#darkambition

[hclluvahctel]

@dark-ambition (Charlie to Lute)

“So…Uhh…This may be a bit weird to say, I guess but…Thanks for listening to Abel and letting us destroy that weapon before it could kill all of us?”

"UGH. THIS DOES NOT MAKE US FRIENDS." She replies with a scowl, folding her arms and looking away even as she remain perched on the stair railings. "The only reason I'm here is to monitor Emily's visits here. If any harm comes to her I will not hesitate to slaughter everyone here."

[stardustmcde]

@dark-ambition sent; "Careful,   you’re   testing   me." @dark-ambition (Sir Pentious to Vox)

HA! That got Vox in a giddy mood. Amused, even. Someone the likes of Sir Pentious standing up to him. Now that was something to be entertained.

"Testing you?" Came the mocking reply, stepping forward and invading the other's personal space. "You're lucky you're even standing here, I could wipe you out like that."

Snapping his fingers, his right eye glowed red. Not exactly hypnotizing, but showcasing his anger. Despite the friendly smile on his face and the lighthearted way he spoke, it was hard to really see how he felt.

[the-most-humble-blog]

"Beneath the stoic peaks of the Carpathians, a tale of brotherhood and betrayal unfolds. Viggo, once a beacon of youthful ambition, was secretly swayed by the dark arts, each incantation and pact stripping shreds from his soul in exchange for unspeakable power. Unbeknownst to the world, he was the architect of his land’s darkest days—The Scourge of Carpathia.

His elder brother, the last bastion of familial love, died with despair in his eyes, his final breath a failed plea to redeem the lost. In an epic showdown, heroic young sorcerers rose, sacrificing their lives to shatter Viggo's mortal coil. Yet, his evil was such that even in defeat, it could not be unmade; his essence was imprisoned within the confines of a blessed painting, a testament to his monstrous legacy—a demon enshrined, forever gazing upon the world he sought to dominate."

[firstwcman]

@dark-ambition asked, “Alcohol! Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol!”

⛧ — good omens starters.

"A glass. How about we start with that?" Lilith was no bartender, but seeing as their regular had stepped out for the time being to tend to other business with a small bug woman, the Hotel Witch did not mind wandering herself behind the bar to strum her fingers over amber bottles and clear crystal with thought. "It's not good to imbibe so heavily. You don't want to lose track of your senses, now do you?"

"What is the reason for, anywho?"

[botanikos]

i love it, really, truly love it, when they underestimate me. @dark-ambition (Sir Pentious)

The prince does his best to understand where the other is coming from and what he seeks. Head tilts in curious assessment of features and posture.

❝ Have you attempted to explain how being undermined makes you feel? Though I will add, this could play very well to your advantage~! The element of surprise can be quite a magnificent tool! ❞

[spiderbootsarchived]

❝ sooooooo . . . ❞ a saunter, hips swaying, all four hands clasped behind his back in faux innocence. angel's teeth, as sharp as wit & just as dangerous, are on full display. the obvious work that pentious is engaging in -- something nerdy, with bolts & metal & wires & other parts that are lost on the spider sinner -- is shoved aside as he hops onto the table the other was working on, his long, exposed legs crossing over one another.

❝ ya' been at the hotel fer quite awhile now. how're you likin' it ? better yet, how ya' likin' me ? ❞ he's joking ; mostly. it was cute, perhaps even endearing, the way that pentious hadn't actively tried to get into angel dust's tiny little miniskirt. he was almost offended.

starter call. / @dark-ambition

[spidersins]

@dark-ambition replied to your post “he's going round pretty puffy heart stickers onto...”:

“…Why?” Pentious with a giant sticker on his forehead.

​❛ why not? i'm bored - and the stickers are leftover from charlie's scrapbook makin' session. ❜

[spidersins]

@dark-ambition plotted overlord starter

the dim lights of the city flickered below as the overlord lounged in his penthouse, one hand twirling a cigarette while the other tapped rhythmically on the armrest. it had only been a few days since he'd seen the news report buzzing with details—rumours of a mad scientist with a fleet of deadly airships, weapons that could level entire blocks in seconds. the thought of such destruction had piqued angel's curiosity, mind quick to race with possibilities.

normally, he wouldn’t bother with the affairs outside his district—too much drama, not enough payoff—but there was something different this time. something...worth paying attention to.

and so he leaned back in his chair, eight eyes looking out to the landscape of pride from his window, awaiting the snake sinners arrival. of course, he'd be cautious. pentious was no fool, and neither was he. but as long as the serpent kept his fangs out of angel’s business, there’d be no need for things to get messy. after all, angel was nothing if not a gracious host.

this was going to be fun.