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{Indie Dementia from Villainous} {Penned by Gaz}

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madamchaos:

Indie Fandomless OC - Sideblog to Demontea

5 + years experience

SFW (Gore/flirting is fine!)

Semi-Selective

About | Rules | Art (mine)

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madamchaos:

Indie Fandomless OC - Sideblog to Demontea

5 + years experience

SFW (Gore/flirting is fine!)

Semi-Selective

About | Rules | Art (mine)

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“Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.”

Tongue lulling out the side of her mouth, Demencia flashes her teeth, sadistic grin stretched wide across her features and there’s an almost playful glint in her mismatched eyes.

He’s playing with fire again, even if she’s been here for a shorter amount of time than him, she knows Black Hat’s temper with even the smallest of things.

If Flug kept going the way he was... Well, he might run out of usefulness.

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dementla:

            “ Not so fast! ”

She said while trying to suppress  giggles, grabbing onto her and shaking with merriment herself.

              “ we have to start slow, or the others and boss will learn there’s two of us, and you’ll go away. WE have to start small, and end big! ”

“Alright, tell me what ya got planned Double Me, lets hope its chaotic and extreme!”

Sticking out her tongue, Demencia bleps.

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              “ Hehehe, what better than one of me. Two of me’s. Let’s cause some trouble, shall we? ”

She asked, twirling some of her hair as one would a piece of cloth or a cane.

          “ I have quite a few ideas. ”

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“Count me in double me! lets rob a bank, or blow up Flug’s lab or- or!!”

She’s getting ahead of herself, but double the trouble? Hell yeah!

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{{Muse is still being selective but i’ll try and get out replies!}}

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evilpersonified:

    Black hat didn’t reply. A thought popped into his noggin and now he had to test it. Just to get a reaction and see her face. It would be priceless. But it was probably a half drunken idea.

   A devious grin stretched on his lips as he stepped forward until he was right in front of Dementia. “Touch me. I dare you. Or should I touch you?” His hand placed itself on her cheek. Cupping it. and rubbed the side of her jaw.

Demencia is startled, to say the least, eyes widening considerably at the gentle-ish touch. Acts of kindness with Black Hat were not only rare, but usually bad signs, though she can’t help the instinctive purr that leaves her throat.

“Is that an invitation to touch you back?”

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{{Muse is being annoyingly selective rn, i’m sorry! i’ll try and get to my other replies when i can!!}}

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evilpersonified:

    “Dementia.. If you touch me. I am going to throw you out that window,” he nodded towards said window. He hated when she got like this. “And I won’t let you back in.. Or worse, I won’t speak or acknowledge your presence. You wouldn’t want me to be silent and never letting you hear my voice again, would you?”

    Black Hat was backed up in a corner. Though there was something a little off about the fiend. He smelled a bit of alcohol. Though he wasn’t completely drunk yet.

“Come on Black Hat~ Just one touch, a little one~? You know you’ll liiiiike it!”

She wiggles her eyebrows in an attempt at flirting, watching him with that excited stare, like any minor movement would make her pounce.

The smell of alcohol was faint, but not unnoticable, and her grin widens considerable when she smells it on his breath.

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“You’re just so hot tonight. I can’t control myself!”

Drool hangs from the tip of her tongue, fingers itching to touch…touch, touch the man before her!

She’d cornered him in one of the many rooms the house held, and although she knew he could actually leave at any time, she also enjoyed thinking she had the upper hand.

Stalking him like prey, Demencia looks up at Black Hat with adoration, mismatched eyes filled with excitement!

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“No one is coming for you.”

Demencia gnashes her teeth for emphasis, fingers hooking in a clawing motion as she stares the doctor down, before bursting into a fit of giggles that only grew louder with each passing second.

It was always fun to torment poor Flug, even if they were on more equal grounds, annoying the crap out of him or outright being cruel was something the lizard girl enjoyed doing.

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“I promise, I’ll cooperate if you untie me now.”

Her words are less loud than usual, mostly due to the sinking feeling in her gut when she tugs on her restraints. Wrist and ankles attached to the chair with thick rope, Demencia had given up struggling a while ago, more intent on watching the man as he angrily paced before her.

She had been ‘irritating’ again, or at least that’s what she had gathered, tearing through the house after a lazer pointer had lead to a trail of destruction in its wake. One of Black Hat’s more... Liked, possessions had been caught in the chaos, and well... The punishment this time was restraint, so far.

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evilpersonified:

     “You should get the sour war heads. They;’ll last longer,” he pointed out. Surely if she got the gum drops, they’d be gone in an instant. She’d probably gobble them all down. But that’s just what Blacky was thinking.

    He pondered on if she had eyes on the back of her head. She avoided all obstacles in the path. And then she turned around. He pointed and hummed for a second. “There is is!” It was a building shaped as a gumball machine. Thought the ‘gumballs’ were painted on.

   The man practically ran to the building, J-walking. Didn’t seem like it, but he had a major sweet tooth. It’s why he baked so many sweets. As well as sell them to villains to make a quick buck.

“They make my mouth all tingly!”

Eyes in the back of the head? Nah, but maybe that hat was up to something...

Demencia keeps pace as he runs to the building, cars screeching at the two as they quite literally j-walked through them. It was chaos, though that was normal.

She’s practically drooling at the window, face now pressed up against the glass dramatically as her hot breath steams it up. It’s a horrible sight for those inside, and she merely starts to cackles at the looks she got from people walking by.

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i-sthatok:

“Oh, sorry, yeah! I’m pretty tall… Uhh, I was just imagined this way! Probably cause my Creator liked basketball.”

“Oh man! That’s weird, i mean, i guess Flug has a Thing for lizards if we’re going off of that!”