👓 IF YOU THINK YOU'RE DEPRESSED, CHEER UP! IT'S SO EASY TO BE HAPPY.
Welcome to my 21+ rp blog for my hazbin oc, Dillon! He's a sideblog and follows back from @pimp-n-out. I wrote him a while ago but am now revamping him due to renewed interest with S2!
DESIGN NOTES | HEADCANON TAG | MEME TAG | RULES | PROMO
If you like pathetic men who hate themselves, you've come to the right place! ABOUT under the cut!
WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL HAVE DISCUSSIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF LOATHING, DEPRESSION, ALCOHOLISM, RISKY BEHAVIOR, ETC. PLEASE FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!! I DON'T MIND WRITING THE MORE SEXUALLY UPSETTING THEMES FROM THE SERIES SO, KEEP THAT IN MIND!!
(MUN IS AUTISTIC AND ADHD, AS SUCH I TEND TO MISS SOCIAL CUES AND WHAT IS OBVIOUS TO YOU IS NOT TO ME! PLEASE DON'T IMMEDIATELY ASSUME ILL WILL IF I MESS UP!!!)
👓 Dillon was a hard working accountant during the 80s. All he did was work, really. Promises of bonuses, of making it big, of Caribbean cruises and the like! Just finish this, just stay over time, just smile and nod and try not to breathe wrong in front of the bosses... even when the company changed hands, those promises remained. Over and over and over, Dillon kept his head down. He kept smiling. He kept working. Diligent Dillon, always putting in 110%!
👓 So it must have been a surprise when the police arrived at the scene: An entire floor of cubicles full of lifeless bodies, the CEO's office no exception. Inside, both the CEO and Dillon lay dead, in a puddle of blood pooling out from both of their heads. Diligent Dillon must have really, really wanted that vacation...
👓 Ending up in Hell was no surprise to him, other than to find out it was real. The other surprise that didn't last too long is that he ended up being an accountant. Again. Passed around by various overlords who needed him until they didn't. Diligent Dillon never complained, he kept his head down, he always smiled...
👓 He signed a deal with a certain radio demon who promised to give him a break from it all. No more working all the time, not unless summoned for it. Dillon took it in a heartbeat, and soon regretted everything. It seemed that when he wasn't in need of use, he didn't exist. Put away in some void of nothingness. He was nothing but a fleshy calculator.
👓 Eventually, the Radio Demon had no need for him anymore, and would pass his contract onto the Vees, anonymously. Dillon was almost screaming his gratitude to be able to work again, but within days he'd be back behind a desk. Crunching numbers. Working... working... working. Diligent Dillon never complains, always smiling.
"Dilly-dear," he remembered his name this time! "Do you remember what the budget is for the week? I need to know if I need to hide my purchases from Husker."
👓 "We're trying to cut down our spending on frivolous things, Sir. I'm not entirely sure HOW you are earning money, so... Our current weekly budget is 500 dollars. 250 for needs, 150 for wants and 100 for tucking away into savings."
👓 He's average, he's a twig, he's got a terrible personality, his dick is small, he masturbates to the thoughts of his bosses after work, and he has no self esteem! The total package!
👓 What DOESN'T he find attractive about Valentino at this point? "Um... This seems inappropriate for the workplace but um. I... I find the way you grab me without regard... So very attractive, Sir."
👓 Absolutely correct! And it's more than sometimes! The second he's in the presence of any of the Vees and they get mad around him, he's immediately quivering.
