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Noah ā¢ 29 ā¢ (he/him)
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No minors.Brace yourself for extreme graphic violence and gore, torture (physical/psychological/magical), cannibalism and body horror, murder/dismemberment, heavy profanity/slurs (IC only), explicit sex, drugs/alcohol addiction, mental trauma/manipulation/gaslighting, blasphemy/demonic possession, (IC), and the raw, fucked up politics of Hell.
Mun: Nameās Noah ā Iām a 29-year-old RPer (He/Him). Iāve been roleplaying for about six years, and I finally have enough time to get back into it! I work in construction & maintenance, so my hours can be all over the place. Some days I might not reply at all; other days, I can get out 10 starters it really varies. If I owe you a starter, Iāll get it to you sooner or later, so please be patient with me.
TRIGGERS: This blog will explore NSFW and dark themes Dead Dove and is strictly 21+ only. I wonāt follow you if you donāt have your age listed somewhere on your blog. Regarding triggers while I personally donāt really any, Iāll be sure to tag them appropriately for others.
WRITTING: I am a novella/multi-paragraph That means my replies will probably get pretty long, often stretching into multiple paragraphs or even full novella territory. It's just how I write; once my muse latches onto the scene, the details, emotions, inner thoughts, and atmosphere all come pouring out. I can't really dial it back without losing the spark that makes RP fun for me. That said, I'm all about "you get what you give." I don't expect you to match my length word for word (no pressure, promise!), but I do thrive on replies that have some substance something with actions, reactions, thoughts, or dialogue that gives me hooks to build on.~
Ā Shipping: I'm a huge shipping fan and usually open to most pairings but I'd love if we could chat OOC first, get a feel for the dynamic, and see how our muses click. Once we've discussed it, I'm totally willing to hop around the shipping timeline jumping ahead to established moments, back to early tension, or skipping straight to the juicy bits whatever vibes best! Slow burn, instant sparks, angst-filled exes... let's make it fun.
Personals: Personal blogs are not welcome and will be blocked. No follow backs from me, and please refrain from re-blogging my threads if youāre not involved.
Selective: Iām actively looking to RP if I follow you, thatās what Iām after. Iām completely fine with having multiple threads with the same person and being sent ask memes. Iām not here to have a high follower count. I love plotting so I am always interested in it.
REBLOG: A big pet peeve of mine: For the love of God, please donāt reblog threads youāre not a part of. Iām not a meme source. It takes five seconds to reblog from the original post doing it is a quick route to getting blocked.
ETIQUETTE: Really feel like this shouldnāt have to be said, but Iām going to say it anyway be civil. Iām not interested in being dragged into any drama; Iām just looking to have fun.
Leaning forward with a tiny smile, Rosie placed a hand on her cheek.
āMy myā¦ I had no idea you were having such daydreams about an old gal like me, Miss Vayga. How scandalous. What would the citizens of Cannibal Town think if their guardian were having such naughty thoughts when she should be securing the townās safety?ā
She tapped a slender finger against her cheek, eyes gleaming with amusement.
āAlthoughā¦ I do suppose you work hard. Youāve earned a little treat.ā
Her smile widened as she slid her hands between her breasts and caught the top of her dress, slowly pulling it down just a fraction.
āWellā¦ if youāre that interested in seeing it, I suppose I could give you just a little peek. But only if you ask nicely.ā
Although Velvette has plenty of experience walking the runway herself, unless she absolutely has to, she much prefers watching her hot models parade around in her clothes.
From what Moxxie knew, not everything Stolas said was entirely true. Or more so...it was only partially true. Hellborn who were not goetia had managed to use grimoire spells. But that was neither here nor there, and he knew better than to argue with royalty. They disdained that from all he had seen. Especially from the lower ranks.
Instead he showed contrition by looking up sadly and sitting beside the goetia, highlighting their height difference. "It's true I'd have to take it without permission, yes. But I was going to return it after we learned what we needed it. Because I was afraid you'd never lend it to us otherwise. You see...Well, I'm with some people who need a way to teleport. And we don't quite have the means ourselves." he shrugged. "It's, uh....fairly important we figure that way out. But we're imps. This isn't really my preference either. I've wanted to figure out an alternative method. I was wondering if there was some way we could just learn the spell..." the idea tickled at his mind as it kept doing. "If there was some way we could earn it earn use of the grimoire?" he smiled sweetly, looking at the book again curiously. The text wasn't anything he could decipher but it still fascinated him.
