#IC Glamour

[townofcadence]

@gunslinginnhogtyin from x!

Butch felt stupid, to say the least, for falling for such an obvious trap. The moment he thought he heard his friend in danger, he had sprung into action—only to find that it wasn’t his friend at all. In fact, he’s not sure what this thing was… but it sure resembled Artair in a few ways, albeit with a few notable differences that weren’t quite obvious from afar in the dimness of the night. This wasn’t the first time he had been bound by magic and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, so he’s far from fearful—more so AGITATED by this unfortunate turn of events and even more so when the thing begins to taunt him as he’s dragged along off to god knows where. “Shut up.” Butch growls, struggling in his confines yet again despite knowing his attempts are futile. Whatever this thing was, it had some sort of dark aura surrounding it—god, if only his senses were a bit sharper. Perhaps he could recognize what sort of magic this was, or what this being was in general and then he could ponder his escape with what advantages he might have had. Sadly, that had always been his old partners area of expertise. Fuck. The cowboy makes sure to keep an eye on their surroundings, hoping that remembering the location in which they had traversed so far will assist him in some way when making his escape. If he even gets the chance, that is. He’s determined to free himself, he had been in rougher patches before—he’s sure of it! So there was really no need to panic, and he doesn’t… not until dying is mentioned, anyway. His eyes go a little wide and a nervous laugh escapes him, and suddenly he’s much friendlier than he had been on the entire trek here. “Heyyyy now—let’s not talk like that! Heh—“ Butch swallows his disgust before continuing, “U-Uh… this… pretty lil’ thing can do other stuff too, y’know… y’don’t have t’kill me.” He tries, looking from his captor and then around himself as they enter a peculiar tunnel. What the…? Then, he stops and Butch feels the threads binding him dissipate just before being thrown forcefully forward which indeed causes him to stumble, his tail whipping around as he tries to maintain some balance. He nearly trips but manages to catch his footing just in time, shooting a glare at the thing that had nearly knocked him over. That laugh is what really pisses him off… the fact that it sounded like Artair, it disgusted him. Among other feelings, he’s confused as to how and why exactly this is happening. Surely this guy knew Artair, right? It was no coincidence they shared scarily similar physical attributes, right? There was no telling at this point. A growl rumbles in the back of his throat but he has to stop himself from saying anything he’ll regret; he’s in an awfully compromising situation after all. Maybe playing nice was the best course of action. It had gotten him out of many scrapes before. Gritting his teeth, he has to force a smile, scoffing loudly in response to the others mocking,

“Tch! Escape? Th’ fun’s jus’ gettin’ started, ain’t it? Y’brought me alllll th’ way out here,” He gestures around himself with his bound wrists, looking around as well before his eyes land back on Resonance, “…an’ y’want me t’ escape? Let’s have a lil’ fun first! Or ‘least make a game out’f it? C’mon, what d’ya say~?” His tone is playful now, free of any worry. He could put on a little show if it meant waiting for an open opportunity to escape.

That little nervous laugh is a delight. He relishes in the way it scatters from his lips, and the curve of his smile is wider than any smile has ability or right to stretch. Even the groveling is amusing, and it makes his throat rumble with deep-throated laughter. It's when he's almost on the ground from the pull that Resonance levies a grin down at him. His incisors are large and pointed, but even longer than Artair's should be, and both green eyes study him with unabashed amusement. They are unsheathed for effect, but retract once he speaks.

"Other things? are you offering what I think?" Another pull on his chains, forcing Butch closer. Acidic green eyes bore into Butch, his figure looming but in a way that truly highlighted the difference in their size. "That desperate to live?" A hand taps at the bottom of Butch's face, a sharp black nail coming out like a talon on said finger just scratching against the jut beneath his chin. "Bold of you to assume you have anything I could want. Though..... hm." He seems now to think, musing with both arms crossed. The scaled patches are more prolific across their face and skin, and the jut of dark horns are seeming to grow from the grimy, curled waves of their hair like the time-lapse of a plant.

Oh but the offer was tempting, for how much it could hurt.

Still, before he could decide if it was worth the consideration, the little thing has a new proposition. Their eyes lock onto him, and their head tilts almost like Artair's did, but far too far, like it was trying to separate the vertebrae beneath the angle's pressure. "So you want to play a game then? Interesting. I suppose you don't need to die so swift that I can't....enjoy a little entertainment. So..."

He pauses, draws up further somehow-- he's bigger than before, his shirt now a stitching of dirtied rags that hang over his shoulders, with anything below the chest torn to shreds. The scaling is more prominent the further down it went. Where legs should be, a thick, muscular tail coiled, covered in spiny interlocking scales. Those fangs slid out and a long tongue glided over one of them. One arm lifted, dragging Butch off the floor by his arm and the manacle bound to it, several feet in the air to meet a smug gaze.

"...Just what would the little dancing devil like to play at?"

With the question asked, a laugh rumbles forth again, and he's dropped those feet back to the ground. "Go on, hotshot. Enlighten me."

[nabaath-areng]

It's a pity I've put leveling on the burner for now because that means I don't get to see all the cute glams I made for Ieeha

[vintage-tigre]

Sylvie Vartan and Françoise Hardy, 1963

[hollywforever]

[emenjay19]

Sucker for sweets. 🍦

[vyeoh]

What if I make a good omens figure skating au but instead of making them go to the Olympics they're literally just regular skaters at some club in Indiana or something

[fancyschmancyopinions]

ICE SPICE at the 2024 Billboard Women in Music Awards on March 6th 2024 wearing custom WIEDERHOEFT

[shimmering-spoon]

[elexolite]

Date: 12/06/2024 [Zub-Zero of LinKuei]: Random DRK Glam#7 #Cosplay This Glam is apart of the "Gen#2" Collection (FreeTrial Compatible) Follow for more FFXIV Fashion!

[Parts]: +Shiva's Diamond Breaker +Scion Traveler's Hood +Easter Lady Errant's Coat +Metian Gauntlets +Quan +Choka #55

[questintheskies]

Mina Shirakawa: They said we'd be tied together in an Indian Strap match, so I wrapped myself in a rope that's thicker than that one! I've been living with this rope wrapped around me since July 9th.

Mariah May: Mina and I are gonna win, because we're real friends. We do everything together. We live together, we shower together, we go to the bathroom together, we sleep together, we do every…"

Mina Shirakawa: "No. It's secret."

[the-golden-purple-box]

[houseofcatwic]

Ice Capades c 1970s

[nabaath-areng]

Resumed leveling again, which means new glams.

[akirakirxaa]

Welp, that's the end of EW. I'm really sad to see it go, what with most of my favorite characters pretty much guaranteed to be gone and not coming back, but I'm trying to stay positive and if nothing else good gods am I so excited for dual dye channels.

Anyways, I'll be busy writing fanfictions most likely for the next two days, see you when maintenance is done!

[felicity-rose-jones]

Felicity Jones, 2010

[nielgalen]

Ice. with MarleyMar