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@the-devils-the-details
Are you gay for King Dice? ;)
“Gay for King Dice? Ha, I’d be veeeeery happy for him, if he didn’t fail at nabbing that cup’s soul so UTTERLY! As it stands it’d take a miracle for me to let him get ANYWHERE close to my whole organization again!”
……seems like a communication error is at play here.
the-devils-the-details:
He kept hugging onto his trident defensively, frowning at the persistent little devil (with a lower case d, of course.)
“I won’t just GIVE AWAY my trident! I’ve had this thing since…Erm…hmm…ever, give or take most of eternity. And it’s not like I need money, we print half of it down here anyways.”
Before he continues, he has a sudden thought. Sure, he would never dare to simply give away his trident, buuuut…maybe it would be worth his time to let Bendy borrow it? His defensive stance changes and he switches to simply holding the trident and starts grinning widely.
“Of course, I don’t see why we couldn’t come to some sort of, heh, arrangement. I might be willing to let you borrow my trident-pending an iron clad contract to make sure you don’t try to just run off with it without giving it back sooner rather than later, and a few fun punishments if you break it-if you’d be willing to perform a favor or two for me in exchange. Why, that’s a rather fair deal if I say so myself.”
Huh. Interesting. A simple favor? There’s nothing the Literal Actual Devil could ask him that he wouldn’t do. After all that sacrificing and maiming and stuff, anything would be a breeze. And he’d get a sick trident to brag about for a few days. That sounds like a win-win situation.
“…ya took me for a chump, bucko?”
Of course, if we don’t put in consideration Bendy’s exaggerated ego. He’s not the kind of person who signs contracts. He makes them.
“Ya think good ol’ me has nothin’ but ink in this adorable little head? C’mon, man, you’re the Devil! I know how it works, best case scenario I’m gonna be forced to become yer puppet for a while, ‘n all for a fork I can’t even keep? Look at ya! Who would trust someone as ugly and mean as ya? Some thick headed buffoon, that’s for sure, ‘n Bendy th’ Dancing Demon ain’t no buffoon, nossir!”
“UGLY?!”
As the Devil tightened his fists his fur turned a blood red and fire surrounded him, roaring into the sky. The anger was VERY palpable.
“Mean, yes, always! But ugly?! How dare you-“
But he stopped before he finished, taking deep breaths and returning to normal, outside of a few remaining fires he patted out.
“My dear…what was it…Bendy! I would never dream of making you a puppet. No, I simply want to come to a mutually profitable arrangement! You said you wanted my trident for your, uh, shows, yes? So, you must be a performer! Weeeeell, I’ve had a performer on my pay roll before-“ ignoring the fact that he fired him, of course. “-and I can tell you how wonderful a little help from the Devil himself can be. Don’t you think THIS would be useful?”
Looking at one of the rocks Bendy threw at him earlier, he fired off a blast of magic from his trident at it. Two little pie cut eyes opened up and the stone sprouted rubber hose arms and legs. Aw, look, it’s doing a little jig! Once he fires at it again it returns to being inanimate.
“Tada! Now, don’t you think it would be in your best interests for us to be fr…free…friend..friends? That-That is the word people use right?”
(ooc for this, can you put up a link to your rules? I'm interested in some interactions!)
((There should be a link to the rules alongside the asks and submissions and whatnot. Unless you’re on mobile, in which case https://the-devils-the-details.tumblr.com/rules here ya go
I’ll probably put up a mobile friendly pinned post soonish since I know mobile can be a pain regarding that kinda stuff))
I’ve had and have several ask/RP blogs before, but I’m still relatively new at this whole thing, so be patient with me please! The mun is 18
the-devils-the-details:
This time the Devil sees the rock coming and is able to duck under it. He growls, standing up from his throne and taking a step forward, tapping his trident dramatically on the ground while frowning down at Bendy.
“Right, well Bendy, I don’t recall any dancing demon, but if I ever need help from someone clinically irritating I’ll give you a call. Now, I’m feeling rather generous, so why don’t you scram before you make me-“
Then the second part of what he said hit him and he hugged the trident close to himself, now looking offended along with irritated.
“My fork? I’ll have you know this is not a fork! This is a trident! MY trident! It’s one of a kind, one of the Underworld’s greatest treasures-granted, we don’t have many of those but still, a FORK?! Hmph!”
Cue a long, loud raspberry.
