#kakodaimones

[the-smallest-star]

//Idea from @kakodaimones

[infernal-matriarch]

The face of a woman who just sold the entirety of US government secrets with zero hesitation.

[salutcle]

The television demon glanced from the suit jacket to the princess and back. It's extremely good quality material, working this long with a fashion designer gives him enough insight to conclude that from looking at it, but there's something a bit more... striking about the garment. His eyes return to the princess again. Yep, it's definitely too small.

✧˚ · . 𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 .

𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚  to  herself  as  she  looked  at  herself  in  the  mirror,  not  entirely  paying  much  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  to  the  company  with  her.  she  had  a  jacket  𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝  to  her  current  size,  but  she  must  have  accidentally  grabbed  her  𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬  old  jacket  in  her  closet.

𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗠  her  jacket,  she  tries  to  make  due  with  what  she  had... 

❝ it  doesn't  look  𝐭𝐨𝐨  𝐛𝐚𝐝  ...  right  ? ❞ 

[hcppyhotel]

her husband is… acceptable.

[hellshoard]

@kakodaimones

"My, it's been a while, dear." The doe gave the other a sharp grin, pink hues glowing faintly as she stared up at the slightly taller demon.

[cherryfused]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHE’S TROUBLE THE MOMENT THE HANDLE TURNS —ㅤCherry slides into Vox’s office with the ease of a spark crawling toward dynamite; she doesn’t knock, for that’d imply respect or fear & she’s never been particularly good at pretending she has either. White boots click soft against the sleek flooring, leaving faint prints of ash & glitter from whatever rooftop detonation she crawled off just hours ago. She doesn’t apologize for the mess; doesn’t even acknowledge it. Her entrance is casual but curated; she knows how she looks right now, a little winded & burnt, eyeliner streaking, lipstick smudged, the strap of her top off-center enough to invite questions she doesn’t intend to answer. Cherry’s always known how to weaponize timing & posture; it’s a part of her that never quite died with her wings, & for this, she’s a little thankful. The room barely has time to register her presence before confidence fills it like perfume; lazy steps carrying her past the hum of monitors, her gaze dragging over Vox’s world of wires & ego-laced screens...

It’s an aesthetic she enjoys [ dangerous, excessive & most important of all, easy to ignite ] & instead of sitting in the chair across from his desk, Cherry props herself on the it, right on top of his documents, as if toying with the fuse of a firework ( — unsure if she’ll let it sparkle or explode in his face, ) Her legs cross slowly, pale digits wander over the edge of his face monitor like it’s something delicate, “You know,” she purrs, not quite looking at him yet, “for a guy who spends all his time broadcasting, you sure don’t get visited enough, do you?” The smile she throws his way is equal parts bait & challenge: sharp, interested, & daring. There’s a gleam in her eye that suggests she came here for more than just flirtation, but she’s not about to lead with honesty… not yet, “So... Bossman. Got time for a little post-shift entertainment?” she asks, voice light, sugar-laced, too knowing to be dismissed. Cherry’s here to play the long game, & this? This is just the first move, ( whatever she can do to help Angel… )ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤ@kakodaimonesㅤLIT THE FUSE

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

@kakodaimones ; "sHe DoEsNt HaVe A wOmB" Mrs. Voss didn't raise a quitter

[protovoxxed]

word association game: Option

Word Association Game! | Accepting

"Plans." This one made less sense. If you made a plan, you should have options.

[foundcr]

2) Do others like you? Do you want others to like you? 13) What could make you break your own moral code?  14) Have you ever doubted your own beliefs?

DO   OTHERS   LIKE   YOU?        DO   YOU   WANT   OTHERS   TO   LIKE   YOU?

“    i   don't   like   to   think   about   it,   but   i'm   sure   some   people   like   me!   i   can't   pressure   anyone   to   liking   me,   it's   not   my   place   to   decide   that   for   someone;   but   it   feels   nice   when   you   have   someone   close   you   like   that.    ”

WHAT   COULD   MAKE   YOU   BREAK   YOUR   OWN   MORAL   CODE?

“    there's…   a   lot   that   could,   but   i've   also   seen   a   lot   of   things.   everyone   deserves   a   second   chance,   i   haven't   figured   out   what   could   break   that   moral   code   yet,   but   i   doubt   something   is   gonna   shake   it.

i   hope.    ”

HAVE   YOU   EVER   DOUBTED   YOUR   OWN   BELIEFS?

