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selective indie rp & ask sideblog for Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel || multiverse and multiship || non rp blogs dni || 18+ content || mun is 30+|| follows from @bossblitzy
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”𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖌 𝖇🍎𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋!"
Hah. Between this blog, Blitzo (bossblitzy) and Stolas (lankybirdy) I guess I found my rp sweet spot:
✨ Dads Doing Their Best ✨
I have three deadlines and a cold, so taking a few days to deal with that.
Shorty McShort, King of Hell and High Boots, Lord of the Goofballs, will be back momentarily.
Take care 💛
Happy Valentine's Day, all!
Or Glad Alla Hjärtans Dag, as we say in Sweden. Happy All Heart's Day. I like that. It's not just for couples, not just romantic love. It's just love. All hearts. Anyway, I wish you all lots and lots and lots of love.
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A Dance With the Devil
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|| selective indie rp sideblog for Rosie from Hazbin Hotel || || 18+ content || follows from bossblitzy ||
valentine’s inbox memes ♡ a series of action prompts to celebrate the valentine’s holiday. feel free to change anything as needed. happy writing!
my muse = the receiver’s muse, your muse = the asker’s muse
[ be my valentine ] to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine
[ ring in a box ] to propose to my muse
[ box of chocolates ] to give my muse a box of chocolates
[ romantic song ] to serenade my muse with a romantic song
[ flowers ] to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers
[ smooches ] to kiss my muse on the lips
[ cheek kiss ] to kiss my muse on the cheek
[ lingerie ] to gift my muse sexy lingerie
[ dinner ] to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner
[ breakfast ] to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed
[ confession ] to confess romantic feelings to my muse
[ love letter ] to give my muse a love letter
[ chefs kiss ] to cook my muse their favourite meal
[ oversized teddy ] to gift my muse a giant teddy bear
[ cheesy ] to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line (bonus if you include the line)
[ chocolate strawberries ] to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries
[ rom com ] to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse
[ jealousy ] to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine
[ bake off ] to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off
[ slow dance ] to slow dance with my muse
[ bubble bath ] to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse
[ rose petals ] to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse
I need people to know that this is my favourite 3 seconds of the entire show
→ BE MY VALENTINE!
prompts to celebrate valentine’s day, with options for romantic or platonic. even the enemies can have some valentine’s fun. ‘my muse’ meaning receiver’s muse! can also reverse if you’d like.
🌷 to kiss my muse
💖 to confess attraction to my muse
🍫 to give my muse a box of chocolates
🌹 to give my muse flowers
🧸 to give my muse a giant teddy bear
🍷 to invite my muse to dinner
✨ to go stargazing with my muse
☕ for our muses to have coffee together
🌈 for our muses to dance together
🌼 for my muse to compliment your muse
🥀 for my muse to confess a secret
🍒 for your muse to tie a cherry stem with their tongue
🦢 for my muse to talk about someone they love
🔪 for my muse to threaten your muse
🖤 for my muse to reject your muse
— ♥ —
“Be my valentine?”
“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?”
“Darling, you’re the one I want.”
“This is no time for confessing.“
“You know, darling, you bring out the worst in me.”
“If you’re free tonight, maybe we could spend some time together.”
“I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”
“I hate Valentine’s Day.”
“I love you— ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
“You have my whole heart.”
“I hope I never lose you.”
“All the good in me is because of you.“
“If I could give you the moon, I would.”
“Eat your heart out.”
“We both have our rabid hearts.”
“I thought maybe we would kiss tonight.”
“You’re not the person I wanted to see today.”
“I love everybody because I love you.”
“Do you want company?”
“Nobody fucks me like me.”
“Can we always be this close?”
“Please don’t say you love me.”
“I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden.”
Niffty’s new hobby
Lucifer just agreed to adopt three cherubs while Heaven is busy doing the apparently massive amount of admin for their return.
In his experience it could take fucking ages.
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Well this was a welcomed surprise. She had no ill feelings towards her Fallen brother, unlike the others. She offered a smile. "I'm glad to see you are well." She said, blinking when he brought up the Cherubs.
