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[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒prompt ┊sitting on lap ┊inbox ┊answered ✧･﹒

@helluvaflames sent : [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap. (From Stolas)

Of course, there were barely any seats available. By sheer luck, Vassago managed to grab one, shifting slightly to make sure it was claimed as his own. Before he even realized it, someone settled onto his lap — his companion, Stolas.

"Stolas, querida, getting comfortable, I see," he chirped softly, a playful note in his voice. arms lightly wrapping his around waist

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒prompt ┊sitting on lap ┊inbox ┊answered ✧･﹒sent by @hellsmayflower

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

it wasn’t that Vassago didn’t know how to put on makeup—he simply didn’t care much for it. But he wasn’t about to stop May, who had so casually seated herself on his lap to work on his face. it was some silly party he was invited too which he could nevbr decline

He remained still, closing his eyes and giggling softly. “I wonder if you’re going to make me bonito or tonto,” he chirped playfully, his arm resting lightly on her shoulder.

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒prompt ┊sitting on lap ┊inbox ┊answered ✧･﹒sent @mothvalentino

[ STUMBLE ] sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.

It all happened in a matter of seconds, though it felt like slow motion. Settling himself on a cozy couch, he relaxed—a rare moment of leisure. He wasn’t usually here for pleasure, but it was enjoyable to watch others dance, drink, and mingle. Vassago particularly loved watching talented performers work the pole; it was exhilarating.

Lost in the alcohol and the rhythm of the music, he was caught off guard when his red eyes widened at the sudden sensation of someone falling on top of him.

Instinctively, he held the other close, making sure they didn’t fall off. "¿Estás bien?" he asked in Spanish, the words slipping out naturally. Catching himself, he quickly corrected, "Lo siento, I meant, are you okay?"

A habitual switch between languages, his hand moved lightly to their shoulder as he offered a small smile. "It must be fate that you’ve fallen into my lap," he joked softly, his tone laced with playful charm. "Vassago, and who might the lovely moth be?"

[usagoos]

"Wow. Um. Pardon for the cliche but,hello pretty parrot."

It wasn’t often that Vassago was called a pretty parrot. He paused in his tracks, glancing over at the other with a hint of surprise.

"I—gracias. I don’t find it cliché!" he replied, his tone sincere. "Hello, and you are?" he added, offering a soft gesture of respect as he bowed his head lightly.

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒✷ ┊ meme ┊ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ┊@strikers-saloon sent:

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage.

The parrot demon's back was hurting far too much. Lying on the massage table, he waited for his masseur to return after stepping out. With his eyes closed, Vassago was slowly drifting off to sleep, his head resting on his arms. He was covered by nothing but a towel around his waist.

Humming softly to himself, he heard the door slowly open. He lifted his head slightly before letting it fall back down, closing his eyes again.

"¡Oh, por fin! Vamos a conseguir este masaje, mi espalda me duele," he murmured.

He heard the other person approaching, the sound of a stool being dragged across the floor. It was odd, but he didn’t mind — as long as he got his back massaged.

“Would you like me to remove my towel?” he asked casually. It was standard for him to lie naked on the table; he was comfortable with his body and didn’t mind in the slightest.

[usagoos]

✧･﹒prompt ┊starry night solstice┊inbox ┊Accepting┊@hellsmayflower sent: ✧ ･﹒

"Don't even think of sneaking off without dancing with me first!"

A small chirp escaped him as he paused momentarily, almost distracted by the noise. Chuckling softly, he turned to see the human girl.

“Oh, querida, I would never sneak off,” he said, though it wasn’t entirely true. Taking her hand, he added, "Nunca me perdería un baile contigo, amiga mía." With a playful smile, he guided her to the dance floor as the music shifted to a slow tune.

“Now, follow my lead,” he instructed, shapeshifting to match her height. Slowly, he began moving to the rhythm, enjoying the moment far more than he cared to admit.

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒prompt ┊sitting on lap ┊inbox ┊answered ✧･﹒sent by @paymons

[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.

It was unexpected—shocking, even. It was unlike the king to settle himself on his lap. Unsure if he was allowed to touch Paimon, he hesitated, his arms hovering awkwardly in the air.

“Mi rey?” he spoke softly, before finally giving in and gently petting the head resting on his lap. A soft smile curled on his lips.

