One more chance for an perfect painting

An roleplay/ask blog/non selective of an hazbin hotel oc that is trying to revive an theater (Mod pluto)

[colorsinsideofhell]

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ʍɛʍɛ ȶǟɢ:ʟɛȶ ʊֆ ɦɛǟʀ ǟռ ʄʊռ ֆօռɢ/ʍɛʍɛ

[depresseddisneyprincess]

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

[scarletsourcesarchived-deactiva]

Reblog is you would like some anons in your inbox

[candycandymemes]

Send "Grasp" to grasp my muse's jaw and force them to look your muse in the eye

[raysources]

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     —     a collection of one - liners taken from the soundtrack of the 2015 broadway musical, school of rock.   slightly edited for clarity.   change pronouns as necessary.  

just wait and see!

let 'em laugh.

i know my time is comin'.

no one'll call me a loser again!

try to walk as if you're going somewhere.

the pressure's on for you and me.

don't, and it will mean i go ballistic.

good luck, have fun!

just like the good old days!

you've always been a dreamer.

give up your dreams.

your dreams are lame and weak.

we ought to cut the bull and just get real.

give up your dreams, and get a freakin' job.

join the grown - up world like us.

quickly, don't let anybody see you!

how come you never told me you could play music?

you ever play electric guitar?

let's waste that time together, shall we?

you're in the band!

don't forget to emote!

i only play classical.

that's good. for my grandma. who's, uh, dead.

i still don't have a job.

is that something you could swing?

i'm putting you in charge of the whole damn thing!

i pledge allegiance to the band.

if you're in raise your hand!

you never let me get in a word.

no matter what it is that i do, it's like i just can't seem to get through.

i've got so much to say.

still, you never listen.

can't you see i'm hurting?

i promise, one day i'll make you hear.

i'm not the kid you want me to be.

you just don't wanna see the real me.

you just keep shutting me out.

i'm not gonna beg you — you'll never see a tear.

the legend of the rent was way past due.

how can you kick me out of what is mine?

you're not hardcore unless you live hardcore.

what it all can mean is quite confounding.

the children all like him more than us.

who knows what he does but god, it works!

maybe we too could do some good.

there's been one solution since the world began : don't just sit and take it, stick it to the man!

get all of your aggression out.

stick it to the man!

go off the script, do what you like.

they hate it, they can take a hike.

why live your life to someone else's plan?

crank the amps to 17!

don't just sit and take it, stick it to the man!

show 'em what rebellion means!

why march to someone else's caravan?

there's no way you can stop the school of rock!

i'm in charge!

go punk, or start packing.

it's time to play!

come on, this isn't hard!

make sure he remembers, or i'm breaking both your necks.

we don't have time to waste while you try to find some taste!

i can still remember how the music used to be.

where do last year's one - hit - wonders go to?

what happened to the girl i was?

guess the songs kept playing, but i didn't stop to hear.

where's the joy i used to know, way back when?

sorry for the outburst.

let's keep this our secret, who'd believe it anyway?

thanks for the reminder that there's music in me yet.

if you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?

he can barely read!

i promise you, i can read!

we're gonna sue!

his ass belongs in jail!

i'm a loser, okay?

i used you.

worst of all, i wasted your time.

i thought nobody could, but you, you understood.

you raised my voice up, taught me not to fear.

i've learned who i am because you're here.

school won't be the same without you here.

now that i've found you, you can't just disappear.

you've taught me so much since you've been here.

two and two make five!

rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme.

i've been biting my tongue too many times.

today's assignment : kick some ass!

[colorsinsideofhell]

Do you regret anything?

The weight of the question hung heavy in the air, each syllable striking Kalliope like a blow to the chest. "Regret"—a word laden with the weight of past mistakes and unfulfilled dreams. It was a poison that seeped into her very being, paralyzing her with its insidious grip.

In that moment, memories flooded her mind like a torrential downpour, each one more agonizing than the last. She saw Persephone's graceful descent to the floor, her own laughter ringing hollow in the cavernous theater. The rush of adrenaline, the intoxicating thrill of freedom as she watched her sister's still form—these were the moments that haunted her, that clawed at her soul with relentless fervor.

