Hell's Gate

Independent multimuse RP blog selective | multi-ship | multi-verse --written by: Eva

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&&. I’ve completely neglected this blog. I’m going to be clearing things completely and changing it to another muse. Baal can be found on my multi-muse blog.

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Is that my multi-muse blog? IT MIGHT BE.

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I'm gonna shift this guy over to my multi-muse probably so if you want the link to that just hmu

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I'm just gonna start dropping a bunch of threads tbh. Most of the ones I have going haven't been responded to by the other party in several weeks and I don't see the point.

[teenageers]

Absolutely me

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[thoughts-memories]

[mxsanthrxpy-deactivated20160628]

             Hey !! Would you mind LIKING / REBLOGGING this post              if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a partially deaf /              partially blind broke young adult who is barely making ends              meet, and hates all of humanity ??              I promise he won’t spit on you.

[originalmatsu-blog]

Can you reblog/like this if you don't mind late responses

What I mean by this is if I become really busy and can’t respond to all of my rps, I want to know that it’s okay that I respond when I have the time. Some people easily lose interest in threads and will drop them if they become too old, which is why I’d like to know who is okay with me responding whenever.

[allforoneandoneformusearchive]

Dumped

@ensiferxm

It wasn’t very often that one would catch him outside of the bakery, let alone in a bar of all places. He preferred to be close to his mother, knowing all too well that her health was hardly the best and that stubborn woman just kept pushing herself. Perhaps that was where Severo got his obstinate personality from. The thought made him laugh to himself slightly. 

Now to the matter at hand. What could have pried him from his work to such an establishment. Well, the answer was simple and yet oh so complicated. In simple terms she was a woman but was better described by her blues eyes, her blonde hair and her supple lips. He was ensnared right away that he couldn’t help but ask her out. He’d worn his best dress shirt, a fresh cologne at lingering on his skin. He was nervous and yet so prepared. Only… 

She was a no show. 

“είσαι ηλίθιος” He mumbled to himself as he turned from his original standing position to sit at the bar “How did you go and get yourself stood up again?”. Yes, embarrassingly this was not the first time the man had been lured out by a beautiful woman only to be left in the dirt. His head fell, his brown eyes focused on the bar surface and a wave of depression hit him. 

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It was that very bout of depression that had Baal notice him from the other side of the bar. Although unsure as to what had happened, he had a faint idea. He was too well-dressed, for one, and the very manner in which he approached the bar spoke volumes for how he felt. In a way, he supposed he could understand. Only he couldn’t, could he? Not really. He’d never truly felt romantically inclined. 

"Were you expecting someone?” he asked. Don’t get him wrong, he was curious. Not enough to press the man for a response, though. Since he was in his bar and felt let down, however, he did feel the need to lift his spirits. Whether it be through a drink, some food -- where was he from, come to think of it? He could have sworn he’d heard him speak... Greek? 

“Drinks are on the house,” he told him. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you”.

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   lmao why start threads with someone if you’ve no intention of ever answering them and dropping them

   don’t be mean ok

[randomroleplaymemes-blog]

Send "Hotel Trouble!" for our muses to both be accidently booked the same hotel room. There isn't any rooms left so they are forced to share.

[anarchyfound]

So I opened an old box and decided to take a trip down memory lane with my artwork. The heart and masks piece was from highschool and is the oldest out of everything.

[8anatos-blog]

@bagofmiracles liked for a starter!

   “You do know you need to not get caught, right?” asked Von. “Can I have my wallet back?” 

[daughterofnero]

Myra shifted some as her eyes widened a little at the offer. It was tempting; very very tempting. Her curiousity was definitely getting the better of her, the huntress intrigued by what exactly this process might be. Her quarry was practically handled already, the demon that had intervened seemed intent on remaining peaceful, and if anything, she had a container of holy water in easy access for an emergency.

Wasn’t the best fight one you managed to avoid?

The huntress slowly lowered her firearms and holstered them in a show of good will (though Myra’s hand stayed hovering over one). “And my name is Myra. Alright then, let’s see what’s up.” She gestured for him to lead the way, curiousity now having a firm grip on the young woman. 

