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@hxtelxfthedxmned
There's always room for more at the Happy Hotel
Independent cannon and headcannon fueled Multimuse RP blog for Characters from the series Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. 18+ RP, Crossover friendly, 6 years of writing EXP Established 4/11/21. Written and Honored by Kakashi
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Send me a "👀" and My Muse will give 3 things they find Physically Attractive about Your Muse.
—Send even if our Muses haven’t spoken yet or don’t know each other
Send “So Close but So Far” and My Muse will react to realizing Your Muse’s face is only inches away from theirs..
Send a “💎” and My Muse will state something they find physically attractive about Your Muse. Send a “🔥” for something they find sexually attractive about Your Muse!
winters-club:
She did tense slightly as she was pulled close to him, half way tempted to push him away, the close proximity mainly just reminding her how small she was in comparison to him. Listening to him ramble on, almost seeming to wait for any signs of this being a joke, some form of teasing, but there was none. He was genuine. Letting that realization sink in, words touching her and leaving a pleasant warm feeling in her chest, “…I’m flattered though I doubt I’d ever be confident enough to sing on radio, well if you caught me fresh out of high school, you might have been able to talk me into it.”
He probably actually could have she was more more confident and eager to please anyone that gave her enough attention back then. Even if it ended badly for her. Yet the way he talked about his past life did make her reflex on her own and even made her wonder just what it would have been like to meet him back then, what she would have been like if she was born then.
“How did you get into radio broadcasting if you don’t mind me asking? Was it something you just decided to try out on day? Another diamond in the rough waiting to be discovered?” she was genuinely interested now that it was brought to her attention.
His hand came up as he adjusted his monocle and red hues glinted down her as he caught the smile on her face, aw yes, so much better with a smile. He adored that. “I am quite sure you would have been the sensation of the nation!” He chuckled as he straightened himself back up to his full height. The art of radio was one he was well versed in and when she asked him about it, a sound of excitable static whizzed and popped on the air. “Well actually I went to school specifically for work with Radio, but not as a personality. Back in those old times we were taught to speak in this rather dapper accent; The Trans-Atlantic Accent, as it was called. Like the British, we had classes where we leaned to annunciate properly.”
“Radio technology back in the time around the start of the roaring 20s was limited, and had no ability to pick up base frequencies. So those with deeper voices were unable to speak and be properly heard over the airwaves. Having a good pitch in my voice, I took advanced announcing classes to speak much more clearly and faster. And I even applied for classes in engineering, specifically in radio technology. While I was working on a newer model of transmission with some colleagues, my voice was picked up by some studio big wigs who asked me to work for them in a News reporting station. As time went on, my voice became so popular that I eventually was granted my own station and show!”
winters-club:
She she rolled her eyes at first, assuming it be a another nonsensical rambling but there was actually some reason as he spoke. Her shoulders relaxing some as he placed her hand on one, slightly turning to better look at him. “Well….when you put it like that,” she trailed off, deciding to not finish that statement.
There was visible confusion at his question, she always labeled her voice as average at best, her family and Charlie had complimented it but she always assumed it was out of obligation, that they felt they had to be nice to her, but Alastors proved to be surprisingly honest. “Uh, no. I never had any real professional teaching, my mother taught me when she was around…but that was it.”
He chuckled warmly as he leaned down to her, placing an arm around ehr shoulders and pulling her close, while his free hand waved out before him. “Why Vagatha, you have amazing sound! Just think, with a good vocal coach and a little training you could be standing on a stage making the masses weep with delight at your heavenly voice!” A sound of cheering and clapping applause from an invisible audience roared out from nowhere just for her as Alastor beamed. He was being quite serious at the moment, not pulling her leg or joking of any kind. “Honestly if we were alive still you would be the next big star I would have singing in my studio! Oooh the masses would love it!”
His smile seemed to lessened just a little and the hand that was raised, lowered down a bit as if losing some of it’s energy. “Why I, remember it like it was yesterday. I had many a talent just...Lined outside my studio ready and willing to give it their all. Some good, some bad, some outstanding. Some who were but a diamond in the rough waiting to be discovered.” he seemed to fade for a moment with his eyes closed, lost in the nostalgia. As if he were reliving it once again.
This brief glimpse of his memories lasted only a short while before he shook his head and returned to the moment. “Hah! Anyway, I am sure you would have been very popular on radio!”
Alastor’s Late Night Radio Show
“And we’re back with Lush Hour Radio, don’t you touch that dial, because we’re about to serenade your ear canals with some of the sexiest tunes. So grab a special someone, dim the lights and snuggle up tight while the music gets nice and loose.”
winters-club:
She didn’t back away from him as he got close, her grin still smug and her eyes intently on him. Though that dropped at the mention of her ‘padding’, well if that how he was gonna play it. “Oh! I disagree after all we will need something for when you’re knocked over, we both know you have nothing to fall back on don’t eh chico?,” there’s a hard shove to his shoulder, “Please, I’ve handled men far bigger than you, I doubt you’ll be able to make me feel anything let alone manage to hurt me.”
A sly grin at her own fangs when they came out and he was having a pretty good time already. Slowly Alastor reached out and initiated the first attack; running a claw gently under her jaw to her chin. The first blow has been struck. “Oooh hooo! I think you’ll be feeling plenty when I come down on you, dear. I’m sure I’ll have you screaming for mercy with only a few moves.” His voice low and playful with her. “Let’s make the arrangement sweeter, whoever loses, makes dinner for the winner, and shall ask you do not make anything with too much salt in it.”
winters-club:
A smirk on her face, one that danced between downright amused and smug. “What? It wouldn’t be hard, after all just cause you’re taller just means your a bigger target, what’s the saying? The bigger they are- the bigger they fall?” she chuckled, she could shit talk him right back, it did make the whole thing more fun, “I would hope, would hate to think that the big bad radio demon was nothing without this little magic tricks.”
