#Polly Geist ☆IC☆

[chaosmultiverse]

💋 Miri is looking up and making the BIGGEST, WETTEST, SADDEST EYES at all of her lovely, lovely paramours—

Kissie ask 2/5

Polly, Vera and Dahila all looked to Miranda, Polly immediately captivated, like how someone would by a sad cat photo, Dahila had a grin, she found this both cute and a little silly, in a good way. Vera was trying very hard to appear unaffected by such cuteness, such sad big wet eyes, she was stronger than this! She would not fall for this trick! She knew it well.

Vera was the first one to lean down, kissing Miranda on one cheek leaving some of her blue lipstick, Polly followed suit and got the other cheek in a sloppier kiss that left her lip gloss on Miranda. And Dahila completed the set with a kiss on Miranda's forehead, her lips firm and polite, not over staying their welcome.

[chaoticsmultyverse]

When she leans against Polly's side this time, her hand lands upon Polly's thigh. A suggestive touch already, the tender warmth of even a living body like hers, the weight it possesses, even before factoring in the finer details.

Her claws curl, hover over the nearly-there skin, seem to cage it in beneath the struts of bone and keratin sheathes, so massive that even if Miranda's palm sits somewhere chaste, the tips of her claws have to trace down into the gap of the inner thigh. The pads of her palms are soft, silken skin worn down on purpose, filing down the coarser scales that tried to grow there, leaving something that lingers, that perfectly leave the shape of themselves behind in the wake. Combined atop this is the weight of Miranda's body. She has always been unusually light, for what she was, but her arms were thickly muscled, after all. Muscle that extended all the way down and to her fingers, thicker than most, so gentle with Polly and with such a feather-light touch befitting of a princess, and yet capable of breaking bone with a good flex.

If she had wanted to, if there was flesh and blood beneath her hold, she could have squeezed her double thumbs, her great talons, and punctured all the way down to the bone. She does not, would not, but the thought is there. The way her body is built, made in the same shape as any other merfolk, still befits the role she was designed to play. It takes people by surprise, sometime, how much a predator she really is, when she gets up this close.

The end of her nose nudges along Polly's jaw, tracing over the places where the memory of bone juts out against the places where skin would have covered it, ridges rising up against the sea of softness created by the cheeks, the throat, the lips.

Her mouth opens. A sliver of light is cast inside, just enough to slip past her lips to land upon her teeth, turning them bright and opalescent, set against the dark velvet of her gums, against a rolling purple tongue, an animal's tongue. She glances up at Polly, her eyes half-lidded, gleaming with that crystalline sort of intelligence so befitting of someone so used to having others bow before her, and all the strangeness of her body is cast into sharp relief, alien contrast, so familiar and yet so different.

A friend, looking up at Polly and glancing coyly at her mouth, waiting for the pant of breath.

A dark shape in the night, the thing that enforced the silence of the darkness, a scream and a snap of teeth and death, incarnate death, followed by nothing in her wake.

Both something dangerous and something beloved, something known and something unknown.

Most others would have felt it start to kick in, by then, but they had beating hearts and blood to push the instinctual fear with. Miranda didn't know if Polly shared it or not, no longer really having any life to lose fearing for tigers and dark shapes in the grass and movement in the trees, and she wasn't quite sure which she would have preferred. It was just her body, after all. For all the fear others felt, coming face-to-face with something that could so easily kill them, Miranda just saw her face, her hands, her claws, her teeth. Familiarity, intimacy, a skin that she could call her own.

In comparison, she wasn't quite sure what she was seeing in turn. She had yet to figure that one out. Progression was so tied up in her own rules, rules that Polly was unfamiliar with and would remain so, rules surely esoteric from the outside, but none of which could provide her proper guidance in such a situation. This was the problem, coming from such different worlds, not knowing the language of someone else's body.

"Polly?" She exhales, breath curling over where the thin skin would be, covered in thin, wispy hairs not quite on the scalp proper. "Do you have someplace else to be, tonight?"

Polly was more than happy to find herself besides Miranda, the feeling of air moving in out of her chest, the feeling of something touching her, how ever it might be more distant than it was when she was alive, and then notably, the feeling of warmth.

