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Milo sighs, likely invading Liam's large personal space bubble.

"Liam. Can you please go on about one of your favourite niche things so I can forget about these rancid vibes? I don't care- well, I do care about things you like because I'm not toxic - but the topic is yours, I will listen, I just need a distraction."

The phone wasn't even in their hands. This was indeed a cry for help.

liam tensed his shoulders up when they got close to his bubble, into his space. as if shrinking away, and trying to avoid potentially being touched by the reaper.

eyes darted over, the vampire's own phone clutched in his hands, having been typing away in reply to some forum before he shifted his thumb over to the power button, and turned his phone off with a soft click. lowering, adjusting his glasses and untensing as he got used to milo's presence near him.

"well there is so many things i could talk about. such as the invention of the first chain saw prototype, created by scottish doctors for the assistance in childbirth. "

#atropaanimus #『 fangs & filters — liam de lioncourt #『 statement submission — ask #does being interested in the medical developments count as a niche interest of a vampire who lived through them #the ever changing practices

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liam was all too accustomed to the serfs simply existing around miranda, though he could not quite treat them as not there. every so often, at any movement, his eyes would quickly flick down or towards them, before they shot back to miranda. it was the predator in him, liking to be aware of every movement in his close vicinity, as it was not uncommon for liam's eyes to jerk at any passing classmate that may have gotten too close to the table he sat at during lunch, or near his desk in the middle of class.

a quick side glance, to let the vampire be more aware of his surroundings.

it was no different now, when the serf had come close to begin to clean miranda's claws. yellow eyes jerking briefly down when they got close, a quick glance at what they were doing before his eyes returned to miranda, and he returned to this conversation.

liam didn't know the deep workings of the merkingdom, and their views on the lesser than royals having phones, but even he knew to not expect it of miranda to have her number just out for anyone.

who knows who could get ahold of it then.

liam fiddled with his phone, moving the device back and forth idly in his hands, letting his thumbs brush over the minor ridges in his phone case, and feel the buttons for the power, and volume. lost in his own thoughts briefly, contemplating what he should say next.

miranda did make a good rebuttle, about the usage of her phone, he can't imagine there is a lot of merfolk down below the water that simply have their royal heir on speed dial.

"i am curious miri, how does your phone work when you are home? in the water, does it not mess with the technology or is it specially made to withstand it, and not take the liquid damage? " he wants to gauge how asking about the phone will go ... and why it was bleeding like a living creature.

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She stretched her hands outwards, gesturing again only once to call another serf over to her, and immediately they withdrew a cloth to begin to clean Miranda's claws for her. They tilted their head low, reverent, eyes cast down to their work, polishing each scale and working short, webbed digits around each pad on her palm. The otter didn't look up to Liam, switching instead between soap and wet cloth and another cloth and polish and finally a scented oil, content to keep work on attending to Miranda's hands, ensuring they were clean to perfection, instead of attempting to broach a conversation that they understood they were not a part of.

Miranda, who was still acting as though all of this was so mundane that she did not even have to pay it her full attention, something which Liam himself could attest to — looked down at the ground, less at the serf which was tending to her, and moreso like she was peering through them, looking at something which was not there simply to not look back at Liam.

"I mean — it would not be so hard, I do not think," she mouths the words down at the top of the serf's head. Maybe they are listening. Maybe they are not, because their ears are folded down, small as they are, nearly hidden beneath all the fur covering their body. Miranda certainly would not care either way, because this is not a secret she has to be wary of around her own staff.

This is not a secret either, but the aftertaste of secrets is still in her mouth, wrapped around her tongue, and she has yet to fully chew her way back out of it.

Would the serf even understand the profundity of the secret at hand either? Probably not. Things were different, when she broached the legal boundary between the Merkingdom and anything else left, and the space between Liam and Miranda and the serf was vast.

"It has only been... What, seven years since I first obtained a phone? And I do not truly use them when I return home either... Whoever else would I talk to if not you? It is not as though anyone else within the kingdom has any number I could collect."

