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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱
𝙸𝚕𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙻𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚗, 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤.
independent / semi-selective hazbin hotel original character. multi-ship. low to medium activity. 21+; read rules before following & interacting.
Muse // Rules // Mun
WHY ARE WE NOT INTERACTING YET?
A COMPREHENSIVE SYMBOL ASKBOX PROMPT LIST OF REASONS FOR WHY OUR BLOGS MIGHT BE STUCK IN INTERACTION LIMBO. ( INSP. )
Send both the EMOJI and the TEXT.
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❓ [ question mark ]﹕ I am a newcomer to tumblr’s roleplay scene, and I do not know how to get started.
🥺 [ pleading ]﹕ I am very shy in general.
🧵 [ threads ]﹕ I have too many threads right now, but I do want to interact in the future.
💼 [ briefcase ]﹕I am busy with life, but I do want to interact sometime in the future.
💕 [ two hearts ]﹕ I ship our muses romantically, but it feels awkward to ask you about shipping.
➕ [ plus ]﹕ You already interact with a lot of duplicates of my muse or faceclaim, and I am uncertain whether you would feel comfortable with adding another.
🛏️ [ bed ]﹕ We have interacted before, but I am currently fixated on another roleplay community.
🍽️ [ plate ]﹕ You seem to have a lot of interactions on your plate already, and I don’t want to stress you out further.
✏️ [ pencil ]﹕ I’m worried about whether my writing style will be able to hold up against scrutiny in comparison to yours.
🪢 [ knot ]﹕ It takes me a while to work up the courage for approaching a new mutual out of character.
😬 [ grimace ]﹕ We have interacted before, but I worry that I will bother you if I reach out to plot / talk out of character.
🧠 [ brain ]﹕ I’m struggling to think of ideas for interactions, or my ideas are vague and consist only of specific Vibes™️
🤝 [ handshake ]﹕ My muse is an original character with familial ties to your canon character, and I don’t know how to approach you to start plotting.
🎀 [ bowtie ]﹕ I headcanon my original character as being close friends with your canon character, and I don’t know how to approach you to start plotting.
🍿 [ popcorn ]﹕ Don’t mind me; I’m just here to lurk!
✉️ [ envelope ]﹕ First meeting threads aren’t my forte.
🤷🏻♀️ [ shrug ]﹕ You haven’t reblogged a lot of askbox prompts yet, and I interact primarily by using askbox prompt responses as starters for interactions.
🧍🏻 [ standing ]﹕ I interact primarily through starter calls, and you haven’t posted a starter call yet.
🎲 [ dice ]﹕ We already interact on other blogs, but I don’t have any ideas for interactions with this one yet.
🧚🏻♂️ [ fairy ]﹕ I keep meaning to approach you out of character, but I forgot … oops :/
👑 [ crown ]﹕ We’ve already interacted before, but I want even more threads!
🪡 [ needle ]﹕ I want to interact with you because I enjoy your writing; however, your post formatting is difficult to read.
munday asks!
🌈 — name(s) & pronouns 🎈 — gender and/or sexuality 🎂 — age and/or birthday 🕗 — time zone 💕 — single or taken? ⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known 💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known ❓ — three adjectives that describe you ❤️ — what are some of your best qualities? 💔 — what are some of your worst qualities? ✨ — what would you change about yourself, if anything? 💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you? 🚗 — what vehicle(s) do you drive? ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? ⌨️ — what operating system(s) do you use? 📱 — mobile or desktop version of tumblr? 🖥 — favorite platform besides tumblr? 🎮 — favorite video game(s)? 🖱 — any cool devices/tool(s) of the trade? (i.e. type of mouse, monitor, keyboard, tablet, etc) 💍 — any piercings? 💎 — want any (more) piercings? 🖊 — any tattoos? 🔏 — want any (more) tattoos? 🎄 — favorite holiday(s)? 🍝 — favorite food(s)? 🍦 — favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🐶 — any pets? 😍 — celebrity crush(es)? 😊 — any career desires? 📚 — if you’re in college, what’s your level (undergrad, grad, phd, etc) and/or degree program? 😖 — what annoys you? 🎶 — favorite song at the moment? 📕 — favorite book/series? 🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests? 📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)? 📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? ✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on? 🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? 🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? 😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc? 💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! 🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence? 🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before? 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? 🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc? 😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of? 🫂 — how many friends are in your irl friend group(s)? 🎉 — what are some of your favorite things to do with your irl friends? 😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself? 💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.