And then, just as suddenly as the memories had come rushing back, she was jolted back to reality, her surroundings stark and unforgiving. The abandoned theater loomed around her, a silent witness to the tumult of emotions that raged within. In that moment of clarity, Kalliope was forced to confront the harsh reality of her existence—a reality colored by regret, by the weight of choices made and opportunities lost.

꒰ ❛ yes i do have some regrets...some very big regrets..but i can't dwinddle on that i am in hell I can't just be buried in it...❜ ꒱

[crownmemes]

A Haunting in Venice Sentences

(Sentences from A Haunting in Venice (2003). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You must forgive my bodyguard. His instructions are mine."

"You are not the first who has come to seduce me with some irresistible case."

"You really are cut off from the world. Do you not know what today is?"

"You believe in psychics?"

"You're not scared of ghosts?"

"I talk to ghosts here all the time."

"Hateful things live in this house."

"You’re staring at me. Stop!"

"Battle scars are not always of the body."

"If I'm trapped here, so are you."

"You’re doing that thing where you pretend to know more than everyone else in the world."

"You’re not in any trouble. There is nothing to fear."

"Demons, evil; they’re everywhere in this house."

"Wherever we go, death follows."

"There must be a rational answer for all of this."

"Eventually, you get a case, and you know it is the last one you can stomach and still know your soul."

"Why did you lie about never having been here before when clearly you had?"

"You don’t have friends; you have admirers."

"This is the only way in, and you have the only key."

"For once in your life, admit that you are up against something bigger than you!"

"Why don't you have the answer? You always have the answer!"

"We should all leave this place and never look back!"

"You poisoned her!"

"You are a precocious boy who is perhaps ashamed at how much he likes attention."

"You must not blame yourself for anything that happened in this house."

"Don't worry, people who die in this house always come back."

"I know only that we cannot hide from our ghosts. Whether they are real or not, we must make our peace with them."

[asknerdyalastor]

The first sound to reach Alastor's ears was the distinct clatter of resin against resin, accompanied by the gentle creaking of each measured step. It was a familiar symphony to the person walking it, one that spoke of precision and artistry, yet perhaps strange and alien to those unaccustomed to such sights and sounds.

As the figure drew nearer, Alastor's suspicions were confirmed—the approaching woman was indeed an articulated doll, her striking burgundy hair and meticulously crafted resin skin leaving no doubt as to her nature. Every joint, every detail of her form, spoke of exquisite craftsmanship, a testament to the skill of her creator.

With a graceful bow that belied her artificial nature, Kalliope approached Alastor, her expression softened by a gentle smile. The tilt of her head bespoke a silent question, an invitation for interaction and engagement. In that moment, amidst the quiet reverence of the scene, she exuded a delicate charm, a poignant reminder of the beauty that could be found in even the most unexpected of encounters.

꒰ ❛ hello there mr alastor my name is Kalliope is nice to meet you ❜ ꒱

@colorsinsideofhell

[Alastor tilts his head slightly, studying her. He's trying to figure out if he should consider her a threat or not. Perhaps not]

"Good evening. Pleashure to be meeting you shweetheart, quite a pleashure. Yesh indeed it'sh nice to meet you ash well. I must shay, I've never met a doll before. Definitely not one that looksh like you. You're very unique."

[He nods his head in a greeting as he speaks. He's unsure on what to do or say, having no clue what could be considered rude or not to a doll like her. He's never seen a ball jointed doll before and is unsure on how to react]

"Very pretty ash well."

[colorsinsideofhell]

A warm smile graced Kalliope's lips as Alastor tilted his head inquisitively, his endearing lisp adding to his charm. Though she found his mannerisms adorable, she knew better than to express such sentiments openly. After all, Alastor's formidable power demanded a level of respect and formality that precluded casual familiarity.

A faint blush tinted Kalliope's cheeks as Alastor offered his compliment, her heart fluttering at the unexpected praise. With a soft giggle escaping her lips, she brought a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched him.

꒰ ❛ well thank you for your compliment sir, and yeah i know an sinner like me is pretty rare..ah do you want to feel my resin?❜ ꒱

With a gentle demeanor, Kalliope extended her arm towards Alastor, a warm smile gracing her features. As she stretched out her arm, she offered him a closer look at the intricate details of her joints, each one meticulously crafted to perfection. Her hands, in particular, captured his attention, their delicate form adorned with a unique design—a series of fox tails delicately drawn upon the surface.

