#seleneshield

[radiodemonstatic]

platonic / familial actions. [ calm ] - your muse calms down my panicked muse. - @seleneshield

The giant clock tower strikes 12 as all demons of hell go silent; It's Execution Day and Selene was out in broad daylight. Everyone's doors were locked up tight, windows covered, and not a single person would dare to open their doors to help anyone.

Selene lost track of time working on errands and now her time is officially up for good. She began to panic, breathing heavily as she scanned the area as fast as she can find shelter.

She looks up into the sky as a blue and white portal begins to form above meaning that the angels will soon be arriving. She runs into a dark alleyway leaning against the dark shadow area, hoping that she can at least withstand the chance to survive.

Unmindful to the fact that Alastor's shadow was right behind her and embraces her, covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming.

"Ah there you are darling, glad to see you're alive. Hahaha.."

Selene's body shivered from the vibrations of his voice whispering into her ear. Changing form from the shadow and into his self, Selene's body was now flushed against his.

"Did you really think that I would let some foolish feathery idiots kill you? We still have oh so much work to do and contracts to finish..."

He stated just before turning Selene's head to face him. Nose to nose has his eyes glowed.

"Our little game isn't over just yet..."

He wasn't going to give you up to the angel's to take. You were his "friend" and he was going to make sure that Selene and himself make it back into the hotel safely; alive.

[bow-tie-bartender]

1) Do you prefer writing angst threads over fluff threads? 5) What is the darkest or scariest plot you’ve ever written? 11) Has your character ever committed a violent crime? 19) Do you have a favorite dark/angsty RP you’ve done in the past? 22) Does your character get angry often? 24) What is the most wicked thing you could imagine your character doing?

1. It does depend what I  or my rp partner is really feeling but personally I love them both.  There can be brilliant plots that involve both which make it fun.  Though i’m a huge sucker for Angst, but Fluff is a super close second.5. Yikes, It’s been ages. If I recall correctly it was a psychological-torture/ stalker rp I did with a buddy way back when I used to have Skype. The gist of this rp was simple a ‘I desire you, so you’re going to be mine. Kidnappings, and a reprogramming or brainwashing mixed with Stockholm syndrome.  It was a long stemming rp that went on for a few years.   

11. This has been answered :P  (Here ya go!)

19. Ohh yes! It was a rp that went from a lot of build up from Fluff  like Friends to lovers, and then just tragedy struck, Hard. So yeah a very fun angst rp.

22. Most of my Grillbies tend to control their anger, but Fellby/War Grillby/Science Grillby -  Are the three hot heads of the bunch. 

24.The most Wicked thing Mainverse Grillby would do? He’s rather a chill dude but I could see him pulling some type of prank that is very lame. Like He puts Mustard in the ketchup or switch the sugar and salt containers. He’d think it’s genius.  Uh other Grillbies would have their own style of wicked so it would really depend on whom you’d be asking. 

[radiodemonstatic]

How May I Assist you? Continued:

@seleneshield

How May I Assist You? @radiodemonstatic Selene blinked a time or two in surprise at Alastor’s comment that another demon had any kind of in

Little did Selene know that he, himself, physically may have walked away from the balcony, but his shadow, his other entity, Bou was watching the whole time. The shadow is a part of him, which gives him insight from anywhere he wishes; like another set of eyes and ears. Waiting patiently in the hall, Alastor watched from the window down seeing Angel being dropped off from the heart designed limo. He sneered at the sight of Valentino in disgust.

“Ugh… that shitty pompous TV’s wretched plaything. What a horrible sight to see... The mere existence is enough to leave such a foul taste in one's mouth.” 

The overlord grumbled while shaking his head and looking away from the window to focus on something else more important for his time. He turned his focus to look at the pictures on the walls of the King and Queen, along with their daughter, Charlie and noticed that all the eyes of the frames and walls were looking at him. These objects were once demons that have died and now are stuck forever in hell. Alastor chuckled as he looked at everything around him, feeling the anger and cold eyes he was receiving from the long hallway.  It was amusing to him and it was even possible that some of these souls may have been victims to him at one point; no way to tell but once a demon dies, it departs from the body and scatters across hell till it possesses an object.  

Light sounds of static could be faintly heard in the quiet hall until his microphone’s eye lit red and disrupted the silence.

“Hey, bucco! When are we selling the deal ‘ere? I’m gettin’ really restless!”

Ritz stated impatiently. The microphone too is another part of Alastor, but it also has its own set of thoughts, just like his shadow. No one is certain if these entities are just fractions of his own self or if it had to do with his practices in voodoo, but they all share a soul; his soul. 

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes and placed his hand over the microphone's eye, clearly ignoring the statement that was just addressed to him causing it’s words to sound muffled as if he was covering its mouth. 

