ā¤ - What does your muse look forward to in their soulmate?
ā„ - How often/easily does your muse get heartbroken?
ā£ - What calms your muse down?
į¦ - Sexuality?
ā - Does your muse worry about time?
ā - Favorite time of the year?
āæ - Does your muse like nature in general?
ā - Does your muse have any kind of religion?
ā - Can your muse write? How well?
ā - Can your muse draw? How well?
ā - What kind of weather does your muse consider the best?
ć - Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?
ā - Does your muse believe in the afterlife?
āŗ - Something your muse finds pretty
ā - What is your museās phone gallery filled with?
ā¦ - What is your museās favorite fruit?
ā§ - What is your museās favorite kind of food?
ā½ - Something your muse has problems understanding
āŗ - Something that makes your muse happy
ā¹ - Something that makes your muse sad/upset
ā - How often does your muse text?
āØ - How often does your muse use the computer?
ā« - What is your museās taste in music?
āÆ - Something that gets your muse angry
ā - Your museās future dream and why
ā® - How much your muse worries about appearance
š ~ āI always knew you would be the one I would take a bullet for,ā he said, his hand clutching the bullet wound in his side.
ā and the screen went black and the credits started to roll. Farley wiped a tear from her eye, Leafeon curled up in the seat beside her (obviously bored). Munching on her popcorn as she watched the movie goers walk out of the theater. She was in no rush and enjoyed being the last one out, waiting as the employeeās walked in. They began sweeping up spilt popcorn, picking up left behind candy wrappers, throwing out half filled cups of soda. She never understood how people could just leave behind their garbage like that, she wouldnāt leave someoneās house filthy after staying there ā so why do it at a public place?
The screen turned off, Farley stood up. She wiped some popcorn away from her blonde hair, sheās always been a messy eater. Making sure to pick up any pieces she dropped on the seat or floor.
This week alone, Farley has officially watched every movie that are currently in theaters.
Breathing in the fresh air of Sinnoh, the sun was beginning to set and Farley had to begin the trek back to Eterna City from Hearthome City. She made her way over to the bike rack, to find that her bicycle had a flat tire. With a sigh, Farley looked around watching as the shops turned off their lights one by one. Obviously, without an air pump or spare tire, she was stuck. With a sigh she plopped onto the ground next to her bike.
āWhat are we going to do?ā She looked at Leafeon, more asking herself than her pokemon companion. She scratched at her arm.
hey i need threads on billie (eufamosa) and farley!!Ā
i really wanna do a zombie apocalypse au and well any au (or not au, anything works) ! like this or dm me if u wanna thread
Easily one of Farleyās least favorite place to be, it combined some of the things she hated the most. Including, but not limited to; no space for proper vegetation, the ocean, the cloud piercing buildings, the smell of the city, and the ocean (again). She had visited a couple times on āvacationā with her family and then some after before she finally settled in Sinnoh. She liked the Unova region in general and made a couple good friends in her travels, so she visits as often as she can.
Unfortunately, her plans with one of her city friends fell through and no one else in the area had any free time. The friends who did have time were an other side of the region, and it was not physically possible nor a good idea for Farley to travel all that way to have to leave in an hour. Ā Leaving her left to wander around on her own until her flight back to Sinnoh. It was okay but not the ideal situation. She and Leafeon were inside of Cafe Sonata listening to the guitarist who was playing a cheerful melody at the time.
Ā Amber eyes blankly stared, as she sipped her lemonade, wondering what to do with the rest of her day.
Leafeon curled underneath the table, letting out a small yawn as he closed his eyes. He was already tired of Unova and Farley was beginning to tire as well. The guitarist switched to a more of a melancholy type of melody, with a sigh Farley turned to the blonde sitting next to her.
āThe sun could be shinying at its brightests and the birds could be singing the happiests of tunes but this guy with his magic guitar can change my mood to something soo ā¦ sad in a second. Don't you agree?ā
i still wanna do a shippy thread it can be au or nah. can also end in heart break, start with fluff end with angst !!Ā idc. i just wanna use me 100000 blushing icons, if anyone is up for it lemme knowĀ š
i owe: @niicouleur
waiting on: @raineoverruins, @unovakind
plotting with: @exceptionaldonuts, @whitenspark
ā iām just dreaming of tearing you apart; vampire au ļ“¾touyaļ“æ
š ~ The council was a real bitch. Farley hated them with a burning passion, they never did anything. Always having her and her partner tie up loose ends, take care of the newbies ā do this, do that, they say. They wanted to maintain the peace between humans and vampires, but never wanted to actually do anything. Always sending her Ā and her partner instead, as if was they were their personal assistants there to run errands for them. The council had other vampires to boss around but they were one of the most trusted; 1,000 years working for them and they never once made a single error.
