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[thisbrutalbelle]

Who’d You Call || Bella&Alia

       Bella had found the number for the bar in the phonebook. Soapberry definitely had an odd phone book. The ads in it for some peculiar sorts of things that one would find in the back of an old comic book. Things for like invisible ink and guns that turned things into cotton candy. It was also relatively difficult to navigate because there were all these categories that obviously weren’t in human phone books. The pages for people that could summon the dead for you were massive and listed more names than Bellamy could have imagined.

      Eventually she had found the number for the bar Alia worked though and while she had the beta version of the database up on her work computer she thought she had found something about the creatures that had interacted with them. From the description it gave it certainly matched what they had seen. Most of the information in the database was based on appearance but there were a few paragraphs about mannerisms and environment that Bella thought Alia could be interested in, especially if she had kept whatever she’d found in the tiny Cauldron.

       Bringing her phone to her ear she continued to skim over the article, hearing the ringing in her ears as she waited for someone in the establishment to pick up.

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[savinscripts]

Do you think Fane would fit in well in Hufflepuff? Why or why not? (If not, which house do you think would suit her best and why?) ...And also, why can I not ask you something on anon? ;)

As per this character meme that was floating around a while ago Fane could go either way between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and I do technically head canon he’s a very decent split between the two but Ravenclaw is his predominant house.

Fane’s always stuck between being earnest and critical which is a predominant feature of why I say he could be in either or. Ravenclaws are usually quite opinionated and critical of things going on around them-- they’re interested in the why and the hows whilst Hufflepuffs are more interested in how what is going on will impact upon people. Leading on to the issue that it can often be difficult to tell the difference between when he’s being earnest versus him being wry and sarcastic. He gets enthusiastic and passionate about the things he cares for; once you get him going it’s hard to stop him and like all Puffs he’s very dedicated and loyal to things he feels strongly about whether that’s tasks or people.

He’s also not super competitive and for the most part when he isn’t engaged in an activity that’s engaging his mind he’s pretty relaxed and go with the flow which again I would see fitting well with his puff traits. Except he can get SUPER competitive with himself. He’s drawn to things that require dedication and thought it’s just how he works.

Fane’s always torn between giving his opinion and not wanting to step on people’s toes as well as being stuck between his own RIDICULOUS amount of stubbornness and his values of open-minded tolerance. He also totally can’t help but jump in on debates and he gets madly frustrated when people aren’t willing to debate pros/cons or talk through a situation to try and find some sort of solution to a problem he might think he sees a solution to or even give him an explanation he wants. His frustration also grows when people aren’t always willing to traverse the nuances of situations and has a difficult time in letting go until people do understand which leads to this entirely getting the better of him and coming off as morally superior and a know-it-all. It’s never ever intentional though sometimes it strikes me that some people think it is, it just happens because he’s frustrated because he doesn’t entirely understand which is what he wants to do.

He’s drawn to people who are both fiercely intelligent, unique in their own way and steadfastly kindhearted; not always in equal measure granted but he gravitates certainly towards these sorts of people i.e. Tuah, Faye, Dani, Sam, Rein etcetcetc, Fane is also prone to blending highbrow and lowbrow interests, he’s not entirely about his academic pursuits and is interested in a majority of other things beyond that. As a student I totally see him taking an interest in other extracurricular activities beyond his studies but he totally has a rock-solid work ethic but again only about stuff he’s passionate about.

Finally, HE’S ALWAYS CONTRADICTING HIMSELF because he’s always trying to rethink his opinions to better them along with rethinking his place in the world. He’s curious and tries to be open-minded and is entirely willing to hear other people out if they give him the time to explain why they think or feel a certain way which can be frustrating to some but it’s how he works since he takes a genuine interest in how other people process things. 

[myth01s]

♥ How did one of their relationship(s) start?

The most recent lover Tuah had was a lover named, Rasheda, a witch that gave him his daylight charm over a century ago. The first time that they met, Rasheda went straight for Tuah’s throat since she considered the vampire to be trespassing her land. In truth, Tuah was running away from the group of hunters that had been chasing him as he fled from London to the west coast of the United States. Once the misunderstanding had cleared up, Rasheeda gave shelter to vampire from the sun – well, more like the vampire extended his stay there since he didn’t have any plan and a place to stay. But Rasheda didn’t mind since she was living alone in the vast dessert. They talked and banter, shared laughter and long looks with one another before Tuah confessed his love to her with a kiss at first, then something more afterwards.

