A role playing Blog for the Villain Psycho Delic
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frostedaxe asked:
Creep factor of Judge Claude Frollo, The personality of Doctor Facilier and Shere Khan, the charisma of scar and the fierceness Shan yu.
Hmm… All I need is Jafars parrot and I would be the ultimate Disney Villain… I think that is the greatest booster I could get.
will-never-be-a-swan asked:
((probably Jafar :| lol))
I could see this. His heart is after all in the right place.
Anonymous asked:
It's an obscure Disney character, but you remind me of Thailog from "Gargoyles". Scheming, violent, and manipulative, with a thing for kickass ladies created by science.
No one could be closer then that rock chiseled god to myself.
scorched-dragonfly asked:
(( Dr. Facilier ))
While the style of dress is very similar, her really doesn’t have my…. Willingness to do what must be done. I am much closer to the spirits themselves in that film.
nobody will do this for me LOL
DISNEY NUTS, GO GO GO!
(Source: aladdinsfuturewife, via will-never-be-a-swan)
She winces with the pain but is grateful for it being over. She curled into a ball and whined as she rolled over onto her side. She didn’t know if he was the cuddling type, probably not if she thought about it. She was going to try anyways. She wriggled closer to him and nestled her head against his chest.
“Guess even when a partner is willing….you still need to inflict pain, eh, Mista Psycho?”
Psycho holds her close. “That isn’t true at all my dear. I did tell you not to fight back didn’t I? You hurt yourself.” He sighs happily holding this woman close to him.
It seemed he found someone he could actually care about. That seemed very strange to him. Unnerving even. He did not like the idea of someone else mattering to him beyond how he wished to kill them.
She yawned and stretched her body out.
“Can I stay here?”
She looked up at him with her black soulless eyes. She brought her hand up and stroked at his cheek. She purred softly.
“Of course my dear. This is as much your home as mine if you wish it. I want you to be happy here.” He bends to kiss her one the forehead and lays back.
“Let us sleep now my dear. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”
She pulls away slightly and pulls at the sheets. She climbed underneath and looks at Psycho, expecting him to climb in after her. She wondered where this relationship would end up taking them.
“Lots of death and lots of chaos.”
He does and pulls her close to him. “This world is going to be truly wonderful when we are done…” It does not take long now for Psycho to fall asleep.
She winces with the pain but is grateful for it being over. She curled into a ball and whined as she rolled over onto her side. She didn’t know if he was the cuddling type, probably not if she thought about it. She was going to try anyways. She wriggled closer to him and nestled her head against his chest.
“Guess even when a partner is willing….you still need to inflict pain, eh, Mista Psycho?”
Psycho holds her close. “That isn’t true at all my dear. I did tell you not to fight back didn’t I? You hurt yourself.” He sighs happily holding this woman close to him.
It seemed he found someone he could actually care about. That seemed very strange to him. Unnerving even. He did not like the idea of someone else mattering to him beyond how he wished to kill them.
She yawned and stretched her body out.
“Can I stay here?”
She looked up at him with her black soulless eyes. She brought her hand up and stroked at his cheek. She purred softly.
“Of course my dear. This is as much your home as mine if you wish it. I want you to be happy here.” He bends to kiss her one the forehead and lays back.
“Let us sleep now my dear. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”
Jethro leads his lovely new associate through a few alleys before getting to the one he’s looking for. Her there are a group of fifteen strung out men. Jethro walks towards the men and turns to face Wendalyn, “My dear, I’m afraid I’ve lied to you. I was never “cured” by Wayne. Also, I intend to now use you as a guinea pig of sorts. You see, these fine men here are sadly all drug addicts. I am the maker of their drug of choice, which I have chosen to name “Osborne.”
“These men and I also have a little deal. One free kilo to whomever can bring me a dead Super. Sounds like fun doesn’t it?”
With a snap of his fingers, the men lunge for the woman and her dog.
[Seems somethings didn’t change from dimension to dimension, someone that creepy looking could almost never rise above it or being a villain.] Sounds like loads of fun. I’ve been needing a way to vent since I arrived and this is perfect. [She adopts a loose fighting stance as the group comes for them.] Fakk 2, kill.
*Snarling, the large mastiff-type dog throws herself at the nearest person, going for the throat.*
[Wendalyn easily slaps the first wave of men away as she keeps part of her attention on Fakk 2 and ‘Jethro’ for different safety reasons.]
With three men flying backwards and another getting it’s throat ripped out, the rest of the addicts balk at the idea of attacking the woman. Jethro sighs and pulls out a bag filled with tennis ball sized purple capsules.
“Boys I think she might just be a bit much for you. How about a fix before round two?” He tosses one the each addict still standing who promptly crack it open and inhale the cloud of smoke.
The change is immediate. The men start to twitch at first, their muscles pulsing with new strength. Suddenly they turn with a new fire in their eyes. Their movements become more bestial when they attack now, each mucj faster and stronger then before.
