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“We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin. Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in!”
Selective, 18+ only indie-roleplay account for characters from Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss. Mun is 25+ and has been roleplaying 15+ years. Sideblog to @radi0activesmile
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Heavily considering moving this from a sideblog to its own blog.
I have a mini-stroke every time I ask someone who follows the main if I can bother them over here.
"Is th' joke that we'e puttin' ussy at the end a' words?"
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h3llsfavorite asked: [ TAKE ] for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc. which is oversized on them. // @ val
"WHERE THE FUCK--"
Valentino shouted as he began throwing his clothes out of his closet and onto the floor-- with such force that the closet rod snapped in two... causing everything to tumble to the floor.
Irate squeaks accompanied the screams of frustration and the orders barked at Kitty to: Fix the rod and find out who failed to get his favorite smoking jacket back from the dry cleaner. Find them. Bring them to him. Be ready to scrape their brain matter off his rug.
That's his FAVORITE leisure jacket! And he wants to relax, damn it! How the fuck is he supposed to wind down when the people he pays good money to do ONE DAMN JOB ARE TOO STUPID TO GET IT DONE ON TIME?
They need to be dead for a while. That's the only solution. Them and the person they love the most-- just to make sure the lesson sticks.
Something (a glass, a lamp, Vox's phone?) shatters as its thrown against the wall-- narrowly missing the Fizzbot as she skitters off to find Flextape.
Still imitating that aggressive, angered squeak, Valentino stomps out of his room.
"Fuckin' Alonso didn't bring my--"
The overlord stops. His eyes narrow onto Angel... wearing his jacket.
Slowly, the moth reaches for the phone in his back pocket.
It was as if everything had flipped on a dime. Valentino's shoulders relax as he leans against the doorway, snapping a few pictures of Angel in the oversized coat.
He's swimming in it, and it's adorable.
Sinstagram will lose its shit over this one.
"Aww..." He says with an almost too-sweet smile, pocketing his phone before his eyes return to Angel.
"Did you get cold, amorcito?" He asks in a (well-rehearsed) adoring tone.
The rhythmic tapping of a small tool against a piece of brass echoed in the small, almost juvenile looking room that Phel had taken up since being encouraged to move out of his dingy castle. He stared carefully and moved with precision. For a moment the tapping sounded... wrong. No, it was different- wrong pitch, wrong rhythm, wrong direction. He looked up to the window and saw one of his birds pecking at the opening. It still held the tiny scrap of a letter inside its body.
Delphine was here?
Phel opened the window and the tiny creature perched. She had taken to them quite well. He wondered how she managed to keep them alive. Most of his often simply disintegrated when his job was done. The ones sent to her didn't. Why?
Why do they not disappear? Why do they not consider their job finished? What do they feel is undone? What? What? What? What? What? What... did this one want him to do?
He looked down from the window and saw her standing there. Not in her sinner disguise but in her full goetic form and towering over everyone around her. He had seen her in disguise so often recently had forgotten both how early Delphine's growth spurt was and how drastic it was.
Without any real consideration otherwise, Phel jumped out he window, kicking off balconies and sliding down a stair railing before landing nearby with a flip and a practiced land. He was very glad Mother was not around to see him do that.
"Delphine?" He asked somewhat quietly, "You never show yourself in full here. What is wrong? Is there an emergency? How may I be of assistance? Should I be armed? Must we warn anyone? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Why do you look so... stressed?"
Truthfully, Delphine had become so used to dawning her sinner disguise whenever she wasn't in her father's castle or amongst the nobility that she had... forgotten what it looked like to be amongst sinners in her actual form. Most male Goetia were a foot taller than she, and Patch... was small no matter what form she dawned, so it didn't much matter.
Standing on this sidewalk, she was becoming increasingly aware that she towered over the average sinner--
And Phel was a good foot shorter than an average sinner.
She didn't bother changing because she was relatively certain Baal was aware of her disguise-- and if he wasn't, he would be, because he's certainly having her followed, isn't he?
Maybe she should--
Oh, the window's opening.
...
Phel is jumping out of the window.
WHY IS HE JUMPING OUT OF THE WINDOW?
The princess flinches, though her shoulders relax when she sees that he has... seemingly done this a few times.
Concern turns to a warm smile. The stress bubbling inside of her blood remains-- albeit a very different kind.
"No-- I just... have something I need to tell you."
