#otis roland

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey man. Wanna hang out? I know we don't talk much and shit after the whole bar thing, but I figured turning a new leaf would be a good idea for the new year.

Can we all try fucking each other again???? I really don't wanna miss out on being with a hot stuff like you in a threesome again!~

@askthesiamesedudes

Veteran Dude perks up at the sound of two familiar voices as he passes a chicken-flavoured dog treat to Champ, who happily devours it in mere seconds.

"Oh, that… I don’t remember much about the whole bar situation, but I... know it wasn’t pretty... I’m really sorry about that. I dunno what came over me," he apologises with a guilty sullenness, still unable to fully forgive himself for ruining a perfectly good night with someone he genuinely adores.

He grows flustered as his brain processes the raunchy compliment from Otis, taking a moment to sift through his timid silence before answering the questions.

"I wouldn't mind hanging out with you two again! Maybe Khal and Psyk would be interested in joining the threesome," Veteran Dude glibly replies, wearing a lopsided, easy-going smirk as he adjusts his slightly askew shades.

[lavenderhorror-endie72]

THE RESULTS ARE IN! SEE MORE FOR THE ART!

And since we had a tie, I'm gonna make sure if another happens, a second poll will be done for a tiebreaker! THAT BEING SAID:

Who's Next?

Rick (P2)

Riktor (Corkscrew Dude)

Zach (Movie Dude)

Monty (BD Dude)

Voting ended onJul 8

[rykerroland]

Hey pretty boy~ you wanna have some fun? 🧿

Excuse me?... What do you mean by "fun", huh??

[asktheimmoralsupportgroup]

Holy shit, Otis... You're so down bad for my evil, ancient man, Psykheima. Uhhh, I'm proud of you?

Uh. I think he just fucking died of a heart attack—

Hold on.

Yep. No pulse. He'll respawn soon enough ^.^;

[askthesiamesedudes]

Yadda yadda, ask us anything, 18+ Minors DNI all that shit. Have fun or whatever.

Don't be afraid, either! I PROMISED I wouldn't bite.... much...

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, asshole!!! Wanna fight?~ 🧿

Psykheima is exploring the dreamscape of Monty's slumbering mind with purposeful grace when they perk up at the sound of Otis' voice. They agilely turn to face him, appearing just as it did during their first meeting, but now wearing a tattered, dirty Krotchy-patterned hospital gown, combat boots, a medium-sleeved trench coat adorned with a smiley pin and a silver Latin cross, and black fingerless driving gloves.

"Oh, Odysseus! I've been thinking about you so much..." Psykheima greets Otis with a perverted, easy-going exhilaration, striding over until they invade his personal space.

With an alluring purr, they tantalisingly trace a clawed finger along his torso from the collarbone to just above his crotch.

"Aren't you a tempting, sweet thing? Daring me for a fight? My body is all yours for the taking~" it croons with an arrogant, lustful grin, taking a slight step back to salaciously glide its gloved hands over their torso while giving him a cheeky wink.

[lavenderhorror-endie72]

They'll always hate each other, but at least they settled in alright. Here's to hoping they don't break the pro/antagonist peace treaty up here.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey Tobi-boy.... I uh... I know I was a dick in the past, but uh.... you wanna maybe hang out again?... or like, have sex? If you want? I dunno what you'd prefer more, honestly...

He fidgets nervously, ears pulled back and flyaways all limp.

@askthesiamesedudes

Veteran Dude gently rubs the left side of his forehead where he has intentionally placed a bandage. His face subtly grimaces with physical discomfort as he stifles a pained groan, struggling to focus on Otis' presence, but he knows he’s there. All he can see is the imp's body, having a bizarre, grotesque texture reminiscent of gory water, while buzzing static and hellish, incoherent whispering surrounds him.

"Hey there! Yeah… I was kind of a, errr, ma-massive asshat too! Ffffuuck, my head. I wouldn't mind… umm, ha-hanging out with you again," he articulates with guilt-ridden politeness as he stands up from the white plastic chair outside the trailer, firmly clinging to the idea of redemption.