I'll kill you if this town doesn't.

Marcos. Desert Bluffs. The rest is confidential. [Night Vale OC RP blog]

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[maraeschildren-blog]

"Mechanical," she repeated, seemingly entranced by the red light of his eye. "Like the goblins’ constructs? Incredible…" Honestly, she was thrilled. Fascinated. She hadn’t seen goblin machinery since before they’d become corrupt under the demons’ influence, reduced to a race of fuck-happy breeders rather than brilliant inventors. "What do they call you?"

[mister-confidential]

A smirk. “Marcos. What do they call you..?” How interesting, the way she seemed fascinated in him. 

[maraeschildren-blog]

"Alyss." Her tail curled slightly around her thigh.

[mister-confidential]

He watched her tail, the movement catching his eye-- but he creased his brow when she spoke. "No it isn't."

[unless-its-a-farm]

Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With. Send me 3 names.

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[maraeschildren-blog]

"Oh, really." In a blink, she was inches away from him, her hand hovering a hair’s breadth from his chest and enveloped in a soft purple glow. Her eyes searched his, lips shining in the dim light…and then, she blinked, tilting her head to the side slightly. "…You’re not organic," she murmured, surprised. "Are you a golem?" That was the only explanation she could come up with. But, no, golems were incapable of speech.

[mister-confidential]

He cocked his head slightly, watching her. The red in his mechanical eye lit up. “I’m mechanical,” he replied, “not a human.” 

[maraeschildren-blog]

"Mechanical," she repeated, seemingly entranced by the red light of his eye. "Like the goblins’ constructs? Incredible…" Honestly, she was thrilled. Fascinated. She hadn’t seen goblin machinery since before they’d become corrupt under the demons’ influence, reduced to a race of fuck-happy breeders rather than brilliant inventors. "What do they call you?"

[mister-confidential]

A smirk. "Marcos. What do they call you..?" How interesting, the way she seemed fascinated in him. 

[gelatinousfeline]

[literally just carrying him with Kev's legs around Marcos' waist, biggest kiss ever] And I missed you, my little one. (hm either way!!! I don't care really!)

mister-confidential

*holds onto him tightly* Are you just visiting? Are you staying home for a while?

[mister-confidential]

[sets him down all gentle, strokes a hand through his hair] My darling. My Kevin.

[gelatinousfeline]

*grins up at him, leaning into his touch* My Marcos.

[mister-confidential]

Your Marcos. I will not leave again. [Biggest hug aw]

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[mister-confidential]

"That’s at least partially because I’m not a mortal." A shrug. He returned the smirk. 

[maraeschildren-blog]

"Oh, really." In a blink, she was inches away from him, her hand hovering a hair’s breadth from his chest and enveloped in a soft purple glow. Her eyes searched his, lips shining in the dim light…and then, she blinked, tilting her head to the side slightly. "…You’re not organic," she murmured, surprised. "Are you a golem?" That was the only explanation she could come up with. But, no, golems were incapable of speech.

[mister-confidential]

He cocked his head slightly, watching her. The red in his mechanical eye lit up. "I'm mechanical," he replied, "not a human." 

[memes-for-the-rper]

Ask my muse increasingly personal questions. See how far you can push them.

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[maraeschildren-blog]

"And why not?" The indigo-skinned demoness crossed her arms, circling him slowly. "You’re in the presence of a literal demon. The logical thing to do would be to try and banish me back to Hell.” Not that it would work. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “You’re either very brave, or an utter fool. Or a brave fool.”

[mister-confidential]

He watched, turning his head to follow her with an arched brow. “You haven’t shown me a reason to be afraid yet,” he replied. 

[maraeschildren-blog]

She paused her stride at that. “True, I suppose. Then again, most mortals don’t need a reason. They see the horns, the tail, the wings—suddenly, they bring out the crucifixes and holy water.” Her gilt mouth twitched into an amused smirk.

[mister-confidential]

"That's at least partially because I'm not a mortal." A shrug. He returned the smirk. 

[mister-confidential]

{Marcos is a former surgeon

And the reason for the former part is because I envision this happening a lot:

"Doctor, what's the best course of action?"

"I want to cut her open"

"She has a broken arm, Doctor"

"I didn't say we had to. I just want to."}

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[maraeschildren-blog]

"And why not?" The indigo-skinned demoness crossed her arms, circling him slowly. "You’re in the presence of a literal demon. The logical thing to do would be to try and banish me back to Hell.” Not that it would work. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “You’re either very brave, or an utter fool. Or a brave fool.”

[mister-confidential]

He watched, turning his head to follow her with an arched brow. "You haven't shown me a reason to be afraid yet," he replied. 

[mister-confidential]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that." (maraeschildren | alyss)

"I have no reason to be afraid."

[znxxr-deactivated20151024]

[rpmemes-galore]

"You don’t seem afraid at all. I don’t understand that."

"Hey, does anyone have a pen?"

"Hope is a very dangerous thing to lose."

"You make excellent bait!"

”I don’t feel sorry for you, I pity you.”

"Sorry, fresh out of sweet forgiveness."

"Sorry. I’m sneakier than I give myself credit for."

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

top hundred maybe

kind of a stretch though

top thousand is more likely

[mister-confidential]

Good for you, querida.

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

i’d say you’re probably tied with my dad but even you don’t deserve that

[mister-confidential]

Alright, sweetheart. 

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

  zeke, for instance

kel

cecil

carlos

hell even my dead grandmother

i’m honestly not even sure you’re in my top ten

[mister-confidential]

I’m proud of you.

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

top hundred maybe

kind of a stretch though

top thousand is more likely

[mister-confidential]

Good for you, querida.

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

there are actually people who are a lot more important to me than you

you do realize this right

[mister-confidential]

I was being facetious, querida, I am sure there are. 

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

zeke, for instance

kel

cecil

carlos

hell even my dead grandmother

i’m honestly not even sure you’re in my top ten

[mister-confidential]

I'm proud of you.

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

maybe there’s another robot whose life i’d like to end did you ever think of that huh

or maybe i just need them for a rainy day after the inevitable robot uprising

who knows

not everything’s about you y’know

[mister-confidential]

I disagree.

[missjacksoninthemorning-blog]

there are actually people who are a lot more important to me than you

you do realize this right

[mister-confidential]

I was being facetious, querida, I am sure there are. 

[deusxsubridens]

My grandmother used to embroider pillows with the phrase, “Reach your full, productive potential!” I loved those pillows so much! She sold one to me!