“Trident, fork, same thing! It looks nice ‘n would be GREAT for my next show, that’s for sure! ‘N I can bet it would be incredibly fun at parties! Somehow. I still need to decide how to use it, really.”
Talking as if he already owned that thing.
“C’mon, pal! Ya can get another one for sure, wit’ that ugly mug o’ yours stealin’ it from someone won’t be a problem! Orrr maybe ya wanna get some cash? I’ll have ya know I’m kind of a celebrity ‘round here, just name a price ‘n I can get ya somethin0 nice!”
Well, the rocks sure didn’t work, sooo. He made himself known, he was noticed, maybe he could get what he wanted with his charisma.
He kept hugging onto his trident defensively, frowning at the persistent little devil (with a lower case d, of course.)
“I won’t just GIVE AWAY my trident! I’ve had this thing since…Erm…hmm…ever, give or take most of eternity. And it’s not like I need money, we print half of it down here anyways.”
Before he continues, he has a sudden thought. Sure, he would never dare to simply give away his trident, buuuut…maybe it would be worth his time to let Bendy borrow it? His defensive stance changes and he switches to simply holding the trident and starts grinning widely.
“Of course, I don’t see why we couldn’t come to some sort of, heh, arrangement. I might be willing to let you borrow my trident-pending an iron clad contract to make sure you don’t try to just run off with it without giving it back sooner rather than later, and a few fun punishments if you break it-if you’d be willing to perform a favor or two for me in exchange. Why, that’s a rather fair deal if I say so myself.”
((This blog now has a headcanons page! It’ll probably be added to and tweaked over time but for now go give it a read if you want.
Is it too early in the show and with too little information about the character to start making headcanons? Maybe, but isn’t that basically just the norm for RP blogs?))
Is it true hell has rings? If so which is your favourite?
“Rings? Oh, wait, you mean the circles, don’t you?. Well, we used to have them, but that was back when we still called it Hell-we changed it to the Underworld for marketing reasons, you’d be surprised how many more people are willing to give you their soul when they think they’re going to the Underworld instead of Hell!” He chuckled at the thought.
“But I digresssss, we have different departments now instead of those old fashioned circles, one for gluttony, one for envy, etcetera etcetera. It saves soooo much space, especially where the old tip top circles used to be-more room to use for aaaaall of the wondrously evil schemes I come up with and my underlings carry out.
As for which is my favorite? I’ve always been fond of the pride department. Watching all those fops and fools who used to think they were better than everyone else get put through the ringer is a beauuuuutiful sight, especially knowing that I am so much better than them!”
The Devil was, rather unsurprisingly, a very prideful fellow. That meant he always desired and felt that he deserved the absolute best for himself, at all times. So to have your establishment be one of the Devil’s favorites was a badge of high honor and an indicator of skill in the Underworld. Such was the case for the Devil’s favorite barbershop.
The place was entirely empty save the Devil and his barber, as nobody wanted to have to make their known-to-be-temperamental boss wait on them.
The Devil closed his eyes and leaned back and relaxed in his chair-which, considering the amount of fur he had, also had the convenient feature of reclining into a table to allow him to lean back and move his body around to get the rest of it cut.
“Just a trim today, simply want to make sure I stay groomed you know.”
The barber nodded, and the Devil heard him grabbing his supplies. He waited for the usual process to begin….then realized he was no longer sitting but instead standing, and that the sounds of supply grabbing had stopped.
“Ugh, what exactly is the hold-up? And why did you-“
He opened his eyes and glared angrily, irate and ready to berate…till he realized he wasn’t in the barbershop anymore. Looking around, he could see all the hallmarks…of a ritual.
Oh great, looks like he’s been summoned.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, he summoned his trident into his hand with a puff of smoke, and looked at his summoner.
“Wonderful. Listen, whoever you are, I’ve got a very busy day ahead of me-“ He said, sincerely believing a day filled with pampering and enjoying himself counted as busy. “-and you just interrupted a very important appointment. So, let’s make this quick and easy. Who are you, what do you want, and why should I give it to you?”
He placed his hands on his hips, staring at his summoner and waiting for them to respond…
Um, h-hello Old Scratch. I, um…I-I think you’re devilishly handsome. And um…can I get your autograph? (*blushes hard, trying not to squeal*)
“Ohoho, devilishly handsome! Oho, yes oh now that’s clever. And it’s true!”
He’s chuckling and grinning ear to ear, making it very clear he’s enjoying the compliment and the admiration.
