[IC] What's Attractive about the OC Above?

Yska's gaze flicks over the taller man with interest, taking in his demeanor as well as his physicality. He was pretty, sure, with those violet eyes and the fluffy black of his hair, but there was something about him that drew Yska toward him in a more fundamental way. Yes, in an odd way it was his reticence- the manner of someone who'd lost something, perhaps, or who had travelled through darkness to come out on the other side. Perhaps it was Yska's predatory nature to pay attention to and detect such things. A quiet man, contrary to Yska's own extroversion, who attracted the eldritch abomination as a puzzle attracts active hands. In that way he feels himself drawn to this stranger... drawn to pry him open and see what makes him tick, perhaps. It couldn't end well for anyone.

( v DALLASSSSS cries and sobs. i love him dearly )

And thus, he couldn't help himself from peering at Yska from behind the envious eyes of someone who wanted validation from the entire world. Breakcore. It was striking that someone this attractive would listen to the genre and have heard enough songs to talk about it with him. As far as Dallas was concerned, only rejects listened to that music- the people who smoked in their teens, who did drugs in their young adulthood and who saw the world in a blue lens. People with pretty, feminine, alluring faces like Yska? They spent their time with partners, beloved and cherished. Why was someone pretty like this doing things beneath him? 

Kruz watches his figure that blends in the seams of the crowd, bemused. He looks as if he is desperate to leave or at least be left alone, but his pitiful glances say that he was not just a pushover. Such a tantalizing shade of blue; eyelashes slightly teetering by the ends of unruly browns. But beyond those shallow-like blues looks like a crushing avalanche, waiting to downpour all his burden onto someone else...

...Or he was entirely wrong. Perhaps he was a pushover; in a way that he'd let anyone tell him if he deserves what he gets. Perhaps he is broken. Perhaps all he wants is an embrace. Such a pretty face who seems to hide so much deserves at least that, does it not?

np: i know he doesnt have much atm except the summary, so no need to write anything lengthy! (ARGHHH MOTTOSHI MY FAVE ILYSM..... ;_; NO YOU HAVE A NICE FACE!!!!)

(STOP THIS NOW MOTTOSHI IS SO UGLY UR SO SWEET UR OC IS GORGEOUS)^^

"I will admit I'd feel fine without the whole smoking aspect," Mottoshi began admiring the figure in front of him. "Although it isn't a terrible look on you," he was hesitant on his words but they came out so sincere. "You have a nice face." The angel looked away unable to maintain eye contact saying something like that.

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“I’m not one for company during that time. However, I will make an exception for you just once.”

^ "We're both making exceptions, hm?" BLACKBIRD said, softly laughing, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

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"Now, I don't like angels, no matter how fallen they are," BLACKBIRD started, "But there's something about your... efficiency. I'm not the physical type, I think a particularly motivated toddler could knock me out, but watching you fight- it's intoxicating."

"It's weird, really- usually I prefer something a little less... magical- but I love a professional. Would you mind if I watched you train?"

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v "No offense taken. I'm always staring at everything, after all-" he gestured to his unblinking eyes- "I would be a hypocrite if I were to get mad at you for it."

^ "Ah...how kind, Gōu would have my heads if he ever caught me staring for any longer than a second," he chuckled softly.

Though Jun had never been one to admire others, especially with what had happened the last time, though he couldn't help but observe the BLACKBIRD. Perhaps it was the way he presented himself, maybe the way he spoke to him, he couldn't really tell...and he didn't really care, honestly. It was always hard for others to tell what Jun was thinking with that ever-present smile of his, yet he'd eventually realized he'd been staring - perhaps a bit too long, "Ah...I apologize, won't you forgive me? I hope I haven't made you feel...uncomfortable, it's just that you look quite...lovely."

v "My, my, you flatter me," he laughed quietly, his smile growing wider. Of course, he'd never reveal his true colours, not anytime soon, at least...

warning mild violence

v HELP NOO im thinking of this (spoiler for brain)

"Uhm. That's easy..." Martell shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his neck while he thought of what to say. "Her hands. I don't... I don't like being touched but-" he sighed, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes, almost like he was stalling. He stayed still in his seat for a while, discreetly grabbing his lens cloth to wipe his glasses clean. "I mean, even with the gloves on her touch felt weirdly nice. I could say something about her looks, uh, have you even seen her? But... I don't know. I think it's more about how she acts- her demeanor. She's kind of strange, but she's fascinating, to me at least. Uh..." Martell trailed off, noticing that he had been wiping his glasses obsessively when they didn't need to be clean, fidgeting with them. He briskly stuffed the lens cloth back in his pocket and faced away as he put his glasses back on. "That's- That's enough."

I was somewhat tempted to post CITA but he's a nasty little thing. Although he would be interested in Irene (but would never admit it.)
NP, I know he's oily and greasy and... Soggy, amongst other things, so you can also reply to Lili. 

