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@multigalaxymuses
roleplay & ask blog ran by MOX for various muses across media: Such as books, shows, movies, games, etc. Along with original characters! This is a galaxy theme, as I like space, and I pull muses from different verses as well as play them in different verses. NO MINORS PLS! DEAD DOVE THEMES AHEAD!
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Once upon a time, he wanted to be around Alastor. Was around him, practically revolved around him like a loyal dog, but like one he can remember the pain that's inflicted on him vividly. Like a nightmare that's haunted him for decades that led to his rise and, rather recently, his fall. Did it really take the radio demon this long to recognize that?
Vox was at the point of apathy already now, in a new body. Bigger, more sharklike, but the ego and whimsy he had before weren't there. He wanted Alastor to suffer like he did, every tease, every action throughout the time he had the deer in his clutches fueled that desire up until the flew too close to the sun.
"Took you long enough." He commented, his gaze turning away. "Is this why you're here, to apologize?"
Alastor scoffed at the question. "I wouldn't waste my breath, I don't deserve any kind of forgiveness." The stag said, he was fairly sure Vox wouldn't forgive him even if he did apologize. It didn't mean anything and it wouldn't make a difference, but he knew what might.
"No, I'm here because you deserve your chunk of flesh properly." He declared to the other overlord. "Our fight ended poorly and It didn't sit right with me. Without the hotel and all of hell at risk, I think its time things come to a close. Pain for pain, blood for blood... I won't fight back, no tricks, I've hurt you enough." Alastor said as he summoned away his staff and held his hands behind his back. This was the way he thought he could make amends when forgiveness was not going to happen.
If it were him some time ago, he would have done it. Vox stared at him, more shocked that Alastor was willing to go this far to amend his wrongs. The media overlord didn't have the energy to do it, hurt him back. He should, Alastor deserved it, but he couldn't.
Instead, Vox hugged him, pressing his face into the shoulder and holding the deer so close to him he's almost squishing him. He didn't need the bloodshed right now, he needed him. The very person he's been in love with since the start, that he could never admit to. The source of all his anger, frustrations, biggest feelings he's ever had.
No other words, just the momentf Vox holding Alastor close to him.
のみものが作れます。描き足しや加工可。ランダムは事故ります。 【加工について】 メーカーで作った画像に加筆・着色などした際は『必ず』そのことを明記して下さい。自作であると誤認させたり、画像メーカーだけで作ったと誤認させることの無いようお願いします。 ✕「自分で描いた」
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Character Redesign
The surprisingly younger looking scientist had some pride in him, too. He used to take drunk customers back in the citadel, but he prefers his partners more sober... Or at least not so drunk that they wont remember a night with him. Ricardo hated those moments being forgotten by anyone, it was what he did for a living. He won't say it out loud, but he was leaving it open for if AR wanted to have a go before leaving to wherever.
"Yeah, it's Earth." Ricardo answered as he tapped one of the walls of the room, causing a serviceable kitchenette to appear that still took as little space as possible. He began fashioning up a cocktail of a non-alcholic hangover cure using bananas, oats, and some ginger. Nothing too science crazy.
His back faced his guest, but he was still listening. "Comfy, huh? It's been a back saver since I got it." Ricardo turned around once he finished the drink, moving back over to the bed with the cup. "Ricardo. I'm probably one of the few Ricks that has that name. Everyone else is just Rick or Richard, somethin' or other." He shrugged.
"I used to work the corner in the citadel, I'm sure the fuckers had other names for me." The rocker added as he offered it over. "But it depends if you were around at the time. Here."
AR muffled the next groan that came to his lips in the pillow. He must have been drunker than he had initially thought the night before, because he would have never agreed to step foot back on any version of Earth if he had been in his right mind. So, in his intoxicated state, he had either not realised where they were heading off to or he had managed to fool himself into being in complete denial about it.
In all honesty, both options sounded very much like him.
He would have gladly kept his face stuffed in the soft fabric, if the sound of knives and glasses being moved around hadn't piqued his interest. Electric blue eyes peeked out of their hideout, taking in the kitchenette that had suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn't help thinking how clever that idea was. Had there been enough space in his shitty apartment, he might have taken inspiration from it.
"C-Can't say I'm an expert, I-I sleep on a fuckin' camp bed, b-but your mattress is nicer than my best friend's. S-So I believe you on that," he commented with an amused snort. "C-Careful not to praise it too much, I-I might decide to steal it when I leave."
He wouldn't have, of course, not after his alternate had been such a good host to him. However, he would have lied if he had claimed that the thought hadn't crossed his mind.
