Carlos De Vil

Indie RP blog || Mun is 18+ || Carlos De Vil || Multiship & Multiverse|| "He doesn't look like a vicious, rabid pack animal."

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As you can probarbly tell from the lack of activity, I’m on a small break. I’m not sure how long it’ll last, but lately I’ve been swamped with schoolwork and social duties (is that a thing? I’m making it a thing.) 

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' are you hurt? '

“I’m fine, healthy -Not about to show weakness to an enemy.” 

P L E A S E   R E A D 

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

Please like/reblog if you ARE TOTALLY OKAY with roleplaying with muses that apply to the following above.

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fallofashesandsnow:

“Do you really think Dude would let them? He’d sooner bite them and get loose.” Ash scolded, keeping him pressed up against the wall, using her whole body to prevent any wiggling free as she did so.

“They could have really hurt you, Carlos! What would you have done then? What would I have done if you’d gotten hurt?!” The moment the words left her mouth she froze, eyes wide and hoping he didn’t notice what she’d said, but dread curling in her stomach at the fact he probably had heard her accidental admittance.

Carlos almost wanted to wiggle (she was so close to him oh god) just because she was obviously trying to stop him from it. As it was he had to choke down a whine as a certain body part was starting to respond to her close proximity. ‘Bad hormones, don’t do that’ he thought to himself, slightly hysterically. 

Her shocked expression got to him before her words did, and thought part of him wanted confirmation that she meant that he also knew her for an Isle girl. The isle wasn’t a place for heartfelt declarations, so instead he managed to loosen his arm (and ignore his anxiety), cup her face and kiss her. 

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jaydenjafar:

Carlos had a point: they had to eat. Well, enough to get by. Memories were returning of sometimes going day by day without three meals, stealing half-rotten fruit to eat, going to bed hungry, and Jay’s heart sank. There probably wouldn’t be any food, or at least very little, at his dad’s place. “Maybe I can take some stuff to trade for food, too.” He paused. “I don’t think my dad would do much if he notices something’s stolen. People have stolen stuff from his shop before.” 

Jay frowned. The last time they’d seen Uma, she’d turned into a giant squid and had disappeared into the sea in Auradon. “You’re right. Uma might not be here. She could still be at the bottom of the sea, for all we know.” He wondered if someone like Harry Hook had stepped up to take her place as leader of the Isle. Or if maybe there wasn’t anyone in control, which would mean more chaos than there normally was. “We should keep a low profile, but we might have to ask around if we can’t figure it out ourselves. We need to know what we’re up against here.”

Carlos agreed, and made the appropriate nods and sounds to signal this. “Best to get going then, probarbly.” He noted thoughtfully, as he was well aware that the anxiety nagging at him would only get worse and worse as they waited. It was the same way he was with homework, getting more stressed out the longer he put something off until he finally just did it.

“Unless you think there’s a specific time he might not be in, or something.” He added. In Auradon going at night would be best, as everyone was asleep then and the constant sunshine and good weather meant that the lightning was too good to sneak around in. Things were different at the isle, with its constant grey clouds and tall packed buildings. The difference between night and day was shadows or pure darkness, for the most part at least. 

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orchardsxsong:

She can feel her hands uncurling, the fear for Carlos, the victim, receding as the other scrambles up and away. “I wouldn’t expect you to have.” She smiles softly, hopes that his anger has been washed away for now and the near future. “Can-Can I look at your hands please? They’re very red and I’d rather they be healed in case-” Hazel eyes flicker in the direction that the man had gone running. “I need to make your cover more believable.” While she has often had the need to defend her goodness, she finds that she would do anything for these Villain Kids, finds homage in the way their treated, isolated but included at the very same time.

He was gaping, a little. Out of all the possibilities that had gone through his head this wasn’t one of them, he’d thought he’d be sent back to the isle or at the very least severely punished. Never did he think she would stick up to him, raised in Auradon as she was and struggling to prove her goodness every step of the way. Silently, he presented her with his hands. They were indeed red, and he thought they might bruise later. Luckily he hadn’t broken skin, so it wouldn’t be too much trouble. 

He swallowed the instinct to protest, to give her a way out. That was the Auradon way, not the actions of an isle brat.  “What will we tell them?” 