_{yes please gimme the soggy man thank you very much. stares lovingly}

"'Tis most peculiar," the older woman murmurs in a low yet silky voice, "how such fine, good-looking men tend to end up being the most reserved and unapproachable ones." Her pupils narrow while she observes the man's tall, slim silhouette; it's clearly not the first time she's done so during the past hour. She lets out a soft sigh, leaning back in her seat, her hand cupping her chin. "He's been so awfully quiet the whole evening - tense even; yet there's something rather captivating in the way he's been carrying himself. Is it the vigor to his gestures, perhaps? No, it definitely is the smile. Have you seen the way his lovely face lits up the second he stops restraining himself? I simply find it heartbreaking that he hasn't laughed even once yet, though. I wonder what would it take to help him... ease up a bit." She softly taps her nail on the table; the corners of her mouth move up slightly, forming a mischievous smirk.

NP: if sociopathic grandmas ain't your thing then please feel free to go with the absolute man Arkadiy
vvv OOAWFAWJAJFJH- you're REALLY BLESSING his square looking boomer ass WITH THE MOST GORGEOUS CRIME BOY OUT THERE IM CRYING!!! 😭

^ hehe
looked at arkadiy and could not resist..what a man for reeaal... 

Having been left alone at a party by his dearest fox, Kaoru had been left bored (..and perhaps a bit too drunk, honestly). Oh, so…so bored - at least until his wandering eyes caught sight of a tall, older man, a sly smile grew on his face. What an opportunity - far too grand for him to even consider passing. With such an alluring physique and enchanting features, how could he ever? That little grin of his only widened the more he observed Arkadiy. 

Kaoru's voice was honeyed, sounding almost...ethereal, as he called out to him, "...surely tonight's far too delightful to be spent alone, hm?"

v "My, my, you're far too kind to me, it's...addicting," he purred, his mischevious smile widening. He placed his gloved hands on Aaron's shoulders, leaning in ever so slightly, lessening the gap between them even further. "That...does sound quite enjoyable, hm?"

”You’re pretty we get it, but that’s not exactly what I adore,” Aaron grinned staring right at Kaoru. “You’re terrible. Absolutely horrible. Not everyone may look so nicely upon that but I personally love that in a man,” Aaron pulled on Kaoru’s tie rather harshly bringing him forwards until they were just an inch apart. “Let’s cause some trouble hm? I’d love to see the look on that pretty face of yours as we tear up this world of ours together~”

(KAORU IS GORG DO NOTT PLAY WITH ME)

"You're giving me an impossible task, to say what's attractive about you. It's easier for me to say what's not attractive. You, you're just about perfect in every way. You're strong, tall, kind, patient, friendly. You're the kind of person that could make anyone feel welcomed. I bet there are countless others that rely on you. Because you're dependable, and have an attractive lineage." NV tugged insecurely at their hood. "Everything you have I don't. I'm jealous."

His desperation.

It reeked off of him, soaked his bandages. Perhaps, the doctor felt some sympathy, for this- a fellow face stealer. Michael imagined himself weaving neurons into muscles and skin, imagined crawling up between those bandages and tightening around the eyes, latching around the nostrils, tucking around each and every one of NV's teeth- so that he might give this young man a face of his own. But, ah, he would never accept it, would he? That's the problem, with the kind of broken NV is. He could never love a face, as long as it belonged to him.

That doesn't mean that the Doctor can't offer. Desperation was a beautiful thing, it opened so many doors that might otherwise stay closed. There was nothing more comforting than settling into people with cracks in them. "Come, my sweet friend. Let someone who cares bandage you, for once."

(NP: feel free to pick another oc above 18 if you're unable to work with grandpa meat)

v (FINALLY SOMEONE APPRECIATES VERNE 😭 mack you beautiful disaster theres no way that ends well)

^ ((hes too gay for his own good unfortunately :( his type is 1. smart 2. professional and 3. incredibly mean to him. someone help him))

Oh, fuck he was handsome. Even the fire-red skin, even the webbed ears and squid hair- just the way he carried himself made Mack want to sputter. God, it was so terrible to love a man in uniform when you were a criminal. Verne would, definitely ring the alarm if Mack were to wander up and hit on him, and this was definitely not what his client asked him to do, but...

"I know I'm not supposed to be here-" Mack started, one hand on his gun just-in-case- "But I couldn't help but notice that you were the only one on this ship-" lean on the desk, seem cool, seem chill- "And you're handling some very important data. D'you want to tell me about it?"

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v He grinned. "I'm not a natural blond, so I don't think that factors in," Mack laughed, running a hand through his hair- he kept his confidence up, but his hand did stop for a moment to nervously tip-tap on his skull, "Don't think I could keep in shape without work to help me along-" he put his hands up in a fake surrender, riding up his hoodie to show even more muscle- "So I think the whole murder gig is better for me, really." Mack got closer to Sid, close enough to slip his arms around his waist, "But if you want me to be your eye candy for the night... I'll waive the fee."

He was suddenly realizing that the line sounded better in his head, but he kept a smug smirk on his face- fake it 'till you make it, after all.