With a subtle pride evident in her expression, Kalliope waited for alastor to examine the intricacies of her craftsmanship, her arm a canvas that bore witness to her skill and her own individuality. It was a gesture of openness and vulnerability, an invitation for him to appreciate the artistry that lay within her very being. And as she held her arm aloft, she awaited his reaction with a sense of quiet anticipation, curious to see how he would respond to the glimpse of her inner world.

@asknerdyalastor

[asknerdyalastor]

[Alastor seems confused by her. He's never met someone so calm around him after just meeting. He gazes at her arm finding the designs decorating it pretty. He lightly taps her hand seeming a bit startled at the sensation. His smile is a bit strained, eyes showing confusion and curiosity. One of his ears twitching slightly]

"interesting.. I believe dolls like you were invented after my time. What material are you made of? I don't think I've never seen a doll made out of anything except cloth."

[He continues studying her, simply just looking, not wanting to do any sort of physical contact. Occasionally his ears pin back before he calms down and they go back to normal. He's not good with new things, especially when they're something living that could attack at any moment. He doubts Kalliope would be dumb enough to attack an overlord but he's still prepared just incase]

[colorsinsideofhell]

As Alastor's fingers traced over her arm with a gentle touch, Kalliope couldn't help but smile in appreciation of his tenderness. Unlike the others she had encountered, he handled her with care, respecting the delicacy of her form rather than seeking to exploit it for perceived value.

A soft gasp threatened to escape her lips as she observed the endearing twitch of his ear, a small gesture that only added to his undeniable charm. With a quick clearing of her throat, Kalliope suppressed the urge to vocalize her delight, mindful of maintaining her composure in Alastor's presence.

With a thoughtful expression, she brought her hand close to her chin, her mind abuzz with contemplation. It was a rare moment of introspection amidst the bustling activity of the streets, a chance for her to ponder how exactly she would respond to him

꒰ ❛ well thank you darling...i am sorry sir i mean sir..and i think i am made out of clay with some type of very sturdy resin so i can stretch and fight but without breaking anything i have in me❜ ꒱

꒰ ❛Though I still have an interior underneath all this resin I can show you, but be forewarned it is a bit... odd❜ ꒱

[asknerdyalastor]

"Intereshting.. I'm going to politely decline the offer. You're a very nice pershon to be in hell. Perhapsh you'd enjoy a place to shtay. Why not shtay at the Hazbin Hotel. You'll get great shervice and will have a lot of chancesh to talk to me. Thingsh are never boring around there ho ho!"

[of course he tries to advertise the hotel while he has the chance. He adjusts his tie as he speaks, his smile becoming less strained and more genuine. He's growing comfortable around Kalliope being less on edge and more expressive]

"I feel like someone ash shweet ash you would really enjoy it there. A chance at redemption while having unending entertainment sheemsh like quite the deal, no? If you'd like we could walk there. Perhapsh continue our convershation ash we do."

[he extends his arm for her to take. A simple gesture, but one that shows trust]

[colorsinsideofhell]

Observing the subtle shift in Alastor's demeanor, Kalliope couldn't help but notice a newfound ease in his mannerisms—a softening of his smile, a hint of expressiveness that seemed to signal a growing comfort in her presence. It was a small but significant change, one that filled her with a sense of warmth and gratitude.

The mention of the hotel, a topic of much speculation and intrigue among the denizens of hell, stirred a ripple of curiosity within Kalliope. She had heard the rumors, of course—who hadn't? The notion of sinners being rehabilitated under the watchful eye of the princess from hell and the infamous radio demon was a tantalizing prospect, one that left her intrigued yet cautious.

Alastor's words, spoken with a sincerity that belied his enigmatic nature, caught her off guard. To hear such praise from someone of his stature was unexpected, and Kalliope found herself regarding him with a newfound sense of skepticism. Was she truly too good for hell, as he claimed? The notion seemed preposterous, she knew she deserved to be in hell and there was nothing that wouldn't make her think that.

꒰ ❛ as charmed as i am for the compliment i am afraid you are solely mistaken..i am here because i did an terrible thing but i would love to go to the hotel for an cup of tea ❜ ꒱

With a gentle touch, Kalliope accepted Alastor's outstretched arm, her smile unwavering in its warmth. The prospect of sharing tea with the enigmatic radio demon filled her with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

[spideysources]

✎ THE LAST DINNER PARTY PROMPTS: a collection of roleplay and writing prompts from the last dinner party's album prelude to ectasy.