“is something annoying you? or just tired, my king ” he mused, his voice gentle and teasing. he chuckled softly thinking its rather cute that his king was laying on his lap

[usagoos]

✧･﹒prompt ┊starry night solstice┊inbox ┊Accepting┊@prince-sytry sent: ✧ ･﹒

"I almost didn't make it, but now I'm glad I did!"

“Prince Sitri!” the parrot demon exclaimed, raising his arms in a cheering motion as he jumped with joy. Sitri was a dear friend, someone he genuinely cared for.

“I am so happy you made it!” he said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and chirping happily. “Are you happy to see me? Is that why you’re glad you made it?!” he teased with a playful grin. " ¡Me alegro de verte! ¡Tenemos que tomar algo! "

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒unprompted┊inbox ┊answered for @bittcnneck (lucifer) ✧･﹒

"Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay." He's an awkward man

Vassago leaned down to meet Lucifer's height, wrapping his arms around the smaller frame. “Yes, let’s hug it out—unless you’d prefer to do something else,” he mused chirping senually, his beak softly preening the top of Lucifer’s head.

[usagoos]

"¡oh una fiesta ! i woudlnt miss it for the world !"

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒✷ MEME 🚢 @contractfee ･﹒

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( we can start slow and feel for thems! )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i love me a good ship and I LOVE , a good hate ship and vassago is usually a cheery person but he can also be hateful eventaully he will get over it hehe

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒unprompted┊sinday┊inbox ┊answered ✧･﹒

from @botanikos : ❝ You have the most remarkable colorations and energy, Vassago~! Tell me, is that energy matched in bed as well? I bet you have such a sweet and delicious voice when caught in the throes of pleasure. . . ❞ His query was, perhaps, a bit forward. But he would pay a pretty price to see the other's feathers ruffle even for a fraction of a second.

A small smile curled around his beak, a strange tingling sensation spreading along his back as the words rippled through him.

"Stolas..." he murmured, his breath catching in his throat. The forwardness was unexpected, yet thrilling, and he felt his feathers ruffle in response.

"Querida, I think the only way to find out is to play with me," he chirped softly, approaching with a mischievous grin.

"And I bet the little owlet himself makes some hermoso sounds. ¿Quieres jugar, Stolas? I want to hear you scream."

[usagoos]

･﹒prompt ┊starry night solstice┊inbox ┊Accepting┊@flamesignite sent: ✧ ･﹒

"Have you seen the stars yet?"

His head perked up as he looked over his shoulder. “Roy!” he chirped softly, moving to meet the flaming man. The parrot demon smiled warmly. “I haven’t! Not yet! I’ve been drinking,” he mumbled softly, clearly tipsy, a soft chuckle escaping him. “¿Quieres ver las estrellas conmigo?” he added gently, switching to Spanish.

[usagoos]

✧･﹒unprompted ┊sinmas !┊inbox ┊Accepting┊@prince-sytry sent: ✧ ･﹒

A little box from Sitri Merry Sinsmas, Vas!! Thought you'd like this! If you don't, give it back - I'll eat it for you!

Vassago was shocked as he looked at the gift. “For me?” he asked, his red eyes scanning the package. A smile spread across his face.

“¡Feliz Navidad, Sitri! Thank you! I didn’t get you anything!” he admitted, playfully pushing the feline. “Here, let’s eat it together!” he chirped happily, excitement evident in his tone.

[usagoos]

✧･﹒prompt ┊starry night solstice┊inbox ┊Accepting┊@starsaught sent: ✧ ･﹒

"It's nice to feel like you're a part of something."

Vassago’s head turned toward the voice, a smile spreading across his beak. “¡Sí! It’s amazing it feels like we are something ,” he mused softly, approaching the owlet princess. " and Baila, canta y bebe. and watch the beautiful star! "

“Are you having fun, Via? Have you danced? Watched the stars?” he asked, his tone light and playful. Grabbing her hands gently, he made a playful shaking motion, attempting to dance. With a chuckle, he spun her around, laughter bubbling up as he enjoyed the moment.

[usagoos]

ㄑ✧･﹒prompt ┊sitting on lap ┊inbox ┊@a-hell-of-a-time sent✧･﹒

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

Vassago was minding his own business; the meeting was taking longer than expected. Leaning back against his chair, he tapped his pen against his head, waiting for it to finally end. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the "Ice Queen" inching closer, slowly invading his space.

The moment he stood up and boldly sat on his lap, his irritation flared. Annoyance and discomfort were written all over his face.

"Puta estúpida," he mumbled under his breath before tapping the pen on Andrealphus. "Can’t you see I’m sitting here?"