#do-or-dice

[notsobuggy]

Crush Investigation

Samuel didn’t like the casino. He thought it to be a rather pointless place with pointless games. But, according to Louis, the place was full of people, which were anything but pointless. In fact, Louis thought that the manager here was lovely and dreamy. Usually, when the bug described someone as ‘lovely’ or ‘dreamy’, it simply meant he got yet another crush. The person in question could be the literal Devil and Louis would blissfully ignore the fact.

Thus, to find out exactly how true Louis’ words rang Samuel came to this place. Finding information on the man wasn’t hard. Finding him in the crowd was just a little harder than that. Though, when Sam finally noticed him, he was surprised it took him so long in the first place.

“Hey,” Samuel called after swiftly marching through the crownd and standing before the man. He folded his apper pair of arms while his lower pair of hands was placed on his hips. He raised the brow above his healthy eye. “You are the manager, correct?”

starter for: @do-or-dice​

[mermoll]

☽

accidental affection (Accepting)

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

Cala blushed even harder than the alcohol was causing her to. She knew she’d been indulging just a little too much after being alone with someone she felt she could trust, but just how much had she drank? 

“Wh-what?”  Normally such a confession would have gotten a flirtatious remark or a confident wink, but Kingston wasn’t just some cat she’d caught staring at her hips, he was somebody who’d saved her life, who she trusted and knew. Was she so bent that she’d accidentally charmed her friend into falling for her? Surely that wasn’t a thing that could happen, right?! Knowing her luck, it probably could.

[baronesskitkatbonbon]

☰

Send ☰ to find my muse trapped in a cage. (Accepting!)

It was no surprise that Kat would eventually be found. She’d been screaming and thrashing at the bars out of pure rage ever since she’d been captured. 

“Let me out!! I demand to be freed!!” Tears of frustration continued falling from her cheeks as she continued to thrash and pull against the door with as much force as her weary body could muster.  

[onikiel]

@do-or-dice

Nimble fingers carefully work away at the dress she was stitching up. Kit accidentally singed some of the dress she had with her hands, luckily enough she had an old dress that had the same material that her new dress had. She didn't bother hesitating on cutting the piece and attaching it to her new dress. Thankfully her mother did teach her how to sew, otherwise she'd be in a pickle.

Once she was done, she carefully slid it on her body. The dress was absolutely stunning, decorated with an intricate design that was coated with a series of gold sequins. It hugged around her frame quite comfortably and it certainly was an expensive dress.

With that she carried on to proceed to slip on black leather arm gloves that were up to her elbow. A perfect fit. Next was the headpiece to compliment her ensemble, a few small black feathers protruding out.

Perfect.

Her hair was just fine the way it was, naturally short and sticking out neatly as it could and did. She was basically ready to head to the casino, a scent of burning wood would emit off of her body. After all she was a woman of fire.

With a small sigh, she grabs her bag and heads down the stairs to the front door, slipping on her black high heels before leaving her home. Locking it and ensuring it was locked like so. It was time to head to the casino.

Once she arrived to the casino, she paused and glanced up at the neon lights that flashed. 'The Devil's Casino'. Oh boy. It had been awhile since she made her appearance at the casino. But because of all the solitude she's endured, it was time to get out there and meet some new faces.

With that, she doesn't think twice and pushes herself through those doors into the casino.

[residents-of-inkwell]

@do-or-dice | Continued from here

As Kingston was heading for the bar, the music of the Devil’s Casino was in full swing in the background, courtesy of the personal band of imps and skeletons in the Devil’s employ, their brass instruments blaring out a soft, yet swinging, jazzy tone. Before the dice-man had a chance to even reach the counter of the bar, however, a pillar of smoke and flame manifested before him as a dark, fuzzy figure would be seen leaning up against the counter; none other than the Devil himself.

“Aaw, wha’s the matter Kingston?” he’d inquire, smile as wide as a canyon, showing off his deadly pearly whites. Casually snapping his fingers as a cigar appears out of nowhere, he’d summon a flame to his thumb with equal easy as he’s ignite it, sucking in a deep breath and blowing out thick smoke rings. “Work bein’ a little demandin’ tonight? Y’know, those papers ain’ gonna fix ‘emselves after all.”

[fireyxfrolic]

( @do-or-dice from X)

Kingston was on the beach laying by the water, he had been knocked unconscious and thrown off a bridge by some unknown perpetrators.  Before kicking the shit out of him they had placed a burlap sack over his head so he wouldn’t be able to identify him.  They must’ve been somewhat closely acquainted with him though, considering that they chose to involve water in their torment.  After nearly drowning as a child, any large body of water was utterly terrifying for him.  He never learned to swim, so it was a wonder that he’d washed up on shore at all.

He was starting to come to.  The die sat up with a groan before spitting up a concerning amount of water.  When his eyes adjusted to the light, he had realized he was on Isle Two, but how?  Surely the current didn’t take him all this way?

Grim had been flying over Isle Two as a means of patrolling the grounds to ensure nobody had stayed after closing. It was then he found something in the water, though upon closer inspection, it turned out to be someone. 

Naturally, Grim lowered himself to pick the other up with his tail and take him safely to the beach. Taking off the bag revealed the other to be none other than King Dice himself. A strange sort of anxiety began to set in. He knew how the others felt about King Dice, the resentment for his trickery, for being the Devil’s right-hand man without a shred of mercy...or so he was told. Yet Grim couldn’t ignore him, he looked all beat up and in pain... 

Grim decided to head back to the castle to find some enchanted healing object, but he didn’t quite know what was what, so he ended up being gone longer than he intended. By the time he returned, King Dice seemed to have woken up. “O-o-oh!! U-u-um, h-h-h-how are you f-f-f-feeling?”

[high-class-daemon-commander]

Seduction.

( Starter for @do-or-dice )

  One day, one of the elite demons, Billie of course, decided to go to the bar for a drink. She walked into the bar and looked around, a couple of men looking her up and down, “S-succubus?” One of the men who were staring said as they tilted their head thinking that because of her curvaceous body, “Not quite my dear, I am a high ranking demon of Hell.~” 

  But, all of a sudden, she felt something bump into her chest, as if it were a cube block. She stepped back and looked down, seeing a nicely dressed man in purple. ‘Whoa...Is that who I think it is?’ She thought to herself, with stars in her eyes.

[starry-eyed-blimp]

Roughest Toughest Frail

Starring @do-or-dice

It was late in the day, and Hilda was spending her time doing what she would normally at this hour. Snoring as she laid passed out on a low cloud. Completely unaware of a certain manager approaching.