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This is a multimuse RP blog for canon, alternate universe, crossover, & original characters from / set in the universe of Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss. I’m mostly canon compliant, but I do love adding my own flare to my muses. OC and multiverse friendly.
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What Does Your Soul Smell Like?
Freshly Baked Bread
key words: warm, inviting, kindness. you are the definition of cooking as a loved language and are at your strongest when creating something. others find you soothing to be around and feel at ease due to your genuine warmth and nurturing nature. you can be a mix of gentle and passionate, but it's that intensity that lives at the centre of your spirit that draws people to you most. compatible with: candle smoke, coffee, rosewater.
(( Baby meme baked fresh this morning! ))
Hiatus until further notice.
what creature lies in your soul?
ghost.
You are a shell of who you once were. A walking tragedy, you haunt the places you wander... Hoping to find the shreds of your soul you have long since lost.
The past few days had been a hurricane of trying to make sure that both of the parents to be didn’t have to fuss over the decorations and the setting up and the food and- In short, he’d made as sure as he could that the baby shower was as stress free for Cal and Buck as possible. He’d whittled about a million little deer and strung them up around the living room, some sunflowers carefully positioned in a vase to give off some added brightness. He’d found a folding table somewheres and has it stationed off to the side of where he’s figuring Buck will want to sit, make the gifts easy to reach. There’s a handmade banner that says Congrats on the Fawn! The handwriting’s a little shaky but clearly he’d done his best, the golden words standing out against the deep burgundy of the sash they’re written on. There’s a stack of bingo cards in black and gold that look blank save for the free space, the instructions saying to fill out the blanks with what you think the gifts will be. There’s balloons clustered around the folding table and around the small table that has finger foods on it, and honestly he feels like he could have done a much better job, had this not happened during the holidays and also his season. He’s beaming brightly and looking nervous as he shows the completed set up to Cal and Buck hoping for approval in the brief moments before the shower officially begins. Mentioned: @smiledotdeer @concubuck
We’re doing quizzes? Here have this.
And with much thanks to @ruskeptical Beau finally has a ref sheet.
The last thing he remembers from last night is taking a sip of some very colorful punch. If someone could fill him in on what happened after the punch, that'd be great, he's slipping into the kitchen in search of coffee, yawning, and mumbling good morning, "That punch was really strong last night. I barely even had a sip and forget three sheets to the wind the sheet was completely gone with the wind."
Cal always makes food for the holidays—and by god did he deliver!
After what can only presumed to be hours of cooking, he’s got a rather extensive feast set up for whoever might be interested to enjoy. Don’t worry; there’s enough for everyone.
Let’s have a look-see at what he’s made, shall we?
New Orleans Gumbo, Chicken Pasta, Red Beans and Rice, Shrimp and Grits, Jambalaya, Smothered Chicken, Louisiana Deviled Crab Cakes, Smothered Cabbage and Potatoes, Cajun-Style Fried Deviled Eggs, a spicy dipping sauce, Corn Maque Choux, Boudin Balls, Dirty Rice, Black-Eyed Peas, Potato Salad, Oven Roasted Sweet Potato Wedges, and even some Pineapple and Coconut Cake for dessert (despite his sugar allergy)!
(For those that were around last year: yes, this IS the same menu.)
Of course he invites those closest to him. That’s what Thanksgiving is all about: spending it with friends and family! ( This includes: @concubuck @dementedstatic @deerly-beloveded @alastorous-disaterous @shika-the-satyr @phisaya @remnantsouls (for Able and Esther), @a-hazbin-spider, @furby-organist, @rosiesemporium, and @hazbinbargainbin (for Dan and Ang)! If anyone else feels like they should have been invited but I forgot to mention you, please let me know! )
He’d made sugar-free pecan cobbler, subbing the sugar for honey in hopes that Cal could enjoy a dessert. He’d also stuffed his face with all the offerings, whilst sitting crosslegged on Cal’s living room floor. He’d preferred the floor to sitting on a chair or at the table, and the floor was perfectly situated for him to be involved but still out of the way enough in case he started babbling off and people didn’t wanna hear him. When Buck takes that first glass of rainbow looking drink with no issues, he decides that it must be just regular punch, he hadn’t caught Shika’s look, or noticed that Cal had disappeared after him into the kitchen, and he’s getting up, peering at the “punch” with interest, cocking his head to the side, he’d only had some water and with the inclusion of Angel’s tea, well now he had tea to drink, that’s delightful. He finishes off his glass of tea, approaches the bowl of Satyr’s Brew, gives it another look, “Can I have a glass?” He was an absolute lightweight, but the group here was all friends and well he’d like to think family. So no need for tears from being drunk, they’d probably just enjoy him being goofy. Give him a tiny sip sip of the potent beverage, he doesn’t need more than maybe a thimble.