Stolas blinked slowly at the imp and settled down gracefully beside him. His clawed hands were folded neatly in his lap, his grimoire safely at his side, and he listened with polite interest to the plight of the little fellow.
Most of his fellow Goetia naturally looked down upon imps a rather common and tiresome sentiment amongst demons, sadly but Stolas himself had never held anything particularly strong on the subject.
What he knew well enough was that he was bored to death with this life, with his suffocating titleā¦ and most of all with Stella. His one real light in the bleak days was his precious Octavia, although she seemed content to sleep the days away.
Perhaps that was just what he needed to break out of this boring rut something fresh, delightfully reckless, and wonderfully new.
Stolas ran a claw along his chin thoughtfully, head cocked with elegant curiosity. His red eyes flicked up for a second and then back down to the little imp before him.
āVery well then,ā he purred, flourishing one elegant claw. āI will think about your suggestion that you and your little band be allowed to borrow the book. Provided you tell me what you intend to do with it. It is no small thing to lend a grimoire or even the precious arcane lore that it contains. One could get into a most regrettable amount of trouble should anyone discover the source of such forbidden knowledgeā¦ā
He bowed his head gracefully to one side and smiled serenely, knowingly.
āSoā¦ we have a deal?ā
Then, almost as an afterthought, he added warmly, āOh, and Iām terribly sorry, I didnāt quite catch your name."
The victory of Alastor's return was soured significantly by the fact his comings and goings were still dictated by the wills of another. Until the day he found his freedom, this petulant feeling would remain unsettled in the Radio Demon.
A trained eye, used to his temperament, might even notice behind his perpetual grin, the frustration that boiled there, the agitated flicks of his ears, the tension in the line of his posture, and above all else, the anger. Alastor took pride in his ability to keep people guessing, his actions almost entirely self indulgent and hedonistic in his own particular brand of the word- with one glaring exception.
Rosie had been the one to send him away initially- at the height of his performance in the Pentagram. And now he was returning, again entirely at Rosie's whim. An entire seven years squandered, his momentum ruined, his reputation stalled. It filled him with immense ire and resentment.
Alastor was not the sort to easily acknowledge a mistake. But perhaps. In the case of his contract with Rosie. He'd been a bit rash when he'd committed his own soul to her bidding. The only silver lining being his raging spite. It motivated him to find a loophole in her clauses. As thorough of a deal maker as Rosie was, Alastor still believed himself to be the best.
He would find away out.
And in the meantime, as a little show of rebellion he arrived late to his set date with his owner.
Moving through the shadows to avoid revealing his presence before he could make a grand return, the demon materialized on the inside of Rosie's parlor. Even late he'd still made an effort, donning a fresh suit he knew she found favorable, and carrying with him a perfectly wrapped bouquet of black calla lilies.
"Knock, knock, Rosie~" he entered with his usual opening.
Smiling of course, always smiling.
"And what could that delectable smell be? Could it be you've baked your infamous sinner cake just for the occasion? Do forgive my tardiness, dear, you know how it goes after a seven year sabbatical, the amount of loose ends I have to sort through is just absurd."
A touch of passive aggression as he took initiative to pop the bouquet in a vase and arrange the flowers to his liking, his back to his gracious hostess.
She took a long drink of her tea, which was mixed with blood, and with a happy sigh, put the cup back on its delicate saucer. Nothing could make her morning brighter than a fresh cup of blood.
Rosie, in her rose-colored gown and wide-brimmed hat, sat with elegant poise, her hollow eye sockets facing her late guest. For a long moment she looked at Alastor, the smile of sharp teeth still on her face. Like a cat she slowly tilted her head to one side, and for what seemed like forever she didn't say anything.
He was not very different from the last time she'd seen him. His soul belonged to her, she knew his whereabouts at all times, but it had been a while since she'd seen him in the flesh. He looked the same as he had in life, small and skinny, and anyone that had known him would have known him in a second.