It was not 1,000 years of peace and nor will it ever be. Farley could not stand her partner, the two started working for the council at the same time and were immediately tossed together as partners. No training or nothing ā just tossed aside, left to figure everything out on their own. Which led to a lot of conflict because the two had very different styles of handling things. Ā
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The afternoon sun of Lumiose City was turning her headache into a migraine, preventing her from being able to concentrate on reading the file for the next case that the council had sent to her via messenger Pidgey, she was planned on meeting up with Touya to go over the specifics of this case. She regretted giving her sunglasses to a just turned vampire she met earlier that day, the umbrella over her was stopping her skin from burning but was not protecting her eyes from the godawful sun.
Swearing as she walked into the nearest clothing store. She made the trip quick and painless, got a pair of sunglasses, she didnāt even care what they looked like, and then āconvincedā the cashier to give her a 100% discount (perks of being a vampire). There was just one more thing she needed to do to make her migraine go away. Feed.
Leaving the store, she put on her new sunglasses and turned into the nearest alley way ā they were one of the easiest places to find a human or two to feed on without being disturbed. Luckily, there was someone, a punk guy smoking a blunt. She wondered how the cannabis, and any other drug that illegal skinny cigar was most likely laced with, would affect his bloodstream. Or would affect her. Could vampires get high? She pondered, even though she already knew the answer. 1,200+ years of living and never once had she gotten high from laced blood, but hoped maybe one day the mortals would invent a drug that could give vampires a high.
Using her super speed and strength, she pinned him up against the damp brick wall. āyoo. chiāā he began to protest.
āJust shut up!ā Farley commanded, her stress levels were higher than normal. Obviously, whether he had wanted to or not, he listened. āDonāt move. Donāt make a sound. Youāll forget all of this ever happened.ā Ā She bore her fangs.
Being a vampire had its perks but the feed was the best part. Everything from start to finish was pure ecstasy. The sound of her fangs piercing his skin, the feeling of his blood coursing through his veins, the warmth that filled her body. Literally everything, there was not a single thing she didnāt enjoy.
She pulled away from his neck, she didnāt want to over feed and kill the guy. Self control was one of the most crucial parts of being a vampire. The blonde reached into her purse, pulling out a mini first aid kit. āHere,ā she threw it at him, āclean yourself up.ā
Wiping her mouth with a handkerchief she also kept in her purse, the blonde spoke aloud ā more to herself than the punk, āDid you know vampires canāt get high? It kinda sucks. That means we are forever forced to accept reality without an escape.ā She looked over at him. āOh, youāre finished,ā she took the first aid kit back, āyou can go now. Bye.ā She left before he did.
Her migraine was gone and she could finally meet up with Touya and discuss the file at the location they discussed. Which was her location of choice, a popular vampire hot spot in the city ā an underground bar. It wasnāt quiet or anything like that but most of the regulars knew better than to disturb her. She ordered a cup of O- Tea, two parts O- blood and one part tea ,and took a seat at the booth in the back corner, further away from the crowd.
She removed the all papers from the manila folder she had been carrying around all day. Reading every single section carefully.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā > Human name unknown but since turned has been going by Spyder
Ā Ā Ā > Appears to be in early/mid 20ā²s. Turned date is unknown
Ā Ā Ā > caution: extremely violent
Ā Ā Ā > more active during the night. location unknown.
Ā Ā Ā > last seen: Lumiose City
Ā Ā Ā > known victims
Ā Ā Ā > Ā ā¦ā¦.
The list of victims continued onto two more pages. She had never seen such a long list in all of her years of working for the council. How did they let it get this long? Why did they just ignore him for this long? Their job was to put an end to theses psychos. Why hadnāt they dealt with him early? Out of all her cases, he was definitely the worst. She looked at the photos they attached, one was just a blur and the rest were photos of each victim Ā ā how was she supposed to find him with those?