“Wine is on your blouse.” 

“You think it's so romantic.”

“We're both just addicts.”

“Burn me alive.” 

“You don't wanna hurt me but I want you to.”

“You made me bite my tongue.” 

“There’s blood in my glass.”

“Will you buy a new one?”

“I'm only here for your entertainment.” 

“I know I'm better off not looking back.” 

“I wish I didn't want you.” 

“Bite me again.” 

“I will hold your hands to stop them from shaking.” 

“I will be on your side.” 

“When you're lying here, I believe you love me.” 

“What I’m feeling isn't lust, it's envy.” 

“What good are red lips when you're faced with something sharp?”

“I wish I could be a beautiful boy.” 

“I wish I knew you.” 

“I wish I knew you before it felt like a sin.” 

“There's nothing for me here.”

“How you touch me, for that I'd leave it all.” 

“Pray for me on your knees.” 

“So turn and face me, turn to the altar of lust.” 

“Cleanse my soul, make me whole.” 

“Hold me.” 

“We can't go back.” 

“Strike me, pierce me straight through the heart.” 

“Picture me in bed, under your crucifix.” 

“I felt like one of those portraits of women protected by a beast on a chain.”

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of ripping out my throat.” 

“Let my last words be our last dance.” 

“I'd die for you, no questions asked.” 

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of staying one more night.” 

“I wish I had the guts to put up a fight.” 

“If anyone killed me, it probably would be you.” 

“And you can hold me like he held her.”

“And I will fuck you, like nothing matters.” 

“We're a lot alike.” 

“I'm putting all my bets on you.” 

“I hope they never understand us.” 

“I put my heart in your palms, my home in your arms.” 

“Nothing matters!” 

“This is the only thing I know how to do.”

“Cause I'm no good until I cry.”

“And lately I've been thinking, ‘What if I keep sinking?’ If I drown, will they make me a star?” 

“I'm just a mirror, break my glass to fix your heart.” 

“I'm just a mirror, I don't exist without your gaze.”

“I fade away.” 

“If you drown, do they know who you are?” 

“I'll leave you flowers but not my name.” 

“When I drown, will I get very far?”

“Lately, I've been drinking. I need to stop my thinking.” 

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

* @colorsinsideofhell

“Peacock green,” Husk answered Kalliope clearly. “That was their color before - one of Viranna’s favorites.”

Husk seemed genuinely thrilled with the prospect of helping to restore The Proscenium. After aiding in the Hazbin Hotel’s renovations, Husk had found a new appreciation for working with his hands, creating, mending. He still had his doubts that Alastor would let him get away with physically altering the ruins, but at the very least, Husk could instruct the kitsune on every detail he remembered so vividly.

[colorsinsideofhell]

With a quick nod of agreement, Kalliope retrieved a notebook from her purse, eager to jot down the details of husk's words. The prospect of new chairs adorning the theater filled her with anticipation, envisioning the grandeur they would lend to the stage where the most beautiful plays would unfold, together with those beautiful colors.

Closing the notebook with a sense of purpose, she hurriedly made her way across the room, the soft sound of her paws touching the floor echoing in the empty space. With a swift motion, she reached the door, waving a hand in farewell to the bartender as she prepared to depart. Eager to set her plans into motion, Kalliope's had an giant smile on her face

꒰ ❛ Dont worry husk we will have our beloved theater done in no time i promise you,for now farewell❜ ꒱

And with an slam she was out there thw soft clinck of her paws touching the ground just going away from there eager to start the renovation

[yeoldemothmemes]

Sentence Starters from my Watch Later 80

Feel free to change pronouns and adjust as needed

"We are currently mid voyage of SS NAME" "We are currently mid voyage of SS Struggle" "You also want my bone marrow?" "At least I'm not dramatic about it" "Coincidentally you are matching your coffee mug" "But first, I must bask" "Me befriending BLANK is the ultimate side quest" "I have about sixty five bins of Halloween decorations" "A box... of nothing?" "That's where I put BLANK" "Why am I like this?" "You may not like it, but this is what peak physical fitness looks like" "I need to stop lying to you all" "I'm really not beating all I own is COLOUR clothing allegations with this outfit, am I?" "I'll punch people for you if they're being mean to you" "I want to be a pretty princess" "I want to wear a ballgown" "The only stat I have is Charisma" "I hate it, and I don't want it in my room" "Here I am in full Victorian ghost child mode" "Sometimes the best stuff is what you find on the street" "I live in the middle of nowhere" "It takes forever and I don't like it" "The cat is trying to attack my feet" "I have 1am caffeine brain" "I've been doing BLANK for 10 years and one thing still scares me" "At least I don't have to make pants" "I'm gonna take a little nap because I bonked my head" "This is my one suit coat" "You came to watch my stupid ass suffer, didn't you?"

