oh, maker .

[heirhell]

── ˙⋆✮ { 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 } indie / private : a blog of extreme . canon divergency ( heavily operates under a headcanon based alternate universe insp. by multiple media ) for 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 '𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆' 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 from Hazbin Hotel.

⤷ ゛ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ -> 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 ₊ ⊹˚ | 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 ゛. ` 30+ . PST

TABLE OF CONTENTS ˚⟡˖ ࣪ { my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones. it keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me. }

𝐂 ˎˊ˗ -> RULES . ABOUT . HEADCANONS . PLAYLIST .

[heirhell]

I'll be working on relationship pages at some point since I got a few going and would love to add more after plotting with a few folks <3

[heirhell]

I feel like I got a lot done in terms of just cleaning this blog up so! That's all the tidying I'm going to do for today :')

[heirhell]

[heirhell]

★ ˎˊ˗ -> 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 .

── { 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 } ˙✮

NAME. Charlemagne Morningstar NICKNAME. Charlotte, Charlie TITLE(S).

The Unholy Trinity ( Apocalypse verse )

Trailblazer ( Equestrian Racer Title )

AGE. 1000+ ( appearance in her early 20s ) GENDER. cis female DATE OF BIRTH. October 28th PRONOUNS. she/her BODYTYPE. Feminine, fit ORIENTATION. Bisexual RACE/ETHNICITY. Hellborn LANGUAGES. Multilingual, R’lyehian ( Great Old Ones' Language ) FORTE.

Princess of Hell

Entrepreneur, Founder of the HappyHazbin Hotel

Innovator/Mechanical Engineer

Equestrian Hell Racer

── { 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 } ˙✮

HEIGHT. 6’6” HAIR. Titanium blonde with pink streaks EYES. Crimson SCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS. Her hands are far from pretty. Very calloused due to working them tired for decades of scientific research. Some fingers usually have a band-aid or two and chipped nails/ruined nail polish. Most scars are along her hands and arms from acid burns and tool/machinery cuts. SCENT. lavender earl grey, fire, the signs of someone who is in science ( solvents, engine oil, etc. )

FACE. Kiernan Shipka

── { 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 } ˙✮

⤷ ゛ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ -> HELLFORD. One of the most prestigious academies in hell, Charlie studied under various great professors and excelled at one of her many passions —- THE SCIENCE OF MECHANICAL ENGINEERING under SIR PENTIOUS before his expulsion from the school. Despite her interest in science, she graduated with an entrepreneurship degree.

⤷ ゛ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ -> EQUESTRIAN. Charlie used to compete in the annual horse racing competition in hopes of becoming a great champion like her idol CARTER SLADE the Ghost Rider. At some point in her career her toughest opponent, the HEADLESS HORSEMAN considered her his equal when she won. She was nicknamed TRAILBLAZER as her horse is known to leave flames behind. { more -> here }

MORE TO ADD...

[regardstosoulandromance]

kiernanshipka: think pink :)

[notherpuppet]

Charlie doodles, she punches a big ole tv screen. Imagining her venting after the meeting with Carmine

Did I imagine her singing “Bet On It” as I drew these? (yes)

[heirhell]

── ˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥—𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. She locked herself away when Seviathan expired, she cut ties with her father when her mother vanished. Now, she’s dressed to the nines, just like the night they first made a proper connection; the night she offered her hand and he laid a kiss that now burns against her skin when she pictures the past. This time, however, her hands are bared before him, clad in an ambitious red that no longer hints at the hope she’d held before.

Her eyes glow under the dim light of the exhibition hall, the neon lights outside casting a viridescent reflection against their silhouettes through the glass panes. The small crowd present looked on, knowing where the two of them stood in their alliances. They had both grown, but Charlie knew she would have to fly—to run away again. She had lost her eagerness for adventure, and the tingling warmth that started from the tips of her fingers and toes had faded when he got too close for comfort. Once, she would have taken his hand in hers and led him away from… all of this.

⤷ ゛ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ -> “I forgive you, { @unholymanifest / 𝐕𝐨𝐱 }, but I—I can’t keep doing this anymore. You hurt my dad. You hurt my friends. I want—I—this is… 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.”

[heirhell]

Not on my Vox but I forgot to show off a custom sticker slip I made for my Flip 7 >:3

[heirhell]

carmilla, walks into a room:

my canon divergent charlie: d amn step on me mom-

[heirhell]

I have an oc for Velvette's fashion team but I'm also working on a script and a comic that it saddens me that I can't share this character with y'all 🥲

[heirhell]

Charlotte will still be a name for Charlie but her full name is 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 now. I feel that this fits better for my headcanon. I'll be working on getting an updated about page for Charlie today but it will have to wait as I have plans this morning.

[heirhell]

★ ˎˊ˗ -> 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

001. ── { CONTENT } ˙⋆✮ ⚠︎ ⚠︎ ⚠︎ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫. ⚠︎ ⚠︎ ⚠︎ The content here is heavily focused on adult material and carries an R+ rating for violence, language, drugs, and sexual references.

I will not put descriptive NSFW content behind a 'read more'—this prevents the feed from becoming cluttered. However, I will always place a warning at the very top of my posts so mobile users are aware.

I have no triggers, but I do my best to tag triggers. Since I read a lot of guidelines, people's rules can occasionally mesh together or I might simply forget. A friendly reminder if I miss a tag is always appreciated.