// Gonna be somewhat sporadic this next week or so with replies - upcoming finals, final project and graduation! On top of working at Starbucks, lol.
Will try to get some replies out tomorrow and on the days I have shorter shifts if my brain cooperates!
i took a PHOTO of SHAME to REMEMBER you by :)
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"And would that be so bad?" she teased with a grin, hopping up onto a counter to be more level with the tall moth sinner. That was one of the few shortcomings about her Hellish form - quite literally. Ilaera had remained the same height that she'd been on Earth... likely another form of punishment. Hard to feel in control of a situation when every other sinner was twice your height or more.
"I suppose partying with only you could have it's perks," Ilaera continued with a feigned, long-suffering sigh. "For instance, if I get you high enough, perhaps you'll consider letting me be your official photographer."
She smiled at her own joke - though, really, it wasn't a joke at all - and watched as he pondered something. Her head tilted in curiosity at the mention of drugs, one ear flicking briefly.
"You know, in both my life and afterlife, I've yet to delve into anything stronger than absinthe," the feline sinner mused. "As we're about to be stuck up here for days anyway, maybe I'm feeling adventurous..."
"I don't like the company of half the city. And neither does Vox or Velvette." There was some desire for privacy amongst the three of them. And Vox would likely charge an exorbitant fee to anyone that tried to stay with them.
"Ay, I don't manage all that garbage. You're propositioning the wrong person, querida. Persons. Velvette and I share photographers and Vox manages payroll and employment." He advised on that, hand up in a 'I'm too hot to worry about such things' way. Because, well, he obviously was.
"I have so much drugs." On purpose grammatical mistakes there. "If your cherry isn't popped on that, you can either go straight for ego death with LSD or take it easy on the old Mary Jane."
"Admittedly, most of the cities inhabitants are indeed a bore," Ilaera agreed, swinging her legs idly where they hung off the counter she sat on.
"Though, some are good for a quick fuck. Or not so quick. That's usually all they're good for, though..."
She trailed off, reminiscing to her last experience out prowling the pubs. She had picked up this lovely winged thing, looking closer to an angel than a demon - she'd found that the wings were quite sensitive, if you knew how to stroke right...
She had to force her eyes to refocus on Val.
"Hm. Suppose you're right. I can always bring it up with Vox when he returns; see if he'll let me branch out," she mused with a shrug.
Hopping down from the counter, Ilaera contemplated his suggestions, moving to lean against the back of the couch. "Well, this is meant to be your vacation after all. What would you have most fun doing? I'll be happy to join in with whatever you want to do."
Instead of answering outright, she simply shrugged, hopping up to sit on the edge of his desk with a drunken grin.
"Oh, I almost never go home on Fridays if I can avoid it," she replied, already reaching to pour them both a drink.
"I much prefer seeing what Hell has to offer for a night out. Though... tonight it's been rather... shitty."
She looked up from her pour, raising a brow at the Overlord, still grinning.
"Hence, why I'm here. We've worked together for a few years now; though I've never gotten the opportunity to truly talk with you!" Her gaze followed his as he seemingly weighed his options: sharing a drink or finishing up his work.
"Surely you can spare a few hours at least," she purred, leaning in towards him slightly, crossing her legs to flash him a bit of thigh.
The flash of skin didn’t go unnoticed. The drunken flirtations. He raised an eye brow curious. Now would this be professional? He pondered that, work relationship a moment. But his smile stretched across his screen, sharp cyan teeth pulling into a flirty grin. Well…perhaps if she was offering. Most of his staff and pretty much the entire building would be out partying on a Saturday night, but here she was in his office.
Vox took the drink and sipped it lightly, enjoying the family burn in his throat. He furrowed his brows looking at her “no I suppose haven’t gotten to really talk, have we. Hm, well never the less. I suppose I can take a break, sweet heart.” He smirked at her.
“So tell me, what’s on that mind of yours?” He smirked leaning back in his chair, red eyes flicking to that delightfully exposed thigh before looking into her eyes.
She watched him in a drunken haze, as he worked out whether or not to acquiesce to her proposed break. Her vision swam slightly, body swaying even as she sat still atop his desk. When he finally smiled, she grinned back in return, raising her cup.
"Lechyd Da, darling!" the feline sinner toasted, switching back to her native Welsh for the cheers. "G'on then, drink up." An insistent hand stretched out with the other now-full cup for Vox, a vacant grin on her features.