Polly felt Miranda's claws, fine and delicate and large and impressive hovering iver her inner thigh, while all senses of touch were numbed for her much like in a living body it was sensitive there, Polly could feel that she had stopped pretending to breath as her focus was there, with the fine points of pleasure.

One of Polly's hands found it's way to Miranda's shoulder, she lightly strokes her shoulder, noting the feeling of Miranda's scales and how, when comparing herself to Miranda while laying down, instead of when both were forced to stand, unnaturally to that from the sea and the ghastly, she couldn't help but start to understand how much larger Miranda was than her, the tips of her toes didn't even reach the midway point of Miranda's tail.

As she got used to the feeling on her thigh Polly's gaze returned to Miranda's head and face, Polly's other hand found it's way, if Miranda allowed it to where Polly would guess was Miranda's 'cheek', though her longer hand was on the edge of where Miranda's mouth began.

Polly's gaze down at Miranda and her glittering teeth was loving and impressed, it was sometimes easy to forget that Miranda possessed such... Well, people sometimes had an allure to fire despite the burns it could offer, same could be said to how Polly often found herself drawn to the inhuman triats of those around her.

There was a lazy, calm smile as she looked at Miranda, while Polly had no heart or blood or organs she did feel a warnth as she was looking at her, gazing at Miranda's summer sky blue eyes and her teeth that shined like pearls, or at least those are the things Miranda brought to Polly's mind.

Polly herself seemed more solid, less parts floating off to nothingness, her feet were solidly there, one gently resting on Miranda's lower body while the other stayed simply beside them, her hair while disappeared still at the very ends more of it was visible than usual, more defined strangs, there was a pale pink to Polly's cheeks.

Polly leaned more into how Miranda's face was cuddled up to her own "Nope, not at all, I'm all yours tonight."

[jumicossideships]

I have a lot of f/os and self insert x canon ships. Also, I don’t mind sharing most of them except Shin, Ronaldo, and Kagami. (You can of course still like them if you do have Shin, Ronaldo, or Kagami, as a f/o. Just don’t follow me.) Also, Kagami is only for the business/college age arc.

Ships

-Lotta x Polly Geist (Monster Prom)

-Victoria x Shin (Fist Of The North Star)

-Hunter x Jagi and Amiba (Fist Of The North Star)

-Jude x Yuda (Fist Of The North Star)

-Taylor x Lupin (Lupin the 3rd)

-Lisa x Ryo Saeba (City Hunter)

-Lilith x Draluc (The Vampire Dies In No Time)

-Limoncello x Ronaldo (The Vampire Dies In No Time) [Holy Ice Cream]

-Lee x Vincent Brooks (Cathrine)

-Clover x Katherine McBride (Cathrine)

-Pam x Xavier (Xavier: Renegade Angel)

Other F/Os, ❤️= Romantic 🟣 = Family 🤍= Queer Planonic

-Yoshikage Kira ❤️ (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

-Kagami ❤️ (Daito Giken)

-Juza ❤️ (Fist Of The North Star)

-Gale ❤️ (Baldurs Gate 3)

-Ayame Hatano 🟣 (Danganronpa Another, Younger Sister)

-Jonathan Ariga 🟣 (Cathrine, Older Cousin)

-Noko Shikanoko 🟣 (My Deer Friend Nokotan, Daughter)

-Draus 🟣 (The Vampire Dies In No Time, Father In Law)

-Mira 🟣 (The Vampire Dies In No Time, Mother In Law)

-Ydan Ojisan 🤍 (The Vampire Dies In No Time) Also, feel free to ask questions to the f/os and self inserts + ocs.

[biteyourcrush]

"as a scientific fact, bigfoot's dick is probably 4 inches. those bigfoot erotica books are lying to you." for zoe... from prankmasterz because ofc

Zoe stops- more accurately, Zoe's pen digs directly into the paper she was writing on, looking up at Polly with suspicious confusion.

It takes her a second, but her face slowly- ever so slowly- starts forming into something approaching dawning horror.

