheering and whistling. There was no doubt she had been a favourite in the club for months, ever since she was hired by Jacob to work in it. Word about him being present at the club since the beginning of the show was among the rest of the girls, but Polly didn't spot him in the audience and hadn't seen nor spoke to him as the night went by.

Jacob was a boss known to keep things under control, with no margin for errors, which gave Polly the possibility to improve in her stage dances and to even explore new movements while in her apartment, with a pole she'd set in it so she could practice. She left no room for disappointment and instead gave the opposite effect, making clients want to see her rather than the rest of the ladies. Her coworkers respected him and were afraid of him, but Polly couldn't bring herself to sense fear around him. The way he treated her in a soft, gentle way was different from the way he treated the rest, and he didn't seem to carry such a serious, bold expression with her, which made her feel welcomed in the club and in a sense, protected.

She made her way back to her dressing room, skin glittery, and with beads of sweat formed on her forehead and thighs. Makeup was intact, along with the curls on the ends of her blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. Heels clicked against the floor as she walked into the dressing room, hands moving down her black fishnet stockings. She'd chosen to wear a black leather body piece, hugging her frame perfectly, which left small space for imagination. Polly approached the mirror near the lockers and observed her reflection for a few moments until she heard the door opening. Body turned, eyes widening when she saw a man, in a drunken state, walking to her. "Sir, this area is staff only."

The man attempted to grab her, but Polly's palms pressed against his chest to push him away. She could smell the alcohol in him, traces of liquor on his shirt as well. With a grunt, he grabbed her elbow tightly and then gripped her jaw, a groan leaving her as she attempted to release herself from his grasp. "So pretty you are..." He mumbled drunkenly, attempting to lean close to her.

Sal sighed. He rolled his shoulders before speaking. "Polly, this is Salome." The man introduced the blonde to the brunette. "She's a weapons dealer my family had ties with. Oh, and she's batshit crazy." Sal added the insult out of his own need, since every bone in his body disliked Salome. Sure, she was a helpful asset in their business but nothing more than that.

When Sal saw the hand come up, he stepped forward out of instinct. "Don't you fucking dare." The man threatened, coming between the two women. He eyed Salome, his glare was strong enough to rival hers. "You need to leave, Salome." His voice showed malice and he was prepared to help her leave, if it meant keeping Polly out of harms way. People in the restaurant began to stare, and Sal was sure Polly's cop friend would soon show up. That was the last thing they needed. "I mean it."

@relicuniques

"i don't have the time to go through your pokémon collection with you. again. how much could've changed since last night? don't tell me you went on ebay last night and spent your inheritance on shiny little cards..." / @luvticon

onde: algum lugar na peninsula college com: polly (monster prom) para: vera (@underdvg)

depois de um dia inteiro de não fazer absolutamente nada, polly sentia que ia morrer. ok, não que tecnicamente pudesse morrer, já que já estava morta, mas se ficasse entediada por mais cinco minutos, tinha certeza que descobriria uma segunda morte secreta, desbloqueada apenas para aqueles que ousaram permanecer no tédio por tanto tempo. e ela certamente não queria aquilo! ainda tinha tanto pra... viver? ela era muito jovem!

desesperada, começou a andar pelos cômodos da faculdade aleatoriamente, sem se preocupar com a etiqueta humana de usar portas, algo que só se passava pela sua cabeça quando estava de muito bom humor – ou quando estava muito imersa em algum roleplay. torcendo para que interrompesse algo divertido e assustando vários desavisados no processo, polly finalmente alcançou um rosto conhecido, e um dos seus preferidos. o sorriso no rosto foi instantâneo, flutuando para o espaço entre ela e o que quer que estivesse prendendo sua atenção naquele momento. "veeeeeera!", praticamente berrou, sem conter a sua animação, "por favor me diz que tá fazendo algo legal. alguma fraude. golpe. plano maligno. por favor, por favor, por favor!", insistiu, se sentando no móvel ao lado sem nenhuma cerimônia. "e me deixa participar? eu nunca te pedi nada em toda a minha pós-vida", fez um biquinho exagerado, sabendo que aquilo estava longe de ser verdade.

