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[] I may be taking a break already

[] I got sucked into a Zimvoid Server

[] When I come back I may add my Ninja AU Zim to the roster

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[] He’s got four on his head alone

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[] Drawing Aether is a nightmare

[] This bitch has too many wings

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🖊 - Honeymoon :P

Honey is one of my favorite OCs to portray. He's confident and snarky, though that snark tend to get him in trouble a lot. But even then he tends to hold on to his attitude.

When he's nervous, he tends to talk a LOT, usually digging himself into deeper and deeper holes.

He's very playful and a bit of a romantic, though he does suppress those parts of him due to his profession, feeling that the 'sappy shit' gets in the way of making money.

He doesn't believe in making money for someone else, so he doesn't have a pimp and thinks that whores that do have pimps are suckers and selling themselves short.

He loves disgusting greasy foods and horrible sugary drinks.

On days off, which are rare for him, you can usually find him shopping.

He has a pet Koi Fishfrog named Squish.

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[] I woke up at 930a this morning

[] And thought that a little more sleep couldn’t hurt

[] And now it’s 5p

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[] My OC height chart and refs is turning out well

[] Might redraw the two on the end

[] One of these things is not like the others

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--{ @hellizens }-- CLOSED STARTER ; VOX

The young angel had been told to stay out of Hell. Only the executioners were allowed there and only during the Extermination Day once a year. But Aetheriel was a curious little creature, and with his heavenly siblings mostly ignoring him, he decided to do a little exploring. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? He figured most demons would be too frightened of him to approach him.

He might as well start he exploration at the top; The Pride Ring. Now where exactly in the ring was he? Well, he certainly didn’t know, but he was sure he’d figure that out. He kept his many wings folded down as he walked along the sidewalk, wonder in his eyes. It was very different than Heaven.

And, as he thought, every demon; sinner and hellborn alike, that he’d come across had quickly gone in a direction far away from him.

Voxtagram was going absolutely buck-wild. Blurry, rushed pictures of an angel being posted by several users, hundreds of comments flooding in on each post. Of course Aether was completely oblivious to such things. Instead he found himself enamored by a glass window with a great number of TV screens behind it, playing what appeared to be a news channel.

He stood there, watching the screens and playing with one of his wings that had wrapped in front of him.

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--{ @bxrdofprxy​ }-- CLOSED STARTER

It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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His grin faded a bit. This guy was either really stupid or really trying to get on his nerves. Tapping his fingers on the table he looked at his food after it had been set in front of him. Less thinking more eating. He didn’t waste any time, digging into his burger with a satisfied hum. Bar food was always good, but this was probably some of the best he’s had.

“Ahh~ Good food too! My, this place certainly is making an impression.” There was no flirt this time, he didn’t have the patience for subtlety. Another sip of his now almost empty drink and a mouthful of fries. Oh man, had he suddenly been redeemed and gone to heaven?

“It’s not too hard for me to have a good day, really. Besides, frowning is so terribly ugly-- I’d never get any work if I walked around sulking all the time.”

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--{ @bxrdofprxy​ }-- CLOSED STARTER

It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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“Chatty? Hmmm, not usually. Well, not without being paid. Suppose I’m in a good mood today.” He chuckled, ever so slightly alluding to his profession. Continuing to sip as his drink, he decided to believe they were just a bit oblivious, it was far better than thinking they had simply ignored his flirting.

“My day has been spectacular so far. I’ve finally found a bar that doesn’t water down their drinks to high hell~” Wow, a compliment, Honey really IS in a good mood. Not that they’d know anything about his usual temperament.

“Now, I’m not one to gossip unless their money involved, darling-- And it usually takes a lot to get my lips to do anything~“ He gave a little wink and sipped at his drink again.

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It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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He chuckled a bit at the show they put on, how quaint. Oh~ An orange slice, how fancy. He picked up the drink and took a sip. Mmh~ And it wasn’t too weak either. “And no skimping on the liquor, impressive. I think I’ll have a burger and the seasoned fries.” He’d noted the healthy options, but he wasn’t in the mood for that. He wanted something loaded with grease and carbs. And a burger sounded just right.

“So then, how long has this place been open?” Time to find out just how unobservant he’s been. Satisfied with his order, he set the pamphlet aside and tended to his drink.

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Giving a little nod of his head. writing that down before the paper in his hand vanished with a lil flame spark! 

“Hm? ah you new around here?? place has been open for..” he hummed. rubbing his chin as if to think about it. “ 9 years now? I opened the place as soon as I could” 

Nodding his head a little bit “ oh by the way. the name’s Ace. pleasure meeting ya.. what’s y’er name??” he asked. his ears twitching as he heard another call out for a drink and his hands started moving to make it all the while keeping full eye contact with them.

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Nine-- Nine years? So definitely a while after he died. But he really should have noticed this place before. Maybe he should start paying more attention to his surroundings. He was silent for a moment as he thought.