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@fallofashesandsnow

Carlos didn’t struggle, just tried to ignore the heat coiling in his belly. “They were gonna take Dude from me! I wasn’t just gonna let them run off with him!” He argued passionately.  Not that picking a fight with three older Auradon guys was a good idea, but he’d gotten away hadn’t he? With Dude in his arms. Which, in his mind made it well worth the scare. 

[fallofashesandsnow]

Sick as a dog || Closed with sweetcarlosdevil

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fallofashesandsnow:

The lick did nothing, having become immune to that sort of reaction to her hand over someone’s mouth. Better than then teeth at least. his pleading made her smirk slightly, though a weird, warm wiggly feeling settled in her gut at it and she shoved it away, not wanting to think of it or the cause, whatever it was. It made her want to stab things, and she didn’t want to be sent back to the Isle.

Ash had noticed a lot of people being sick, so to be honest, she wasn’t surprised by the nurse’s actions, she was still miffed at the callous treatment. At the prognoses and  recommendations, she huffed and shoved the pamphlet into her pocket and, without even giving his comment a mind, hoisted him up.

“They so busy with people being sick here, well we’ll just not bother them. Come on,dolf, you’re gonna come sleep over so I can make sure you get better.”

People didn’t die of colds here, she knew that, but having had people do so of things easily treated had they the medicine and such on the Isle had her protective of those she cared for, even if they caused weird wiggly feelings in her chest and stomach that made he want to stab things.

Without further ado she was carrying him out of the infirmary and to the dorms, glad that her roommate was Anna who wouldn’t question.

Carlos sighed as he was again carried. It was a good thing he was used to his Mother and Mal, else he might feel emasculated. A shiver wracked his frame, making him sweat and huddle closer to his source of heat. 

This of course made him blush, though it was lost amongst the flush caused by his fever. “This sucks.” He murmured, pathetically. “I thought there’d be less sickness in Auradon. I didn’t even eat anything bad.” He continued, cursing his weak immune system. 

Then the guilt started, because Carlos couldn’t just suffer physically no, he had to suffer mentally too.

“You really don’t have too take care of me, or carry me. I mean I’m really gross right now, and you probarbly don’t want to see me like this. I’m really disgusting-” Or at least, so his Mother thought. Especially that time he’d caught a cold at the isle, he’d been locked in his room for a week. “-And I’m really not that sick.” The cough trying to claw out his throat begged to differ, but he managed to choke it down. 

As if the anxiety wasn’t bad enough, now he’d gotten anxiety over voicing his anxiety because he was just that lucky. Here was a girl he liked, respected ,crushed on. And he’d just acted like an insecure sick idiot, which he was but. 

                                                      He didn’t want her to know. 

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Carlos was running through the rooftops, jumping and running with the occasional snarl and growl when he met fellow people. He ran past all of them (most ran away from him first, though) except one. He’d not heard much about her, but of what he knew she was part of Uma’s crew. He wasn’t sure what caught his attention, whetever it be her hair, her smell (he didn’t actually have the smelling sense of a dog, but he’d practised until it was better then a normal human.) 

He almost yipped, before he thought better of it. The only ones who’d heard his more playful sounds was his Pack, and she was not pack. “Hello.” He settled on in the end, voice gravely and rough -As if it hadn’t been used in a while. (It hadn’t, he usually communicated through dog-like sounds. Partly because it made others scared and believe the werewolf rumours, and partly because he never knew what to say.) 

[scotchymemes]

The 33th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being kicked by a toddler.

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Like for a starter from Growls & Snarls : Carlos

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Sick as a dog || Closed with sweetcarlosdevil

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fallofashesandsnow:

Ash sensed his intent to do that and the moment he started to howl she clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling it and her expression turning frustrated and irritated as he did so. At the insulting endearment-which only he could get away with actually using without a knife to the side, even here-she gave him an exasperated look.

“Do that again and you’ll really be a dog.” she drawled as she got him to the infirmary, the cold nose against her neck not even a bother, used to Anna doing so.

Without any semblance of decorum, she dumped him on one of the infirmary beds.

“Dork. You’re not dying, and you keep acting like that I’ll turn you into a cat.” she was mostly teasing cause she knew it riled him up but still.

Carlos, of course, had licked her hand for daring to restrain his mighty howl. The idea of being a dog did nothing more then delight him, but a cat? Oh hell no. “I take back my previous comment.” He said breathlessly, stuffed nose’s had a tendency to make him sound like he’d run miles. 

