☠︎︎THE MAIN MAN☠︎︎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍

#𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐌𝐘 an independent and selective rp portrayal of 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐎 from DC Comics. My adaptation is not based on any movie, and is purely derived from the comics. Specifically, it is taken directly from the phenomenal works of Keith Giffen and Alan Grant. Due to the subject matter, blog is for mature audiences only, so please do not interact with me if you are under the age of 18. I kindly ask for all personals to please leave, I will likely block you if you aren't an rp blog.

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐘

There's a bit of a pause, the Main Man chewing his cigar expectantly. "Damn, yer good..." Sarcasm dripped off the Czarnian more than sweat. He trudged forwards, heavy boots clicking on the ground before he arrived in front of the bonafide space-cop. He grinned, that putrid cigar glowing as he took a long drag. He didn't seem to exhale.

Dear God, did he just swallow the smoke!?

"Sooo how ya been, eh?? Betcha missed havin' th' Main Man creepin' around. Hows yer gal-pal, she still bein all evil n' stuff?" He's just gonna help himself to Hal's fridge too.

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?

"Yeah?? Well yer goddamn right! Finally, a bastich wit' actual taste!"

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?

😡 [RED ANGRY FACE] — aggressive

🪃 [BOOMERANG] — cocky

🩸 [DROP OF BLOOD] — cruel

🗑️ [WASTEBASKET] — filthy

"... Y'know, can't actually disagree wit' most of these..."

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?

😋 [SMILING FACE LICKING LIPS] — scatterbrained

🤯 [EXPLODING HEAD] — unstable

👅 [TONGUE] — arrogant

"Scatterbrained!? Hows about I scatter yer brains all over th' pavement!"

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?

💀 [SKULL] — untrustworthy

🤨 [FACE WITH RAISED EYEBROW] — suspicious

"Yeah??? Well, right back atcha', bub!"

"I dunno, pal. I'm only in th' flick fer like ten minutes... But ya best believe I'm still th' star."

🧊👏😤🍾💫🐍📒🏴‍☠️🥶🤯💀💅⚔️☄️🙅‍♂️👿

this isn't everythin' on there, but i am happy ta report that it was close.

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?

Tiny hands gripped at his clothes as she climbed up his giant form in a flash. Her giant eye scanned him as she went, taking mental notes for her future fantasies. Most sinners didn't care for her direct approach.

"Oooh I BET you're REALLY REALLY bad. Aren't you? Naughty boy."

Lobo barely acknowledged the little cyclone scrambling up his frame. The tip of his hook remained buried where he'd been scratching beneath the back of his leather pants, his crimson eyes lazily drifting down only after she'd made it halfway to his shoulder. The cigar clenched between his teeth glowed brighter as he took a slow drag, the smoke rolling out over her like a passing storm cloud. There wasn't an ounce of shame in him, there never was. Some hyperactive one-eyed gremlin pawing at his jacket didn't even crack the top hundred strangest Tuesdays he'd ever had.

"Heh…"

The laugh came from somewhere deep enough to rattle the bottles behind the hotel bar. Husk had vacated the premicise within minutes of looking at the Czarnian, leaving the tap unprotected! "Did someone lose their midget maid…" He rumbled, finally hooking his thumb beneath her and effortlessly lifting her off his shoulder until she was dangling in front of his face. She weighed about as much as an empty beer can.

"Me? Th' Main Man's BAD to th' fraggin' BONE."