#royalreef #『 fangs & filters — liam de lioncourt #reply #queue #gore #blood #tw gore #tw blood #liam is finally taking the plunge and going to ask about the phone #his vampire curiousity got the better of him #these reveals miranda is doin are so vague and they're makin liam so painfully curious to know

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bio writing is hard can't i just beam my oc thoughts into people's brains

#『 archivist statement — out of character #writing has been so hard these past few days #like i just #sit n stare #bio writing you will be my end

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the touch was a lot more appreciated than mere words. people could say anything, and while sometimes hearing the affirmations of being cared about, the gentle, careful touches meant a little more. especially if they are paired with the words.

" my accessory today? you gonna rest on my shoulders if i wear you like a scarf? " abdu shifted his arms around them, lowering them a little. his own body seemed to slouch a little, like he, himself, was preparing to scoop sawyer up.

because he was. he was preparing to pick sawyer up.

" think you'd look good as a bag though, on my back."

Sawyer was definitely a believer in the idea that actions spoke much louder in words, so careful, loving touch was natural to them to communicate with Abdu, make sure he knows he is well cared for.

"I'm not being shy, just quiet." They whined into his shoulder in a playful 'annoyed' tone. "And agreed! So I am your new accessory for today, I can be a hand bag or perhaps a scarf, how's that sound?"

#chaosmultiverse #chaosmultiverse — Sawyer #『 skate gravings — abdu

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"oh definitely the vastness of thought, and yet the void of nothingness at all."

brian's arms pulled from oz, making their home back into the pockets of his jeans as he looked to the other. watching the little phobias and their interest into his mind, though he can't say he'd share them.

"now that's what i like to hear - let's go ozzie." brian was definitely going to take oz up on the offer to pay. free food will never be turned down by the zombie, that's for sure.

if it is, it ain't him.

"maybe i can share some of my other thoughts when they're not stuck on how good ramen would be right now."

Oz retracted the hug as Brian pulled away, a small part of them considered being more clingy but... No, that'd be awkward and unfunny.

"Huh, any thoughts in particular? Or just the vastness of thoughts?" Oz had crossed his arms and was trying to stand casually but his phobias betrayed him and showed how interested they were in what Brian had been thinking about, they were on the egdes of their seats.

"We could go get something to eat, I can pay, my treat." Oz offers.

#chaosmultiverse #chaosmultiverse — Oz #『 decay is an extant form of life — brian yu

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abdu did have to lean back a little at such a loud laugh, not thinking what he said was really that funny to warent the loud laughter from the prince, but he'll take it. anything to make the other laugh he supposed.

abdu raised his eye a little, looking down to that sly smile before his own spread across his face. tugging to make sure the prince was pressed right up against him. utterly trapped, "guess you will.. guess i should learn some royal etiquette aye? jus in case "

IDP laughed, his laugh was hardy and maybe a little too loud, almost like he was trying to voice act a laugh from across a room from the mic "Yes! A love bug! It's very serious!"

"Kind of? I think I should be dubbed the new king of funny, yes? I mean I suppose if I were to be crowned I'd need a consort~" He opened one of his eyes to look up at Abdu's face with a slightly sly smile.

#chaosmultiverse #『 skate gravings — abdu #chaosmultiverse — IDP

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[ text ] –– funny petty way is always tempting isn't it? 😂

abdu shifted how he laid on his bed, stretched out as he typed out his second response. a bit of a smirk ever present on his face as he did this.

using one hand to type, the other occupied by sticking chips into his mouth.

[ text ] –– they'd better leave a good review if both of em are usin your services. can't imagine how embarrassin it would be otherwise. otherwise not much they can do but whatevs.

[ text ] –– tell me how it goes tho lol i wanna keep updated on this drama

Sawyer admittedly was getting too much of a laugh by sharing the pains of their job with Abdu, his reactions and advice gave some humor to the situation.