Rosie lifted her gloved hands gracefully again, took another sip and cradled the cup between her palms.
āAlastor, dear,ā she said wearily, as a disappointed mother. "Your dear mother never told you not to keep a lady waiting?"
She shook her head, her empty eye sockets narrowing a little, the one that ruled his whole existence more than the other. One hand strayed lightly to her bosom.
And after I so graciously handed over all the power you wield, making your rise to infamy so much easier than it had any right to beā¦ She wagged a finger at him in disapproval. Her smile was brittle.
āI thought youād have the decency to be on time, after all Iāve done for you. Or did you like being out of the spotlight so much you want to stay out?ā
Rosie put down her cup and clasped her hands together slowly, leaning forward a little. "Because if you enjoyed your little break from the radio as much as you've forgotten how you should be talking to me," she whispered sweetly, "I promise I can lock you up. You like that darling? To be out of the public eye forever?ā
She nodded gently, her voice sympathetic. āI know it can be a lot sometimes. Many can't take it. Is his is your way of telling me youāve enough ?ā
It's all a-bout me
You, know I'm a star
'Cause I work hard
To get to this point in my life
I'm going up, so don't hate
Just congradulate
The whole world revolves around me
š„š®šµšæš®š½š½š®, I'm a princess, a diva, and it's all about me
Limosines, magazines
I have plenty things
Y'all don't understand
The demands, of my million fans
They all love me
Everything I touch turns to gold
I went from demo to limo
And now it's all about me
Charlie chuckled and leaned into the woman's touch, pausing her gentle massage to allow Vaggie to play with her hair. The hotel really was at the moment, little more than an idea, an old building hastily renovated, and some flyers but it was theirs. She smiled gently at Vaggie's words, nodding along as she spoke of potentially a place on Earth itself.
"Might be a bit harder there. We wouldn't even know if their sins were real or people who were paranoid they were going to Hell." She reminded Vaggie gently, gently squeezing her girlfriend's shoulders. "At least here we know they do need it."
Silence reigned for a few minutes as Charlie slowly finished easing the remaining stress out of Vaggie's shoulders, being careful to not let her nails dig into the the woman's skin. Her gaze was on the far wall, not quite seeing but mentally planning how they could further go about their idea.
"We could always use a few more hands too." Charlie remarked, working on the last knot of Vaggie's stressful day. "Razzle and Dazzle are pretty good at helping but a few more hands would make fixing this place up and handing out flyers could help."
Easing into her touch, her body tension began to ebb away. Being in hell always stressed her out when she was an exorcist. Now that she was a permanent resident here she was constantly on edge but having Charlie near always relaxed her mind and body.
She turned to look at her, wrapping her arms around Charlieās waist and pulling her close. āWell, it shouldnāt be that hard to find a sinner who needs a job. I know how difficult it can be down here, especially with the exterminations wiping out businesses every year. A lot of sinners are probably desperate for something stable. If we hire them, they could tell their friends and families where theyāre working. Word of mouth might help bring in more guests.ā
She sighed, resting her chin lightly against Charlieās shoulder. āI know a lot of them are scared this is some kind of high-society kill box where demons get hunted for sport. I heard a rumor the Goetia used to do that kind of thing. And being the Princess of Hell probably doesnāt help. Most new sinners have no idea what youāre actually like.ā
Her voice dropped, laced with familiar irritation. āHaving Alastor here definitely doesnāt help dissuade that thought. That man is more trouble than heās worth.ā
Finally, she laid her head fully on her girlfriendās shoulder, melting deeper into the embrace.
Damn that alarm. He'd been sleeping so comfortably. Why did he have to move it so far away? Ozzie should have stayed in bed with him instead of getting up to shut the alarm off, and he hoped he wasn't the only one that thought so. Still, he kept his eyes closed and remained in the bed for as long as he could. It wasn't like they had anything to do for the day, they were allowed to be lazy, weren't they?
Although, when Ozzie called him out on his fake sleeping, Fizz sat up and stretched.
"Let's skip breakfast and have sex instead," he said patting the spot on the bed beside himself. With an exhaled "fine", he pushed himself to get out of bed and made his way after his lover. It took him only seconds to make his way to the top of the counter, where he sat watching the sin for a long moment. He could have asked for burgers again, but they'd just had them the night before... what did he want for breakfast?