Also, where was Touya? She stared at the clocked as she watched it turn from 1:24 to 1:25, he was almost thirty minutes late and that was one of the many reason as to why she couldnāt stand him. It seemed as if he didnāt care about their job and their importance in keeping the balance.
The bartender came over with her tea. Farley looked up at him, sliding the picture of the blur to him. He was a bartender, he must see all sorts of vamps and people everyday. āHave you seen this man?ā She asked. He picked up the photo staring at it, he took a peek at the file in front of Farley, she didnāt really care. āHold on,ā he muttered before walking away, showing the photo to the other bartender on duty. They whispered to each other.
The blonde was staring at the file, sipping her tea when she heard the door of the bar open and Touya slipped into the seat across from her.Ā
She let out a loud sigh, āYouāre late, you know? Iām going to request the the council transfer you.ā ā which she has done on multiple occasion ā¦ they just decline her request. every. single. time.
She looked up at him and turned the file over to him. āSo this is the madness we have to work with ā¦ Spyder with a Y.ā She let out a small giggle.Ā āI say we kill on sight.ā
āWhat are you doing stealing peopleās treasures, your highness?āĀ
The feminine voice that accosted the princess was soft, but her grip was strong and unforgiving (no doubt from many years of hard labor). Raine gritted her teeth and prepared to wrench her arms away from the unknown assailant, only to have the stranger drop them rudely at her sides. Such insolence! What savages these people have turned intoā¦
Raine whirled on the spot, a flutter of white fabric partly obscuring the subdued fury etched into her pale features, and fought the urge to smack the mysterious villager out of principle. However, even as Farley reined in her Leafeon, the Princess still lashed out, giving the blonde a shove that sent the toned worker stumbling back just a foot or two. Message received.
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š ~Ā Not expecting the shove, Farley stumbled back further than she normally would have. For being pampered her whole life, the Princess sure did have some force to her. It was probably from the years of tantrums and throwing things, working out those arm āmusclesā of her. Still, Farley gained her composure fast, not wanting to make situations worse ā she could have easily fought back and subdued the princess in some sort of headlock quicker than her Elygem could teleport her away. If she was alone in the world and didnāt have to worry for her family and Leafeonās safety, then she would have in a heartbeat.
Farley stared at the princess as she went on. Her mind started to wander and she was beginning to understand the reason as to the protesters have been outside those castle walls. The blonde paid closer attention, as Raine began to threaten Leafeon. She was ready to pounce if the princess dared lay one finger on him. Luckily, she didnāt and Farley didnāt have to get herself thrown in the dungeon for an unspecified amount of time.
āOf course, your highness. I apologize.ā The blonde kneeled and bowed her head for an appropriate amount of seconds, straightening her posture again. She was getting bored of the princess and was waiting for the encounter to be over, so she could go to sleep and continue on with her life ā imagining that there may actually be some good behind those palace walls but knowing that there isnāt.
āPerhaps there is a way to redeem yourself ...ā
Farley caught herself milliseconds before letting out a long and loud groan, that would have made the situation about a million times worse for her. This could not be happening ā¦
Instinctively, as the princess leaned in the, Farley leaned back.
To make matters worse, Farley was one of the not-so-great cooks of her family. It was usually her younger sister that prepared their meals. But, she was not going to let the Princess keep poor little Billyās nuggets without some sort of fight. So Farley nodded her head and muttered a āYes, your highness.ā and went inside her home, Leafeon following behind. Leaving the princess alone in the streets with her Elygem.
She was going to make the only thing she knew how to make well, a pottage made of Rindo berries and oats. Even though the princessās orders were to wake no one, when Farley walked into her home the pokemon were all awake. She came from a line of eevee users so Flareon, Espeon, Umbreon, Vaporeon and Eevee were all staring at her and Leafeon.Ā
She couldnāt help but smile a little bit ā grateful that they were awake because she would not be able to do this without them, especially Flareon. The team worked together to swiftly and quietly make the pottage.
Farley walked back outside carrying a tray with two bowls of pottage, all that cooking made her hungry, and a couple of slices of a dark bread on the side. The bread was a couple days old, but still very edible to her standards.
āYour pottage, Princess.ā Farley held the tray, offering her a bowl. āI must warn you though, this food will not taste as flavorful as the food you are used to in the castle. It is still very good though.ā