She should probably stop drinking soon. But where was the fun in that?
Drunk though she was, she certainly didn't miss the way his eyes trailed her legs as he leaned back - nor did she miss the opportunity to shift just slightly, letting her dress ride slightly higher.
"What's on my mind? Not much, at present," she chuckled, lifting her drink to her lips. "I suppose I just wanted to get to know my employer, is all. I think you and I could be great friends."
Taking another sip, she then placed the cup on the desk, leaning back on one hand to gaze up at the screens that decorated the room. "What were you working on, anyway? Something terribly interesting, I'm sure..."
Ilaera kept her expression neutral as the chain formed, even as her stomach sunk and every instinct inside her screamed to run. She'd expected this display of power. Had the roles been reversed, she would have done much the same.
Her knees hit the floor with a dull thud, eyes narrowed as she stared up at the information Overlord.
But when he began speaking...
"No. No, the Exterminations, they're not - they can't - what the fuck are you talking about?!"
Horror and disgust washed over her - horror that she was now bound to someone permanently, disgust that she had allowed herself to become so out of touch with the rest of Hell...
She hadn't even realised just how much he was twisting the deal.
"What will you do with me now," she monotoned, doing her best to keep the fear off her face.
Vox was delighted in her tormented expression, the look of someone that has royally fucked up and knowing it the instant they realized it. Hand moving in a circle, rounding the chain up around his wrist, in turn, pulling her in more and more. Whilst still on her knees she'd get dragged closer to him with what little force he used, the chain just simply followed and her neck getting pulled. Reaching his leg before he stopped pulling her in.
"Now that is very priceless. How stupid does one need to be to not know a ring wide event about the extermination has halted." He asked with his hand reaching out over her head, grabbing her by her hair in her now very compromised position on her knees. "And the answer is your level of stupidity. Now what to do with you? You're a looker alright, always a plus." He said with a hum debating what to do with his newest pet.
It was like she was watching it all happen from outside herself, for the first time in her life not feeling entirely connected to her body. It was strange, the dissociation - her body, her physicality, had always been something she relied on. Even when she gave control over to others in bed, it was her choice. But not here. No, this overlord had her under his thumb now - because of her own arrogance.
"I - shut up," she hissed, still avoiding his eyes even as his hand fisted in her hair, even as he dragged her closer. Her knees scraped against the floor, sure to leave bruising or even blood. But as the next words left his digital mouth, her gaze finally snapped up to his screen, another wave of nausea coursing through her.
"If sex was all you were after, you didn't need to coerce me into a contract, darling," she purred, forcing her voice to its usual sultry tone rather than the fear and anger she was truly feeling. "Physical pleasure is something I give freely - to the right person."
Let him forget about the chain. Let him think she wants him, that she'll give in - anything to escape this feeling of helplessness.
Send me a 🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot.
// oh my goshhhh for the first time in forever MY DRAFTS ARE CLEARED YAY idk where all that inspiration came from lmao
The last remaining things have been queued. 😎
So! If anyone would like to plot, or just start a new thread, feel free to message me or send in memes! I'll be around most of the day/evening!
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❝ I CAN'T say i've had the pleasure thus far, but that can certainly change. i do agree, though, hell has little care for the finer things life once gave us, yes, including the arts. ❞
he did believe in it, too. perhaps there was simply a little delay in the interest, or that there were various other subjects that could gather one's attention here, from the sins they could commit that were allowed. the richer, more refined folk far from presided over the pride ring, at least, so he could not blame her for having had more trouble here than she might have been used to.
a slight smile at her compliments towards his own work && abilities to rise. he was adaptable, naturally, && did not hesitate to adjust anything he needed to in order to accomplish his goals. he was gifted with the ability to read && ride the trends of society, to endear himself to every corner of the social sphere, && he worked hard to keep it that way.
❝ i'm glad to hear you say that. i've worked very hard to get to where i am, && as they say, the sky is the limit. ❞
a - ha. there it was. the inevitable turn of the conversation. she did not simply want a job, a position at his establishment. no, she wanted more than that, something to protect her. something to bring her power, too, && vox found his grin appearing upon his display.
❝ that does sound like quite the problem. but let me be frank — i think you have plenty of potential, && i think investing in you will be a good choice. it may still take a little while to stick, but i'm prepared to put some things together. ❞
vox moved back in his seat, stretched his hands out, && summoned two stacks of what appeared to be paperwork.
