[ At some point, he has managed to ditch his name tag in favor of one that reads FUCK YOU. It’s his emotional support humor, he needs it. ]
It’s like the love child of Santa and Butterball threw up all over the place. Speaking of..
[ Never one to compromise on his integrity, or backpedal when the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan, he slides up to the nearest singer with five bucks held between his fingers. ]
Do you take requests? Five bucks and my undying loyalty to the first person who belts out Mariah Carey for the people in the back. It doesn’t have to be good, but it has to be loud.
[ He’s been here for less than two minutes, and is already doing a fantastic job at pissing people off. ]
(B) Hell Level —ICE to meet you!
.. how the fuck is a shrunken head going to help me here?
[ He is not dazzling the crowd with his best Nancy Kerrigan impression (he can do a mean Tonya Harding though), but he is on the outside of the rink dealing with the most frustrating creature he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. Which says a lot, when he’s been bunk mates with Blade (who snores) and Danica’s purse dog. No, he has not had all his shots. ]
Look, I have neither the time nor the crayons necessary to explain this to you. Point me in the direction of the corn-eating, egomaniacal chucklefuck who set me up with these—
[ He jerks a finger towards his mouth, where his teeth do be looking pretty vampiric this afternoon. ]
And I’ll put in a good word for you with corporate. [ He will not. ]
(C) Heaven Level Wildcard nsfw pics, there be (funny) dicks [ When in Rome—
Hannibal is moseying around on the beach, making sure his time is well spent to atone for all of the terrible shit he’s done in his life. Just kidding. He is the source of an inappropriate snow angel at the far end of the beach, and there is an equally inappropriate set of footdickprints leading several yards away.
Anyone who humors him and partakes in his Where’s Waldo shenanigans by following them will be met by a man who is reenacting a famous scene from one of the biggest blockbusters on the planet. Hannibal is stretched out across the sand on a towel. ]
I see you followed the Yellow Dick road. Fan of the classics?
If you thought the silence was awkward, just wait until I get started. If you’re gonna paint me like one of your French girls, you should know that direct eye contact is my kryptonite and my safe word is Meatloaf.
(ooc Ya boi here looks incredibly normal for a new arrival, sans the sharp canines, but is actually werewolf coded. I am not an artist, and I’m also not going to subject you to wolfish AI Ryan Reynolds. )
Hannibal King | Blade Trinity | Hellbound (probably)
[ At some point, he has managed to ditch his name tag in favor of one that reads FUCK YOU. It’s his emotional support humor, he needs it. ]
It’s like the love child of Santa and Butterball threw up all over the place. Speaking of..
[ Never one to compromise on his integrity, or backpedal when the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan, he slides up to the nearest singer with five bucks held between his fingers. ]
Do you take requests? Five bucks and my undying loyalty to the first person who belts out Mariah Carey for the people in the back. It doesn’t have to be good, but it has to be loud.
[ He’s been here for less than two minutes, and is already doing a fantastic job at pissing people off. ]
(B) Hell Level — ICE to meet you!
.. how the fuck is a shrunken head going to help me here?
[ He is not dazzling the crowd with his best Nancy Kerrigan impression (he can do a mean Tonya Harding though), but he is on the outside of the rink dealing with the most frustrating creature he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. Which says a lot, when he’s been bunk mates with Blade (who snores) and Danica’s purse dog. No, he has not had all his shots. ]
Look, I have neither the time nor the crayons necessary to explain this to you. Point me in the direction of the corn-eating, egomaniacal chucklefuck who set me up with these—
[ He jerks a finger towards his mouth, where his teeth do be looking pretty vampiric this afternoon. ]
And I’ll put in a good word for you with corporate. [ He will not. ]
(C) Heaven Level Wildcard nsfw pics, there be (funny) dicks
[ When in Rome—
Hannibal is moseying around on the beach, making sure his time is well spent to atone for all of the terrible shit he’s done in his life. Just kidding. He is the source of an inappropriate snow angel at the far end of the beach, and there is an equally inappropriate set of
footdickprints leading several yards away.Anyone who humors him and partakes in his Where’s Waldo shenanigans by following them will be met by a man who is reenacting a famous scene from one of the biggest blockbusters on the planet. Hannibal is stretched out across the sand on a towel. ]
I see you followed the Yellow Dick road. Fan of the classics?
If you thought the silence was awkward, just wait until I get started. If you’re gonna paint me like one of your French girls, you should know that direct eye contact is my kryptonite and my safe word is Meatloaf.
( ooc Ya boi here looks incredibly normal for a new arrival, sans the sharp canines, but is actually werewolf coded. I am not an artist, and I’m also not going to subject you to wolfish AI Ryan Reynolds. )