Dec 28, 2019
💞 -cough- cuz let's be honest, HIM doesn't do 'emotional attachment'
what kind of relationship does your muse want with mine? [ x ]
💞 friends with benefits
“ … what KIND of benefits, my fine fellow? ”
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💞 -cough- cuz let's be honest, HIM doesn't do 'emotional attachment'
what kind of relationship does your muse want with mine? [ x ]
💞 friends with benefits
“ … what KIND of benefits, my fine fellow? ”
"Don't YOU look--- DELICIOUS~"
“Don’t you look… devilish---”
"Sooo~" He's practically PURRING, and all SMILES of course. "You must be one of Ace's little FRIENDS~"
Lobster claws, all smiles, and the charm illuminating in his voice were the distinguishing things that caught 2-D off guard at first, despite how he often reacted to anything that’s out of the ordinary in his lifetime. Ghosts and possessed foods are a couple things but this entity that knew Ace – and him – could also indicate a mutual connection ( or so he assumed ); based on his greeting, this friendly chat that sparked, the vocalist already sensed he’s of good company. Then again, a conversation outside of business was what he wants for now. “Well, yea’, guess you could say I’m one of his ‘little’… friends.” Whatever that means! Seated on a chair next to the sound recording equipment, he was on his break; a cigarette in between his fingers as his hand rested on the side of his head. ( Clearly, he’s been under a little bit of stress but when it came to be Acting Leader of the band, it’s a lot of responsibilities he’s juggling. ) “I’m, uh, 2-D, by the way - as most people would know by now. May I have the pleasure of knowin’ yours, then?”
try HIM :3c
Send try + a character you’d like to see me ( attempt ) to write !
( i WOULD, but it has been … literally over a DECADE since i watched ppg. so i’m afraid his voice totally eludes me. )
@styledevil
What won’t you do for the beloved child and potential progeny. Such a simple little change in his visage and he has already been confused with someone else... Not that it’s the first case in his ageless life, the ability to leap between dimensions brings you this much nuisance. Still, no realm could ever make the sovereign uncertain of the others’ nature - never to judge by the appearance, it was the aura of this being that brought his senses a familiar singe.
Powerful demon, no less...
“Right... Guess I should be grateful for having this tiny little distinction below my eye...”
“However, I’m afraid the similar face is the only matter me and your friend have in common.”
"A DRESS made of ICE? Seems a bit CHILLY but it looks SO hot!~" Elsa's saving grace at the moment was HIM's eye for fashion.
“Um...thank you?”
Elsa tried her hardest to never make assumptions about another based on appearances or first impressions. She knew well how that felt, and how wrong assumptions could be. But even as she forced an uncomfortable smile, she wasn’t feeling particularly warm or welcoming to this....person? Spirit? Being? Whoever this was, there was an air about them that chilled even the Ice Queen.
“I can’t say I’ve seen you around before,” she continued, though she noticed she regrettably lacked her usual grace. “Is this your first time in Arendelle?”
"My my what a CUTE little VILLAIN you are~"
RANDOM ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING @styledevil
❝ What in the HELL ? ❞ It only seemed right to invoke the underworld, if his eyes were not deceiving him. While any sudden appearances—— especially of undoubtedly powerful evil— made his heart race and his sweat cold, Jack knew he couldn’t stand for it.
❝ Look, I don’t care WHO or what you are, but JACK SPICER doesn’t do deals with demons unless you make an APPOINTMENT like every other honest villain ! ❞ Maybe honest wasn’t the right word, ❝ If you want business, come back with a less CONDESCENDING pitch. I appreciate the sense of chaos, but show a little RESPECT— ❞ His words halted here and there, uncertainty rising the longer he locked eyes with the creature. What the fuck was this thing supposed to be ? Was it going to take kindly to his bravado ? Or was it going to remove his guts ? Jacks arms were crossed protectively over his chest, as he tried to tough doing it.
“What a TALL drink of water. And I’m as THIRSTY as a man in a desert.” WINK.
A pointed head cocks at the multilayered singsong voice that calls to him, Duke’s brow perking up in intrigue. So rarely is it that the vampire finds himself in … LIKE MINDED company. Demons were abound in his plane of existence but not all were so partial to his presence. So to receive such praises from a stranger? Well, the Duke of Vaults is all too eager to lap that attention up.
His goateed chin raises, his posture straightening as a swell of LECHEROUS pride fills him. Long hands wrap about his lapels and fix his cape, setting himself for a TRULY debonair flair.
One long arm swings out behind him, his even longer and skinnier body bending right at the waist so Duke could offer a hand to his newest … acquaintance. A smile that some might consider DASHING (others might perceive it as predatory) becomes his mien, flashing bright white fangs in turn.
❛ – Thirsty, are you? I think I’m quite parched myself. Perhaps we should venture about? Hm? Find a way to satiate such a NEED together? ❜