❝ the question now remains, what are you desiring in all of that? are you offering your soul? or are you simply looking for employment? i can offer quite the investment regardless, although certainly having my name over your head in a more literal way offers a bit more. it also has a few different perks than just a mere work contract. ❞
Well, at least one sinner in this bloody town had his head on straight. Even if that head happened to be of a... television persuasion. Maybe Vox wasn't a true art appreciator, but he could certainly be a supporter. If this little venture worked out, of course.
"Well, I'm sure you will continue to see it paying off for years to come," Ilaera replied smoothly, unable to stop the cozying up she'd prepared herself to do when coming here today. Ordinarily, she'd never be quite so docile, but she'd assumed it would be a harder battle to convince this up and coming overlord of her worth.
She was rather pleased that didn't seem to be the case.
Her head tilted in curiosity when he leaned back, the aura surrounding the conversation seemingly shifting. She listened intently, keeping her features neutral to not reveal anything more than she meant to in that moment.
As the paperwork was summoned, and he explained each contract, her instinct was to almost immediately pick the simple one - ties that could be cut. That, while binding in a professional sense, would mean minimal change in her independence. It was the principal of the thing - Ilaera largely preferred to remain in control in most facets of her life.
But...
He wasn't wrong, that the power and acclaim he could offer with a more permanent contract could mean an easier time of it down here. While she very much wanted to avoid giving away her soul... Ilaera could hear him out, at the very least.
"All right, then. What would these 'perks' entail?" she asked warily, eying the stacks with a discerning look. "Personally, I'm inclined to not offer my soul if it can be helped, but it all depends on what you can offer for it, I suppose."
She leaned back with a small smile, looking up to watch his digital face once again, acting once more as if she held more cards than she truly did. "Go on, then. Convince me."
@voxxisms
@infernal-lightning asked:
"Not you again." - (For any of your Hazbin muses!)
"Oh no, it's the President and CEO of Voxtec Enterprises. That's right, the boss making an appearance at the office. Hide all of those web browsers and look sharp, amirite? Can't enter a room without people girding their lions and getting suddenly stressed out." He gives off a snark filled laugh. "Wouldn't be the man in charge here if I didn't expect that! Comes with the territory, if you know what I mean." He ends on a wide smile, straightening out his cuffs and bowtie.
Ilaera rolled her eyes from behind her monitor, momentarily tabbing out of the photo file she'd been working on. It wasn't often that she stayed in the tower to work; much preferring to edit in the comfort of her own apartment a few blocks away. But she'd finished a shoot for Val earlier in the day, and apparently, he needed them by tonight. Some big new billboard going up, or something...
"I've nothing to hide from you, love," she replied distractedly, the ears atop her head twitching in slight annoyance as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course, I know not to mix work and pleasure unlike some under your... employ."
"Now, is there anything in particular I can help you with? I've a rather tight deadline to adhere to... but I can make time," she finished with a smile, finally standing from her chair to walk to the front of her desk to lean with crossed arms.
She could feel his eyes on her; discerning and calculating. It was a game of cat and mouse - and a game behind that one, to determine just which of them would get to be the cat. Ilaera was rather banking on it being her.
And not simply because of the bloody ears.
"Hm? Oh, just contemplating a few potential photos. I'm always looking for a new angle," she replied with a wink, still delicately holding his arm aloft. "Though I'm not at all prepared for a shoot tonight; I'd been planning on drinking myself stupid before you stumbled in." With a sigh - though her vague smile remained intact - she released the other demon's arm, and turned on her heel to begin climbing the stairs.
"My sewing kit is in my room. Follow me if you'd like, I can patch you up in there." Without waiting for an answer, she ascended, turning down the hallway to make for the room she'd called home these past few weeks.
Cat and mouse? No more like a hunter and his prey. Now to put on a good show for her, be the perfect gentleman. He calculated he knows his next moves already. Yes he can see right through this little cat.
She didn't stand a chance with him.
"Aw yes I've come across some of your work before I must say your quite the talented demon belle darling.'' The compliment easily slips past his lips, his grin as perfect as ever. "I'm not one for having my photo taken. Oh? having a hard time sleeping?"
He chuckles lightly. Oh their game really was only just getting started wasn't it? The crimson gaze still stays fixed on the little cat.
