Amber's Stitch 'n Bitch

Independent Hazbin OC RP blog, 21+ only, rules & info in pinned post

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

Independent roleplay blog for original character Amber, a timid hare sinner currently resident at the Hazbin Hotel. Avid knitter/crocheter, data analyst by trade, moonlighting as an information broker.

Themes: Strange new world, curiosity killed the cat, taking control of one's life, found family, the curse of perceived mediocrity and the temptation of corruption

Penned by @mnemosyne-rphub (40+, she/her)

21+ only, please!

About Mun & Rules | About Muse | Inbox Call | Plotting Guide

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[mrfrogmemes]

Reblog if you're a safe RP partner to say NO to!

Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!

Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:

I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead

Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!

Variations of these!

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

the ticket arrived for amber sealed in a bright pink envelope, along with a short list of house rules for the night: bring cash for tips, respect the performers, and no going on stage unless explicitly invited. along with the ticket were two drink vouchers and a raffle form to be filled out with a name and favorite color. for what? it didn't say.

Amber received her envelope during lunchtime, but waited until she was back in her room to actually open it and study its contents. The ticket itself and the drinks vouchers went straight back in the envelope, which in turn was put in a safe spot in the top desk drawer.

The instructions for the night sounded perfectly reasonable. A bit sad that they needed to be spelled out like this, but this was still Hell, after all.

She frowned at the raffle form. Was this for one's own name and favourite colour? She decided to make that assumption, given the lack of directions, and completed the form with 'Amber' and 'Dark Green'.

Now that she had her ticket, she just had to wait for the one for Laz to make its way to them. They'd been in a bit of a funk lately, so she'd figured attending this event would cheer them up a little.

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Send a ✦ for a fact about the Mun. Send a ▲ for a fact about the muse!

[guns-and-brimstone]

At this point guss was standing among the scattered remains of what used to be their attackers. The Bloody pieces and limbs of hellborn and sinner alike was painting the broken concrete that they had used earlier as cover in to a fine shade of crimson.

Somehow, the wolf hybrid had survived the explosion. But only barely so. He was missing both his legs and the arm that had been shot by guss. And he was crawling forwards with pained growls, Trying to make his way towards a pistol laying against a stone slab in the distance. Even in this state he was completely hellbent on killing them.

Guss calmly approached the sinner and placed a boot on his back to keep him in place. Then executed him with a full auto spray to the back of the head. Using up the last of his rifle ammunition and reducing the sinner's head and brains to mush. It would take a long time for all of them to piece themselves back together now.

Taking a moment to look around, he scanned the area for any further hostiles. But luckily he couldn’t detect any.

However, with the adrenaline of the fight slowly settling down. Along with the sight of the scattered limbs and equipment. He could feel something else begin to take a hold of him… This was all too familiar for him. Far too familiar. And because the turf war had broken out so suddenly. Guss never had a chance to prepare himself or numb his mind for such a large scale conflict.

For a second Guss swore he could see a burning tropical landscape around him. And hostile Infantry shooting at him from the treelines. Even men running past him, engulfed in flames and flailing in pain.

He began breathing heavily under his mask. And his yellow eyes went wide like plates when he glared around at the carnage that had been caused by his own hands. Obviously distraught.

Backing up slowly until he bumped in to another broken wall, Guss repeatedly pulled the trigger of his rifle and aimed it aggressively in all directions. But was only met with empty clicks in response.

Slowly sliding down the wall, his breathing remained heavy and frantic. Like he was in the middle of a panic attack. And his eyes darted back and forth.

“They are in the trees man… the fuckin' trees….”

He began mumbling to himself in a panic. For the moment, Lost in his own hell.

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

Amber carefully listened to the sounds beyond her hiding spot, trying to make sense of what was happening. Guss seemed out of ammo but she wasn't quite sure what he was trying to shoot at in the first place. She couldn't hear anything move other than him but then again, a grenade or something like it had just gone off in close proximity and even though she'd covered her ears, they were still ringing. Then she heard him talking to himself, sounding very distressed. Well, that wasn't good. Something about it sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"Guss... there are no trees here. It's just you, me and a lot of rubble."

Very slowly she pulled herself from her prone position into a low crouch, trying her best to remain behind cover, just in case. Her left leg protested as she brought it underneath herself and she realised something had cut through her pants leg and sliced the back of her calf. Not that she had much time to dwell on it, now that she saw some of the aftermath of the fight and had to give herself a moment to not throw up. Yeah, this was not the place to rest.