"Polly... Polly please say sike. Polly I am begging you to say sike, please I will have to rewrite SO MUCH OF THIS FIC, POLLY-"

It's clearly melodrama, but she WILL have to rewrite a lot of this fic if what Polly is saying is true, and that is going to be SO MUCH WORK. Please say sike, Polly. Zoe would do... anything.

[fullofschmidt]

@prankmasterz​ because it’s time to stop running away.

Vicky’s normally smiling expression was... pretty serious at the moment, her mouth turned down into a frown that seemed less sad and more... sympathetic.

“Polly, you know that’s not what this is about.”

Vicky crossed her arms, attempting to be stern here- but even she had a bit of nervous energy to her, a finger tapping as she started to speak. Confrontation was never something she liked to do- but she cared enough about Polly to be honest with her.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me because your joke didn’t land well. And- y’know, I get it! That’s embarrassing, and making people feel bad makes me feel bad too, but...”

She briefly glanced over at the ghost, forcing herself to maintain eye contact.

“You know... yeah, it hurt a little. But the fact that you just ran off? That you never just said “I’m sorry”? That hurts so much more, Polly.”

Because really, that’s all it took most of the time to make it up to the girl. Vicky was a forgiving person- she liked to be kind, and she liked helping people become better. And Vicky knew Polly could be better than that.

[oberlinempire]

“Sorry, Pollies- but that IP already belongs to the Oberlin Trade Corporation (LLC). Don’t you remember that house party last Saturday?”

[monsterxmuses-blog]

@high-hcpes reblogged for a random starter!

🔥Amira grinned a bit as they watched one of their friends get picked for the dance circle. They had decided to hang back for this one while they were swirling their red solo cup. She was going to need a new drink soon as they noticed they were nearing the bottom. Shrugging slightly, they made their way over to where the drinks table was before noticing the Party-geist.

“Oh hey Polly. How’s it going?”

[chaosmultiverse]

☠️ for polly

Polly awkwardly laughed, then puased and thought for a moment.

"Well I mean if I was going Deadpool kills the marvel universe on her ass then I guess I'd try and summon some dark baddie to do my bidding and dirty work, kill everybody in some blazing glory. But I mean, that would never actually happen, Homicide is not my style."

[turquoisetunes-blog]

Closed Starter for: @high-hcpes

It was the same typical, yet exciting high school house party; jam packed with horrible life decisions, ​copious amounts of illegal alcohol... and an orgy, because of course there would be one.

Reese, however, was not partaking in that last portion (at least not yet), rather she could be found with her back pressed against the wall nearest the stairwell with an ice cold beer in her clutches; as if she had no other purpose for being here, the turquoise haired banshee would scan the crowd of party goers and take mental note of any and all attractive females that she could lay her eyes upon. 

This zen like focus of hers would not last long unfortunately, as she was knocked into by a familiar face that was even more shitfaced than she was. Backing into Reese was none other than the infamous ghost hottie of Spooky High, Polly Geist; who had just caused a quarter of the banshee musician’s beverage to spill onto the carpeted floor beneath them thanks to her intoxicated state of being. 

God dammit...

The skater cursed to herself, as she took in the dampness in her hoodie that came from the spilled alcohol in question. Letting out a sigh, Reese would turn her attention to the ghost she had seen quite a lot of, but had yet to formally meet (what a great circumstance to do it under to.)

“So the way I see it, ya’ either gonna get me another beer; or ya’ gonna strip me outta this hoodie.” 

Her bark was only partially serious (like... 20%), the remaining tone was clearly evident to be a playful and teasing flirt towards the rather attractive specter; even throwing in a nonchalant wink to the female in front of her. 

[a-poisonous-gamble]

MEET THE MUSE .

TAGGED BY: @thezomblr TAGGING: @fearsandphobias-fireandfury @royalreef @just-scared-of-everything @ghostedboos (hits back to you ;) )

[Featuring Vera Oberlin]

ARE YOU SINGLE? “Ha. Yes.”

ARE YOU HAPPY? “Happiness gets in the way of business.”

ARE YOU ANGRY? “Yes I’m angry, you’re wasting my time.”

ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? “They died married.”

NINE FACTS.

BIRTH PLACE? “Greece.”