With a huff, the black market dealer flipped onto his back around and pushed himself in a seated position, more carefully than he had done before. The room still spun, but this time it was bearable enough.
"Y-Yeah, most of us are called that. H-Hell, I'm a 'Richard' too, e-even if no one has called me that since back when I was a kid." It wasn't the full truth, since Diane had used his full name on the letter she had left on his hospital bed, together with the divorce papers. "N-Nowadays, I go by my dimension designation or by AR exclusively."
With a shrug, he accepted the hangover cure he was being offered. Then his lips curled into a sly grin, half way between an attempt at being charming and an impish expression that promised only trouble.
"A-Anyway, nice to meet you, Ricardo."
When the other mentioned his past, he tilted his head, a spark of curiosity flashing across his face, but he took a long gulp out of his glass before speaking up again.
"Ha, s-sex work isn't one of my field of interest, s-so I don't know much about it. I-I deal on the black market, I-I get shit for people from outside the Citadel, mostly. An-And I've been living there for about a decade, give or take."
He took another sip of the drink, much smaller than the previous one. His mouth curled into a pensive frown, as he tried to decide whether he liked it or not.
"W-Why did you leave? An-And how did you get your hands on such a sweet place? D-Don't get me wrong, the Citadel is fuckin' Purgatory masqueraded as a pillar of scientific progress." It was why he had landed there in the first place, to spend forever atoning. "M-Most Ricks and Mortys live there 'cause they have no options left, n-not 'cause they like it. B-But that also means tha-that leaving isn't easy either."
Usually no one did unless they permanently died.
Ricardo planted himself back on the bed next to AR, with a drink of his own. Not a hangover cure, but it wasn't alcoholic either. There's some strange reason to it and that he doesn't stutter being part of it. "I think you've said AR when we met at the bar, but still nice to meet you." He may have brushed a bit of hair from his guest's face. Still being strangely affectionate even if they haven't done anything to warrant that.
"You could say its an addiction, tends to come with the territory... Unfortunately. All the money I made went to materials that made this place. If it wasn't sex work, it's also smugglin'. Whichever got me paid." Ricardo explained. "I didn't wanna live with my daughter and her family, so I built my own place."
He debated on whether to mention the tragedy that made him have custody of his grandkids. Decided to keep that to himself as to not sour the moment.
"I left because I went rogue. You get tired of the bullshit after awhile. Stole one of the council Rick's shit on the way out because he pissed me off. I don't deal with disrespectful clients unless they paid me enough and he definitely tried to lowball me." The old rocker huffed as he looked at the decoration he had on the wall that seemed to belong to said council member. "Heard he died, good fucking riddance."
Ricardo rarely goes back, last he heard there was a Morty as president, but that was the extent of it. "You could always do the same thing, handsome, build your own place and not worry about a damn thing. I know for a fact smugglin' pays good money unless you got assholes trying to pay you less than what you deserve."
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The Sin of Greed let out a bored groan, lazily raising one hand to signal his approval. Yeah, off with the little shit’s head. The poor bastard had pissed off some Goetia noble or another Mammon hadn’t really been paying attention. These court hearings were fucking tedious as hell.
He groaned again as the hours dragged on, one criminal after another getting dragged off to die. Finally he heard the rustling of demons starting to stand up and shuffle out. About bloody time. He stretched his arms high, cracking his back. Court seemed to drag longer and longer every damn time these days.
As Leviathan rose to leave, Mammon turned toward the two-headed demon and flashed a wide grin, strolling over with his usual swaggering energy dialed back just enough.
“Heeeey, Evia,” he called out, voice carrying that thick Aussie drawl. “Long arse court case, huh? Ya’d think these morons would learn not to fuck with the upper class by now.” He gave a loose shrug. “Anyway, ya wanna get outta here and grab a drink?”
She cared less about courts like this unless she was the run running it in her ring. She could have been doing anything else, releasing new beauty lines and fashion trends during all the time she spent here today. Leviathan had reluctantly raised her hand to many verdicts to try and get this over with soon.
That soon took longer than it should, and she was so mentally exhausted that she really needed a recharge! A voice next to her as she rose up caught her attention. "Mammon? Yeah." Much as though her serpent twin didn not like the clown that much, Levi felt her choice of a recharge was just handed to her and she took it.
"Lets go, then, before I end up taking a nap. This was such a drawl."
What's your hate language?