ooc. idk if anyone else is online but short 2 sentence starter call? no brain just muse

( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )

        𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧-𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. He allowed the rest of the group to play the hero in his steed, leaning back in his chair and extending out his legs, hovering an inch above the floor. He sighed and intertwined his fingers over his stomach breathing in the smell of wet pine and a babbling brook nearby. He leaned out of his chair, widening his half-lidded eyes as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. He mumbled his gratitude, reaching forward and savoring the warmth that washed down his throat.

        He had to laugh when she mentioned Chuckles. He was… something else. Varric trusted him, but there was something unsure about him. That was only how he could explain it. ❝ Chuckles won’t mind, but Sparkler--Dorian--might. ❞ He looked over his shoulder and watched as the rest of his group watched over the perimeter, staring into the dark depths of the forest around them for any nasty beings lying in wait. ❝ I think Chuckles will be grateful that you offered him a bed to lay in for the night. He doesn’t mind tents, but there’s nothing better than a proper bed to sleep in. ❞

@miss-polly

@faithdevotion

"Hey!" Miles greeted as he opened his door. He'd been excited to see Polly since the party they'd met at. Not only was she beautiful, but she was so easy to talk to. Because he liked to take things slow, he suggested they meet for a casual dinner. Not a date, nothing with a lot of pressure. Unfortunately though, the issue he was working on had taken longer than expected. "Sorry I changed our plans last minute," The illustrator apologized as he let her in. "I just gotta' finish this cover real quick. But as promised, food is on me." For now though, he guided her through the large industrial New York apartment. There was a staircase leading to the loft he worked in with his sister on their comics, the rest was nicely furnished. "Make yourself at home."

❄ one-liner riddler test for @miss-polly (ilu) ❄

"Excuse me, miss." Edward's smile was kind, the perfect imitation of the same smile that he'd seen on others whose expressions seemed more honest and genuine than his usually were. "I'd like to ask you a question. What kind of a garden does a baker have?"

Being atheist and asexual is such a power combo of being made to feel invalidated and excluded from spaces while simultaneously being told you’re not “oppressed enough”

@savior-negan [ cont. from here ]

The sight of blood was enough to tell something wasn't right, and while it was no surprise that Negan was involved in risky affairs, it was at first a shock to witness him covered in blood. She had arrived way before time to spend some time with him before they were exposed to the public, but the plans she had were considered only as thoughts and no more upon seeing him. She slowly took steps forward to him, heels clicking against the floor of his place. The smell of blood reached her nostrils, and there was a difference in her clothing and her scent from his own. However, the dress would be soon gone from elegant to just a piece of clothing with some blood on it, because she had the intention to stay and find out what happened. If he refused to share details, though, she would just decide to stay and be beside him.

Ignoring him, she stopped a few inches away from him to sit down beside him. She set her purse down on the floor and a hand sneaked up to reach for his face, no matter if she'd be covered in his blood... or someone else's. "Negan." She rolled out his name in a whisper, expression serious yet determined. "Let's get you cleaned up. I don't want to hear any buts in this, alright?" What would be the first reaction someone else would have? Run? Well, for Polly that was no option, and she had seen many grisly things over the years to simply not be shocked anymore. She cared for him, and it wasn't pleasant to see him like that. "I'll wash your clothes as soon as we're done."

Closed Starter

@faithdevotion

The music of the club drummed in his ears. Sal ran a hand down his face, a sigh escaped him. His day was nothing short of stressful and exhausting. The man had to deal with a shipment gone wrong, take care of someone who was skimming off the top. Even in all his years in the family, and the business, it never got easier pulling a trigger. After a time, you just become desensitized to it.