She rubbed the back of her head. "I'm trying to sort through that now actually. I was away when the Head Cherub made the decision and kicked them out." She grimaced. "I've been trying to over turn it to allow them back, but you know how Sera is." She rolled her eyes. "The stuck up bitch." She grumbled.
"I hate to ask, but could you or Charlie take care of them until I get things sorted?" She pleaded. "I know they'd be safe with you and your family and they're really good Cherubs!"
"Mhmm, yeah, tell me about it", he said, unable to keep a hint of bitterness out of his voice. "Once you're out, you're not getting back in."
The cherubs might, since they were likely devastated and oh so sorry about their sins. Lucifer had never been remorseful, and he still wasn't. Heaven, in all its shiny glory, held no appeal for him.
A polished turd is still a turd.
But he didn't voice the thought, only smiled and made a show of studying his claws while casting a furtive glance towards his former sister.
"Oh don't worry, I'll take care of them." He feigned a thoughtful look. "I haven't been around cherubs for such a long time, so you'll have to remind me. Do I have to spay and neuter them, ooor..?"
She gave a sigh of relief. She trusted her brother to keep his word. She picked up on the bitterness in his voice, her heart squeezing in her chest. She had tried and tried to have his Exile revoked so he could come back, but she had been shut down multiple times.
Her eyebrow raised at his question and snorted, figuring out quickly he was kidding. "No. You're thinking of Adam. He's the one that needs to be neutered." She rolled her eyes before giggling. Yeah she hated Adam as much as anyone else that had a sane mind would.
"Hah! Ahaha! Fucking right he does." His snickering turns into outright guffaws that trails into a happy sigh. "I've missed you. Let me know when - I mean IF of course ahaha - you Fall. With shitheads like Adam making decisions you never know. Anyway, I'll always have a spare room for you."
The thought of Adam getting neutered made him positively giddy.
👗 (from @fancyrubberducky)
Per Charlie's orders, she wanted to celebrate Valentines Day. This not only includes making cards and sending flowers to a chosen guest at the Hotel, but to dress up for the occasion.
Someone please end him.
He's dressed up in his best; black and red suit, ruffled shirt poking out with a back flower in his front pocket. He had his hair up in a pony tail thought it was still messy. He supposed this looked romantic right?
He supposed whatever he did worked, because the next thing he knew Lucifer was giving him a compliment. "Oh~ Giving compliments now? That must have took a lot for you to admit~" He leaned down to meet the other at eye level, "....Well well, I'm not the only one looking ravishing today. Did Charlie make you dress up as well?"
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Really! I'm not that short.
He bristles inwardly, glaring daggers at the smiling face so close to his own. Slightly mollified by the compliment, he relaxes a bit and tugs at the bottom of his jacket.
"As a matter of fact, they both did. Her and Maggie." He stabs his fingers through his hair, feeling naked without his usual accessories. "Who is Mr. Darcy and why the fuck can't he have a hat?"
He casts another furtive glance at Alastor's outfit. It really did the job.
"This holiday is an absolute shit show, even on Earth. Do you know what the girls have planned? If it's called spin the bottle, I swear I'll turn myself into a snake."
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Soft Intimacy Meme || @voodoodaaddy || accepting 🍙 - Bring my muse something to eat
With everything that had happened, Lucifer considered it only sensible to move into the hotel - temporarily of course - to keep an eye on things. Charlie was much more vulnerable than he could have ever imagined. And he didn't trust Heaven not to launch another attack. While a second Extermination was a new thing, resisting one was unheard of, and while he was very proud of his daughter there was no telling how Heaven would react.
Historically, the agents of Heaven did not take opposition well.
He moved most of his workshop into his rooms, and lost himself in the process of creation. This would be the safest place in Hell-
How much time passed, he didn't know. Hours, certainly. Perhaps even days.
Then a peculiar scent filled the room. Spicy and delicious. He blinked, once more feeling the aches of his body - particularly in his empty stomach. He turned and there HE was, with a plate of something that smelled absolutely mouth-watering.
