rosé & holy water

Sipping 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀 & 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 lemonade. hazbin hotel oc by peach

[rosadiaboli]

// Whoaaa holy shit hi?

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INBOX CALL

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INBOX CALL

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rubbcrhose​:

T H E Jester has no issues in holding her, using the crook of his arm to support her head while the other settled underneath her small frame. He peers down at her and leans in close enough to have his helm press against hers gently. “Lilou…? You already named her…” It was a cute name really but he couldn’t hide the evident disappointment in his voice for he had been making a list of potential names for their child.

L I L O U looked almost identical to her mother, there was no mistaking that. There was hints of who was the real father which was a given considering. Speaking of– “Yanno we’re gonna hav’ta be reeeeally careful not havin’ Mammon find out about her.” He lowers down to sit on the floor, still nestling the baby close to him, “If he finds out well… I don’t think it’d end well.” Honestly, he had no idea how Mammon would react to what he did and that there was a child out there that was legitimately his.

T H E Y would just have to be careful. He did say he would keep her safe and he meant it. A small kiss to planted on Lilou’s forhead, his systems beginning to emit a faint purring; showcasing his contentment for now.

“I didn’t know if -- when I was going to be able to come out of hiding.” She avoided eye contact, but she lowered herself to sit by him. “I don’t exactly plan on telling the world about her. And I don’t think Mammon even knows about us, nevermind her.” 

She rested her head against his shoulder, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry I just left again. I was afraid. I couldn’t risk you, or her. I just..had to go.”

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rubbcrhose​:

“I told you– I told you that I can protect you.” His frown only seems to grow, fingers thumping against his metallic chassis as the emotions within begin to overflow; unsure of what to exactly feel first. “Your fuckin’ ex… I could have dealt with him and you know that, but you wouldn’t let me. Still I could have kept you safe. I could have kept you happy but you–”

H E A R I N G the soft coo coming from the bundle momentarily stops his tirade, optics growing wide. He takes a few steps closer and looks down at the baby, almost seeming to forget why he was upset to begin with. “…A month…?” The Jester’s frame slouches, almost crumbling towards the floor in defeat but he straightens himself, enough for his gaze to meet Ophelia’s; optics temporarily flashing red before settling to their usual greens.

“…C A N… Can I hold her?” The Jester lifts his hands and holds them out, wanting to hold not only the baby but Ophelia as well but he’d settle for their child first.

“Oh, Fizz. Of course.” She offered the infant, a little demon with her mother’s complexion and perfectly round cheeks. A little mumble left the little one as she shifted, cherub-like nose scrunching up at the notion of being disturbed. “Lilou,” she said. “Perfectly healthy and a voracious eater.”

[rosadiaboli]

Standin’ on the table,

                          ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶                                     rosé, rosé,                                                                  FUCK the waters

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[bearypure]

🍓🔪

[katemoss-is-immortal-deactivate]

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rubbcrhose​:

F U R I O U S? That’d be an understatement. This isn’t the first time Ophelia has ran away from him and then mysteriously came back only to seemingly disappear yet again. Furious doesn’t even begin to describe how he’s feeling but still when he hears her voice, he simply turns and stares, optics blinking.

“T H A T depends…” The Jester crosses his arms, frowning towards the floor, “Are ya just gonna leave again just when I think you won’t or do you intend to actually stay and keep to your word?” He takes a few careful steps forward as if feeling that the more he comes close, she might just indeed turn around and leave again. “Is that…” A hand gestures towards the bundle Ophelia is carrying, “Is that… ours?”

“It’s not that simple, it -- I had to go. Without you getting involved. Jeremy -- Cruz. It got messy and dangerous.” And she knew better, but she also didn’t know how to ask for help. So she made a shitty choice that left her, once again, laboring by herself to bring a daughter into the world.

Speak of the little devil, the youngling cooed as if summoned, though she remained asleep. Ophelia held her tighter too, a vague smile on her face.

“Our daughter, yes,” she said quietly. “She’s just over a month old now. So there’s still -- there’s time.”

[rosadiaboli]

Standin’ on the table,

                          ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶                                     rosé, rosé,                                                                  FUCK the waters

                            ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

                                             indie HAZBIN HOTEL OC, bloomed by PEACH // c

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STARTER CALL

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“Mens hearts usually taste so shitty. which sucks cuz I’m starving.”

[mirai-e-jump]

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violentemperor​:

Being much taller than the other seemed to help. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but she seemed anxious about something. So, he decided to act as the wall and hide her from who or what she was trying to hide from.

Ophelia was uncharacteristically silent for at least a solid minute, her flush frame tense and nearly shaking. After one long glance to the side she relaxed, a sigh of relief heaving from her chest.

“Fuck” she breathed. “Sorry. I saw one of Cruz’s thugs and if he saw me he was gonna tell.”

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@rubbcrhose​  🖤’d

Just as she had vanished, appeared, then vanished -- she appeared again. THis time Ophelia wasn’t having with child, but she had something small swaddled against her bosom. The object was quiet, but the sign of life within the blanket was apparent by how it rose and fell in a pattern that could only be breathing. She stood in the threshold of the tent, anxious and fidgeting.

“Hey,” she called softly. “I -- I know you’re going to be furious.”

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@grimgrinnr​  🖤’d ​

“Al, why are you looking at me like that?”

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@violentemperor​  🖤’d 

“I need you for, like, two seconds.” Ophelia didn’t ask for permission. She grabbed the other and pinned herself between him and the wall, blocking the view of herself with Kefla’s body. She kept peering anxiously over them.