S I N N E R S

priv. & sel. hazbin hotel multi by madi.

[sinnersdealings]

indie private and selective multimuse ft. characters from Hazbin Hotel by madi

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featuring: vox, husk, valentino

wassup: catching up on helluva boss

status: low activity

rules. || mains (tba). || carrd. (tba). || meme tag. || open starters. || ship bias.

affiliates: alastor ( derogatory )

[ask-meme-addicts]

“Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme

❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞

❝ I preen for Satan. ❞

❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞

❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞

❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞

❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞

❝ I’m a dirty bird. ❞

❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞

❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞

❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞

❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞

❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞

❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞

❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞

❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞

❝ God can’t help you now. ❞

❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞

❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞

❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞

❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞

❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞

❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞

❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞

❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞

❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞

❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞

❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞

❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞

❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞

❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞

❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞

❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞

❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞

❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞

❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞

[vrawliney]

can't stop drawing them

[kittenfangirl20]

Vox gets Alastor as his prisoner and one of the first things he does is make Alastor go on a date with him.

[petitprincess1]

"I'M FROM FUCKING FLORIDA!"

Can't believe I'm saying this, but poor Val pffffff

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@diisccvery

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I need to stop watching Did You Forget ( Reprise ) before bed because it immediately triggers my Vox muse every time.

[bambitek]

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unprompted. || @ofluminance

" hiya, tutz.. fancy seein' you here.. " / i am giving husk my secret angel

“ Angel... ” Setting his drink aside, Husk draws his head upwards. Like seeing a ghost, he stares. A frown weighs on his lips, but hope shines in his eyes. Thoughts cross his mind in sequence, but they pull him in several directions at once. If this is an opportunity to bring Angel back, he can't blow it. But, somehow, he always fucks it up. Or maybe Angel's only lookin' for an excuse to bolt. Seems like he's as fragile as the glass in Husk's hands.

“ I didn't — ” expect to see you here. The words die on his lips. He's been searching. Bar after bar, karaoke, clubs, name it. Frequenting Valentino's territory may not be a genius strategy ( and Cherri's advised against it ), but letting go isn't in the cards for him. Swallowing down the words and folding the thoughts, he grips his glass and gives it a good swig before shifting into bartender mode. Wide smile, flirtatious wink. Another night between the two like nothing's amiss. “ Fancy seein' you here. ” Cue his glass tilting towards Angel's direction. “ You look ... ” Like a hot mess. “ ... like you've been workin'. ”

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unprompted. || @cannideer

"Where did Joe go after getting lost in a minefield? Everywhere."

“ HA! ” Definitely getting better.

“ Sucks to be that fucker. Maybe I should install some kind of punishment minefield for whenever performance evaluations come up. The number of mines can be determined by their rankings. ”

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unprompted. || @cannideer

"What is Samsung CEO's favorite movie? Total recall"

“ Total ... recall ... Ha ha ha... ” His laugh's entirely dry, but, if nothing else, he appreciates that this one is tailored to his personal interests.

“ Well this one is an improvement at least. ”

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unprompted. || @cannideer

"What’s red and bad for your teeth? A brick."

“ Has anyone ever asked you to perform standup, Alastor? No? ”

“ This is why. ”

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unprompted. || @cannideer

He just looks at Vox for moment before he blinks and then pretty much fall into him wrapping his arm around the other overlord holding him tightly hiding his face into Vox's chest. It's easy to see with the way his ears are almost flat to head and thst his smile it less bright that something was wrong. "Can you stay the night?" (For Vox)

Vox shouldn't find this gratifying. A good partner doesn't take satisfaction in their partner both looking and feeling deflated, tired, and some sense of dejected. But — well — here's a disheveled, drained Alastor leaning on him in every sense of the way for support. Ah, damn. Maybe today is a good day in Hell. Angling his chin above Alastor's head, Vox at least tries to obscure his smile from view. Both hands circle around Alastor's sides. A gentle couple of taps against Aastor's shoulders, then one holds Al's middle as the other combs through Al's hair in search of his ear. A cooing noise and he's already petting the spot Vox has come to consider his favorite.

“ There' there, Alastor. You know I'll always make time for you, my dear. ” There's some truth to the statement. There, sure. Present and attentive? It's a coin flip. Alastor's in luck tonight though. He starts to guide Alastor towards the bed, and he's practically beaming. “ You can tell me aaalllll~ about whatever's on your mind. ”

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spooky season. || @cannideer

"You  look  like  you  haven't  slept." For Vox

Tired. It's not a word befitting of Hell's future Greatest God. Arms folded, Vox's expression falls to a disapproving scowl. He lowers his phone in exchange to look at Alastor's — typical — smile. You wanna talk about tired; that thing should retire.

