"What's the good in being good?"

❤ ♡ Mercy Lowland, between the hours of usual teenage torment and cheerleader practices, you will find her slaying the monsters that haunt your nightmares. May you succeed in picking up the sweetened scent of her Halfling blood don’t be too delighted to tear into her limbs. ♡ ❤

⊱ BTVS/ True blood OC Any other fandoms are accepted. I don't claim to be the real Alodia Gosiengfiao nor do I claim the gifs.⊰

"So go ahead feed me diamonds, bleed me slowly."
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TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.


Please preface questions with “Truth.”


alphadelameutedelycan says: "What are you doing?"

Mercy almost jumped up as soon she heard the sudden voice of the man behind her. Clearly she had been caught as she was well aware that this was private ground. Nevertheless she was not going to admit that to the other. ” I lost my necklace— it accidently ended up somewhere around here.’

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!


"Shut up!"
"Please, talk to me."
"I have no idea…"
"I know what this is!"
"Why did you do that?"
"How could you do this?"
"Let me do it!"
"Leave me alone."
"Don’t leave me."
"Kiss me."
"Don’t touch me."
"Why weren’t you there?"
"Why are you here?"
"What are you doing?"
"Don’t look!"
"Just look at it!"
"How did you get in here?"
"How did you escape?"
"Help me."
"I want to help you."
"You’re a monster!"
"You’re not a monster!"

Tell me who you think my character should have a threesome with.


They’ll vote “yay” or “nay” on it.

rolland-mandrake says: "And you are?"



" Hmm let’s see, a girl obvious, cheerleader, vampire slayer, future prom queen— so many things to go for but I will stick with my name:  Mercy." 

He chuckles to himself. He never really new how to count himself, sorcerer, summoner, warlock, or philosopher. ” I suppose I’m serving like that. Perhaps a collector would be a better term. ” he saw this as a perfect chance to throw his title in.

" A collector?  A collector of what? Gemstones?"  Mercy asked a little skeptical. The fact that this man knew so much about the world of the supernatural wasn’t quite something she felt comfortable about. Yet she had no clear signs or actual reasons to distrust him. " As in collecting supernatural creatures because I already have met someone like that, it did not end pleasant." 


{text}: Your friend paid me the visit and went on his merry little way.

{text}: Whatever happened after he left my home is minor details that do not concern me. 

{Text}: Good for him it is not my problem for I did nothing wrong. Find someone else to place the blame on, or it will be me hunting you. 

{Text}: Have a pleasant day :) 

[Text] Well it surely concerns me and his family. 

[Text]  I am not blaming you of anything Sir, it’s just a very odd coincidence that after visiting you, he is no where to be found. 

[Text] You hunting me?  Of course, I suppose you are just trying to scare me, no? 

[Text] Regardless of that, what did the two of you discuss? 


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Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

(Source: inperiosus)

mercythevampireslayer has entered the shop




She looked thoughtful “I got a few fairies, most of the princess’s are life-sized..this way…” she murmured, leading her deeper in.

"Life-sized, I doubt that anything life-sized will be quite to my likes—  I suppose that I am perhaps desiring too much now." Mercy hummed, following the lady and keeping her eyes on the dolls she could spot. " How long have you been doing this? Making dolls." 

"Not at all..I’ll just have to find you a worthy Fae" she cooed.

"I suppose that would be appreciated… "  The girl replied, although by this time she was starting to get a little uncomfortable by the fact that the dolls seemed to glare at her. Or was that just her imagination? 


"All right," Brittany said with a slightly raised eyebrow as she took a flashlight out from under her black blazer. "Do yeh remember anythin’ about where yeh put them last? An’ do yeh want meh ta give yer charmin’ self a ride home? Since yeh don’ seem in right condition ta walk there."

" A ride home? Yes home! I need to go home— that’s right."  Mercy muttered, somewhat surprised that the woman was so kind and tolerating her. Or should she say? Tolerating the fact that the girl was drunk and barely capable of having proper conversations. " Where are my shoes?!"