"I'm going to come out now, kindly don't shoot me or throw any of your firecrackers my way."

She popped up her ears above the rubble for a few seconds before peeking around the corner.

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

[adventurous-fluffs:Alexander] A door would appear, seemingly not connected to anything, and a 7ft tall, muscular fox man, wearing only shorts and a cape would step out holding a piece of paper.

"Ya know, it's not every day you get a letter from another world asking for training. But! With the old fox's World Bridge spell, I guess anything is possible. So, are you the 'former karate kid' mentioned therein?"

Amber was in her hotel room at the makeshift desk, in the process of finishing up the presentation for the monthly report when a large door just… popped into existence, in the middle of the room. Okay, that was odd, was Kee-Kee on the nip again and doing some Dalí-style remodeling?

Before she could follow that train of thought any further, said new door swung open and an absolutely mahoosive guy stepped through. "Jėzau Marija!" she yelped as she shot up from her seat. Well, she was in precisely the wrong place to call onto either of these two, but old habits definitely died hard. The hare sinner’s orange eyes darted from the new arrival’s face to the definitely familiar-looking piece of paper.

"That…. is the message I left on the bulletin board downstairs in the lobby." It even had the holes from the pins in the corners. "How it got from there to you, Sir, is anyone’s guess, but we do have few magic users at the hotel." She gave a little bow. "The name’s Amber and uh… in case you're not aware, you’re in Hell right now. The Pride Ring, to be more exact." She figured it was only polite to point that out.

[adventurous-fluffs]

Oh well, he tried. This wasn't a public location so they probably had more confidence anyway... He would make it look like he was ignoring the one with the bat as he watched the other guy walk by him, then he would look to Amber.

"This looks like a good chance to test yourself, and, while an open area would be preferable for your speed, this location is just as good since the walls go high. You should be able to get a good spring off of them if you're focused on it, good for finding a new opening or just getting out of a fight. You could probably even jump a few times if you practiced."

If the guy with the bat tried to take a swing at him, Alexander could just swat the bat away without looking. But it was time to turn his attention back to them anyway.

"As for you.. We're going to play a little game. I will let you swing first, and then I'll swing back. Now, don't get some stupid idea in your head about hitting me half as hard or some arbitrary percentage of your strength. I want you. To hit me. As Hard. As You Can. Got it?"

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

Amber raised an eyebrow at Alexander's detailed suggestions and noted how both attackers briefly froze and exchanged confused glances.

"Aye, coach," she replied drily as her whole stance shifted from alert and cautious to grounded and calm.

For a moment, she glanced at the walls around them, but then stepped forward, straight into Troy's space between his raised fists, to grab him by one shoulder and the other upper arm. It almost looked like she was going in for a hug, until she pushed into his shoulder to force him to shift his weight onto his back leg more and maneuvered her own hips and legs past his. Next, she firmly kicked his front leg out from underneath him. Troy landed on his back with a surprised yelp. She hadn't even used her speed boost yet.

"Still think I'm slippery?" she asked impassively as she watched him scramble to get back up, muttering curses under his breath.

Meanwhile, his friend grinned at the challenge and looked Alexander up and down while slowly circling him and twirling his bat as if deciding on the best point to hit. While he was taller than Troy, he was still a good bit shorter than Alexander. "Ah, the hubris! Ya really wanna show you're tough now!" And with that, he dove forward, tip of the bat going for a jab into Alexander's abdomen.

[guelwaar]

im always up at ass o clock doing god knows what

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

[adventurous-fluffs:Alexander] A door would appear, seemingly not connected to anything, and a 7ft tall, muscular fox man, wearing only shorts and a cape would step out holding a piece of paper.

"Ya know, it's not every day you get a letter from another world asking for training. But! With the old fox's World Bridge spell, I guess anything is possible. So, are you the 'former karate kid' mentioned therein?"

Amber was in her hotel room at the makeshift desk, in the process of finishing up the presentation for the monthly report when a large door just… popped into existence, in the middle of the room. Okay, that was odd, was Kee-Kee on the nip again and doing some Dalí-style remodeling?

