#Polly Geist ☆Main Verse☆

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💋 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.

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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."

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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)

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@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?”

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Polly Info

Full name: Polly Geist

Species: Ghost

Age: 22??

Sexuality: Bisexual

FC(s): Nina Dobrev

Bio: Polly is very well known around Spooky High, she's one of the coolest ghouls you can know and befriend. She'll find a way to make any scenario fun with a good prank or with the use of alcohol... or even drugs! Nobody knows how she really died since she keeps telling different versions of the events, nobody questions it anymore and just roll with it. A lover of all the good and wrong things who isn't afraid to be bold when the topic is about sex.

Note: Follows the little info there is about her but also incorporates personal headcanons.

[ MAIN || INBOX || HEADCANONS || VISAGE || MUSINGS ]

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V001: Party Ghost

Default main verse. Polly Geist is a student in her senior year of High School, attending Spooky High. She’s a party animal and a lover of all the wrong things, often seen hanging out with Damien, Scott, Liam, Vera, Miranda, Calculester and Zoe.

V002: Poltergeist of Eel

An Eldarya verse. Ghosts are not uncommon to the land of Eldarya; your luck depends on what kind of ghost you may encounter. The majority prefer to be by themselves and not interfere with the affairs of the living... then, there’s the poltergeists, known troublemakers who are almost always never welcomed anywhere. Polly is one of those poltergeists, one of the last ectoplasmic beings that are still living in the city if Eel.

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CONNECTIONS

Oz :: [ Bae ]

:: Polly ♥ Peak a boo;; I choose U [ Oz ( kindcstguardian ) ] ::

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☠️ 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."

[heartsunholy]

@howlout said: ❝ He looked at me like I was stupid - I’m not stupid. ❞  @ polly   !!

I wanna be in the room where it happens // accepting

“Yeah, Scotty, you’re right, you’re not stupid!” Oh, it takes a lot for something to rattle the usually energetic ghost out of her intoxicated stupor. But making fun of Scott? That would do it.

Not that she didn’t playfully tease the werewolf - just like she loved to roast all her friends! But there’s a difference between friendly ribbing and being a dick. And there was nothing good natured about mocking Scotty’s intelligence so overtly the normally sweet jock couldn’t find humor in it.

She smiles but there’s manic glee in her eyes that screams of danger, of vengence. “...I think it sounds like someone’s just begging for a legendary PRANKMASTERZ prank...whaddya say?”