#kidfrommodesto

[minaharkerdailymirror]

127 or so years after the Dracula business, Mina just could not escape vampires. Some of that of course was her fault. She’d gone into monster hunting when everything had happened. The rest was media. The false book written about her had been a hit. The even worse adaptations came through every few years. Dracula stopped being an immovable emotionless monster with red eyes and he was instead turned into a caricature with a big black cape and a thick accent who could die by sunlight and a stake through the heart.

Even if she had just stayed in society and found a nice little home tucked away somewhere then she’d be still surrounded by what he did.

She was a damsel in most of the movies, a reincarnated wife was a favorite for adaptations since the 90’s.

Teenagers liked Twilight and Supernatural. Before that it’d been X files. before that it was Kolchak, before that it was Dark shadows. Some even grew up and went into hunting because of those shows.

Mina barely got into that type of media. She knew they weren’t accurate and watching a movie about her own trauma that didn’t even try to get right was unacceptable

But then Daniel Molly goes to publish his interview he says is real and it’s like her whole world gets dumped on its head. It must be something if everyone is talking about it.

So Mina read it. And things were a little too accurate for her liking. Everyone else seemed to think so too. This would mean either one of two things: vampires would go further underground; which fine by her. Or they would act out.

So she did her research, realized he was respectable. Saw his introduction for his master class in journalism and went to find him. She tried to watch as many interviews afterwards as she could. One thing she noticed is now he hid his eyes. Which could mean nothing. maybe this was his “cool man” era. Or it could mean something worse. It could mean he wasn’t human anymore.

So she tracked him down, wore a pantsuit to pretend she looked professional and gave her best rendition of a big eyed innocent smile as she offered her copy of his book to sign, “Mr. Molly? Quite a fan”

@kidfrommodesto

[heartsbreaking]

she didn't expect for him to agree. or maybe if he'd agreed with some of it, she hadn't expected for him to be so resigned to it. she wanted him to argue and he wasn't. ronnie tried not to seem surprised, but she was. maybe natalie was right, their dad had changed or at least gotten better at recognizing what a jerk he was. "what the fuck?" she hadn't thought about what she would do if her dad apologized in years. she just didn't think it would happen and had stopped hoping for it. an apology didn't make up for it anyway. "are you possessed or something?" she crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him, waiting for a gotcha moment.

REPLY to @kidfrommodesto / daniel molloy *

[lestats-wild-child]

"Oh I'm terrified."

"Really?" Christine tilted her head to the side, raising a curious eyebrow. "I wonder why..." her French accent was evident in her English.

[monbellemonstre]

[ @kidfrommodesto from here because lestat is AMUSED]

There is a very long pause, followed by the most wicked smirk that anyone has ever before smirked. He gestures to a jar that says 'flour' but holds anything but, then to the end of the sofa where his boot-clad feet are resting.

"In that case, have a seat, mon cher. You and I are going to get along very, very well..."

[vampvoices]

@kidfrommodesto

It had been some time since he had seen Daniel. The book was published and now times were about to get even more interesting. After he stayed with him in Dubai for a while, they had kept up with one another to a degree, but not nearly enough. Then again, it was on Louis. He wasn't exactly the greatest at responding to text messages, calls, emails, anything really. Between his desire to have some time to himself and his ...multiple visits to New Orleans, he felt occupied enough. He knew he couldn't surprise Daniel, so he did call a week in advance.

He was surprised that Daniel let him ring the doorbell, thinking he'd already be at the door when he heard his presence. As he opened the door, he offered a smile. "Hello Daniel, may I?" he said, nodding. "Saw your interview on YouTube from a few nights ago. I also heard that the news anchor hasn't been heard from since."

[washeartsbreaking]

she held her phone up to her ear while she paced around the departures terminal at the airport. "listen, i understand, but as i said ahead of time i am out of town," natalie did her contain the annoyance she felt when clients...did anything, but especially when it came to them calling her despite her out of office notice on her website and social media. she already saw her dad walking towards her and was trying to cut the conversation short so she could actually try and enjoy her time with her family. "i have to go-" the client hung up on her before she could, but it was still just in time. natalie pocketed her phone, before pulling her suitcase the short distance to meet him "hi, dad! you know you didn't have to come get me. i am capable of taking ubers."

STARTER CALL | starter for @kidfrommodesto / daniel molloy *

[bratstats]

the book that had been held so tightly within his grip ( the fifth , or maybe sixth, that he had bought - but who was counting ) the sound of tearing under his hands , paper crumpling before he finally threw it , towards daniel , narrowly enough just missing him - but a warning.

" you're book is awful , and im suing you." or louis , or both ; whoever. He did not like the way he was spoken about negatively.

@kidfrommodesto hearted for a starter

[tealeavesandthorns]

Plotted Starter for @kidfrommodesto

Maria wasn't one generally bothered by loneliness. She felt it fleetingly. Occasionally when the arms of her books couldn't quite sate a need for human connection, when the weight of a blanket wasn't enough, wasn't the weight, the warmth of another human. It came fleetingly and she got over it quickly, usually after a few bad dates.

Between her job and visiting bustling coffee shops in the city. She had enough human interaction to sate the loneliness that bubbled below the surface. The ongoing pandemic felt like it was trying to make her confront that loneliness. Her usual interaction was limited, separate, smiles behind masks and screens and people were scared. Her warmth was a danger to a lot of people.

Still she found solace in one of the few cafes still open, one of the few cafes that still had noise and chatter, despite it's few patrons and the stillness of the city outside.

Maria looked up from her book, accidentally catching the eye of the older man sat at a table across the way. She wondered what he did, he often had a laptop, a writer maybe, or just a businessman here for the free wifi. She smiled, tipping her book at him. Hoping he wouldn't think she'd been staring, she hadn't, but now the thought was in her head and she shifted uncomfortably and looked back at her tea, taking a drink.