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    It went without saying that, as he stood awaiting her response, he’d begun to assume the worst. Her weapons had not yet been lowered and, the longer he observed her, the more certain he became he would lose if she chose to fight him. He didn’t have the abilities he used to, and it would be bad if he happened to unlock them. On both instances, his death was the only solution. But luck was on his side, it would seem. 

    A nod was offered in response to her statement, following which he began to lower his hands. He maintained the fact he meant her no harm for, if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that she would have had a plan B. Easing himself to the ground, he wrapped his arms around the body of the unconscious male before lifting him. “Follow me,” he said, and dared to turn his back on her. He was forced to trust her - which was, he felt, more positive than the alternatives - and without another word he set off toward his bar. 

   “Myra, you said? I’m...” he paused. He would rather leave his actual name for later. She was already on edge as it was. “Baal,” he added quickly. She would later come to realise (when within the comfort of his bar) that this was a name that belonged to one of the most ancient demons in religious history. The oldest, he would argue. But for now, he settled with trying to ease her into what she was about to see. She was, after all, about to be one step from Hell’s upper circle. If there was one thing he knew, it was that it appeared differently to different kinds of people. It all depended on what they were like in terms of personality.      “We’ll be there shortly,” he told her. 

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“It’s the one I’ve got.” He answered nonchalantly. His eyes looking back to the other. 

It was difficult for him to not think that this guy was strange. The way he spoke was strange, how he acted was strange, his name was strange. He was just strange. There had been a lot of ‘strange’ people in his life recently. 

“You’re weird.” He points out bluntly, holding his thoughts in was not his best attribute. “I just found this tree today. Had the thought that I should climb it, so I did.” He shrugs, giving a small laugh. “First time I’ve really been up here. I’m guessing you don’t come up here often?” 

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    “Aren’t I just?” chuckled Baal. He had yet to meet a human capable of deciphering what it was about him that felt out of place. To most, being around him felt... abnormal. He’d give the kid his due, though - he’d lasted longer than some of the other humans had. “I don’t go much of anywhere that often,” he confessed.     A moment of silence was to follow, in which Baal clicked his tongue once and hopped off the tree. Having landed without problem, he dusted himself off. Then, he turned toward the male still sitting upon the tree. “Nature’s nice,” he said. “But so’s the cafe down the road. Care to join?” He had, after all, invaded his personal space.

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bagofmiracles:

Drake had been fighting a demon, though it had turned out to be a little stronger then himself. That in turn had caused Drake to end up using his demon form, even though he hadn’t meant to at the time. Drake did not yet fully understand or used his demon form all that much, so he didn’t have all that much control over it. So when he ever di end up using his demon form, he would often faint once he had changed back to his human form.

Though in his demon form, he had managed to defeat the demon he had been fighting. It was after that, that his demon form had gone to Baal’s place, as if he had been drawn there, through some unknown reason at the time. It was after he had reached the front of Baal’s place, that Drake reverted back to his human form before fainting there on the spot.

When Drake finally did begin to wake up, he was a little confused as to why he was staring up at a ceiling, rather than waking up to see the sky like he normally did. Even though he was still tired, he still managed to sit up alittle, from where he had been laying down. Though seeing where he was, only made all the more confused on where he was.

   Baal himself was unaware of the fight that had resulted in the injury of the male now laying on the floor before him. Though saddened by the sight, he’d moved him as carefully as he could so to be able to tend to him in a place more suited to his needs (that was, preferably, a little less public). It wasn’t long before he realised that his wounds weren’t fatal and, with a sigh of relief, he went about patching him up. The plan was to allow for him to rest for as long necessary. When he woke, he would ask him what had happened. 

   Several hours after the incident, Baal entered the room to check up on him. A jug of water was balanced in one hand and a glass was held in the other. He had planned on leaving it there for him so he could reach for it when he woke. His patient had beat him to it, however, and when he turned to leave he noted that his eyes were now open. 

    “Lay back down,” said Baal in a gentle but firm tone. “You’re safe, but your body needs the rest.” Taking a step toward him, he pressed his hands against his shoulders so to ease him back down. “My name’s Baal,” he told him. “I found you unconscious a little while ago”.