[colorsinsideofhell]

do you ever feel alone inside of the theater?

Inside the modest confines of her room, simplicity reigned supreme. A humble hay bed occupied one corner, its surface adorned with a few scattered blankets for comfort. Nearby, a weathered wooden box served as both storage and seating, its contents spilling over with an assortment of clothes in various states of disarray.

The walls, painted a soothing light blue, bore the marks of time and wear, with subtle rips and tears offering glimpses of the rough-hewn wooden structure beneath. Despite their humble appearance, the walls exuded a sense of warmth and familiarity, serving as a sanctuary in the midst of the abandoned theater.

Tucked away at the back of the room, a makeshift wooden door stood sentinel, its rough-hewn surface a stark contrast to the painted walls. Though simple in design, it offered a semblance of privacy and security in what appear to be another room maybe there was the bathroom.

With a sense of purpose, Kalliope entered her room, her gaze drifting over the contents of the wooden box as she rummaged through its contents in search of a suitable outfit for the day. As she prepared to face the impending question, she braced herself for the answering the question ahead, drawing strength from the quiet simplicity of her surroundings.

꒰ ❛ To be honest, I've never felt lonely in here, of course it's quite abandoned but I don't know, there's something here that doesn't make me feel alone ❜ ꒱

A soft giggle escaped Kalliope's lips, her words carrying a hint of truth even in the solitude of the abandoned theater. Despite the emptiness that surrounded her, there lingered a palpable sense of comfort, as if unseen guardians watched over her from the shadows.

There was a certain mystique to the theater, a whispered promise of protection woven into the very fabric of its existence. Perhaps it was the echoes of performances past, or the lingering presence of those who had once graced its stage, that lent an air of reassurance to the desolate surroundings.

[asknerdyalastor]

The first sound to reach Alastor's ears was the distinct clatter of resin against resin, accompanied by the gentle creaking of each measured step. It was a familiar symphony to the person walking it, one that spoke of precision and artistry, yet perhaps strange and alien to those unaccustomed to such sights and sounds.

As the figure drew nearer, Alastor's suspicions were confirmed—the approaching woman was indeed an articulated doll, her striking burgundy hair and meticulously crafted resin skin leaving no doubt as to her nature. Every joint, every detail of her form, spoke of exquisite craftsmanship, a testament to the skill of her creator.

With a graceful bow that belied her artificial nature, Kalliope approached Alastor, her expression softened by a gentle smile. The tilt of her head bespoke a silent question, an invitation for interaction and engagement. In that moment, amidst the quiet reverence of the scene, she exuded a delicate charm, a poignant reminder of the beauty that could be found in even the most unexpected of encounters.

꒰ ❛ hello there mr alastor my name is Kalliope is nice to meet you ❜ ꒱

@colorsinsideofhell

[Alastor tilts his head slightly, studying her. He's trying to figure out if he should consider her a threat or not. Perhaps not]

"Good evening. Pleashure to be meeting you shweetheart, quite a pleashure. Yesh indeed it'sh nice to meet you ash well. I must shay, I've never met a doll before. Definitely not one that looksh like you. You're very unique."

[He nods his head in a greeting as he speaks. He's unsure on what to do or say, having no clue what could be considered rude or not to a doll like her. He's never seen a ball jointed doll before and is unsure on how to react]

"Very pretty ash well."

[colorsinsideofhell]

A warm smile graced Kalliope's lips as Alastor tilted his head inquisitively, his endearing lisp adding to his charm. Though she found his mannerisms adorable, she knew better than to express such sentiments openly. After all, Alastor's formidable power demanded a level of respect and formality that precluded casual familiarity.