With a shrug, he reached out to pull Ozzie in closer to himself; standing on the counter and reaching his arms up with his tongue hanging out. Stalling had never looked so cute.
"I want a kiss first! Then I'll tell you what I want to eat." He waited with an impatient tap of his foot before extending his arms to pull himself up to demand said kiss from up close rather than giving into the distance that had been between them when he'd been standing on the counter.
"You know Fizz, sometimes I forget which one of us is the real sin of Lust." He wrapped his arm gently around Fizz's hips and pulled him closer so they were face to face. "Well you won't hear me complaining about having sex, but we should eat something first to build up our energy, baby," he whispered into Fizz's ear before kissing him.
His mouth claimed Fizz's in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue immediately pushing past those colorful lips to tangle and stroke against his in long, hungry drags.
He licked into his mouth with wet, obscene sounds, sucking on Fizz's tongue before biting at his lower lip and diving back in even deeper, devouring him with slow, possessive rolls that left strands of saliva connecting their mouths when he finally broke the kiss with a smile.
"Mmm, I hope that's enough to tide you over, baby." His tongue ran across his lips to savor the taste before he placed Fizz back on the counter. "We've got to get some food in you before I really start devouring this cute ass. Turn around for a second, sugar." Turning his back to him with a dramatic spin, he opened the fridge. "Now what do you want to eat, my little imp?" His eyes scanned up and down the shelves with a hungry grin. "We can't fuck on an empty stomach after all."
"Sure. Yeh' can call it special if that's what gets yeh' off, handsome." It was definitely interesting, how little Angel cared that this was a much higher ranked individual than he ever would be. He wasn't even an Overlord, talking like this to a Sin was probably unheard of. But he had also shamelessly flirted with Lucifer when he had shown up at the hotel too, so it wasn't like Angel gave a flying fuck what sort of power anyone had. He liked a guy in power. He liked making them weak for him.
"Ah' just so happen t' be th' first guest t' this here hotel, so guess that makes me special or some shit. And since ah' am way too cute t' play bell hop or maid or any of that bullshit, ah' can take on th' role of tour guide." Fine, he was grabbing at the drink that was slid to him. Bringing it to his lips, eyes over the rim of the glass, never leaving that of Satan. Damnit, this shit really was better.
"Besides!" He's clapping two of his hands enthusiastically, pushing himself away from the bar. Clearly he was going to show Satan around, whether the other liked it or not. "Don't yeh' want some eye candy t' make the tour a bit less borin'?" He could practically hear Vaggi's eye roll from the other room, but hey! He had done his job! He had greeted the Sin of Wrath, and now the guy was fully intending to keep a room, which it sounded wasn't necessarily the case before. He deserved a prize for that shit.
Taking one last chug of his drink, he clenched his hand, making the glass disappear as if it never existed. He stood up from the stool and stretched his wings. If he planned on staying around this place until the situation with the angels eventually escalated to a conflict, he supposed he should get a tour of the grounds and find a room to stay in preferably one on the opposite side of where Lucifer was staying. The flirtatious spider seemed eager enough to do it, so he might as well let him play guide.
āAlright, angel. I suppose since youāre so familiar with this place, Iāll let you take the lead. I canāt imagine this place has much in the way of entertainment.ā He looked around and then back at Angel, gesturing with the tip of his tail. āSo Iām guessing since youāre the first guest here, you wanna be up there with the angels, huh? Well, I promise you it isnāt as great as humans always say it is. That book humans love to quote when theyāre burning each other for being witchesā¦ itās very, letās say, rule heavy up in Heaven. I wouldnāt imagine it would be a lot of fun for you or anyone who has spent any time in Hell.ā
āSo what exactly do you sinners get to do around this place? Iām guessing since youāre trying to wash away your sins thereās not a lot of drugs or partying. Hell, Iām surprised she even let a bar be set up here. Canāt imagine Charlieās idea of fun would appeal to most. You know how she is all singing and rainbows.ā He exhaled, honestly still surprised that Charlie was actually Lucifer and Lilithās child and not some angel baby they stole.