Their relationship ended abruptly when the witch betrayed him to the hunters, though it was not clear why Rasheda had done so, and the question still haunted Tuah until today. Unbeknownst to Tuah, Rasheda was killed while attempting to rescue the vampire from the hunters that she was bound.

Due to this experience, Tuah is more cautious to venture into any new relationship at the moment, and if he ever enters into a relationship with anyone, there is always a part of him that is waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.

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Phooka’s Delight || Bella&Alia

       The scampering of the rabbits feet scratched hard at the dusty and dirty wood as it ran from the tiny vampire girl. In it’s mouth the tiny goat toy Bellamy had been holding while moving items out of her apartment and into storage until the place was redone. In the deep coloured rabbits tiny mouth it was easily seen, the pallid grey fabric a stark contrast to not just the rabbit but to the surroundings. The buildings the rabbit had lead her into were dark and lacked amenities like working lights or even walls in some cases. They were half built and not cared for in the slightest, no furniture in the way they were merely uneven wood, mould and likely termites from the way some of the wood had been devoured. The only light that could come into these buildings, that seemed so very interconnected, and hit the two living beings was that of the falling sun, the sun an inch from falling away into the night and letting the moon have her time.

        The further the rabbit ran into these desolate areas the louder and longer Bellamy’s own steps became. Each time she practically leap with her feet her heels slammed down hard on uneven wood. Occasionally it caused her ankles to fall to their side, taking her a few moments before she could catch her footing again. Yet her eyes never left the rabbit, a determined tightness to their golden hue and full lashes lids as she stared it down. There was no way this creature was getting away with something so very important to her. Yet the further she moved through doorframes and walkways the less wood their was and the more it seemed she was breaking uneven dirt with her steps. Bella’s eyes had so readily focused on the rabbit that she hadn’t realised she was no longer falling but instead creating a smoke screen of faded brown dirty dust in the darkness that had swallowed her up. Where had the sun gone? There were no longer breaks in wood around her, there were no longer large windows that lacked glass but instead she seemed surrounded by half made up wood support and mass amounts of dirt.

       Turning back would have been the simplest solution but Bellamy had no idea where she had come from, certainly she had not been paying enough attention to follow her traces the way back. However she could keep following the rabbit. If it’s scratching wasn’t loud enough then it’s heart beat was. It thudded over and over at the speed of it’s little legs running. Each thump of it’s little back paws seemed to be perfectly timed with it’s heartbeat. The further Bellamy herself ran, never stopping, the louder it grew until she came upon it, stopped in the middle of four tunnels, Bellamy having come from one. Before it the almost black rabbit had placed down the tiny toy goat.

        For a moment Bellamy did not want to pick it up, a cloud of dust around their feet that the rabbit seemed to ignore but would likely make the goat very very dirty. Still, Bella would not chance the rabbit taking hold of it again and with vampiric speed she had knelt down and snatched the toy from before the creature. It just stared back at her, clearly no longer focused on running or on it’s prize. No, it didn’t seem to care one way or the other what the toy or Bellamy wanted. “What are you?” she asked as she stared at it. 

         The rabbits head twisted upside down in response, a strange feat that caused Bellamy to stand once more. Perhaps she would have grabbed at the rabbit with it’s odd gesture if not for  the sounds of more heartbeats coming from a direction Bellamy could not quite determine. Flicking her gaze this way and that she tried to hear but with so many tunnels and no idea where she was Bellamy could only tell something or somethings were approaching.

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[freddiewatts]

♥ Would they leave the person they love if it meant saving their life/giving them a better chance at life?

If his leaving would literally save the life of someone he loved, Freddie would go - but ‘a better chance at life’ wouldn’t be enough to force his hand. 

Freddie very much believes in both loopholes, and his own ingenuity. If there was ‘a better chance at life’ to be had, he’d find a way to provide it long before he’d ever consider that kind of sacrifice.

[ephrampettaline]

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse :D

“Jesus Christ, woman.” Ephram paused, clamping Alia’s head between his big hands. “You gonna keep still, or you want this shit in your eyes?” The stool he was sitting on skritched against the tiles, bringing him closer to the free-standing tub.

