#conceitedink

[aim-toplease]

I swear I don't know how, but somehow, you, @onlyonecanbeking, and @conceitdink have all managed to give me a voice kink through text...I mean I'm not complaining, but how does that even work???

A devilish smile curled the Figment’s lips as he ran a hand through his hair, putting the entirety of his handsome face in display for a moment before his soft brown locks fell over his forehead again. It was always fascinating to cause such reactions, to allow people a longer glimpse into their own undiscovered desires and then watch them get all flustered about it.

“We didn’t do anything, my darling.” His voice rumbled through his chest, head tilting as his eyes looked them up and down. “This is the result of your imagination working against you… or shall I say, for you?” Seth chuckled and continued to speak through a small lip bite, as if he was excited to explain their own predicament to them.

“All we do is speak to you, in the ways that we’re able to, and your busy brain fills in the gaps. You’ve given us voices, those exact voices you know could drive you mad with nothing but a whisper. In short… you have only yourself to thank for your newfound kink, darling~”

[onlyonecanbeking]

Author does nothing but give out a suppressed sigh as well as a counterfeit grin to the temporary monochromatism Dark seems to hold his surroundings in. "My, and here I thought Anti was edgy," Author said clearly and with a bit of amusement lilting his voice. "Tall, dark, brooding.... handsome. Yeah, you'd make for a lovely 'friend'. Never knew they stacked exasperation that tall." Our beloved writer then made his way to Dark and tucked his hand under his lapel. "How charming~" -Conceitedink

Dark always considered himself a vixen trapped in mortal flesh, a siren, an epitome of all things enchanting. From afar he had always been his drug others needed to fix to. Up close, he made the conclusion that he was the oxygen that others needed to breathe. It was no wonder so many foul creatures had hopes to achieve his mind and body and his attentions. Drooling fools with no poise, no manner of pride. Dark assumed it would be so much easier to shield himself from the ruins of the outside world.

But unfortunately, the outside world always managed to find him.

Dark glanced up in order to take in the approaching lithe figurine. The writer, the creator, the sick buffoon who galavanted about with his pen and paper. Why was Author there? Dark knew he was there to bask in perfection. To dance upon wit. To lavish himself within the addiction Dark had surely caused of him. The Author had certainly arrived to attempt to engineer Dark to be all he wanted for a good story.

And the black shadow was certainly unimpressed.

Dark busied himself to rising from his chair, pushing up to the fullness of his height, stretching his chest up in order to meet level contact, eye to eye, to the man across from him.

“As exquisitely unremarkable as ever, Author.”

He swept a steady gaze up and down the length of the Author’s body, taking them in, sniffing in an animalistic chuff once in response to whatever it was he apparently saw.

“And how conventional for you to arrive, perhaps as late as it is.”

He smirked.

“But you might notice I’m busy. Tending to my Lovelies, and all. Perhaps we can chat about your most recent failures over coffee. Come back later.”

[aim-toplease]

Oh, Seth! You look absolutely stunning in sequins! I just can’t get over how lovely you are, hun.

(Art done by @conceitedink)

[ask-devilplier]

"Hmm... Care to dance? I'd like to brag to my friends that I've danced with the devil in the pale moonlight~" Author couldn't help but chuckle at his own humor, resting his hand on Beelz's lower back. -conceitedink

The Devil had not felt moved to turn the jazz music off, and so it continued its syrupy melody for what seemed like far longer than one vinyl would allow. The saxophone had just struck a solo when the Author arrived, pulling in the King's attention. A sultry grin appeared on his face almost immediately.

"With an approach that forward, I feel like it would be be a sin to refuse~"

He pulled himself closer, the topmost button of his vest nearly brushing against the others chest. His aurous eyes sparked with a subtle desire, and his breath held the scent of a hearth.

"Afraid the moon doesn't do much shining down here, but I think the firelight makes a suitable replacement, no?"

Full aware of where the Author's hand lay, he placed his own upon the man's shoulder while simultaneously swooping up the hand that hung free. His chin tilted slightly upward, eyebrows lifting in suggestion.

"Ready whenever you are, darling~"

[ask-devilplier]

Author couldn't help but scrunch his nose as he smiled. Yeah sure enough, smells like brimstone. His eyes didn't really take too much time to take in his surroundings, but that wasn't what he was here for now was it? "Well, they were right. You must have been the most handsome angel. What's say we play a nice round or two of a game or somethin'," he chuffed, pausing to glance down from the ceiling to the father of lies. "Liar's dice. Bluff for bluff~?" His smile kept on. -conceitedink

Ah, what did he have here? He'd heard of this fellow before, yes... the infamous book writer whose stories tended to be less fictitious then presented. How curious.

His eyes trailed over the man with a spark of interest, narrowing when noticing his lack thereof. Of course, when his guest's focus shifted to him, a smile parted his lips. Compliments and a game proposal? My, my, he certainly did have a way with words~

"Well, I don't see why not~"

He purred, feeling a stir in his chest at the man's confidence. It was hardly ever interesting when his opponents lacked spine. He was after something fun, not something easy.

"Should be quite the interesting match, hm?"

[ask-devilplier]

//yoooo, just needed to drop on by and say that I love the owner of this blog stay rad! -conceitedink

((Thank you so much! I hope you have a fantastic day!))

[conceitedink]

hey if you ever see this pal this is the owner of this blog fun fact