Fakk 2, run. [Wendalyn’s not about to let her dog get mauled by these freaks, nor is she going to let the mastiff ingest whatever is currently running through their veins.]
*She hesitates, still standing over her kill, not wanting to leave her mistress.*
[Firing a laser blast between Fakk 2’s front paws quickly, before she turns her attention back to the oncoming druggies. The first one within arm’s reach receive a bone crunching punch to the chest. Whether it’s a fatal blow or merely a debilitating one, she hardly cares. They are ruined permanently anyway.]
*With a startled yelp, she takes off running away from the fight.*
The thug hits the wall with a sickening crunch. He doesn’t move for a moment, then tries to reach out. It appears his spine has been broken, yet he stills tries to continue his attack.
Two of the men see the dog run and start to go after her until Jethro yells, “The dog isn’t a super idiots! Kill the woman!” With that they turn and all focus on Wendalyn. Suddenly the remainding group all rush in at once.
“Well my dear, the fun isn’t over yet….”
Psycho lifts Sinner’s legs up high by grabbing her from the back of her knees. He pulls them to almost touching her shoulders to reveal his next target. Slowly he begins to enter her again, but this time aiming for a much tighter hole.
The cyborg’s eyes widen when she realizes where he is going next. She closes them tightly letting out a pained sound. She starts to pull away not liking where this was going.
“No! NO! NO!”
She doubt this would go over well with him. But she was not comfortable in the least with letting him do that. Especially with no lube.
“Shh, don’t fight it. That will just make things worse. It’s much better if you relax for this one.”
Holding her pinned down he enters her with the tip of his member. Psycho is not worried about whether it will fit or not. He knows as long as he pushes hard enough it’ll make it.
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She cries out, not in pleasure by any means. She grits her teeth at the penetration and tries her best to relax. She whines, trembling a little. Her fighting instinct taking over. She tries to push against his chest with her legs.
When he feels the resistance, Psycho pushes harder, keeping her pinned, “I said do not fight it dear.” he growls and enters her all the way a little roughly now. If she isn’t willing to play fairly, then neither is he.
She screams now. Going in without lube just wasn’t comfortable or pleasant. She couldn’t help but tense around him. She makes fists with her hands and moves her head to the side. She couldn’t fight him now. It would just make the pain that much worse. She whimpers softly, tears pooling at her eyes.
Between her pain and the added friction, it only takes Psycho a few minutes of hard pounding to finish. He pulls out now, panting heavily and lays down next to her.
“That was amazing my dear…. Truly amazing.”
She winces with the pain but is grateful for it being over. She curled into a ball and whined as she rolled over onto her side. She didn’t know if he was the cuddling type, probably not if she thought about it. She was going to try anyways. She wriggled closer to him and nestled her head against his chest.
“Guess even when a partner is willing….you still need to inflict pain, eh, Mista Psycho?”
Psycho holds her close. “That isn’t true at all my dear. I did tell you not to fight back didn’t I? You hurt yourself.” He sighs happily holding this woman close to him.
It seemed he found someone he could actually care about. That seemed very strange to him. Unnerving even. He did not like the idea of someone else mattering to him beyond how he wished to kill them.
Jethro leads his lovely new associate through a few alleys before getting to the one he’s looking for. Her there are a group of fifteen strung out men. Jethro walks towards the men and turns to face Wendalyn, “My dear, I’m afraid I’ve lied to you. I was never “cured” by Wayne. Also, I intend to now use you as a guinea pig of sorts. You see, these fine men here are sadly all drug addicts. I am the maker of their drug of choice, which I have chosen to name “Osborne.”
“These men and I also have a little deal. One free kilo to whomever can bring me a dead Super. Sounds like fun doesn’t it?”
With a snap of his fingers, the men lunge for the woman and her dog.
[Seems somethings didn’t change from dimension to dimension, someone that creepy looking could almost never rise above it or being a villain.] Sounds like loads of fun. I’ve been needing a way to vent since I arrived and this is perfect. [She adopts a loose fighting stance as the group comes for them.] Fakk 2, kill.
*Snarling, the large mastiff-type dog throws herself at the nearest person, going for the throat.*
[Wendalyn easily slaps the first wave of men away as she keeps part of her attention on Fakk 2 and ‘Jethro’ for different safety reasons.]
With three men flying backwards and another getting it’s throat ripped out, the rest of the addicts balk at the idea of attacking the woman. Jethro sighs and pulls out a bag filled with tennis ball sized purple capsules.
“Boys I think she might just be a bit much for you. How about a fix before round two?” He tosses one the each addict still standing who promptly crack it open and inhale the cloud of smoke.
The change is immediate. The men start to twitch at first, their muscles pulsing with new strength. Suddenly they turn with a new fire in their eyes. Their movements become more bestial when they attack now, each mucj faster and stronger then before.
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