[mitisangelum]

#𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖒 a 21+ [ minors WILL be blocked ] Private &. Semi - Selective roleplay blog for EMILY from ＨＡＺＢＩＮ ＨＯＴＥＬ as written by ALICE ( est. 21+ she / her ). i am in no way affiliated with prime or medrano

✴︎ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

          ⁰¹. 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳 ⁰². 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ⁰³. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ⁰⁴. 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: MERCYWEPT / DEPASCOR /   CHAVAHS / VOXLUNTAS / HOUNDISMS

✴︎ while this blog is private [meaning i only write with mutuals] it's also semi selective. i'm a big fan both the canon characters in the show / hellaverse but am almost always willing to interact with OCs & crossover muses as well. [same goes for duplicates <3] i simply ask you give me a week or so to look over your blogs pages before i decide on following in return.

✴︎ if we're mutuals then this means i want to write with you. my inbox and ims are free for you to enter at any time! have a plot idea? hit me up! wanna tag me in a random starter or post you saw that reminds you of our character? go for it!

✴︎ this being a hazbn blog means there's gonna be triggering / nsfw content one way or another & i will do my best to tag such things in the foreseeable future. btw if i find out you're a minor following this blog you're getting blocked.

✴︎ which brings me to the topic of shipping; anything can happen with just a little chemistry / plotting between writers. though it's yet to be stated officially, i do headcanon emily as being bisexual. i'm on board for most any & all forms of shipping; platonic, romantic, found family, there's probably more but i don't feel like listing them you get my point.

✴︎ i have adhd & work two jobs so being here isn't always a top priority. the easiest way to reach me is through d/iscord which is available to mutuals upon request. please don't ever rush me for a reply unless it's been well over three weeks. i could've easily missed it or forgotten to save your reply to my drafts.

✴︎ do not interact with me if you align with racism, homophobia, transphobia, pro-israel, pro generative ai. you will be hard blocked otherwise.

✴︎ all graphics found on this blog were made by me. please don't steal them thanks <3

✴︎ spoilers will be tagged as hazbin hotel spoilers and under a keep reading for at least a few days to a week after the episodes have aired.

[mitisangelum]

hey so emily’s pan

[lypsys]

"Write character relationships that are normal" WRONG ☝ CODEPENDENCY BEAM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[mitisangelum]

don’t forget about us please im begging—

[mitisangelum]

the looking and touching peoples teeth has always been a thing for her and im positive she did it to the first couple of human souls she met in heaven

[depascor]

she hadn’t started to stare, but when a glint had bounced off the peaking shards between his thin smile, she couldn’t help but be drawn in almost immediately. as always, her curious intentions begged for attention, holding her breath in unbridled anticipation for his smile spread — for him to proudly, threateningly unapologetically show more. the sudden shift of a pair of eyes ghat finally take notice of her ‘interest’ surprisingly doesn’t scare her off. attention remained unmoving, fixated on the gap between his lips, still waiting for it spread wider to show more.

but when it doesn’t, she takes action. hand rests upon her own cheek with a coy tilt of her head, finally she’d acknowledge him, eyes drifting from his teeth. an excited flutter elicits through all her wings, anticipating the big reveal that was bound to come.

❝ have i ever told you how alluring your teeth are ? ❞ it’s said so casually. ❝ even now — you’re barely smiling and yet they still stick out so strikingly. it’s like your very own warning sign. ❞

⌖   𝒰NPROMPTED,   accepting   @mitisangelum.

the   static   in   the   air   hitches—   a   sharp,   sudden   skip   in   the   record.   for   a   moment,   the   wide,   fixed   curve   of   his   mouth   falters,   the   corners   trembling   with   a   rare,   frantic   energy.    he   isn’t   used   to   the   gaze   being   so...   𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚.   so   appreciative   of   the   machinery   behind   the   mask—    soft,   wet   clicking   sound   echoes   from   his   throat   as   he   swallows,   a   rhythmic   tick   that   betrays   the   sudden   rush   of   heat   behind   his   skin;   &   the   low   grinding   thrum   of   his   stomach—

❝   alluring?   oh,   you   delightful   little   thing!   ❞

he   lets   out   a   sharp,   hitching   breath—   half-gasp,   half-giggle—   &   then,   with   a   slow,   deliberate   fluidity   that   contrasts   his   jerky   movements,   his   tongue   flickers   out.   it   is   dark,   slick,   &   unnaturally   long,   snaking   across   the   jagged   rows   of   his   teeth.    he   licks   them   with   an   obsessive,   tactile   ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟,   the   wet   shlick   of   muscle   against   ivory   echoing   in   the   quiet   space   between   them.

the   eyes   tell   the   lie   of   the   soul,   but   the   teeth...   the   teeth   tell   the   truth   of   the   diet!   he   traces   the   serrated   edges   of   the   pointier   canines,   feeling   the   sharpness   catch   against   the   soft   tissue   of   his   tongue,   eyes   half-lidded   in   a   brief,   giddy   trance.   he   seems   to   be   savoring   the   sheer   lethality   she’s   pointed   out,   his   body   twitching   with   a   suppressed,   excited   tremor—   as   he   tastes   leftover   blood   from   his   last   meal.

warning   sign,   she   says.    warning   signs   are   only   effective   if   the   observer   has   the   sense   to   turn   back;   &   yet,   there   she   is,   seraph.   peering   into   the   unsuspected   wolf’s   mouth   to   count   the   jagged   bits—

❝   oh,   to   see   a   warning   sign   &   think   of   it   as   a   charm.   you   have   a   very...   dangerous   eye   for   detail,   emily.   ❞ 

[mitisangelum]

hm. due for an affiliates call soon

[inkpressedpetals]

[mitisangelum]

i’m gonna be honest. i’ve spent hours playing nothing but tomogatchi life and tears of the kingdom

[mitisangelum]

i might bounce between here and em tonight after work

[mitisangelum]

i don’t think it’s talked enough that emily’s first impression of Sinners in hell is charlie.