A faint blush tinted Kalliope's cheeks as Alastor offered his compliment, her heart fluttering at the unexpected praise. With a soft giggle escaping her lips, she brought a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched him.

꒰ ❛ well thank you for your compliment sir, and yeah i know an sinner like me is pretty rare..ah do you want to feel my resin?❜ ꒱

With a gentle demeanor, Kalliope extended her arm towards Alastor, a warm smile gracing her features. As she stretched out her arm, she offered him a closer look at the intricate details of her joints, each one meticulously crafted to perfection. Her hands, in particular, captured his attention, their delicate form adorned with a unique design—a series of fox tails delicately drawn upon the surface.

With a subtle pride evident in her expression, Kalliope waited for alastor to examine the intricacies of her craftsmanship, her arm a canvas that bore witness to her skill and her own individuality. It was a gesture of openness and vulnerability, an invitation for him to appreciate the artistry that lay within her very being. And as she held her arm aloft, she awaited his reaction with a sense of quiet anticipation, curious to see how he would respond to the glimpse of her inner world.

@asknerdyalastor

[asknerdyalastor]

[Alastor seems confused by her. He's never met someone so calm around him after just meeting. He gazes at her arm finding the designs decorating it pretty. He lightly taps her hand seeming a bit startled at the sensation. His smile is a bit strained, eyes showing confusion and curiosity. One of his ears twitching slightly]

"interesting.. I believe dolls like you were invented after my time. What material are you made of? I don't think I've never seen a doll made out of anything except cloth."

[He continues studying her, simply just looking, not wanting to do any sort of physical contact. Occasionally his ears pin back before he calms down and they go back to normal. He's not good with new things, especially when they're something living that could attack at any moment. He doubts Kalliope would be dumb enough to attack an overlord but he's still prepared just incase]

[colorsinsideofhell]

As Alastor's fingers traced over her arm with a gentle touch, Kalliope couldn't help but smile in appreciation of his tenderness. Unlike the others she had encountered, he handled her with care, respecting the delicacy of her form rather than seeking to exploit it for perceived value.

A soft gasp threatened to escape her lips as she observed the endearing twitch of his ear, a small gesture that only added to his undeniable charm. With a quick clearing of her throat, Kalliope suppressed the urge to vocalize her delight, mindful of maintaining her composure in Alastor's presence.

With a thoughtful expression, she brought her hand close to her chin, her mind abuzz with contemplation. It was a rare moment of introspection amidst the bustling activity of the streets, a chance for her to ponder how exactly she would respond to him

꒰ ❛ well thank you darling...i am sorry sir i mean sir..and i think i am made out of clay with some type of very sturdy resin so i can stretch and fight but without breaking anything i have in me❜ ꒱

꒰ ❛Though I still have an interior underneath all this resin I can show you, but be forewarned it is a bit... odd❜ ꒱

[asknerdyalastor]

The first sound to reach Alastor's ears was the distinct clatter of resin against resin, accompanied by the gentle creaking of each measured step. It was a familiar symphony to the person walking it, one that spoke of precision and artistry, yet perhaps strange and alien to those unaccustomed to such sights and sounds.

As the figure drew nearer, Alastor's suspicions were confirmed—the approaching woman was indeed an articulated doll, her striking burgundy hair and meticulously crafted resin skin leaving no doubt as to her nature. Every joint, every detail of her form, spoke of exquisite craftsmanship, a testament to the skill of her creator.

With a graceful bow that belied her artificial nature, Kalliope approached Alastor, her expression softened by a gentle smile. The tilt of her head bespoke a silent question, an invitation for interaction and engagement. In that moment, amidst the quiet reverence of the scene, she exuded a delicate charm, a poignant reminder of the beauty that could be found in even the most unexpected of encounters.

꒰ ❛ hello there mr alastor my name is Kalliope is nice to meet you ❜ ꒱

@colorsinsideofhell

[Alastor tilts his head slightly, studying her. He's trying to figure out if he should consider her a threat or not. Perhaps not]

"Good evening. Pleashure to be meeting you shweetheart, quite a pleashure. Yesh indeed it'sh nice to meet you ash well. I must shay, I've never met a doll before. Definitely not one that looksh like you. You're very unique."

[He nods his head in a greeting as he speaks. He's unsure on what to do or say, having no clue what could be considered rude or not to a doll like her. He's never seen a ball jointed doll before and is unsure on how to react]

"Very pretty ash well."