“Na-ah-ah~ Patience is a virtue, good friend.

You know how these contracts go. Afterall, I did offer an amazing opportunity that even a well trained demon would not refuse. Having the chance to have me protect someone is certainly a gift to them as it is for me. 

Good things come to those who wait…”

His ear twitched as he sensed Bou moved from the shadows from the walls to look over Selene’s shoulder after straightening herself in the seat and began to sign the documents. Alastor's smile became sinister as he raised his fingers to snap and transport himself where Bou was .

“Ritz, looks like the wait is over; showtime..”

He snapped his fingers & disappeared...

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@seleneshield A Fine Flame With the soft scratching of the needle against the edge of the record filling the space with noise, the peaceful bliss that had settled in unbeknownst to Grillby slowly stirred him from its haze as he felt Selene move slightly under his chin. Titling his head downward to see if their swaying was indeed to end like the song before them, he caught Selene's eyes gazing upwards into his. His face felt hotter than normal, perhaps they had danced far past the time he'd believed it to be since it would explain the exhaustion-vapor that was the heat gathering across his face. With his mind momentarily occupied by the first heat, he then noticed the new trail that raced along his shoulder then his neck, and finally his cheek that then connected to the ever pooling warmth. Sliding one hand further down Selene's back to the base of her spine as the other snaked around her shoulders as to aid in pulling her closer, and upwards towards him. With their lips met in a melding of passion and bliss, his eyes slowly began to shut as to enjoy the moment before him. Fluttering in through fuggy fields in his mind as he stood there with Selene locked in an embrace of passion as he kept his lips pressed to hers, slowly chimed in the grandfather clock. It was very subtle if not non-existent before it increased in volume until the unequivocal chime struck him thus pulling him from the stupor he found himself in. It was he who pulled back albeit slowly with a soft pop-like noise as he parted from Selene’s  lips. Now standing there holding Selene closely against his chest, he looked towards her not exactly dumbfounded but more euphoric in nature. A soft smile found itself stretching his lips as he continued to look at her half-lidded as the bliss was still in the air, though along with it came the slowly building acknowledgement of the time. A warm sigh escaped him as he gave a soft squeeze to the warm body pressed to his before loosening his grip. “Thank you for the dance, Selene. Magical comes to mind when I look back on it.” His eyes peered to the side for a moment before adjusting back to meet hers. “Pardon me for saying but I don’t wish to depart so soon from you, but I should be making for the door if I am to return home to make it to my bed.” A pause before he resumed. “I do have a duty to my work for tomorrow, though I would not mind it if you were to come around then.”

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A Fine Flame @seleneshield A mental sigh of defeat washed over Grillby as he decided to yield, and allow for Selene to call him a car. An honor of course, and such a polite motion for Selene to offer to him. Still, the more prideful side was infuriatingly stubborn  about rejecting the offer altogether. In the end however,  he bowed his head in thanks before uttering "Thank you, I accept the kind offer."  He finished.  The situation he faced was rather...unique bit nothing new in the realm of how most monsters were, though considering the monsters in question Grillby knew he was well off when compared to others of his classification. A private business owner with a few odd jobs here and there, oh and of course the 'payments' that were due to the skeletal gang that plagued his diner. Some members were welcomed wholeheartedly while others, well enough has been said that can be said. This seemed to always draw the nerves for most men, taking the delicate hand of a remarkable woman in theirs as to sway or jive to the music playing in the background. This however was not the case with Grillby, he had experience in a select few forms of dance and didn't fear the touch of a woman or man whom partnered with him to cut a rug. He was confident when taking Selene’s hand in his, then brought her close as to jive along to the music.  As time went on, and the pitch in the music shifted to that of a slower tune, his movements slowed to a sway as to match both music, and his partner's new pace. It was quite nice to dance like this as it had to of been some time since he moved this slow, life around him was always so high-speed as to match the bustle of the city life. It was a breath of fresh air for him really, a moment that seemingly stood still if not for their shared shuffle. with the weight of his partner’s head against his shoulder, he peeked down towards her before shifting to lighten his grip on Selene's hands then gently lent his head forward as to rest atop Selene’s as they continued to sway. 

[colorless-noir]

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🤕- Injured/sick

A ragged, painful cough shook Noir's body as he tried, and failed, to push himself to his feet. Blood, a stark contrast to the black and white of his world, splattered onto the floor in sickening amounts. He hated the color red. It was the only color in his universe, and yet.. he couldn't find it in himself to love the color that only brought death and pain with it.

Footsteps echoed off the walls, but Noir barely heard them. His vision was flickering in and out as another cough left him. He was fairly certain tears were running down his face, but it was hard to tell while his mask was on.