“You are a merciful creature who would never humiliate me by turning me into a feline.” He lied, because yes -He could easily imagine her doing that. And Carlos would never live it down. 

A nurse had arrived,  and without a word of greeting she began examining him. Touching his forehead and swiftly placing a thermometer in his armpits, Carlos hated the whole process but couldn’t help feeling relieved that the nurse didn’t attempt conversation or comfort  (harried and stressed as she looked, maybe the same sickness Carlos had was going around?) 

She wrote something down before turning abruptly to Ash. “He needs to stay hydrated, there’s a food tray coming in one hour with soup he ought to eat. If his fever gets worse or he becomes hysterical go get one of the nurses.” She withdrew a pamphlet, named ‘how to care for the sick’ with smiling parents watching their teen daughter in bed. “If you have any questions, google it then come to us. Feels like half the damn school has come down with th-” It cut off then, because she had gone to another newcomer -No doubt to tell them the same thing. 

Carlos turned to Ash nervously, feeling guilty. “So much for the great Auradon care, huh?” He joked, wincing at the pain in his throat. (He probarbly shouldn’t have tried to howl.) “You don’t have to stay, I mean you’re probarbly busy...” 

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Made an AU version of Carlos which I love

[fallofashesandsnow]

Sick as a dog || Closed with sweetcarlosdevil

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fallofashesandsnow:

“Now who’s being dramatic.” Ash teased as she poked his side slightly and kept walking. She was used to his dramatics when they reared their head, not bothered by it since they weren’t deadly like his mother’s could be, just unique.

“You’re fine, drama queen. You’d think you were a cat, dramatic as you are.”

Carlos raised his hand to cup his mouth, letting out a howl. It wavered to its end, but it was enough to make nearby people stop and stare. “I’m a fucking dog. Bitch.” The last part was muttered, less of an insult and more of a fond endearment. 

As if to confirm his ‘doggish (puppy-ish)’ behaviour he raised his head to nuzzle his cold nose at the crook with a soft sigh. “Dying.” He repeated, to make sure she knew his happy sigh didn’t mean an end to his suffering. “So bad.” 

[bunny-lou]

Evil Carlos head canons please if you can

Oooh, my poor puppy.

References to Child Abuse and Violence

 - years of abuse from Cruella make Carlos crack. Trauma, brain damage, PTSD, whatever he gets from her abuse makes him twisted

 - gets tired of being pushed around, so he starts carrying a knife with him and using it more frequently

 - after all, he has no friends and his mother beats him, what does he have to lose? He really doesn’t give a shit if he wins a fight, he just wants to hurt those who hurt him

 - his lack of care for himself has other students seeing Carlos as crazy and they stay away

 - he gets better materials from the barges because none of the other kids wanna fuck with him now

 - Carlos builds bigger and better machines that do all sorts of crazy impressive shit and gaining the respect of some of the big bags on the Isle

 - Mal offers him to join her gang, but Carlos just sneers at her and turns away

 - “did dog boy really just walk away from me? He’s dead.”

 - Mal, Jay and Evie following him after school and sneaking up to Carlos’ treehouse

 - as soon as they’re in, there’re all kinds of traps and defense mechanisms that catch them off guard.

 - Jay gets shocked by a live wire, Evie gets a knife in her shoulder, Mal jumps back to avoid some flying chemical and falls out of the tree house

 - the three of them don’t ever fuck with him again because De Vil is crazier than his mother and he doesn’t care about hurting himself if he hurts you too

 - Carlos snaps one day and just stabs Cruella in her sleep, he gets the kids who are afraid of him to dump her body in the water

 - no VK has ever killed their own parents before. They’ve thought about it, but no one ever did it

 - he rises as king of Dragon Hall, not because he’s strong or a good fighter, but because he is wicked and ruthless and truly doesn’t care about anything, not even himself

(This entire thing was inspired by American Horror Story: Cult and in the first episode, Kai Anderson says “there’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man”.)

[the-modern-typewriter]

“How could you do this?”

“I’m a terrible person?”

“No - I mean, well, yes, probably - but I meant literally how. What were your calculations? This is incredible.”

[dailyau]

“I’m a superhero and you’re the villain, but I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face” AU

- (@the-average-procrastinator)