[mitisangelum]

i love when people’s muses mention emily in things. do it more peas

[mitisangelum]

birth

[mitisangelum]

thank you for the birthday wishes what if i cried ??

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 February 1925, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1923–1927

[mitisangelum]

birth

[mitisangelum]

@depascor said: sinful ideas + he lets her reach inside his mouth & touch his teeth , for as long as she wants . because she keeps looking , but she has also been so kind on complimenting them . he’s not squirming & can definitely be trusted with her hands on his mouth .

sinful ideas (ACCEPTING)

she KNEW showering him in compliments would pay off sooner or later ( she really thought it'd be much much later ! what a pleasant surprise ! )

the proposal sends a tremor through all her wings, tightening closely to her back as an attempt to hide her excitement, despite it being written all over her face. slightly parted lips close a moment later, widening with to loose grin when she suddenly shoots up from the ground, higher than intended. but she's quick to correct her ENTHUSIASM, swallowing the squeal that wants to lurch out her throat, hovering back down to his level with hands that already dared to reach for his maw.

before they can pry through locked lips, a concerning rattles loudly in her head like an alarm bell, reminding her of the willing danger she'd be putting herself in just to feed a macabre interest. a scenario in which she loses her entire hand is presented to her in her mind but she's quick to ignore with a BEST CASE instead; she only loses a finger ! that's not ... so terrible. she could settle with parting a finger forgive him even might he chalk it up to feeding his own morbid curiosity. digits creasing inward, her eyes lock with his in search of double permission to persist. and she gets it with the glint of her HOLY GLOW catching onto the yellow rows that peak out slow, purposefully displaying them as if to say hello.

she's pulled back in, any self control that possessed her is quickly EXORCISED by the sheer glint of yellow calling her name, demanding her touch. the red dials that stare up at her disappear, her vision only fixed on the maw she desires to pry open, to stare down into, to test how SHARP the bear was and how long before it could SNAP SHUT on her divine hands.

though ideally, she'd rather not lose any more limbs.

first contact is made as both hands, which no longer hesitated but moved with precise confidence to cup his face. thumbs pressed lightly against his lips before slipping inward pushing up so as to fully display those beautifully sharp incisors. but she's seen these already they're practically an accessory to whatever outfit he's dawning that day ! only difference is she up close, and drawing closer to them doesn't quite draw the excitement she was hoping for. if nothing, she notices the smell, the faint stain of blood from a meal that couldn't have been no longer than a half hour ago.

fingers reunite with the thumbs, inviting themselves to assist in unhinging his maw open to dive deeper. which is as otherworldly as she expected it to be but nothing could've prepared her for the warmth that tickled her fingers and ghosted down her wrists. she pauses, maneuvering higher, positioning her hands to better give herself a view of the bottomless pit that was his esophagus. she must've been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time because movement is the only thing that startles her out of her trance. she blinks to meet with his gaze again, breathing a sheepish laugh. ❝ sorry sorry ! got a little distracted ... ❞

as quickly as he'd manage to pull her attention, it takes less than that for it to be redirected to her original interest. digits ( not all ) awkwardly tried to fit themselves inside all while being cautious of the razors that teased her skin and slick pad below. her tips could hardly appreciate the sharp edges, it was growing increasingly frustrated and he WAS fidgeting ! too many fingers, not enough room. a quiet huff slips out following the exit of wet digits, stringing saliva from his depths while one hand remains caged. slick hand is offered only a brief glance of curiosity before it's wiped clean upon holy fabrics.

it finds it's way back to him, under his chin so as to GUIDE him not so pushy of course, she patient to tilt his head upward until she sings a satisfied hum. her hand never leaving his position, nestling comfortably in place under the curve of his cheek to hold still. with that, the hand inside can admire the serrated canines. oh and the molars too ! she dances along them, front to back, back to front; counting, memorizing the odd texture, deciphering the mystery meat trapped between them all. ❝ you're unlike anyone i've ever met. ❞ she whispers. all the while her fingers and thumb still grazed along his teeth's surface.

her pointer occupies itself with a lower incisor, teasing it's jagged point against her flesh. features scrunch with discomfort, and they only tighten when she's put far too much pressure into that single digit of hers. the GOLD ICHOR spills as quickly as her hand exits, staining the yellow and leaving droplets that spill between his and her own attire. she'd wince, even curse in pain while coddling her own stupidly self inflicted wound. the seraphim laugh through it, a flush of embarrassing bright gold warming her face.

❝ alastor i am so sorry. i HA ! i did not mean to get ... that carried away. ❞

[mitisangelum]

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