[colorsinsideofhell]

A warm smile graced Kalliope's lips as Alastor tilted his head inquisitively, his endearing lisp adding to his charm. Though she found his mannerisms adorable, she knew better than to express such sentiments openly. After all, Alastor's formidable power demanded a level of respect and formality that precluded casual familiarity.

A faint blush tinted Kalliope's cheeks as Alastor offered his compliment, her heart fluttering at the unexpected praise. With a soft giggle escaping her lips, she brought a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched him.

꒰ ❛ well thank you for your compliment sir, and yeah i know an sinner like me is pretty rare..ah do you want to feel my resin?❜ ꒱

With a gentle demeanor, Kalliope extended her arm towards Alastor, a warm smile gracing her features. As she stretched out her arm, she offered him a closer look at the intricate details of her joints, each one meticulously crafted to perfection. Her hands, in particular, captured his attention, their delicate form adorned with a unique design—a series of fox tails delicately drawn upon the surface.

With a subtle pride evident in her expression, Kalliope waited for alastor to examine the intricacies of her craftsmanship, her arm a canvas that bore witness to her skill and her own individuality. It was a gesture of openness and vulnerability, an invitation for him to appreciate the artistry that lay within her very being. And as she held her arm aloft, she awaited his reaction with a sense of quiet anticipation, curious to see how he would respond to the glimpse of her inner world.

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&&. CHAOS BE UPON YE. (part one.)

(a collection of out-of-context things both of the mods have said.)

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💖 song lyric prompts! 💖

a collection of dialogue prompts taken from lyrics to various songs! mostly vocaloid and nerdcore, as per the mun’s taste. don’t add to this list, as there will surely be a part II.

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“I’m just better. What else can I say to you?”

“Misery loves company, baby.”

“This is the type of sin they pray about.”

“Why do I do this to myself?”

“I am not in the body that was meant for me.”

“It’s rude to stare.”

“You’ll regret ever forgetting about me.”

“Please don’t think of me forever in the wrong way.”

“Sometimes, I write you letters that you’ll never read.”

“Can’t use a knife or razor to cut it out.”

“It should’ve been me.”

“You should’ve picked me from the start.”

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?”

“All I wanted was to be free.”

“All I wanted was to be queen.”

“I’m too worthless to return to playing such a harmful role again.”

“Eventually, I’ll become the pain that everyone’s abetted.”

“If you ever die, what will your memory start looking like?”

“That’s the way it is, remember?”

“And at last, I am here.”

“Don’t tempt me to fall into your dreams.”

“Dry words are empty, yet lay a trap so sweet.”

“I’m holding out for karma.”

“I’m holding out to watch you burn.”

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TRUST LOVE.

prompts based on lyrics from the rwby soundtrack. songs from volumes 1-9 will be present. feel free to adjust as necessary!!

" this will be the day you waited for. "

" your world needs a great defender. "

" you want a romantic life, a fairytale that's full of charm. "

" red like roses fills my dreams. "

" i didn't have a choice, i did what i had to do. "

" but baby, please don't do what i did. "

" would i change it if i could? "

" it's your blood that's red like roses. "

" tell me, who's the loneliest of all? "

" tell me, can a heart be turned to stone? "

" the embers that remain will light the fuse of condemnation. "

" this is not a tragedy. "

" you placed your faith in fools, and now you'll smother in lament. "

" we can't just cling to childish things. "

" i had one thing, and you've taken it from me. "

" i am not your pet, not another thing you own. "

" i was not born guilty of your crimes. "

" this life is mine. "

" all things must die. "

" now it's time to say goodbye. "

" who do you see there in the darkness? "

" the triumph will be ours! "

" let's just live. "

" trust love. "

" you don't have to dream, your life's a masterpiece. "

" a new me, i'm ready, but who will i find? "

" i'll be lionized. "

" the goal of a savior is not to be lionized. "

" were we born to live and die? "

" i won't stay a martyr. "

" it's my turn to take back what you stole. "

" if it's war that you want, then you got it. "

" if it's pain, well, i brought what you need. "

" just like you to take the coward's way out. "

" this diatribe's your victory, no doubt. "

" do hugs always make you feel this warm? "

" my wish came true the day that you appeared. "

" but i found that humanity came with sacrifice. "

" it was worth it to know you. "