"You're a very forward woman aren't you Ilaera?" He teases lightly knowing what her words truly meant she had been nothing but innocent with them. "I'll take your lead my dear." With a twirl of his cane he follows this curious little demon belle to her room.
"Glad to know my work caught the eye of a few worthy onlookers, at least," she replied over her shoulder as they walk down the hall. "I'd been worried Hell didn't appreciate the finer arts!"
His next comment gave her pause - was she truly that easily readable? No use lying about it now, she supposed.
"Yes, sleep has, unfortunately, been eluding me as of late," the feline sinner said coolly, pausing in front of the door to her room with crossed arms. "Side effects of moving here, perhaps. Not entirely sure..."
She trailed off, mind briefly wandering to the nightmares she had been plagued with since awaking with no memories - even before arriving at the hotel. But after a moment she shook them away, and opened the door to her room, signaling Alastor to follow with a smile.
"Forward? Yes, some have said so in the past. Is that so bad? To know what you want and seek to get it?" she asked in a purr while rifling through her drawers for her sewing kit. After a minute of search, she pulled it free, glancing up to meet the Radio Demon's eyes. "Sit there, take off your coat, and put your arm on the desk. I'll get you patched up."
Alastor may have rolled his eyes at her overly flirtatious comment if he was not presently distracted by how she circled the Sinner's prone form that was squirming inside the bag. He did not worry about killing the creature proper ; they were not exactly using holy weapons here. But it certainly would not be a painless process.
The overlord would step aside, for the time being. Though he'd planned on getting his own hands dirty sooner or later, she was the artist here. He could take a momentary backseat to whatever she had planned, ears swiveled forward as he hovered near, eyes fixed downwards on the slice and peel of flesh. The Sinner would likely strain to make noise; to scream or holler, but Alastor would have none of that, a heavy, oppressive metal clasp manifesting to clamp over the Sinner's mouth and muffle him into silence. The metal glowed a sickly green.
Despite the other taking the lead on the project, this Sinner's Soul was property of the radio demon.
He would be reminded, and starkly, of that fact. Before he likely perished and would be left to regenerate elsewhere.
"Make use of the internals," he offered when asked.
"I did not bring him here for only shallow markings on his person."
This was, make no mistake, a punishment as much as it was a delightful hobby for Alastor to engage in. Normally, he would not allow it to happen so closely to the hotel - there was risk there.
But sometimes, risk was worth the reward.
Her brow raised when a clamp materialized over the mouth of their subject, the glow eerie and offset against the muted pastels of his wings. She hadn't prepared for other lighting to be introduced, but it was dim enough that it likely wouldn't interfere much with the set up as it currently was.
"Pretty chain for a pretty mouth," she murmured to the wide-eyed sinner, crouching down over him once again to observe the new addition to the scene. An old, familiar feeling washed over her - one that had always occurred during these shoots, though there was a new, added thrill of being observed. Not by a victim, but by a... colleague, of sorts.
Though she very much doubted Alastor viewed them as such, at the moment. She would have to change that.
"It certainly won't be only these shallow cuts, darling; but you must trust the process!" Ilaera exclaimed gleefully, standing once more to take another turn about the restrained sinner, eyes darting between him and the position of her cameras. After deciding she was satisfied with the current layout, the feline sinner strode over to the closest one, adjusted the focus slightly, and took a few photos.
When she made her way back to the poor soul's side, her eyes were not on him but on Alastor - watching him carefully, trying to glean any thoughts from his ever-smiling face. He was a tough one to read, that was certain.
As before, she crouched next to the sinner, careful of his wings, fingers lightly ghosting over the sharp blade of her knife.
"Now, what was that you said about innards, love?"
With a deft flip of the instrument in her hand, the blade suddenly faced downwards, and she plunged it into his stomach with one sharp movement. Instantaneously, the poor thing began screaming - or trying to, anyway. For a moment Ilaera simply watched with a smile: the blood dripping down his sides, pooling onto his wings, before she darted up to take another few photos.
When she returned once more, she had new tools in hand, ordinarily meant for surgery. The tip of her knife found the large gash she'd made, and without any ceremony stabbed into it once more, pulling part of his internals out into view.
"How photogenic you are! And I'm sure Alastor agrees," she chirped happily, eyes meeting the radio demon's once more. "And we haven't even gotten to the wings yet..."
Ilaera's in progress Spotify playlist!
