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@nctapcssum
Hi there! While I get things set up, allow me to introduce myself. I go by Acme, she/her, and I use Nora Rita Norita from Animaniacs as a faceclaim. And this is a roleplay blog of Moxxie from Helluva Boss. The page is currently in an extreme state of Under Construction, so while I figure this stuff out, follow me and I'll think of a thing or two for us to do.
GIVE MY MUSE A NICKNAME / PET NAME.
“Dear 666 News, I am a regular viewer of your broadcasts, and I have become increasingly disturbed at how much you’ve burst into flames in the past few weeks. Please do better. Signed, Moxxie.
Background gags in Helluva Boss appreciation post, part 2
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seeing the lemon stealing whores reference man
did fucking 2000′s humor.
i wonder how many people got that reference.
Will get on an actual posting schedule momentarily. Still working on figuring out stuff on this hellsite.
Reblog if your muse can sing.
“And why in the heaven am I expected to do this?!”
ladiesofhell:
She was excited to start their five weeks of vacation. It was well earned after everything they’d been through in the last year, especially with work. She had awakened to find Mox not in bed, rubbing her eyes as she went to the kitchen. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She greeted her hubby with a kiss once he woke up and stood. She glanced at the papers curiously. “Were you up all night?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzled the crook of his neck with a purr. She could guess he was trying to write more music so she avoided trying to peek at it.
As Millie held onto him, Moxxie felt a bit bad for being unable to come up with something good for his song. Sighing for a moment, he looked her in the eyes after the kiss and frowned a bit. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I’m sure whatever I come up with will be great. I’m stuck coming up with a really good ending for it, and I’m not sure where to go with it next.” That, of course, wasn’t going to stop him from actually trying to relax during the vacation. His constant anxiety over work and if Millie would get hurt due to it was mostly why he didn’t enjoy it half the time, give or take having to deal with Blitzo’s eccentricities and Loona’s.... being Loona, really.
@ladiesofhell
Five weeks of vacation. They had been given five weeks of vacation after the incident with Fizzaroli and Osmodeus. And Moxxie was planning to make it count. Since Blitzo had mostly stayed hidden in the wake of it, due to prying eyes and paparazzi after he got caught dating a prince, Moxxie and Millie were left prying eye free, and to their own devices. So, Moxxie was writing another song for her. And he’d been up all night figuring it out. With their dining room table covered in five stacks of crumpled up paper and three cups of the admittedly awful coffee Hell had to offer to Imps, Moxxie woke up face first on a stack of paper and one of the pencils he wore down to the nub trying to think of it. And that is, of course, when Millie walked into the kitchen. Yawning a bit before getting out of his seat, he smiled. “Morning, Millie,” he spoke in the most cheerful tone he’s had since joining IMP, “Are you ready for a fun filled day of relaxation?”
LIKE THIS POST AND I WILL SEND SOMETHING YOUR WAY.
Considering a retheme after the recent news about that one person who doesn’t deserve naming. What character would be a better fit than Moxxie for me to write, anyway?
My air conditioner has been replaced. Replies will be starting as soon as I can.
I will be starting full-on writing in a while. My air conditioner is on the fritz and as a result I'm not at my computer nearly as much as I should be while I wait for my landlord to replace it.
Planned to crank out starters/replies today but the heat's been so extreme that I wasn't able to force myself to sleep. Will get to everything as soon as possible. Thank you for understanding.
Still figuring out scheduling on here. For the record, that post I just made was supposed to go out tomorrow.
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nctapcssum:
Hadn’t this happened in the past before? Strangers outside the cabin calling for help and they had less than pure intentions. Well a few of them were fertilizer in the garden and if the queen expected him to pay taxes to fund yet another extravagant throne and were going to use force, they’d feed his tomatoes and cabbages. He wasn’t paying any more taxes. The peacock throne was enough of a national embarrassment. Still, he had an oath to uphold. Do no harm. Take absolutely no guff in return, but do no harm. “Uh…Fella?” That certainly sounded like a human but all he saw was a moving bush. Doc began to slowly move and reached out to the foliage. “Uh… I coul’ help? I can heal…” Well so long as he wasn’t here to talk about taxes. Then things would get very, very rough.
Moxxie was now given one of two choices. Either reveal himself in an attempt to plead general ignorance and hope to god this stranger didn’t question why he was an imp, or run like the wind and hope to god the birds, or this man, don’t follow him. And since he pretty much outed himself already, he was forced to pick the first one. “S-sir,” Moxxie said as he crawled out of the bushes, covered in small talon marks, “Please tell me those were not your earthly trained pets. Because I swear to Heaven that I don’t know where any of those winged creatures came from.” That is, of course, when Moxxie realized one important thing.... his gun was gone. In a period that didn’t have the level of firearm that he did. This was bad. Immediately starting to panic and dig around everywhere, he looked at the man and made a small, shrill squeak of terror. “I seem to have lost something extremely important,” he started in a panicked tone, “You haven’t seen a...... magic tool...... that looks like a long tube with fancy things sticking out of it, have you?”
@cxnscience
Ah, Thursday. And not just any Thursday, but the Thursday when the IMP office was being fumigated for an extreme case of roaches that Loona somehow brought back from the surface after a date with another hellhound on the surface. Which meant only one thing: getting the fuck out of Hell so that Lucifer didn't realize who brought the roaches during the fire spree. And this led Moxxie and Millie to the surface in Italy. Hiding in multiple alleyways throughout a small village so that nobody spots them, they were finally allowed to get away from Blitzo for a short time. Unfortunately, Millie got extremely distracted by a fox and cat in human clothing. Utterly confused until they led her off to a puppet theatre, Moxxie was, once again, on his own. Or so he thought. As he sat on a small log, a small figure started floating down in front of him using an umbrella. "Oh crumbs," was all Moxxie said for a period before realizing it was only another bug, "Wait a second. It's a bug. It's not like it can report me to the town leader for being here."