"What's that..?"
With the possibly of new threats that lurked about, Alastor did his best to appease Charlie's wishes. That being a good little sinner who stops attempting to harass her father. Even though it's clear that Lucifer starts it.
Well to be fair, it's more so Alastor then the King, but sometimes the feather duster deserved it.
Either way with their rooms set apart on opposite sides of the hotel and busying themselves with their own tasks, one would think it's fair to say they have not been at each other's throats as much.
So of course, the Princess gives him the task to send up food to her father. Apparently, the man forgets to even eat. Lost in whatever silly work he was doing.
Which brings him here, a tray in hand, on top of it a bowl of spicy Jambalaya---yes, he cooked it---with some iced tea. "Your daughter was growing concerned about you. So, she thought you would enjoy some din---...why the hell are there so many ducks in this room?" He finally took in the disaster. It's kind of unnerving with all their beady little eyes looking at him.
"You like them?" he says with feverish enthusiasm, gesturing to the small rubber ducks meticulously lined up on the shelves. One of them has real teeth. "It's just a small selection of... of..." It dawns on him that there's no appreciation in the other's voice. "I have a lot more at home. Ah..." Not quite the defense he meant for it to be. "What we need is a proper army, and Heaven wouldn't dare to attack!"
Nailed it.
He waves off the concern.
"Oh, Charlie shouldn't be worried, she knows what I'm like." His memory supplies him with a pair of large, concerned eyes, roughly at knee height, and he rubs his neck awkwardly. "S'pose I ought to take a break. Go down and talk to her."
He peers at the tray. It really does smell delicious. Something occurs to him just then, and he knit his brows.
"Is that.. do you cook?"
"Yes round. You have the roundest head I've ever seen on any individual. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I image it's like kissing a squishy, fluffy, ball with sharp teeth."
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"..!!!"
The squishy, fluffy ball with sharp teeth practically levitated with indignation. Even Adam with all his insults hadn't been able to provoke him like this. Because this demon, this sinner, had the absolute nerve to make him sound as harmless as a squeaky toy.
Then one word filtered through his bruised ego and turned his attention in a different direction.
"Well, then." He closed the distance between them, craning his neck to look up at Alastor. His sharp voice softened slightly as he continued: "Why don't you get down here and give it a try."
Then, under his breath, because he couldn't help himself:
"You really are ridiculously tall."
if there was a record player going, Alastor's would make that loud screeching halt.
Oh how did--what was happening now?
Oh.
Was the King of Hell getting closer, looking up to him like a mischievous looking feather head?
The sound of radio stations can be heard switching back and forth as his brain disconnects momentarily to try and process what is going on. He didn't expect his. Not at all.
Guess he found out what happens if he continues to poke the bear.
Alright, he can play chicken. That's what this surely is.
He obliges, leaning down where his face is just a hair away from Lucifers. "You know, I bet you just like tall people. There's no other reason I can imagine you chose to have this short form. IF I could guess, you just want someone to pick you up and kiss you. Perhaps even manhandle you a little."
He picks up on the hesitation, however brief, and lets it settle like balm over his nerves. In a few moments his bravado will be spent, so he really ought to make the most of it.
It's an unexpected thrill to have Alastor so close. The last time their faces were so close, he was blinded by rivalry, so incensed that he neither noticed how dangerous the demon was, nor the appeal of him. Now? He can't recall ever seeing eyes this deeply red. His senses picks up on other things, annoying little details, like the impertinent shape of his nose, or his soft ears -really? He has the nerve to call him fluffy?
Even the needling words seem designed to dare him to do something. The sly insinuations make his face heat up. Being manhandled, well, he doesn't dislike it, as it were, with the right person, quite the contrary - the thought makes him shiver.
He huffs a short tremble of a laugh, and has to close his eyes for a moment to gather himself.
"If your arms are tired, I can make do", he murmurs and lets his cheeky smile drop as he closes the last of the distance, slowly brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss. But then, Lucifer always has been far too gentle for Hell.