HAIR COLOR “Have you seen me? Ugh fine, it’s ‘green’.”

EYE COLOR “Red.”

BIRTHDAY “5th November.”

MOOD “Bored with this interrogation.”

GENDER “Female.”

SUMMER OR WINTER “Summer. Being cold-blooded and all.”

MORNING OR AFTERNOON “Afternoon. It’s warmer.”

EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? “Tch. Love is for weak minded losers who need to find some ‘meaning’ to their life.”

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? “HAH. No. But I do believe in petrification at first sight. Want to try it?”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? “It would be better if I didn’t answer this question.” It was Brian.

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? “Probably. I don’t keep track.”

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? “I don’t have time for commitments.”

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? “Ugh. I don’t do hugs... but I did hug my sister last night.” 

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? “I have many secret admirers. Not that I pay them any attention.”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? “Once.”

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST “Lust.” Love.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA “Iced Tea.”

► CATS OR DOGS “Cats. But I much prefer snakes.”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS “A few trusted people.”

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN “Romantic night in.”

► DAY OR NIGHT “Night. It’s so much easier to commit illicit deeds at night.”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT “I have never needed to. My adoptive parents were too scared of me.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS “I’m Vera fucking Oberlin. Of course I haven’t.”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? “...Yes.It still hurts.”

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR “No. I have too much work to do.”

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES “Eyes. They are always the failing of a good poker face.”

► SHORTER OR TALLER “Shorter.”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION “Intelligence. I prefer being surprised by someone’s wits rather than their stupidity hidden by a pretty face.”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP “I’m not answering this.”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG “When my parents were alive... yes. My adoptive parents? No. I took their name for my own, for my sister’s sake. And I’ve sworn to kill them if they ever come near us again.”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” “The only people to say such a thing would only say so because they’ve not lived through what I have.”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME “No. As said earlier my adoptive parents were scared of me.

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT “Once or twice. Not that it mattered when I owned several of my own places.”

FRIENDS.

DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS “Most, if not all, people I hate are dead. So no, I do not secretly hate one of my friends.”

DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS “I have few friends. And only one of them I consider to be a good friend.”

WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND “Polly Geist.”

WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU “Val, my sister. And... Brian.”

[fullofschmidt]

@prankmasterz​ asked: ❝ alone on a friday night? god, you’re pathetic. ❞ 

“... Polly, that’s mean.”

[oberlinempire]

@bustinbustinbustinbustin​ Continued from Here

Vera raised an eyebrow, but pulled out her phone anyways, aiming it at her ghostie bestie.

“If I have to get rid of another cursed phone after this, you’re paying for it, Polly.” She says, before snapping the pic. What exactly did Geist have planned here?

[heartsunholy]

Also since I have more mutuals interested in her, she gets elevated to proper muse status! So:

Tag drop for Polina “Polly” Geist of M.onster P.rom (not currently M.onster C.amp compliant, d.anganronpa brainrot means I haven’t played yet)

[fullofschmidt]

@prankmasterz replied to your post:

" ... Perhaps. Ask Spicy Brian if he wants to join." - prankmasterz 

“...”

Vicky shoots a text to @grave-risen​

[fullofschmidt]

IIIIIIIIT’S POLLY TIME!

Heehee, always wanted to give that a try. Anyways! Polly~! We all love Polly here, she’s so fun! And honestly, Alchemist is the obvious choice for class for her- brewing potions and brewing toilet wine aren’t really too far apart, conceptually! The alchemist subclass is probably the most chaotic of the artificer subclasses too, so all around it’s a good fit!

The only downside here is that there’s no “ghost” race (bluuuuh!) but air genasi have a lot of the hallmarks, even if there’s no death connection. Just gotta make do with what you got!

[fullofschmidt]

@prankmasterz​ replied to your post:

"If you just wanted a fuck you could've just told me before Brian went spicy! I've been craving a good Reverse Romanian Wilkinson sometime." - prankmasterz

“Listen, Polly- life... comes at us fast! We never really know what we want or what we’re going to get- and today, life gave me a perfectly good excuse to pull out the paddle~”

“So, we doing this or what? I got guac money.”