Okay, maybe Vox is feeling a bit curt.

“ Of all people, I'd expect you to understand there's no rest for one, the wicked. And two, the entertainment industry. ” Although, that's never quite stopped Alastor from passing out before Vox ever finishes his task list for the day. He only shrugs in response, mirroring Alastor's smile with no real intention to reassure. No, this is simply a choice he makes. Rest can wait until he's accomplished his goals. Besides, who's he going to delegate the workload? Valentino? Absolutely not.

“ I didn't think you were the sort to micromanage, Al. ” He pauses, a sudden idea springs into his mind before his eyes shift to a touch more enthused. “ Although, I'm all ears if you have a better use of my time in mind. ”

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unprompted. || @cannideer

"Je t'aime de toutes les manières possibles."

Cue the demanding squint; he's exercising his patience with every word he knows Alastor's deliberately obscuring. Vox goes as far as to smile to welcome whatever the fuck he just said. Deep breath, Vox. Deep breath. Alastor's just like this sometimes. And by this, he means a ragebaiter by choice. Sometimes, Vox wonders if Alastor can even help himself.

“ Alastor, my dear. ” Vox begins, tone offering honey with how superficially sweet it sounds. “ You know if you want to use foreign language, I have to either record it or play around with my settings to actually understand you prior to speaking. ”

They've been over this already.

“ So... use your words; PREFERABLY in ENGLISH this time. ”

[ofluminance]

“Since I have such a willing audience — ” By willing, he’s referring to a captive, reluctant Lucifer. “I think I’ll take a moment to answer the question that’s been on every Sinner’s mind: What does angel even taste like?!” Cue the manic laughter, teeth on his screen as sharp as knives. “Sure. You’re probably tainted and bitter just like the rest of us — ” Vox approaches closer, a clawed hand reaching to pinch those cute, little dimpled cheeks. His other hand reaches for Lucifer’s arm. Vox looks delighted. “But it should have some RELIC of a flavor profile, right?” And with that, he takes a gluttonous CHOMP out of Lucifer’s arm. // @sinnersdealings

madi's muses are hangry. / @sinnersdealings

" oh.. sooooo willing.. fucking microwave. " the king's eyebrow is lifted, clearly annoyed. not like he can go anywhere! he was trapped to this stupid contraption, with no access to his arms and legs, spread at such a ridiculous angle. charlie was going to murder him if he made it out of this alive.

red eyes dart back towards vox, he was too unpredictable. even lucifer had no idea where this was headed. "... you're gonna what now? " lucifer blinks, realization finally hitting him. oh - no the f u c k he isn't. if vox bit hard enough to draw his archangel blood, they would have an entirely different issue on his hands. it wouldn't just be his power that vox wanted, next time.

fighting against vox's claws, lucifer growls and pulls his head in the opposite direction, out of his grasp. " get off me, you bastard! " there's a fire in his eyes, and though his tail is currently trapped, lucifer can feel it flicking with his growing rage. " you don't know anything about who i really am, fuck off, toaster. "

vox's presence alone sends a sickening shiver up lucifer's spine. he was such an idiot. how could he let it get to this? he was so weak against them all, it was absolutely pathetic. no wonder no one had come for him. maybe this was it after all? vox would be the one to kill him, wouldn't he? well, as close he could get to dying.

CHOMP

with a loud hiss, lucifer shuts his eyes tight and grimaces. " .. fuck. " the king opens an eye, watching painfully as gold trickles down his arm and drips from vox's chin. a crazed smirk finds lucifer then, there was something inherently intimate about the entire thing, as screwy as it was. maybe the idea of that would be enough to scare vox away. " tastes like apples, huh? - sweet, but bitter? guess i do have a unique flavor profile after all. " lucifer just hoped that's all vox would wonder about. what he didn't know, is one little bite had just made him stronger.

" satisfied, my dear, dvd player? " lucifer bats his eyes sweetly; in the next moment, there's fire laden back within. lucifer uses what strength he can to try and shake vox off. " then, get off! "

[cannideer]

@sinnersdealings about Vox: Al, why do you put up with him

Al in my mind: Someone has too

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Vox vc; Oh yeah? Well just remember you’re no walk in the park either.

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my parents: maybe we’ll watch an episode of Hazbin since you like it.

me: new fear unlocked