#vocaliist

[clown-demon-arc]

@vocaliist

"Ooh~. A singer I can assume? What kind of songs do you sing?"

[boppinbabe]

@vocaliist asked: 🍒 (Send 🍒 to find my muse under the mistlefoe.)

      Dark  eyes  flit  between  the  rapper  and  the  plant  hanging  above  them,  a  coy  smile  spreading  across  the  demon's  face  as  she  realizes  the  predicament  they're  in.  Well,  maybe  predicament  isn't  the  right  word.  After  all,  she's  certainly  not  complaining.  Miyke  is  cute,  and  she's  been  hoping  someone  would  catch  her  under  the  mistletoe.  It's  just  good  luck  that  it  happened  to  be  him.

      ❝My,  my,❞  the  redhead  murmurs,  a  rosy  red  dusting  her  cheeks  as  she  leans  in  closer,  hands  behind  her  back.  ❝Looks  like  we're  under  the  mistletoe...❞

[archived-stories]

[ 📲 sms: ] i hate everyone. but not you. (To the bun-bun.)

[TXT]: You sound anti social babe.

[TXT]: Love you too, Rosemeo. 💖💝💞😘

[vorcotec]

@vocaliist

        “I like your music,” Jane says, “there’s feeling in it.” And because she’s a little nervous, because it’s the first time she’s spoken to Magnolia, because Magnolia’s wearing that red dress, and Jane’s had a drink, and there’s something close about the dimness of the bar, with so few people in it just now, she just keeps talking:

        “I’m not an artist. But I think you can tell when art is bad. It’s not that hard, if you know there isn’t... A heart to it. There’s heart in you. In your music. I think. Do you--” she clears her throat, blinking, her eyes down. “Do people ask to buy you drinks a lot?”

[royalviciousness]

@vviolet-regicide @gossamertiller @calamitous-talisman @myblackninjaass @thebalancingyiingy @vwogue @voraciousvice @neverdle @brokenlris @redthreshecutioner @godfucker2017 @vocalii2t It has been awvhile since i hawve done one of these greeters.  Anywvays, i am His Imperious Maliciousness, current Emperor of Beforus. State your name or wvhat you would prefer being called, and wvhat brought you here.

[pinkxknifes]

“Don’t worry, I got your back.”

While branching her knife to the upcoming crowd, she turns her head to see the familiar guy she had helped before. Though, she was a little confused as to how he managed to track them down.

“Don't worry, sweetie. I've got this.”

[shecallsbs]

"Sooo...." Miyke tapped his two pointer fingers together, face warm. "Would you... like to go on a date?" (Once feelings bloom and just - yes. XD)

The momentary surprise is nothing compared to the surge of delight she'd had to stifle. She'd run into him enough times to find him almost unbearably interesting; up until today, she hadn't known he felt something similar for her.

So when she caught her own gaze softening, and a smile slipping out from who-knows-where, there was little she could do to fight it- little she wanted to do to fight it.

"Yeah. I'd really like that. Did you have anywhere in mind?"

[fcrgottn]

@vocaliist from here

With a frown, Spinel tugged on her arm where the handcuff had been attached, but with no results. She felt the terror rise inside her, making any logic and all rational thoughts vanish from her brain.

Surely there had to be a way for her to get the handcuffs off in some way or another, but right now her mind was empty, solely thinking about getting the handcuffs off, but unable to think of how to take them off.