Before she could follow that train of thought any further, said new door swung open and an absolutely mahoosive guy stepped through. "Jėzau Marija!" she yelped as she shot up from her seat. Well, she was in precisely the wrong place to call onto either of these two, but old habits definitely died hard. The hare sinner’s orange eyes darted from the new arrival’s face to the definitely familiar-looking piece of paper.

"That…. is the message I left on the bulletin board downstairs in the lobby." It even had the holes from the pins in the corners. "How it got from there to you, Sir, is anyone’s guess, but we do have few magic users at the hotel." She gave a little bow. "The name’s Amber and uh… in case you're not aware, you’re in Hell right now. The Pride Ring, to be more exact." She figured it was only polite to point that out.

[adventurous-fluffs]

The king of hell being aloof and hands off... Okay, yeah, that could definitely add up to a situation like this. Kabartmak would still absolutely try to find a way to question him though.

Being rather perceptive, Alexander could tell the two were waiting for them. That was fine though, since as they talked, he kept walking, getting a bit closer than Amber. Just out of range of a lunge again, but hoodlums like them probably wouldn't know that. He would look them over for a moment before laughing.

"Touring the city and asking questions to the angels doesn't make me better than you. In fact, I don't know anything about you, so I couldn't make that kind of decision anyway. I also don't know why you seem to think we would need the protection of a sanctuary."

He would gesture around and then to the two of them. "You choosing this approach though, thinking it will give you some kind of advantage, does however show me you know nothing about either of us anyway. So, i'll give you three options. You can leave and spare yourselves the pain, you can fight the both of us, or you can fight just me. Take your pick."

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

Amber mentally kicked herself for not paying close enough attention to realise they' been tailed. She definitely remembered seeing these two outside the embassy earlier.

It was clear they had chosen to ambush them just after they'd entered this side street to attract as little attention from others as possible, while also funnelling potential combat to a confined space. She straightened up a little and carefully watched the movements of both sinners. The taller one appeared to be the more nimble one, already bouncing back and forth a little in anticipation, while Mr. Chicago overcoat seemed to just plant himself into position.

The piñata guy laughed at Alexander. "How generous of you to give us options! Definitely not as humble as you're portraying yourself to be. Troy, you take the bunny, the fleabag is mine." And with that, he stepped forward, ready to swing his baseball bat at Alexander.

Amber actually took a step backwards, hoping to goad the second guy, Troy, into making the first move. He smiled at her apparent cowardice and attempted to sling a lump of wet concrete at her, which she narrowly dodged, without even using her abilities. "Oh, so you're a slippery one!." He stepped closer to her and raised his fists. "You gonna keep running away and leave your pal to fight the both of us?" She seemed to consider it, eyes darting between the main road they'd come from and Alexander.

[guns-and-brimstone]

Guss noticed how the group all seemed to scramble from behind their cover and look around frantically in confusion. He couldn't help but smile under his mask in response. for someone that didn't have too much experience with guns or mass violence on this level. Amber seemed to be more capable then she had given herself credit for. "Outstanding."

Meanwhile among the crazed demons. A wolf hybrid sinner that seemed to be calling the shots in the group growled aggressively when he noticed that their stock of ammo had been ruined completely. He pulled down a slab of rock nearby to place the ammunition behind cover to prevent any further and potentially volatile damage to them. "Damnit!... What the fuck?..."

He looked around in the direction that the new shots had come from and sniffed the air. His senses were far better then that of his comrades. Probably had to do with his more unique demon form. After some focus, He finally noticed a flash from a pistol among the rubble. "Over there you idiots!" The wolf sinner started firing his shotgun in Amber's direction, And his comrades soon followed by his example. Seeming to forget all about Guss for the moment. They were terrible shots, But their continuous fire caused puffs of rock and rubble to fly up in to the air where the bullets landed. The wolf hybrid laughed maniacally as he fired. Reveling in the chaos all around him. But his laughter was quickly cut off when a bullet hit him in the shoulder. Breaking the bone with a large squirt of blood. This made him to scream in pain and fall over clutching his arm. Once again the sinners and hellborn were taken over by confusion and scrambled out from behind their cover. Having attackers from more then one direction was too much for them. Guss had come out from his cover and was now crouch running towards them. Moving from cover to cover and firing as he advanced. Unlike them, He was a well experienced shooter and managed take out three of them with a spray of automatic fire to their chests and heads. pulverizing them in to nothing more then red mist. All while he was still on the move. Now there was only four attackers left. For their leader was in so much pain that he was practically out of the fight. Taking cover behind a broken phone booth. Guss was now only twenty feet away from them. And the last remaining hostiles were once again bundled togheter. This gave him an idea. Reaching in to his dufflebag, He pulled out a grenade. "Hey kid!... Cover your ears!.." He hoped she would be able to hear her.