Text: I mean, they both already signed off parts of their souls and neither othem thought to have any clauses about getting their souls back sooo

Text: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Text: I should be the bigger person though, more likely they share my summoning ritual that way and like leave a good review.. Still... Funny petty way... 🤔

#chaosmultiverse #『 skate gravings — abdu #chaosmultiverse — Sawyer

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"Liam?" Her head jumps a little on Liam's chest as she asks the question, the movement of her jaw lifting her up and placing her back down again when she goes quiet. Even just with her neck turned to her side, her head resting on his chest, mundane and simple as this, comes with a firm and steady weight that serves as a reminder to what she is, what her body has been shaped by the seafoam for. If he needed to breathe, Miranda could have surely pressed it from him without much effort.

Her crown towers above them both, tines stretched out to devour the sky and all the stars, sitting atop the pink princess, who cares not for these things, and who busies herself with nudging her head up against Liam's chin.

Miranda's tongue eventually flicks out, the double tips first only briefly darting over his skin, disturbing hairs and little more. Then, it touches him, the texture smooth and only distantly textured, bumps stretched out into hills, tastebuds like scales. Her tongue is slick, wet, evoking things from beneath, the low things that burrow through the silt and the marine snow and wither in the light of the sun. The dual tips move in tandem, both excising distinct muscular control, removed from the other and yet working in the same part. She darts a few times over, only briefly brushing up against his lips once, before some shyness takes her, and she tilts her head to press her nose down and against his collarbone again.

Miranda, still dwelling, finally continues her question, speaking again to Liam's neck.

"Do you... Do you ever miss it? Being human, I mean?"

the weight of miranda was welcomed.

her leaning on his body, enough if it dared to squeeze the wind out of him, was comforting, something he'd grown accustomed too even before they made things official. just as used to the sensation of the tongue against his skin.

the tickle of the slight hairs on his skin made some shivers, nothing that caused a full physical reaction, before the tongue touched his skin. liam scrolled idly though his phone, giving a little hum to acknowledge to the princess that he'd heard her call his name.

head tilted in the silence, a factor to cause the tongue to brush his lips, only to return to some sense of shyness. it quirked his lips momentarily, upwards in an amused smile towards her.

the question hung in the air, heavy and on liam's mind.

liam's finger twitched, his chest rose in a mock suck in of air that he didn't need, the weight of someone else causing it exhale as soon as it settled in his lungs.

"sometimes," he raised his hand, pulled his glasses from his face to clean them off. holding the square frames in his hand. a centuries old prescription that he didn't need when he'd been human. "now that i've lived for a while."

being a vampire, at first, had been quite thrilling. a sexy beast of the night, a dangerous predator that gave him power, anyone would want to seek that. even if the method of turning could be unpleasant. "i don't miss the life i had, when i was human. i mostly miss the concept of being mortal, to be able to live a full life without constantly having to find new things to occupy the mind and keep things interesting for myself as the time shells on."

his hands pushed the glasses back onto his face, blinking as to adjust to the new, clear world around him, as his hand moved to brush along miranda's back. "why do you ask, dear miranda?"

#royalreef #『 statement submission — ask #『 fangs & filters — liam de lioncourt #『 the rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum — liam x miranda ( royalreef ) #liam only thinks it with modern world tech #now this is a topic i definitely wanna explore on more #vampires n immortality n the length of one's life is something i think about often #especially for liam

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i'm sick but i guess that finally frees up my time to reply and finish updating my blog

#『 archivist statement — out of character #you know those images of victorian children in their beds #thats me right now #on the couch at my dads house #im under two blankets n a cat n im still shiverin

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yet another muse list update, but this is strictly pokemon based

new canon muses include professor laventon and captain cyllene from Pokemon: Legends Arceus

and Mr Salvatore and Boss Eri of Team Star's Caph Squad from Pokemon Scarlet & Violet

new original characters too !

including Marianel of Team Star, Kyou of the Galaxy Expedition Team in Hisui and Agent 345, codename: Holmes of the International Police bios on them out soon !