“    my   dad   tried   to   make   me   think,   for   the   longest   time,   that   i   should've   started   doubting   the   belief   of   sinners   being   redeemed.   for   a   while,   i   really   did,   not   even   just   when   i   was   still   with   him—    but   also   just…   you   know   what?   that's   a   story   for   another   time!   regardless   though,   i   did   doubt   my   belief,   but   not   anymore.    ”

[indulgentnine]

@kakodaimones

"Oh, these are all good contenders, darling! Maybe even to put it to the viewers if we really want to figure a good mark for Thursday, maybe even rival Sinday or Ass-Smacking Monday. Might need some testing and surveys."

[rootforevil]

What do you get the woman who seems to have everything? Clothing, jewelry, perfume... all fine things, the television demon will never diminish the joy of commodities, but he already anticipated the way they would be perceived as mere trinkets. For someone of more discerning tastes, it would have to be something of a higher quality. And so, to Roo, he gives a 32 x 27.5" reproduction of Peter Paul Reubens's Prometheus Bound, framed in polished applewood.

" 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 [ 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 ] 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴. " a hand rests at the corner of the frame, sliding against the polished wood and pausing dead centre. there's no effort, for the painting held no weight for her. familiar she is with trees turned to lumber. the gift is treated with as much sentiment it brings as something new to admire. tossed up and then balanced in yet, another single hand resting upon her palm. her hips sway to one side upon further examination, fingers placed against her waist as she takes in the exquisite depiction of eternal punishment.

" 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑳𝒀. 𝙰𝙽 ( 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ) 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴. " fingers brush beneath the frame as Roo turns, and the frame drops without its support. but gravity is an unusual thing in uncanny places or rather, in the vicinity of those who have walked primordial plains. as if an invisible force holds the painting aloft for a beat before it falls and lands hard against concrete, crevices forming on stone and the splintering of polished applewood right at home in a lovely little corner of the frame. " 𝑨𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮. "

ＭＯＶＥＭＥＮＴ + . : 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺? the painting falls flat and a heel moves to place itself on its backside. fire red eyes meeting the gaze of the television. a pretty head tilts as the woman asks a simple question. " 𝚂𝙾, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽? " perhaps a drink. maybe enough to kill a machine because, oh, honey, you should've gotten her the ( ＲＥＡＬ) thing.

[the-smallest-star]

//He's not sure how to feel about this @kakodaimones

[infernal-matriarch]

@kakodaimones said: "There's an art to advertising I wouldn't expect the Radio Demon to understand. It's good that you've decided to seek the help of an expert in this case." Vox's claws rest on Charlie's shoulder, leading her over towards the director's chair already emblazoned with her name as the various Voxtek employees are already swarming over the hotel, setting up cameras, lighting, and sound equipment and caking any hotel inhabitants that they find with make-up. "The product is irrelevant. We're going to sell them an abstract feeling, a sense of self-worth they don't know how to get otherwise."

"Well, we're just glad you're interested in my project! I was a biiit afraid you might have some reservations since the uh, interview...incident." Charlie laughed awkwardly, running a hand up and down her arm. Though she didn't regret giving Katie Killjoy what she rightfully deserved.

Charlie beamed when she saw the director's chair. Her chair! She bit back an excited squeal as she lowered herself into the seat. This was going to bring in more residents! She just knew it!

She summoned a stack of papers with colorful pictures--all drawn by herself!--and set it on her lap. "Oh, don't worry! I already have plenty of ideas to do just that. All right here!" She exclaimed, patting the stack of her drawings.

[salutcle]

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒  how  long  it  will  be  until  she  sees  𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹  again…

[hcppyhotel]

anyone else a fan of gone girl? peak voxwys

[floraprin]

@kakodaimones sent ;; "...you missed a spot." The television demon smiles as he says this, eyes darting back up from the summoning circle he seemed to have been staring at listlessly since the moment he first manifested. Hands clasped behind his back, he doesn't elaborate on this apparent mistake, nor does he give any indication that he's going to immediately take advantage of it, considering how still he remains. Instead, he silently watches Ara, neck craned down to properly look at her.

there's  a  look  of  frustration  that  can  be  spotted  on  her  expression  through  the  vanity  mirror...  though  she  had  a  new  companion,  that  didn't  mean  her  morning  routine  changed.  ara  takes  the  moisturizer  and  begins  to  reapply  it  on  the  skin.  a  slight  sigh  as  she  takes  a  glance  at  him.  ❝ i  didn't  take  you  as  someone  so  particular...  ❞  but  perhaps  ara  should  be  more  grateful  to  vox's  trained  eye.  after  all,  her  own  appearance  was  pretty  important  to  her.  still,  his  attitude  was  less  than  pleasing.  perhaps  she  shouldn't  have  expected  as  much  from  a  demon...

❝ anything  else  ?  ❞