002 . ── { AFFILIATIONS } ˙⋆✮ This blog is not affiliated with the cast and crew of 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥. The muse is extremely canon divergent and follows an alternate universe. Please refrain from correcting the writer with canon facts, as this blog will not be canonically lenient. However, plotting is greatly encouraged to build a foundation for our characters' dynamics that works for both of us. If you don't like the portrayal of the character, do not follow.

003. ── { ACTIVITY } ˙⋆✮ Consider this a low-activity muse. Since role play is just a hobby, my real-life responsibilities come first. You might see me posting OOC frequently, but that just means I'm online—not necessarily writing. If I am active, please don't take delayed replies personally; I tend to get distracted, hyperfixated, or mentally exhausted when juggling too much. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.

004. ── { SHIPPING } ˙⋆✮ There may or may not be smut on this blog. If a thread blossoms into that for writing partners, we can always fade to black. I am also a multiverse/multiship blog, which means ships will only exist in their specific verse unless otherwise specified.

005. ── { NEGATIVITY } ˙⋆✮ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. Experience has taught me that it is best to let heated debates die without needing the last word. I am not here to fix people or play mediator; doing so only leads to petty squabbles. If you have an issue with someone else, please keep me out of it.

If you are upset about past unfollows or blocks, it is time to move on. My ask box is open for direct communication. If I have tagged a post, and you choose to read it knowing you'll hate it, don't blow up at me, mate.

006. ── { COMMUNICATION } ˙⋆✮ I am asking people to kindly unfollow me if they cannot or refuse to provide basic communication. Since this has been a recurring issue, I want to clarify that 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

I completely understand that schedules get busy, some people are antisocial, or they simply don't have the energy for long conversations. Nobody is entitled to anyone's constant attention. However, if you are actively engaging with my blog—like following, liking posts, or leaving comments—I assume you are open to eventual interaction. If I reach out to you and am consistently left on "read", I will assume that you never had any intention of interacting. Getting a simple acknowledgment shows me I'm not just a milestone on someone's follower list. Communication is deeply important to me. Just as I respect other people's boundaries, I ask that mine be respected as well, without me having to reach a breaking point to enforce them.

007. ── { THE WRITER } ˙⋆✮ My name is 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 ゛. ` 30+ . PST, and my pronouns are she/her/they/them. I like cats and dogs. If you wanna fight me (ง •̀_•́)ง—fuck off mate I'm too tired to engage.

[heirhell]

I've been called a dictator before for having strict rules but at this point I really don't care anymore. I'm here to role play that's it. I'm tired of seeing people who post on their blog with their opinions be crucified for the dumbest shit ever. So many people put "will not engage in negativity" in their rules and then end up engaging. If you're "here to bash two dolls together" then do it. So tired of all this nonsensical bullshit over fictional ass characters. All these characters from whatever fandom can die for all I care just let me write.

[unholymanifest]

༻⸻ ☆˚⊹ 𝗔 perfectly placed smile , a casual tone , the way he looked to her expectantly — for better or for worse . It all screamed at what was just hiding underneath the surface . 

ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ .

It was a dangerous place to tread . He could feel something right there , beside all the denial . And like a stone , his shoulders visibly dropped as she cruised over the matter . He could breathe easier ; The relief nearly left him dizzy . So much so that it took him a moment to register what was being asked of him . The proposal there . Despite his interest in engaging in idle talk to pry at the princess , this was … completely different . Attending a party with the 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 ?

Well , wasn’t he a lucky chap . At the worst of times . If this were any other moment , he would be jumping on the opportunity immediately . Seen arm in arm with royalty would boost his reputation tenfold and he would be the talk of the town , for good reasons this time . But he wondered what the most recent drama would spin this story into , what unfavorable things could come from being paraded around as Charlie’s plus – one . What pity it would invoke .

She was looking at him , waiting for an answer . She was extending her gracious attention to him , and all at once he realized he’d somehow gotten his foot in the door with the heir of all things . Soft cheekbones and soft eyes , a warmth that felt all the hotter with what cold cruelty he’d recently endured . That kindness would cost her one day , he knew it .

Maybe it would be worth it . This could lead to something good for him . His smile became a little easier at the thought ,

“ … You’re too nice . I’m sure I can move my schedule around for you , Princess . ” ˚.⋆*· ⸻༺

[heirhell]

── ˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. But there was a genuine sense of wanting to connect—a need to. She felt there was more to Vox Populi as a would-be Overlord. He’s an innovator, just like her. What was there not to like? Their gravities were fighting and tugging against each other’s. When Vox quips about his availability, her eyes light up and her smile shows teeth for a moment. Charlie presses her lips together to contain her excitement, but the hint of her true emotion betrays her as she rocks back on the heels of her boots until both feet are planted on the ground.

“Well, I like to make people feel nice. ‘ Do unto others what you would have them do unto you ’ as the saying goes!” She hoped that someday when the pain of parting ways with a friend had faded, Vox would realize there is always someone willing to uplift him.

⤷ ゛ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗ -> "And hey, don't feel obligated to stay long—I usually don't. Super fancy parties aren't really my thing. They're... just a lot sometimes." Her face falters for a brief moment, but she's offering her hand: black gloves made of lamb and supple to the touch, providing a barrier between the crown and their subject—something that she knows deep down isn't everlasting.

[heirhell]

I've returned! Going to get some drafts done before tackling more blog tidying.

[heirhell]

Got most of my new pinned post done. Just need to finalize rules and make a new about page before releasing it but I'm going to step out for a bit and walk around. I got Sunrise on the Reaping I know bros I am so fucking late to the games recently and wanted to start on that too. Tfw Haymitch Abernathy is your fav. and his Hunger Games is the darkest but the most colourful in film I see what they did there. Be back later folks!