#『 archivist statement — out of character #reblog #for those who didn't see

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yet another muse list update, but this is strictly pokemon based

new canon muses include professor laventon and captain cyllene from Pokemon: Legends Arceus

and Mr Salvatore and Boss Eri of Team Star's Caph Squad from Pokemon Scarlet & Violet

new original characters too !

including Marianel of Team Star, Kyou of the Galaxy Expedition Team in Hisui and Agent 345, codename: Holmes of the International Police bios on them out soon !

#『 archivist statement — out of character #blog update #muse list update #pokemon #was gonna get this out on pokemon day but #work took over #nyways legends arceus back on the brain

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#ELECTIRIZCR -- a pokémon fan region and original characters

[penned by brit (30+, she/they) follows from svndrenched]

multi muse, multi ship

indie, private, selective, 18+

personals and pokémon irl dni

carrd

#『 archivist statement — out of character #promo #fan regionsss #heart

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@royalreef replied:

don't say that, miri might just take liam up on the fighting offer (and she doesn't plan to lose)

oh my how romantic might make liam blush if she does - he loves a good battle o words

real foreplay is in the intense discussions

#『 archivist statement — out of character #possible nsfw #woo him with an fight miranda #do not go easy on him

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sizzlin' hot

bob the builder hot

i am not saying bob the builder is hot, im just saying you have the hotness of a handyman. you're humble, down to earth, and exist with an easy confidence that takes peoples breath away. you always seem to know exactly what you are doing. you may still be stuck in your hometown, but you have quite the reputation. you do get a lot of business, after all. people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot, and they always call you, listening through the phone receiver with a light blush and bated breath, for your inevitable "I'll help you."

#『 archivist statement — out of character #『 half fashioned man made — victor schmidt #chat is this real #victor the builder #also kinda funny that the built man is the one who is bob the builder hot

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hot or not

friend you have a weird rivalry with hot

you are always fighting to show you're better. always seeing who can run faster, talk louder, be stronger. you both whirl to face each other after every test, showing off the bright red numbers at the top of the page. when you beat them by a couple points, the "jokingly" smug look on your face makes them huff and turn away, give you a friendly punch to the shoulder that might leave a bruise. when you lose 90 to their 96, the bitter spark of jealousy in the pit of your stomach reminds you to study harder. you'll best them next time. sometimes this rivalry gets messy though, and for some reason you both tend to crush on the same person, hurting each other to compete for their affection. though you always end up forgetting the crushes, and making up. whats some random fling compared to your friendship anyway?

#『 archivist statement — out of character #『 fangs & filters — liam de lioncourt #CONFIRMED #liam is your weird rivalry lover #besides why have some weird love triangle when u can fight then bang #now to do this with others

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 　　　　　a semi-selective, multimuse & multifandom blog featuring canon and 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　original character

#『 archivist statement — out of character #promo #reblog #pushin while i work on my muse list

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Pokèmon Starters Headcanons!

bulbasaur: does your muse enjoy staying outside?

charmander: is your muse popular? do they enjoy it, or want to achieve it?

squirtle: is your muse part of a team, or a gang?

chikorita: is your muse jealous? of who or what?

cyndaquil: does your muse open up easily, or are they shy?

totodile: is your muse considerable energetic?

treecko: is your muse a solitary person, or do they like having a large group of friends?

torchic: does your muse enjoy fighting?

mudkip: what meme could better describe your muse?

turtwig: what’s your muse favorite weather?

chimchar: how active is your muse?

piplup: is your muse a show-off?

snivy: is your muse snobby? 

tepig: what’s your muse favorite dish?

oshawott: what would your muse do to protect those they care for?

chespin: is your muse a pacifist?

fennekin: what does your muse think of magic and the paranormal?

froakie: is there someone your muse considers very similar to themselves?

rowlett: is your muse considerable fashionable?

litten: how easy is it for your muse to get angry?

popplio: is your muse a good singer?

grookey: what’s your muse favorite music genre?

scorbunny: is your muse into sports? which ones?

sobble: does your muse cry easily?

pikachu: who’s your muse’s best friend?

eevee: if your muse could change, how would they do it?

#『 archivist statement — out of character #ask memes #open for any muse