Starlight swirls around her being as she steps forward, causing her body to shrink and her permafrost glimmer to fade away. In all the times she's imagined this moment... they were close to the same height.
The snow quickens its fall as ice begins to incase the walls around them. She can feel Hell's magic swirling about her, preparing to play musical accompaniment.
Now or never.
♫ So everything that makes me whole belongs to you, I'll give heart and soul... I'm yours... ♫
‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS
h3llsfavorite asked: [ LIFT ] for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. // @ cherri
Most men could expect a quick kick to the nuts if they were to try to maneuver her around. Most men aren't Angie, though. Angie is an exception. Upon being lifted, she lets out a short laugh, her body going completely limp until she's placed on the nearby countertop. Once sat, she straightens up.
"Eye level, huh? Ya got some furphy, o' am I blowin' up ya dickhead boss' ca'?"
@keeperofquestions
If she thinks about this for too long, she won't do it. If she dwells on how to do this for too long, she won't do it. If she takes even the handful of seconds to think about the hundreds of reasons why this isn't a good move... she won't do it.
Honestly, that alone should be reason enough not to do it.
... So she needs to do it now.
She now knew there was someone in her father's castle feeding information back to Baal, and... she somehow doubted she could do this privately. Someone is following her-- or watching her through magical means-- or... something. She knows as much, so...
...she might as well give them something to watch. She might as well truly make the stand they will say this is making.
The portal swirls to life on the street outside of Jillian's apartment. As Delphine steps out, she reaches for her crown-- or what appeared to be a crown.
In reality, her three glass birds had been perched atop her head, masquerading as a three-pronged tiara. It's a masquerade that falls apart the instant the middle bird hops onto her hand.
"Bring Phel out here, okay?" She asks before holding her hand out and watching the slightly-off-kilter creation flutter up to the apartment's window to tap on the glass.
As it begins its tapping, snow begins to fall from the sky.
Valentino @ing Vox.
This you?
Awful as it was, it was actually clever and Pierre had to laugh.
"Are you going to have dance cages with gogo dancers dressed as sexy inmates and a bartender dressed as a warden that gets to 'punish' you?"
"You see the vision!"
Tyco takes a small notepad from his back pocket and quickly scribbles down sexy inmate costumes-- on a piece of paper that did, in fact, already have the words warden bartender and cages jotted down.
* love ♥ starters
‘ want me to stay? ’
‘ we’re almost home. ’
‘ you should be in bed. ’
‘ we can share it.’
‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’
‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’
‘ grab my hand. ’
‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’
‘ everything okay? ’
‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’
‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’
‘ who did that to you? ’
‘ sit down and rest. ’
‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’
‘ come lay down in my lap. ’
‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’
‘ call me when you get home. ’
‘ we should change those bandages. ’
‘ you’re safe here. ’
‘ honey… ’
‘ of course we love you. ’
‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’
‘ take my bed for tonight. ’
‘ i promise. ’
‘ you’re always welcome here. ’
‘ don’t talk like that. ’
‘ bad dream? ’
‘ talk to me. ’
‘ it’s okay to cry. ’
‘ you need to be more careful.’
‘ we should hug this out. ’
‘ i worry about you. ’
‘ can i hold your hand? ’
‘ because i care about you. ’
‘ it made me think of you. ’
‘ take care of yourself. ’
‘ put your seatbelt on. ’
‘ where did you go? ’
‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’
‘ i made breakfast. ’
‘ sing something for me? ’
‘ open it and find out. ’
‘ how long have you been like this? ’
‘ you look nice. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’
‘ focus on my voice. ’
‘ i meant every word. ’
‘ i was here all night. ’
‘ look both ways before you cross. ’
‘ you don’t have to talk. ’
‘ this is your favorite, right? ’
‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’
‘ you have a nice laugh. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ you could stay here. with me. ’
‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’
"What is that?"
"My new project!" Tyco motions to the dilapidated, run-down bar.
"I'm going to call it Horny Jail."
He is fairly certain their plight is being mocked.
Sinday Bedroom Stats
"WHO THE FUCK MAKES THESE!?"
send me a ✧ and I’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
keeperofquestions asked: ✧ (Phel for Delphine)
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. (Her most precious belongings are the li'l glass birds.) ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
People act ever so slightly differently depending on who they are around. Send me a ◭ and I'll tell you something my character does or would likely do around yours that is unique or specialized to their interactions.