“Well, who am I to deny a request from an adoring fan? What name did you use again? Ah, yes yes, Old Scratch, that’ll do quite nicely.”
A piece of blank parchment is summoned in a puff of smoke with a snap of his fingers, and hovers there in midair. With a flourish of his trident he aims the three pronged implement at the parchment and fires a bolt of green energy at the parchment, causing “OLD SCRATCH” to appear in big cursive letters as if they were being written by an invisible ink pen. Once finished, the Devil grabs it out of the air and hands it to the requester.
“And there you are, a one of a kind autograph from the king of the Underworld himself! All your friends will wish they had something so precious, so take pride in it! Heh, get it, pride? Oh, I’m so clever I surprise myself sometimes!”
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[ * bullies u * ]
“Haha, yeah.”
Just. A simple quick shrug, a chuckle, and he proceeded to throw yet another rock, aimed directly at his face. Truth be told? Bendy couldn’t give less of a damn if this guy was Lord Satan Lucifer Himself or just some weird guy in a fursuit.
“Yes, heya, name’s Bendy th’ Dancin’ Demon, how’s it goin’?”
Dear God he has another rock.
“’N I want your fork sir.”
This time the Devil sees the rock coming and is able to duck under it. He growls, standing up from his throne and taking a step forward, tapping his trident dramatically on the ground while frowning down at Bendy.
“Right, well Bendy, I don’t recall any dancing demon, but if I ever need help from someone clinically irritating I’ll give you a call. Now, I’m feeling rather generous, so why don’t you scram before you make me-“
Then the second part of what he said hit him and he hugged the trident close to himself, now looking offended along with irritated.
“My fork? I’ll have you know this is not a fork! This is a trident! MY trident! It’s one of a kind, one of the Underworld’s greatest treasures-granted, we don’t have many of those but still, a FORK?! Hmph!”
Since it's YOUR idea, do you have a plan?
“Oh, well I , uh, hm, I’ll simply..uh..”
The confused expression on his face combined with the various “uh”s and “hm”s suggests he does not have a plan.
“Well, I can’t be expected to do all the work! Why don’t you try to do some thinking sometime?! Honestly, it’s as if people don’t appreciate how hard it is to be this genius!”
So, just wondering, should you start focusing on getting rid of Mugman first? Seems like he's usually the one foiling your plans. Get him out of the way and it'll be easy to get Cuphead's soul!
“That is-“
At first he looks like he’s about to make an angry objection to this comment, but I then he stops and grabs his chin and looks to the side in thought.
“Actually not that bad of an idea…the blue brat seems like he’s the more sensible one, relatively at least, and his wretched ‘brotherly love’ was what helped that disgusting sweater keep zapping me. If I got rid of him, snatching the other ones soul might just be a cinch! Haha! Yes, of course, go after Mugman! I’m a GENIUS!”
Well, congrats anon, you came up with an idea good enough that he’s already decided that he was him who came up with it!
[ @kalamxs ] throws a rock at him, throws a rock at him, throws a rock at him, throws a r
“What in the-“
The definitely and totally fearsome king of the Underworld is smacked right in the head with a rock. He shakes it off and scowls at the perpetrator…only to get hit between the eyes with another one before he can chew them out, and then pelted repeatedly with more and more stones until he finally gets a chance to grab his trident and stop the hostile stones in the air.
“You little imp! Do you have any idea of just WHO I am?! I’m the DEVIL! You don’t-you don’t just throw ROCKS at the DEVIL! Who do you think you are?!”
“Aw, is everybody too intimidated by the big bad devil to give me their little questions? Good!”
Old Scratch, or any of the dozens of other nicknames he’s acquired over the years, reclines in his throne drinking a martini while waiting for asks
“But you should ask them anyways! I don’t bite! Oho, actually I do~. Still, as long as they aren’t incredibly irritating I probably won’t hurt you! ….Possibly won’t. I mean, there’s a chance I won’t-oh just ask me something already!”
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“Weeeeell, what have we here~?
It’s none other than your favorite demonic collector of souls, dashingly fiendish trickster, and lord of ALL that’s nasty! That’s right, it’s THE DEVIL! Live from the Underworld for MY entertainment.
Oh, but I’m sure you’ve already got SO many questions about my wondrous self, and doubtlessly you’ve got LAVISH gifts to prove me. So go ahead, ask your little questions! Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll find your soul worthy to put in my collection.”