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

Oh good, she'd been spotted, just as intended, though the rubble didn't seem to hold up nearly as nicely as she'd hoped. Amber carefully started to crawl backwards, away from where the gunfire hit her cover.

Then she heard Guss advance, he seemed to be making good progress - not that she was gonna stick her head out to verify. She kind of heard him tell her to cover her ears through all of the noise, so she fully flattened herself against the ground and did exactly as instructed, not entirely sure what to expect.

There was a faint click she couldn't immediately identify. It wasn't until she felt the blast go overhead and heard wet things land around her that she realised what it had to be. "Ah, jeez," she hissed, opting to stay where she was, face down, until things went mostly silent. Some part of her was vaguely aware of a burning sensation in her leg, though she couldn't quite pinpoint when it had started.

Absolutely not how she'd anticipated spending her lunch break.

[peachyrpmemes]

ASK MY MUSE ANY QUESTION AND THEY CAN ONLY ANSWER WITH YES OR NO !!

[lapis-memes]

Lack Of Sleep Starters

"You can barely stand!"

"When was the last time you slept?"

"You look like shit."

"What? Sorry, I'm a bit tired."

"I haven't been sleeping well."

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"What did I tell you about pulling all-nighters?"

"You can't even keep your eyes open!"

"If I lay with you, will you finally go to sleep?"

"Okay, no more coffee."

"Bed time! Let's go!"

"My brain won't shut off."

"Huh? Oh! I'm awake!"

"I promise that I'm fine! It's only been a few nights!"

"I promise I'll sleep when I finish."

"Did you stay up all night?"

"I don't need sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Don't worry! Last time, I didn't sleep for a whole week! This is nothing!"

"I can't go to sleep."

"This is more important than sleep."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"You need to rest."

"I'll come tuck you in."

"Why are you still awake?"

"Go to bed."

"You look exhausted."

"You should be sleeping."

"You're safe. You can rest now."

"I promise that you're safe. Please get some sleep."

[theserpnt]

Join the Hazbin Hotel for a night of drinks, camaraderie, and performances! Tickets are on pre-sale until August 14th and include two cocktails ( or mocktails ) and a guaranteed seat by our stage. Tickets will also be available at the door for standing general admission. Interested in performing? Contact the number below ;)

Hello hello! Welcome to a little event thrown by yours truly. I was inspired by a HH drag night post on Patreon, and figured... why the hell not? No pun intended. This event is open to all, whether you write a canon character, an oc, or someone in-between able to attend. Characters 21+ only, of course. Just like or reblog this post to "buy a ticket," and I will send a ticket to your inbox to confirm! You don't have to be mutuals or even following me in order to participate. If you want your muse to perform, reach out to me and I'll put them on the schedule <3

OOC details:

While it's technically one night only in-character, things will be kicking off on the 13th to give people ample time to write so they're not trying to cram it all into a weekend. Things will not be "real time" since, y'know, that doesn't work for everyone.

Throughout the event duration, I'll be posting in the #HHDragNight tag with small surprises and such >.> Feel free to use the tag yourself for the same, open starters, commentary, outfits, or whatever else!

If you're a multimuse with more than one muse attending, please say so in your tags so I can give them all tickets accordingly in separate asks <3

[chillinrpmemes]

REBLOG if you're alright with interacting with someone who isn't interested in shipping or smut.

Not everyone in the rpc is a shipper or their muses are on the Aro/Ace spectrum ; I observe there are some muns (especialy eith female or female presenting muses) may feel intimidated by the idea that they need to engage in shipping to get interactions

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Write my character a letter!

A short note, a love letter, an angry missive, a letter of hire/fire/dismissal, a friendly catch-up, anything! 

[ambers-stitch-n-bitch]

When a client messages you at 5:02 PM on a Friday with a snag list they were supposed to send you earlier during the week and asks you if you can fix all the bugs by Monday afternoon.

[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.