“Nine years... Oh well. No I died back in the 80′s, just before 1990. So I’m not exactly new here. I guess I just haven’t been paying attention. There are often so many other things on my mind. Honeymoon, but Honey is just fine, thank you.” He watched as they made the other drink, then smiled. Oh a perfect opportunity to flirt. “My~ You have such skilled fingers, don’t you~”

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--{ @bxrdofprxy​ }-- CLOSED STARTER

It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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He chuckled a bit at the show they put on, how quaint. Oh~ An orange slice, how fancy. He picked up the drink and took a sip. Mmh~ And it wasn’t too weak either. “And no skimping on the liquor, impressive. I think I’ll have a burger and the seasoned fries.” He’d noted the healthy options, but he wasn’t in the mood for that. He wanted something loaded with grease and carbs. And a burger sounded just right.

“So then, how long has this place been open?” Time to find out just how unobservant he’s been. Satisfied with his order, he set the pamphlet aside and tended to his drink.

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–{ @bxrdofprxy​ }– CLOSED STARTER

It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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It’d been just another run of the mill day for the young Magne. a slight smile on his face. just generally seeming to enjoy what he did which gave off this energy within the body of general enjoyment most the times. The deer was known for his skills that whipped up drinks at record speeds with great quality. 

Era’s perking up upon dearing the front door open. Ace glancing on over “ Hello there dear! Welcome to the Ace of Spades. how drunk can I get’cha??” he spoke out. it was his catch phrase in this place. and he said it … a lot. but he always said it in a chipper tone. 

Raising a brow as Ace simply nodded. and thumbed back to the board right above his head that listed off… a shit ton of drinks that they could get. “and if y’er of the near sighted” there was a colorful pamphlet placed onto the counter with all the drinks listed as well.

The Deer standing there with a smile on his face. wearing a red button-up shirt. the sleeves rolled up, a black vest with a tie. a pair of black dress pants and shoes. with his hair tied back into a long ponytail that reached his cute lil tail. 

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Well they certainly seemed pleasant. Though it is a given that is the best way to stay in business. It did always unnerve him ever so slightly though. Oh well. The sinner’s smile widened a bit as he looked at the board. Hmm, he really shouldn’t strain his eyes-- So instead he just grabbed one of the pamphlets and thumbed through it.

After a few moments he just settled on his favorite drink. “A screwdriver would be lovely, heavy on the screw.” Ah yes, a vodka and orange juice. He continued to look at the menu, eyeing over the food options. He was positively starving.

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--{ @bxrdofprxy​ }-- CLOSED STARTER

It wasn’t often Honey decided to take a day off. After all, less work meant less money. But every now and again he treated himself. Besides there was a bar he’d seen on one of his routes that he wanted to check. Honey actually couldn’t recall seeing it before, but maybe that was just him being unobservant. When feeling the stares of others on him, he tended to only focus on that.

Dressed down a bit, ergo slightly more covered than usual, he made his way into the establishment and looked around, giving a soft hum. Not a bad little place. His eyes fell on the bar and he licked his lips. Maybe this place would actually have some good drinks and not the watered down bullshit most other bars served.

The sinner made his way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He decided instantly that he liked this stool and from now on it would be the only place he’d sit in the bar. He gazed over at the bartender and gave a grin.

“Hey hot stuff~ Gotta menu I can look at?”

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Don’t mind him; he’s just carrying his blood-soaked laundry to the hotel’s washroom so he can toss them in. Right now, he’s wearing a simple white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black suspenders, black pants, and a black bowtie; still very classy, which fits him perfectly.

His clothes are tossed in the washer before he leans his hands on the edge of the machine and stares at the controls, wondering how in Hell to get it started.

Sigh. 

Maybe he should just wash them by hand...

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Honeymoon noted the smell and chuckled a bit as he began to add his own clothing to another washer.”Hydrogen Peroxide... If your clothes are still stained after the wash just soak them in some of that. Gets blood out completely.”

The sinner gave a soft hum just kind dumped a bit of detergent in straight from the jug. A real pro, huh? He then grabbed a different bottle and poured a small amount into a little compartment to the side.

“Honeymoon, by the way, though Honey is fine.”

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[] I suspected, trying to draw icons is making me anxious--

[] So Icons will not be a thing on my blog

[] But I will post art of my OCs when I draw them

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Don’t mind him; he’s just carrying his blood-soaked laundry to the hotel’s washroom so he can toss them in. Right now, he’s wearing a simple white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black suspenders, black pants, and a black bowtie; still very classy, which fits him perfectly.

His clothes are tossed in the washer before he leans his hands on the edge of the machine and stares at the controls, wondering how in Hell to get it started.

Sigh. 

Maybe he should just wash them by hand...

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”By hand~? My aren’t you old fashioned. You know, usually I’d charge for the privilege of even speaking to me-- But I’ll help you out for free this time.” He teased the radio demon as he walked over, setting his own clothes on to of another washer. The tiny sinner leaned over the washer and pointed out the buttons.

“This one is how hot or cold you want the water, this one is how long you want to wash for, this one is for if you added fabric softener, and this one is the power~” He chuckled a bit once he finished his little lesson in how to use the washer.

“And do be careful not to use too much detergent. Otherwise we’ll have a sudsy mess on our hands.”