Sal watched a stripper on stage. He liked what he was seeing. She was good looking, from what he could see from the distance between himself and the stage. But there was something that bothered him. There was something in his mind, telling him that the woman on stage meant something to him. That he knew her.

The show was soon over, and Sal was stunned as the same stripper walked past him. It was Polly. His ex-girlfriend Polly. Sal felt like his heart lodged into his throat. Never in a million years did he expect to see her, much less in a place like this. He wondered if he should approach her, but did he have a right to do that? Sal had broken her heart, betrayed her in the worst way possible due to his own stupidity. But he just had to talk to her. "Polly." Sal grabbed her hand, albeit slowly. "What are you doing here?"

THIS IS IT. THIS IS HOW SHE LEAVES THIS MORTAL REALM. BEING ASKED FOR THE CUMMIES--

skating polly😭💔💔💔 noooo kelli ur better than this......

@royalreef​ asked: ❤❤❤ pretend i am sending the right heart emoji i am tired (yes feel free to do polly and milo while youre at it)

If It’s Love // Accepting

Miranda

If we kissed? [] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [X] Softly(?) bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [X] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [X] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [X] Yes, definitely. [X] No. [X] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [X] All of the above You + me + room = … [X] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [X] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [X] Be mine. [] Marry me. [Already Did This] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

@milobelladonna​ / Milo

If we kissed? [X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [X] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. You know too much [] Just simply not my type. [X] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [X] Good looking. [X] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [X] Take your money and Bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

@prankmasterz​ If we kissed? [X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [X] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [X] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [X] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You/Me holding me from behind. You are… [X] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [X] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [X] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [X] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [Already Did This] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [X] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 for @bonecadocirco​ ♡

polly jean e benjamin ASSUSTANDO HUMANOS para o ritual 

Não sabia bem como funcionava, mas estava completamente empolgado. Como uma criança que vive o seu primeiro Halloween. Analisando os fatos, esse era exatamente o caso, já que suas últimas lembranças antes do coma, aos doze anos, não incluem nenhum evento de Halloween. Pelo menos não daquele jeito, com uma fantasia impecavelmente assustadora. Enquanto caminhava até a tal porta, ouvia as instruções ao lado de Polly.   “ ━━ Ficar preso para sempre no mundo non-maj parece muito drástico. Será que é verdade? Bom, acho que eu faria sucesso lá com o meu braço. Ou me tornariam uma cobaia em algum lugar. ━━ ”   Finalmente desviou o olhar da porta para notar a garota, e teve uma mistura de reações ao ver a sua fantasia. Os olhos se arregalaram, um sorriso animado apareceu em seu rosto.   “ ━━ Uau! Você nem vai precisar de 30 minutos para assustar alguém. Eles têm tanto filme sobre boneca amaldiçoada, que deve ser tipo o maior medo dos non-maj. Vai ser moleza para você. ━━ ”   Não era exatamente isso, mas estava certo sobre a aparência assustadora dela. Considerando o evento, isso era um elogio. 

( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )

        𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. He had jumped back of course--he can blame Cassandra’s punch for that knee-jerk reaction--but the fork had barely touched him, only briefly scraping over his red tunic. It hadn’t hurt and all Varric could respond was a voice of disbelief.

        He chuckled, voice full of surprise, when he looked up to see Polly’s wide-eyed, tightened lip expression on her reddened face. As expected, Polly stammered, but unexpectedly, she mustered up the courage to blame Varric, of all people. 

        ❝ I deserve to have a fork thrown at me? ❞ If she didn’t hear the chuckle that left his lips, he sounded as if he was offended by his high-pitched voice. ❝ My apologies for interrupting your breakfast, Flower. ❞ Varric’s voice lowered, but it still held that playful edge to it that was common for the dwarf. ❝ I was going to ask if you would prefer your character to have a flower crown in my novel, picked up from one of her adventures, but now I’m debating if I should give her a fork for a weapon instead. ❞

@miss-polly