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@fishroyalty-blog
You said you liked me Could you 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 repeat it?
@woofjock
Miranda’s small legs trotted faster to keep up with her werewolf friend. “So, you’re saying that we have to...” She took a moment to formulate her thoughts, trying to sort out the plan that they were currently hatching. “Steal the other team’s mascot? And then we will win?”
Admittedly, Miranda couldn’t quite see the connection between the two. Honestly, under any normal circumstances she wouldn’t even care for any of Scott’s sporting activities. However, this time it was different. This time it was personal.
You see, this school in particular decided to do something absolutely unforgivable. They decided to allow in airpeople. They even had airpeople on their team! It was absolutely disgusting, and went against everything the Vanderbilt monarchy stood for.
That’s why Miranda was now plotting the demise of the other school, starting with the upcoming sports game, whatever it was. Really, that part didn’t matter, as long as the airpeople tasted their first in what would soon be a long string of defeats slowly leading to the death of their entire species.
Miranda snapped herself out of her genocidal thoughts, immediately speaking up in her usual sing-song tone. “Well, if that’s all it takes, then why not start tonight?” The fish princess’s expression was back to a carefree grin, clapping her hands together in excitement.
@screwedblue
Miranda pulled another curly strand back, smiling sweetly as she did. It was strangely calming to style Vicky’s hair like this. It made it easier to ignore the quickening heart rate Miranda always had to deal with when around her Frankenstein friend.
When reaching for a strand to pull into the nice updo she was carefully crafting, Miranda’s hand delicately brushed along the side of Vicky’s cheek. Instantly, Miranda’s pink cheeks darkened with a clear blush. The fish princess was grateful for her place behind Vicky, where she could hide the proof of her embarrassment.
“Aaaand, I think we’re done!” Miranda stepped back, looking upon her masterpiece. Despite being a princess with many serfs, she did learn a few things from her mother. This particular hairstyle just so happened to be one of them. “I’ll grab you a mirror to look at yourself.”
Miranda reached into the pocket of her bag, pulling out a small silver hand mirror. It was the best she could do while in the library of the school. Really she and Vicky were supposed to be studying, but somehow the conversation had strayed to the topic of hairstyles, and Miranda offered to try something new on Vicky. And although it was a bit embarrassing to have her hands all over the head of her crush, Miranda almost missed the feeling of playing with Vicky’s soft curly locks.
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Send one for your muse to…
★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
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@forthelight
“Briaaaan!~” Miranda called out in her usual sing-song voice, joyfully trotting towards her zombie classmate. As she arrived in front of him, she clapped her hands together, grinning brightly. “I have the most wonderful news for you!”
Spinning around on her toes, Miranda showed how elated she clearly was. “I have officially set up for you to meet my father! You’re coming to the fish kingdom!” Miranda gripped onto Brian’s sleeve, showing off her pearly whites in a bright smile. The look in her eyes was sparkling with excitement.
( PASTEL MERMAID AESTHETIC )
And I fell in 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚 And 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚
𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕
There was no touch I wanted More than 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨
@humcnster
Small clacks could be heard over the normal shenanigans happening in halls of Spooky High. These sounds could only mean one possible thing; Miranda was on a mission.
This particular mission lead her to pursuing after Jackson, reaching out a small pink hand to grasp firmly on the sleeve of his jacket from behind. The mermaid’s brows were knitted together; her expression quite serious for approaching a classmate in the halls.
“I need your help.” Miranda sounded a bit desperate, still grasping at Jackson’s sleeve as she looked up at him. “I’ve been reading these magazines” sure enough, in her other hand she gripped multiple girl magazines firmly, “and I believe I have been missing out on an important part of being a girl in high school.”
Miranda looked around carefully before leaning in close to Jackson’s face, even going up on her toes in order to make up for the foot worth of height difference. “I have heard you are an expert in these things called ‘romcoms’. Can you teach me about them?”
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@bloodfancy
Miranda stared out the window behind her, the flashing lights setting quite the panicked atmosphere in the cramped car. The sound of a revving engine and burning rubber echoed in the fish princess’s ears, as she gripped the side of her seat tightly, trying to ignore the panic rising up in her gills. Not even her title as royalty would be able to get her out of this one scot-free.
“Are you sure this dumb car can’t go any faster?” Miranda pulled a pink lock of hair behind her fin, snapping angrily at the vampire behind the wheel. Thinking back, she couldn’t even remember who’s idea it was to steal a statue of King George III, but whoever it was clearly didn’t plan this out accordingly.
Miranda could recall something about wanting to take down the proof of any other monarchy, and Liam said something about ‘making a statement to the art world’, whatever that means. Either way, having the stone statue hanging half out of the window of a car didn’t make the police’s job of figuring out ‘who dunnit’ very hard.
“Go, go, go!” Miranda clutched onto her purple partner in crime, urging him to hurry more. She was starting to consider pushing the statue out in order to hopefully destroy a few cop cars, but that would mean admitting defeat in the face of her adversaries. And the Vanderbilts did not simply admit defeat.
Normally as a princess, Miranda would simply order some of her serfs to create a distraction for her in order to get away. She was trying this new thing with this plan called ‘independence’ but clearly that was a mistake. How did people even manage to solve problems when they couldn’t just command people to do things for them?
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DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS. & COOPERATION. open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE. hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up // shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY. & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION. short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth or grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw or grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
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" Miranda have you SEEN that hideous FROCK the gargoyle from science class was wearing? It's ATROCIOUS -- "
“Oh, I know.” Miranda shivered, holding up one hand in disgust. “He really should get a better fashion serf. Personally if I had a serf that bad, I would murder them myself!”
WE’RE LIKE TWO FISH IN A BARREL
A sun ripple on the ocean’s surface, the moonlight through cathedral windows. Pink and purple turned black blue, we’re skinned knee kids on runaway trains, stray dollar bills in an open breeze.
LET’S CAUSE SOME MAYHEM, LET’S ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN
( MIRANDA VANDERBILT as loved by AMBER & LIAM DE LIONCOURT as loved by SERBERUS ) IND. / SEL. — IND. / SEL. / PRIV
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