Oh, oh no Lucifer's not backing down. Not a bit. He took The Radio Demon's challenge and is throwing it back in his face. Alastor couldn't back down either. Not by a long shot.
Those red eyes grow wider and wider---he smells like popcorn or candy apples from here---the closer he got. Why does he have to have such a stupidly cute face. So round and kissable.
Alastor doesn't kiss people. Ever. But he's just allowing this to happen as the King goes in for it. Alastor's own expression starts losing its bite to it, softening uncharacteristically.
If one would think what a kiss form Lucifer would be like, they may imagine rough and passionate, but no, it's surprisingly sweet. Soft and tender. The kind that makes legs grow weak and a demon's old dead, heart, all the flutter.
At first, he doesn't do anything. He tests out the press of lips to his...soft and sweet. He seemed to snap out of it, pressing back in kind. The back of his throat making a happy noise he will definitely deny later.
Just because he can't help himself, he lets one of his teeth graze along his bottom lip before giving a small bite.
A shaky inhale, soft and shocked. The sting from the bite doesn't steal anything from the pleasure; it adds to it, feeds into it. He knows it broke skin, the sensation is too sharp and raw to be anything else, and as if to prove him right he can feel golden beads swell and break between their lips.
It is gentle, considering their earlier animosity, and why does that make his heart twist?
He wonders briefly if the blood will bother Alastor. The flavor of his angelic blood is as bitingly sweet as liquor, and just as heady - he knows it well, after all he didn't Fall without a fight. The thought is fleeting, teasing just a hint of unpleasant memories. He curls his fingers in the lapels of the red jacket, anchoring himself in the present.
Some part of him is still hissing, panicking over this thoroughly unexpected turn of events, but he has only himself to blame and that's enough to send the prideful part of him to sulk in a corner, ready to dole out well-deserved self-loathing as soon as the moment turns sour.
But not yet. Not when Alastor made a sound that shut down all Lucifer's thoughts, and he can't help but respond with one of his own, a small, appreciate huff.
Who would have thought he would get an opportunity to share his breath with the King of Hell. His responses get a rise of the Stag. With each hitch of breath, it encourages him to continue and get a bolder with his actions.
So he slips his tongue out, lapping up the stray blood from his bottom lip, savoring the taste for the first time. It's different. Sweet and heady. Like the most expensive Liquor he's ever had. If he drank to much he wondered if he could get drunk off it. The moment he swallowed he could feel himself grow hotter. Maybe it's all that power in this small package. It certainty packs a punch.
Embarrassment be damned, this could be their little secret. Nothing wrong with curiosity he supposed. He won't deny that the other is, well, adorable. Delicious even. There's a fire there, that much is evident. Something about that draws Alastor in easily enough.
"Your blood is exquisite." He purred, an undertone of soft static crackling. "May i bite you? May I taste you again? I promise I'll be gentle....unless you like it rough."
"I, uh..."
He grapples with reality as soon as their lips part - what the fuck am I doing - but whatever this is, whatever they're doing, is far more intoxicating than it's got any right to be.
Alastor's words provoke a flutter of nervousness that makes him bristle. He's the most powerful being in Hell, damn it - literally - and he's got nothing to fear from this, this... lanky... street performer-! Not fair, he has to admit, if only to himself. An image flashes by, a recent memory of Alastor devouring demons outside the hotel. Much more powerful than he'd expected. Even now he can feel it in the air, in the crackle of static in his voice.
It shouldn't make him want to bare his neck. Such a stupid, dangerous impulse.
- one heartbeat, then another-
"Yes," he breathed. Because the thought of having fabric chafe against a raw bite mark sent a flush of heat rising on his neck.
And then cheekily added, because his nature didn't allow for a meek surrender - not one that lasted anyway: "Better make the bite count. The next time you'll have to fight me for it."
Tsk tsk, making out with Alastor in front of your ducks. How scandalous!
"Fffffffuck. Listen duckies, when two demons hate each other very much..."
Shit, he forgot about the ducks.
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