#allantlers

[sparkinglove]

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance / for charlie!

Nonverbal RP Starters || X

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

This was the one part she had feared about the party. Despite being royalty, it wasn't often she was invited to these sort of affairs -- the parties, or get-togethers that the high-class threw. Some of the Seven Deadly Sin were there by invitation, including her dad, and the invitation had extended to her as a result. Normally, she ignored them, but this time, thanks to some persistence from her friends, she decided to accept on behalf of the hotel. It was a tremendous opportunity to advertise the progress of her hotel and the residents who resided there.

Since Vaggie wasn't able to join, she invited the next best companion available: Alastor. Who better to help advertise the hotel than her hotelier?

But when it came to dancing, she barely knew one foot from the other. She hadn't planned on engaging in the activity, so when elongated claws slipped between her fingers and pulled her towards the dance floor, shock raced through her. Golden eyes turned up towards him in surprise. "Alastor?"

Right. In a brief instance, she was reminded that this was an activity that brought the radio demon real joy, not the kind that came from the screams of the souls he tormented. The reminder made a bright smile fill her face. He deserved this kind of fun, so for him, she supposed she could spare a dance or two.

She went willingly, letting him lead her to the dance floor, trying not to laugh at his quiet insistence. "I'm soooo sorry if I step on you! I'm not very good at this, for warning." She wanted to apologize in advance and give him a proper warning that now was his chance to back off if he didn't want his feet being crushed by her.

"I wanted to thank you for coming to this with me. I know all of this--," she waved her hand around the room, "--can be a lot of socializing. It means a lot to me that you could make it." She never would've had the guts to face it on her own.

[cherribxmbs]

cherri was sure this was the place angel had told her he was staying, but as soon as she walked into the old , kind of tacky looking , hotel , she was second guessing herself . heeled boots thud against the wooden floor , and she called out , loud and obnoxious , " hello ? " the single word was elongated and perhaps a little over dramatic , but , she figured it ' d at least get someone ' s attention .

@allantlers

[gamblersbar]

✦ ┆ @allantlers: “It’s not that bad.”

❥   INJURED/INJURY STARTERS.

          Shit, shit, shit- There's a few sharp inhales as discomfort was already turning into something like panic.. but he's decided to deny himself those emotions. Deny Alastor the joy of seeing him so miserable. It's not that bad, he says. Those words were anything but comforting, but Husk still clings to them like his sanity depended on it.

          Left hand wet with his own blood, he firmly clutched at his side. The fuckers were just piles of gore now, but one of them had managed to.. stab him with something.

          "Tell me we're.. leaving." Please.

[sparkinglove]

@allantlers | starter from Vox

The Hazbin Hotel wasn't the only one to suffer damages from the most recent battle with the Exorcists. They were the target of the first attack led by Adam and his Lieutenant, Lute, and likely the most desirable target for Heaven to eliminate, but they certainly weren't the only targets.

There was a second wave of attack, led by an archangel, and this time, all of Hell was their target.

It started with screams filling the streets, interrupting the broadcast the Vees were watching together of the fight currently happening at the hotel. It was finally getting to the good part, where Alastor was about to die by the hands of the angel, but the screams became too close for comfort, and soon, alarms surrounding their tower began blaring.

It was a scramble for them to try and fortify the tower, but it was too late. The angels broke through and tore through every VoxTek employee who stood in their path until they reached the three of them, and a terrible battle ensued.

It wasn't necessarily an attack on them, but as it turned out, on all of Hell. The Exorcists had instructions to obliterate as much as possible and destroy all the souls they could, especially those of the most powerful sinners; the Overlords.

They barely managed to escape with their lives, but that was all they managed to retain. Everything else was lost in the battle; their tower, their employees, their companies... and for Vox, the very relationship he shared with the two of them.

