#emmaia

[photogmyg-ia-blog]

She spots the camera and immediately the vampire strikes a pose over the barely lit bench. "I knew it! VOGUE finally replied to my messages and send their photographer! Get my good side!" She giggled as she readjusted her dress and draped herself over the bench. "Kidding, I have only good sides!"

Apparently walking along and minding your own business wasn’t a thing that happened at this school and if it did, he had yet to encounter a moment where it happened. Before he knows what exactly is happening there’s a girl posing on a bench and looking a little more than excited that there was a man with a camera in front of her. “Vogue?” Yoongi can only blink. He certainly didn’t work for Vogue, but he supposed taking one picture of the woman couldn’t hurt; she was rather pretty. It doesn’t take long to find his perfect shot and he snaps it before he says anything else, lowering his camera. “You’re right about the good side, but I’m not from Vogue. I, uh...go here.”

[denitr-ia]

She sat down next to the man she talked to once or twice before and whispered "So I watched Dr. Phil last night and he said that there are serial killers all around us." She eyed the man with big eyes. "Like, at any moment there are like 25 active in America..." She paused, looking around and then back at the man "How many would that make here?"

     That’s one way to greet. Did he look like the sort who was in any way knowledgeable about this topic? Because he wasn’t. “Twenty-five? That sounds pretty.. excessive.” And worrying. He blinked at her with surprise still evident on features over the sudden approach, but then the question had him bite back a smile, and the absolute worst confession he could ever reveal. I knew one. Was friends with him, what does that say about him if he’s willing to turn partial blind eye to it, even when he didn’t condone such actions. Well, depends on the victims– no. Just no. “Probably more than either of us should think about.” Leaning forward and lowering voice he cast a glance at the other people mulling about, playing along, “What if there’s one among us right now?”

[dylan-ia-blog]

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41.My muse shows up on your muse’s doorstep after severalmonths of being missing, with no memory of the past few years.

Dylan stood in front of a door. He was basically wassoaked by rain and he couldn’t remember where he was. He could barely rememberhow he got here or where he had been over the past few years. He knocked on thedoor, patiently waiting for the door to open. When it did he could barelyremember the person who stood there. He had seen her before, but could barelyremember who she was. “I know you right?” he asked, confusion written all overhis face. “I-I think I do. I’m just. Where am I?” he mumbled. A hand runningover his face as he simply felt so, so lost.

@emma-ia

[dylan-ia-blog]

"You look like you walked out of one of my vampire series. Hello I am Emma!"

Dylan looked genuinely confused by what the lady was saying. Frowning alittle as he tilted his head to the side. “I looked like I did? Really now? Ido hope like the original kind of vampires.. Not the-uh sparking one right?” hesaid with a sour look. “But hi Emma, nice to meet you. I’m Dylan,”

@emma-ia

[rivaldinovondila-blog]

emma-ia replied to your post:She grabs your arm, coming out of nowhere. "AND...

“LAFAYETTE!! How do you feel about eyeshadow?”

Rival’s lips parted slightly before a total scrawl of confusion wrote itself into every crease of his face. “It... is unnecessary?” As far as he was concerned, makeup was unnecessary. He didn’t mind it. It was a choice, an art, but the purpose it tended to serve was a sad one. Everyone was beautiful underneath their masks, even when subtle, whether they believed it or not. Also, “Lafayette? Qui est-il?” The name was distinctly French, so why not use what little French he did know? God, it had been what felt like centuries since he had sat in a classroom trying to speak it.

[rivaldinovondila-blog]

She grabs your arm, coming out of nowhere. "AND YOU CAN Be LAFAYETTE"

As much as he mourned the thought, he was getting better at forgetting he existed in the precise moment that someone touched him. Tensing, his mind went a pale sheen of white, empty, dead, not even registering the fact that he was grateful for long sleeves.

With a firm jerk, Rival moves out of her touch with force, then blinked into the face of the woman who touched him, trying to recall the words she had shouted into his ear though his brain had locked down. He took a careful step back and offered a genuine smile, though if she were one to place her hands on him so blatantly, he did fear her. “Pardon?”

[momoa-ia-blog]

"...You look so strong, can you lift me up? Can you? Can you?!"

“Of course.” Jason insisted mildly offended that she would even question his ability to lift her. Even as a young boy he could have easily lifted the thin redhead. “Though I will not.” He raised his hand in front of his face, so the girl could see its mild transparency. “My energy is not easily come by. I prefer not to waste it on frivolous displays.” His will to preserve his energy was only slightly greater than his pride’s encouragement to prove his strength.

[leexjinki-ia-blog]

"Hey stranger, do you want to try some of our new coffee blends? They are really good, I promise!"

Pale eyes glanced over at the other for a moment before a gentle smile pulled at his lips.  It was his first outing into the area alone, and seemed to be starting off rather well. The snow elf nodded a little after giving a small shrug. “Why not? There is no time like the present I suppose. What do you have, Miss?”