Alia hissed, drawing her knees up in the tub and hugging them tight. “When you’re the one attacked by a swarm of ley-irradiated ladybugs who want to feast on your scalp and then you have to get your head doused in Tide detergent and mustard oil--” she twisted, giving Ephram a one-eyed glare, “--rubbed in by somebody’s huge ham hands, then you see how still you can sit.”

She was pissed about the whole situation, but saying it out loud did deflate Alia somewhat. Her whole head felt like it had been punctured by tiny needles, the bathwater was getting cold, and Ephram had done nothing but growl and grumble the whole time he was tending her. At this point Alia was just exhausted and sad and wanted nothing more than to curl up under blankets two feet deep.

The hands clasping her head let go, and Ephram’s arms moved around her, wrapping around Alia entirely to clasp her knees with his nose nudged against her cheekbone. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “It was only luck them bugs lit out for you and not me. You been holdin’ up real well.” He turned his lips against her cheek; not a kiss, but something, and then sat back and turned on the hot tap, gathering warmed water in his cupped hands.

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[ashnadir]

I CANNOT CHOOSE BUT 12: Almost Kiss for their almost-husband & -wife statuses? :DDDD

“Mmm.  But remember that time we almost kissed?” Iann asked and Alia made a lazy mmm response of her own.  

“Of course I remember.  The Aventine Wedding Chapel, oh Adorable Iann.  That chapel was so garish and funny!  But what came over us, driving all that way to get married.”

“As a prank!  We’re hilarious,” Iann laughed and rolled over to his side, reaching down to pluck some more daisies from the garden.  It would be quite the sight, really: Alia out in full naga-tail, coiled and slippery as she lounged her arms and head against an outdoor patio divan.  And Iann, using Alia’s coiled tail as his own resting place.  The human splayed over her soft curled-up tail, both of them lazy as-you-please.  

What better way to spend a scorching hot summer afternoon, than in Grace Villiers’ impeccable English garden?  The vampire was working and would be home soon, and Alia and Iann wanted to hang out; but for once the two extroverts preferred somewhere quiet.  Where all they heard were bees buzzing, birds chirping, and their own conversation.

Iann plucked out the petals of another daisy; he’d murdered at least 18 flowers now.  Alia on the other hand, was using her daisies to build all manner of elaborate flower ‘jewelry’.  Daisy chains were too easy - now she had a display of slightly wilted daisy tiaras, daisy necklaces with multiple tiers and pendants, elaborate dairy crowns.  

“Do you think if we kissed now, then we would be husband and wife?  Without the almost,” Alia asked Iann.  She lightly placed a tiara on his head, and then adorned herself with a crown and a necklace.  

“Without a doubt,” Iann replied, because the both of them were so comfortable being playful together, sometimes it was hard to remember when they were just joking and when they were not.

Which, honestly, was how they ended up almost getting married in the first place.

“Well.  We should make it official then, because it is summer and you are warm and I love you.”

Iann laughed, but then looked up at Alia and his mouth dropped open in awe.  She was festooned in her daisy creations by now, and she was nothing short of gorgeous.  Her hair, usually worn in a practical ponytail, tumbled loose and shiny and brown over her shoulders.  She looked warm and oh, so inviting.

Iann squirmed onto his hands and knees, still balanced on her large coiled tail as he pushed forward.  

“I love you too,” Iann said, his own tiara slipping slightly onto his forehead.  “The priest guy did say all the vows. Technically all that’s left is one small kiss to make it official, hm?”

“Oh yes, then we will be married, we are simply one kiss away,” Alia agreed in a matter-of-fact way, playing along happily.

“One kiss away,” Iann said, playing along because she was playing along.  Straddling the top of her tail, Iann craned his head forward. And Alia, giggling, did the same, both their lips puckered in a silly fashion.

“Alia darling,” a cool, crystal voice called out from inside Grace’s mansion, and Iann and Alia broke apart laughing at themselves and each other.  After all, they were both just playing along.

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[ashnadir]

soliciting (Alia)

[TXT] Adorable Alia!  My favouritest almost-wife.

[TXT] Come perform for the Soapberry’s Got Talent/Open Mic thing??? I KNOW YOU HAVE A TALENT. I’m helping to oragnize it and gosh golly I need your help! Save me!

[TXT] idec if it’s standing up on stage and looking adorable, people will give a standing ovation just to see your smile

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