@forbiddenpractice said: “ You’re dripping blood on the carpet. ”
"And you reek of ink, but you don't see me complaining, now do you? We all have our problems."

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@forbiddenpractice said: “ You’re dripping blood on the carpet. ”
"And you reek of ink, but you don't see me complaining, now do you? We all have our problems."
Things to Do in October: Starters
@forbiddenpractice said: 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market with your character of choice uwu
Mayberry’s gaze scanned the fresh and delicious-looking fruits and vegetables as she walked leisurely between the food stands. Picking up a fruit or vegetable every so often, inspecting it, and paying for it before adding it to her basket.
She never knew that something as mundane as a farmer’s market existed in Hell, but she had to admit she was quite enjoying herself. The teacher could only vaguely remembered the last time she’d actually been to a farmer’s market.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice the other person making their way down from the opposite direction. But eventually, she bumped into them. “Oh shit--I’m sorry! Should’ve been paying attention to where I was going...” She apologized, absolutely flustered by her little blunder.
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“Hello, sir.” The ‘human’ sinner gave the doctor a nod in respect.
“I’m from the Hazbin Hotel, was sent here to have a medical check-up, make sure I have a clean bill of health to do my job as a security job... And the hotel doesn’t have a in-house medic.”
@forbiddenpractice ❤️‘d for a starter!
Nancy could only stare at the demon standing in the middle of the summoning circle. True, she came to this point solely because she was acting out of desperation, but now she had no idea how to proceed.
There was real, living demon standing just a few feet away from her. She honestly didn’t think she’d get this far. The woman looked at him curiously. So this was a demon? She wasn’t sure what exactly to expect, but she didn’t know demons looked like, well, this.
➤ * @forbiddenpractice ... 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 「 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑲𝑶 」 !
How the mighty fall . Not to say that Sachi thought herself as righteous . Unstoppable . She was very much human , though a monster at heart . She did not hunt down the bar code killer because he was a threat to society . She did not hunt him down in the stupid and ridiculous name of justice . No , she had him in her sights because she wanted to see who would win . Which monster would be better . While she worked for the law , Sachi possesses a rather . . . Dark heart and dark soul . She made an exceptional detective , especially when it came to serial killers — because she thought like one . The temptation was always there . How easy it would be to join their ranks . Make a menace of herself .
But she thought that hunting them down was more fun for her . Anyone can get away with murder with the right wits about them , so the challenge was just that : finding them and breaking them . She must have gotten close , too . After all . . . Had she been in his shoes , the most logical thing to do was to dispose and annihilate your competition .
He may have one the battle , but he did not win the war . When his time comes — and it will come — Sachi will be waiting for him , deep in Hell , ready to taste his blood in her maw .
Sachi woke with a start , pushing herself into a sitting position as a hand rose to hold her head . Where the fuck was she ? She remembers following a lead , only to realize — too late — that it had been a trap . The last thing she remembers before coming to again . . . Was a strange hot and cold feeling as a knife was plunged into her . And the agonizing , searing pain of lines being carved into her wrist until she bled out and then there was . . . Nothing .
The shadows around her flickered angrily at the realization that she had been killed . But there wasn’t fear in such a knowing fact — but uncontrollable rage that had the shadows around her dancing like living entities .
@ladiesofhell // commented.
//I READ THAT AS UNWRAPPED BUTTER DICK NOT STICK OMFG
thank you @forbiddenpractice
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@forbiddenpractice said:
🍵 people that try to interact maybe?? So I'm not dumb-
( UHH the only remotely critical thing i have to say about that is i kinda wish people who wanna write with me wouldn’t treat me like i’m better than they are, or TOO good for them. i’m super flattered and downright honored people look up to me and think i’m cool, but when that turns into like ... acting like i’m above them it feels alienating.
i’m just a guy with a blog and an obsessive fixation on funney radio man yanno, i’m not any better than anyone else. )