Selfishness
so this counters acts of service. you might ignore people you don't like who are obviously hinting at you for help, or leave someone with a heavy workload knowing they're struggling.. yeeahh. it doesn't really mean you're selfish in general, don't worry. just to certain types... and they probably deserve it if they're opps❤️
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Q&A under the cut.
picking a hair style
I am personally partial to 3 but it's lacking something... I'm open to ideas
someone motivate me to finish my Alastor design.
and make a Michael design---
Alastor: IT WAS ME, I WAS THE TURKEY ALL ALONG
🪶 — #SHIPPING GUIDE: romance edition
Inspired by various shipping memes and by @/yokaimeme's non-romantic shipping meme, this is a romantic shipping guide meme! This meme post is for those who are interested in dynamics that are romantic and/or sexual in nature. For a non-romantic shipping guide check out this prompt post.
ㅤsend 💕 (or two hearts emoji if unable to see it) and I will fill out the below form based on what I would like to see between our muses! Alternatively, feel free to fill out the form yourself & send it in an ask if you would prefer to share your ideas! (please remember to specify what muse you're sending from or for with multimuse blogs!)
KEY: bold = absolutely italics = maybe strikethrough = never
LEVEL OF RELATIONSHIP
newly pining or crushing // just confessed // just started dating // going steady (having dated for 3 to 12 months) // serious relationship (3+ years together) // engaged // just married // have been married for a few years // previously dated // on and off again relationship // one sided crushing or pining // newly separated // newly divorced // newly broken up // giving their relationship one last chance // part of a poly relationship // one night stand // multiple-night stand // friends with benefits // other (share your idea)
GETTING TOGETHER...
childhood friends to lovers // college friends to lovers // best friends to lovers // roommates to friends to lovers // exes to friends to lovers // coworkers to friends to lovers // enemies to friends to lovers // friends of circumstance to close friends to lovers // one night stand to lovers // multiple-night stand to lovers // friends with benefits to lovers // other (share your idea)
EXPRESSING AFFECTION...
romantic words // acts of service // quality time // gift giving // cuddling // hugging // hand holding // kissing // other (share your idea)
SEXUAL PREFERENCES (cross out this section if you NEVER plan on writing n.sfw threads)
tops // bottoms // switches // likes oral sex // likes vaginal sex // likes anal sex // likes mutual masturbation // has a low sex drive // has a moderate sex drive // has a high sex drive // likes slow sex // likes fast sex // likes having sex with more than one person / considers themselves 'vanilla' // 3 kinks they have (list them) // 3 hard boundaries (list them) // considers themselves (write gender identity) // their sexual orientation is (write it) // other important notes (write it)
(OPTIONAL) list up to 3 plot/thread ideas you have :
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The Doctor nods his head, listening to the other explain. as the two of them awaited their drinks, said drinks wouldn't be too long before they'd be slide over.
The lil Vampire coming over and picking up the cups, handing the shake out towards Pierrot.
" Then I shall look forward to your performance. "
Pierrot accepted the cup, taking a healthy sip from the straw and feeling content with the taste. Very sweet, which he likes.
<See you there!> he signed. He didn't leave yet, wondering if the man wanted to chat more. The monster can consider this a reasonable work break to get friendly, and he is very interested in this man. <where are you from?>
𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑼𝑺. 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑼𝑺 !
Hazbin Hotel multimuse. Indie. Private & selective - mutuals only. Multi-Verse / Multi-Ship. Crossover friendly but selective. OC friendly. Mun & Muses are adults 29+. Canon and canon divergent. ©
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and bisexual colors version !
Harlequin knows exactly what he himself would want for his birthday. Unfortunately, he isn't allowed in the kitchen, so he has to go buy a small personal lemon cake. He does decorate it himself, at least as best he can, by writing 'feliz aniversário' on the top in green icing. The writing is a little shaky, but at least it's legible. "Happy birthday, partner in crime~"
Answered!
Harlequin Birthday~
@macabrenexus
Harlequin knows exactly what he himself would want for his birthday. Unfortunately, he isn't allowed in the kitchen, so he has to go buy a small personal lemon cake. He does decorate it himself, at least as best he can, by writing 'feliz aniversário' on the top in green icing. The writing is a little shaky, but at least it's legible. "Happy birthday, partner in crime~"
Pinprick green eyes immediately darted to the little cake, accepting it even if it wasn't perfect. It didn't need to be. Harlequin, himself, didn't get a cake for his counterpart. Not yet. He did, however, make something else. "Aww, thank you, Harley~" He answered, using a cute nickname for him. "I don't have something delicious for you, but...." As he set the cake down on a nearby table, he went to fetch something to present it to the other green monster.
A puppet, or... well, more of a plush of their likeness in a small but very soft and fluffy form. As though Harlequin took great care and precision to make this thing as the fabric is higher quality than what he normally uses for his puppets. "I have this~ It's your birthday too."