smiledotdeer:
“It’s okay.” [ He’s letting his hands wander now that he’s gotten Beau’s trousers off, and once his fingers find the slit tucked between his legs, Cal lets out what sounds like a half laugh and half moan of relief. ] “Hah! You have both! Ohhhh, I am going to ruin you, Beau…”
[ Those two words are rumbled out as both hands grip tightly at Beau’s backside. Then, in a flash, he’s teleported them both onto his bed, with Beau straddling his hips while he lays on his back. ] “But first, how about you take things at your own pace? Make yourself comfortable, get used to how I feel inside you…”
[ As if to provide extra incentive, Cal glances down and wraps his right hand’s fingers around Beau’s erection so he can start pumping it slowly. His own is currently throbbing against his alternate’s backside as he sits on it. ] “…and we can go from there.”
Those fingers gliding over his slit make him whimper and then those words are making him shudder, oh how he wanted to be ruined. He’d never really understood the appeal of utter ruination in this way, but he’s starting to get it. His tongue lolling out of his mouth as he rocks almost teasingly against that throbbing length, “Mmmhm...you feel big and hot...” And then there’s a soft bleat as he finally sinks himself down onto Cal, “Oh...you are big.” His own length is slender and long, a few tendrils flicking around the base, and he’s throbbing already in that grip. He looks a bit debauched and they’re only just beginning. Hell, he hasn’t even started moving on Cal, he’s just enjoying the feel of fullness.
smiledotdeer:
“You need me? Hah…the feeling’s mutual then.”
[ Cal leans his head down so he can drag that lengthy black tongue over the bite he’d left behind, and both hands slide down Beau’s sides until he reaches the top of his pants…which he begins to undo so he can slide them off. ]
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
There’s a low whine of need at the drag of that tongue over his shoulder, his head tips back to offer up his neck and that bitten shoulder. Hands gripping to Cal as he trembles, “I may not be very good...I haven’t done this much.” No denying he was hard, and beneathand behind that decent sized length, there’s a much more evident excitement, folds that are already near dripping, “But but I want to with you. I need you...it feels almost like a burning?” He’s clearly trying to assure the taller he’s not gonna chicken out this time, “Wha-what do you want me to do to help? I uh I could undo yours I guess.” Hands lower from his sides to fumble with the pants, head still tipped back to offer up that neck and shoulder for either more bites or licks, whatever he was given he’d enjoy.
Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts
tws apply: grief/fear for someone’s life, mention of injuries, unconsciousness, hospitals, comas, mention of involuntary drugging. that’s the general vibe.
WORDS
“Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.”
“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”
“This is going to hurt, but it will help you.”
“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”
“I found them, they’re over here!”
“Does anyone have medical training?”
“N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.”
“You can sleep, [name]. It’s over.”
“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“You were in an induced coma. Your body went through a lot.”
“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”
“[Name]? Was that - did you squeeze my hand?”
“It’s okay. It’s meant to be there, it’s helping you breathe.”
“Can you hear me?”
“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”
ACTIONS
[ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) body into their arms, in the style of no no no not them.
[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm.
[ WAITING ] for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospital bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery.
[ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for
[ TEARS ] for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospital), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying
[ GRIEF ] for receiver to wake up just as sender is saying goodbye, because the doctors told them to. feel free to specify what they might be saying. do not judge me, this is going in the meme
[ LETTER ] for sender to find a last letter, video, text, etc that receiver made for them, thinking they wouldn’t make it out of the situation alive. Obviously receiver does make it out alive, but the letter/video still exists (and receiver will detail what’s in it).
[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.
“ i’d cut my heart out and place it in your hands if it would prove my devotion to you. ”
What? Where was this coming from? Angel had been the one trying to prove something. Trying to apologize for a mistake. It causes him to slowly peek his head up from a bowed head. And to move Alastor’s hands to cover that heart.