Complications arose during the battle and without a second thought, both Velvette and Val all but disowned him, refusing to allow him to join them again in an attempt to rebuild all they lost. Despite basically being the one to form their group -- the Vees, the three of them -- the bastards disowned him!

In reality, Vox couldn't blame them for the decision after what happened during the battle -- what he did to them -- but that didn't stop it from crushing him any less. He wanted a second chance to make it up to them, to prove that he could change his ways if it meant remaining with them, as part of their group, but they knew better. They refused, casting him aside as if he was another object to be discarded after extermination day.

For a couple of days, all Vox could do was sulk. He all but fell off the grid to the rest of Hell, not appearing in broadcasts or in front of anyone else, too ashamed to show his face, and had too much time to think. It made him realize that without the other Vees or his media, there was nothing left for him.

Maybe it would have been better if one of the Exorcists had taken him out along with the others, rather than living life alone like this.

That was when he realized that he didn't have to be alone. There was one place in Hell that would accept him, regardless of his history, or whatever dirty tricks he previously partook in. One place that wouldn't question him about what happened during the attack at the V Tower, at least not by the person who ran the establishment.

With nothing else left for him, Vox swallowed his pride and showed up on the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel, knocking on its door and prepared to ask for a room to stay.

[1k17y]

@advlox - "Hello? Hellloooo? Are you ignoring me?"

ㅤㅤㅤOh dear, how could he think that? Kitty starts, almost as if unsure how to proceed momentarily, before her smile widens just ever so — gentle bells jingle as she tilts her head toward Vox,ㅤ❛ ❚ CONNECTIVITY ISSUES: PLEASE STAND BY !ㅤMy apologies, Mister Vox; I wouldn’t dream of it, absolutely not! I do believe I was in SLEEP MODE as my systems updated, ❜ㅤthere’s something a little indiscernible glimmering in her glowing orbs,ㅤ❛ Processing takes several moments; it won’t happen again. Now, how can I help? ❜

[xluciifer]

❛ i kinda hoped you would just ignore it. ❜ / from @advlox !

From this prompt! / Always Accepting!

The King of Hell was an expert in his craft of ignoring things; the art of the act was like breathing for him. But sometimes, situations arise that garner his attention that he just can't turn a blind eye to. A feat which was awfully hard to spur out of the well put together ruler. Who even was this guy, huh? Confidence surpassing even the King's to think, to even assume, this guy had any right trying to INSTALL his products on, in or around the property of the angel.

His feathers were definitely ruffled, especially due to his views on technology in Hell. His opinion? Didn't really care, but don't bring that brainwashing contraptions to HIS abode.

⸺ ❝ HA⸺ IGNORE IT? I'll assume whatever wedged inside that head of yours is malfunctioning because I was rather CLEAR on NOT wanting ANYTHING to do with what ya have to offer me. Get rid of it now before my patience wears any thinner. Thaaanks. ❞

[copaceticjillybean]

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

Jillian is NOT into the television. It was a newer invention in her life, and she was such a bookworm and radio head that, really, there was very little interest in the picture box. She loves movies though, and she always has. The Wizard of Oz blew her mind when she saw it in theaters as a teen, and she's continued to indulge in movies in Hell, renting a television and DVD player for a couple days at a time to enjoy whatever latest Earthly movies she can get in the pit. But the trash television of both Hell AND Earth these days? No, she doesn't engage. 'Ghost F++kers' is not something she has any interest in whatsoever.

[copaceticjillybean]

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

While she was alive, Jillian had ZERO belief in Heaven or Hell, or really anything of a faith based nature. She was very much in the 'we die and it's all over' catergory, despite being a regular church goer with her father, and then later with her husband and children. When her husband died, she hoped Heaven was real, but it was the kind of empty, passing hope of someone who is wishing that what they consider reality could be different- that Heaven would be a good place for her dead love to be, if only it was real. So, needless to say, it was QUITE the shock when she arrived in Hell- she was NOT expecting it at all! X'D