Oh she was a feisty little one! The grin grew as she clapped back at him. And he was more then amused with it. “I believe the term is, ‘The harder they fall’. Which I do not think you’ll need to worry about, considering your so small, my dear. Are you sure you can handle some heavy blows from a more superior warrior?” She leaned down, looking her in the eyes, their faces but a few inches apart. “I would suggest we spar in a padded room for then event where I knock you flat down. But I think you have enough padding already to cushion the fall.”
winters-club:
“I….hadn’t really been expecting an audience.”
She’s attempting to play it casual, though it’s another situation he’s thrown her into that she doesn’t quite know how to react to. She’s never really sang in front of anyone since…..well, since her siblings and mother were around. Maybe once in front of Charlie though different circumstances there.
“I doubt my voice is that great though, i’m sure you’ve heard better.” she turns her attention back to herself in the mirror, continuing to brush her hair though more as a clear distraction than anything.
“Ha! Why my dear Vagatha, that’s absolute wackiness!” Alastor laughed at the very notion of having heard better. Walking over to Vaggie, and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Darling, in the art of singing there are two kinds of people, those who cannot sing and need to train, and those who ARE singers, either naturally talented or professionally trained. And in that spotlight, there is no voice better then another. Every voice is unique!”
“Why back when I was a live I heard tons of voices come and go through my Radio Station! Each one different and special. Nobody else can make the voice you can! And you my dear, have a splendid one. Excellent pitch and tone! Were trained in a vocal school?”
winters-club:
Her glare does not cease even by a little, crossing her arms, her stance on pure defense about to snap at him at the mention of the duel. She pauses thinking about it for a moment, that certainly wouldn’t normally look good as a whole but what was one “friendly” match? “I’m free this weekend.” she admitted a slight cockiness to her tone, “I can bring one of my non angelic spears to make it more even, you promise no voodoo tricks?” teasing on that last part, though she expected a more physical brawl than one of wild magic.
“Ooooh hooo! Voodoo? Well if you are not using your angel spear, and I’m grateful to that, I don’t want any permanent damage in the small, highly unlikely chance you somehow manage to graze me.” He taunted her with a laugh. Hey a little shit talk before a match was always fun, made it more exciting. “And yes of course. No tricks. Not that I would ever need them.” He chuckled. Though this sounded rather exciting, he hardly ever had a good one on one spar these days.
winters-club:
@hxtelxfthedxmned sent: 🎶 - Vaggie
🎶 to catch my muse singing to themselves
A calm night in the hotel a rare occurrence it seemed, most were either out enjoying the warm summer out or going to sleep. Vaggie was simply enjoying herself for night, brushing her hair (a need when it was as long as hers) in front of her dresser mirror, softly humming to herself though found herself singing the lyrics out loud to herself.
“A man came across this old tower one day
It was straight like from a book he once read
He lifted his head up and saw this young lady
And here’s what the lady said
“Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle Noir
Et comme vous pouvez le voir
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit”
The man was so scared, he could only run away
He ran to the town and then said
“I just saw a lady with the longest dark hair
And I think she’s a living dead!”
She stopped suddenly noticing a familiar red glow in the mirror sharply turning around, to see the radio demon standing at her door way, about to yell at him though….seeming to remember that she had left her door slightly open. Granted not expecting anyone to come over but still.
“Uuuh…How long have you been standing there?” her tone is suspicious, though not mad.
Having been making his way back to his own room for a meal and some rest, it was the sound of her voice that had caught his attention. An appreciation for music and those who could preform or sing, this is what he had. And he always took the time to stop and listen. Red hues glowing as he leaned in and listened to her song and tale, watching the Moth brushing her hair. He was not aware she could speak french.
The smile widened when she finally took notice of him and he leaned his shoulder against the frame of the door. “Just long enough to enjoy and get into your voice, my dear. But please do not let my appearance interrupt. Continue, your voice is quite alluring!”
“Even in these darkest of nights. I can still see ... The Moonlight.”
Vulnerable Meme
For those moments when you have your guard down. “My muse” refers to replier. Send…
🎶 to catch my muse singing to themselves
🎼 to catch my muse dancing
☹️ to catch my muse having a mental breakdown/panic attack
😪 to catch my muse up late because they couldn’t sleep
🍸 to catch my muse drinking alone
🚬 to catch my muse taking a smoke break
☠️ to catch my muse after getting injured
🎉 to catch my muse alone outside during a party
✏️ to catch my muse doodling
👁️ to catch my muse looking at themselves in the mirror
🎲 for random/dealer’s choice
winters-club:
“You know what shitlord!” she’s purposefully refusing to elaborate, huffing defiantly as she glares daggers up at him, not even perturbed by his counter, “Fine i’ll just cut your legs off next time I see you and we’ll see whose grinning then!” she’s not serious, but she is tempted to grab her spear.
A hearty laugh leaves his mouth as he gives her one more, shinny golden grin, leaning back upward. He can’t help but look her over as she puffs off at him, Quite the little brat indeed and her threat makes some sense, “Oooh I see. Trying to even the playing fields, by bringing me down to your level?” The Radio Demon is pure smug right now. “Well if you ever want a duel, my dear, just name the time and place and I shall bring my saw cleaver along and give you a good match.”
winters-club:
“Stop doing that!” his hand is swatted away, bastard doesn’t get to be all smug and make her flustered like that it’s just unfair, “We’ll see whose green when I kick your shins in!”
“Stop doing what, darling?” His grin gets bigger, wider at her flustered and bratty behavior. Even her threat seems to make him glow. “Well just remember that I wear brass shin guards. So be sure not to kick too hard, or I’ll be tending to your toes.”