“You shouldn’t. N’besides. I think I like it better in here. Why would you wanna… devote t’me anyway?” He asks slowly, his tone level if not slightly confused.
He’s quiet for a moment, cocking his head to the side in confusion as his hands are moved, “...Why wouldn’t I? You’re one of my dearest friends, Angel and I care for you. I’d do anything for you, least of all give you the heart from my chest. You deserve care, and devotion. I worry for you.”
smiledotdeer:
[ He does let go without tearing a chunk out of Beau’s shoulder…but he’s immediately shoving him back against the wall of his bedroom afterwards, blood splattering against the wallpaper as he snarls in his alternate’s face with crimson lips and brightly glowing eyes. Uh oh? ]
“What are you doing to me? One moment you push me away, and the next you’re reeling me back in.” [ His voice is a low rumble as he stares into his mirror’s eyes, his grin threatening to split his face down the horizontal middle. ] “You don’t get to toss me back out to sea this time, though. I won’t allow it.”
[ One hand quickly reaches up to grab his antler so he can tug his head to the side and whisper directly into his ear. At the same time, he’s pressing himself chest to chest (and, inevitably, groin to groin) with his alternate, joining their bodies together tightly enough that he can feel each breath (and throb) he makes. ] “You might have caught me, my dear Beau…but I’m the one who’s closing and locking the lid.”
There’s a low hiss as that bite releases and then he’s slammed into the wall of the bedroom. His own mouth losing grip on the other’s arm, and just staring up at those lips and the blood dripping down Cal’s chin. He looks nearly hypnotized by the sight of those eyes and the crimson staining the other’s lips. That low rumble feels like it’s crawling up his back, and lighting every single nerve ablaze as the words process. Lips smeared with Cal’s blood open, close, open again as he tries to process how to answer the question, “I-I...Oh. I-I didn’t mean-” You don’t get to. I won’t allow it.
There’s a hand on his antler, and for a moment he wishes they were real so that he could be properly manhandled but he feels the give of the headband, makes his head tip in the proper direction, his ears flicking as that voice rumbles and whispers to him. There’s a soft bleat from the slightly shorter stag, and his eyes almost seem to glaze, and when there’s no space between them at all. There’s no hiding the hitch of need to his breathing or the throb and the wetness against the other’s groin, words nearly desperate, “Cal pleeeeaaaase. I need you.”
deerly-beloveded:
Oh! There’s teeth in him. Oh. Why does that feel nice? Well, he’ll sink his own chompers into Cal’s right upper arm. Give a playful shake of his head, maybe gnaw a bit. Try to ignore the flush he can feel from being bit. He likes the pressure and the sting. Can’t help but think of what would happen if either of them jerk back without letting loose. That would be bad? Maybe? But why does it fascinate him so.
Words a bit muffled around Cal’s arm, “Bite harder?”
[ Harder, he asks? That’s what he’ll get! Cal tightens his grip, sinking his teeth deeper into Beau’s shoulder until he’s completely embedded them in his tissue. He doesn’t pull away just yet, instead letting blood pool into his mouth and drip down his chin as he growls loudly at the reciprocation. ]
Oh. Oh deer. Oh dear. There's a noise that's something like a moan and a yelp as the pressure and sting grow stronger, but from the sound of his tail beating at his jacket it was definitely not from pain or a request to stop.
And then the growl hits his ears and oh boy. He'd always thought Cal was attractive and funny and caring but something about the low growl and the tight grip and the pressure and burn of the bite combined with the smell of blood and the musk of Cal. What blood isn't pooling in Cal's mouth and drooling down his chin might be heading south.
His own teeth gnaw a bit, careful not to sink too deep after all he'd asked for a harder bite but Cal hadn't and so he wouldn't dare go further without encouragement.
[ He’s biting, too, folks! ]
Oh! There's teeth in him. Oh. Why does that feel nice? Well, he'll sink his own chompers into Cal's right upper arm. Give a playful shake of his head, maybe gnaw a bit. Try to ignore the flush he can feel from being bit. He likes the pressure and the sting. Can't help but think of what would happen if either of them jerk back without letting loose. That would be bad? Maybe? But why does it fascinate him so.
Words a bit muffled around Cal's arm, "Bite harder?"
