#halflingvero

[exquisiteccrpse]

👫 (@halflingvero)

send a 👫 && i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship // @halflingvero

party ghouls. except when these two party together there’s major fire damage.it keeps happening , and they somehow haven’t got caught yet. or maybe there’s just no witnesses. it’s a mystery.

any time vero’s references his duties as an informant he just keeps upping his price. if she ever genuinely needed his services , no hesitation ( not that he’d admit this ). until then , she can keep saving up for a payment plan. he’s got gucci to shop for.

sometimes , out of nowhere , they just seem like they’re gonna fight. teeth bared , snarling. mean and snarky , nipping at each other’s throat. they’re just fucking around with some fire ghoul energy but it can startle anyone passing by with all the ghoulish aggressiveness.

smoke breaks above the courtyards where the clergy stray cats can still venture. they sneak a shit ton of scraps and spend a while with the kitties away from the hellscape they live in on the daily.

[ghulehdoctor]

Technicalities

A steaming mug of coffee was cradled gingerly in her hands as she made her way through the quiet halls of the church. It was getting late, and she was on her third batch of paperwork, so another cup of coffee was due. By this point, she was used to everyone heading to bed, thus leaving her with quiet halls and an empty church. But tonight... she wasn’t alone.

She heard the raised voice before she saw who they belonged to. Turning the corner, the doctor spotted who was having such a heated debate- Vero, and... Was that Lucifer? The halfing threw her hands in the air, and Lucifer looked more than pleased with himself. They were tucked up against the opposing wall, and were hardly mincing words. What all were they talking about that was so damned important this late at night?

Faye cleared her throat, rounding the corner as she took a sip from her coffee. “You both alright? It’s later, and you both seem like you’re having a rather... heated talk there.”

Maybe she was just checking in because she was curious, maybe it was because she was trying to make sure Vero wouldn’t burn anything down, or that Lucifer would goad anyone into doing anything they’d regret.

@halflingvero @mr-lucifer-mornlngstar

[satanicstfrancis]

closed starer for @halflingvero

It had been a month since Omega had arrived, and so far, Errett had kept her distance. She was adamant that Air and Omega spend time together without her. Mostly, she was afraid he would feel like she was butting in and resent her for it. If he could see that she was capable of sharing Air, there would be one less reason to dislike her.

It was hard enough figuring out what to do in a relationship with one ghoul, let alone two, and Errett had lost her two biggest confidants when if came to relationships. 

But tonight, she was joining Air and Omega for a dinner she was making. Omega had brought back spices from Hell, and Errett had offered to try to cook with them. There was one in particular that tasted an awful lot like paprika, so she had decided on beef stew with fresh bread and an apple pie.

Vero would have bawked at the idea of proving oneself to be a worthy mate. She’d be perched on the counter while Errett cooked, making fun of her the whole time while swiping mouthfuls of food and making the blonde feel infinitely better and more relaxed.

It’s not the 50’s, Blondie, they should be making you dinner. They’re already lucky enough to get to grab your boobs. You’re like a fucking Stepford Wife.

Errett slammed the oven door harder than she had meant to. She ached for Vero often throughout the day, and she imagined she would for awhile yet. The bubbling stew, as good as it smelled, was a poor distraction.

I hope she’s filling Ouija’s water bowl.

[mr-lucifer-mornlngstar]

She looked at the floor while holding out the gift card, packaged in a little pop-up card shaped like a couch. "Don't ask how I got it. Yeah, I know you don't need it. But the thought is supposed to count, or something." @halflingvero

@halflingvero

Lucifer raised a cautious brow as Vero approached him. She wasn’t meeting his eyes and her walk wasn’t as confident as it usually was, but that didn’t mean she was up to any good.

He took the gift card, but looked back to her before reacting. What’s the catch, he wondered silently.

He waited, but there didn’t appear to be one. He could tell by how much she seemed to hate to be doing this. Lucifer grinned mischievously before pulling Vero into a hug. Not because he was much of a hugger, he wasn’t—at all, but because she was even less of one. He did let her off after she’d trashed his room, after all. “Thank you, Vero. Errett wasn’t fibbing about there being a bit of kindness in you, after all.”

[aeruginoussulfur]

The halfling let out an exasperated sigh and flopped across the piano, halting the air ghoul mid melody. "This is a mess," she said, blowing at the nest of messy hair that stuck to her face. Even a fire ghoul couldn't work with this humidity. "Help me get this shit out of my face. You can braid hair pretty." @halflingvero ((fingers crossed that tunglr dont eat this one))

Air winced at the abrupt clang of the keys, pushed himself up from the piano bench, and gently hauled Vero off of the piano with both hands. Setting her down easily on the bench, he crossed his arms, glaring lightly.

“My piano is not a couch. Don’t do that again. Now, what is it that you want from me?”

[sinful-thaumaturge]

🔪 (time to meet this binch) @halflingvero

@halflingvero

First door? Locked. Second? Locked. Third? Fourth? Fifth? Locked, locked, locked! People fucked one another right in the halls of this place and yet not one unlocked, unguarded door?

Malfrit was beginning to panic. His kill had been ruined by that twink of a fire ghoul and now he was just running around with his vessel covered in blood. He had to find somewhere to lay low and let his vessel come back to consciousness. He didn’t have a ton of time, she was starting to fight him. Subconsciously, of course. She wanted to wake up and he was having a difficult time keeping her down. If he could just find her room, or any room, he could get rid of the bloody clothes, shower off and let her think everything was a dream. He didn’t need her catching wind of what he was trying to do, not yet. 

Finally, one handle clicked, but it opened the wrong way. Out came the halfling his vessel liked so much. This was just not the crossroad collector’s night.

[cinnabaritebouquet]

"Whatcha doin' with that chicken?" the halfling asked, catching the unknown ghoul off guard. She obviously knew what this ghoul's intentions were. She crept out of the shadows, gentle candle like plumes of fire blowing at the tips of her horns. "I sure hope you weren't planning on eating that, since I'm pretty sure that one's not on the chopping block." As she continued to talk, she let her flames strengthen, eyes glowing in the night. - @halflingvero

“you know damn well what l want to do but since you caught me, fine”

she drops the chicken who slowly walks away from the weird ghouls, her hands are up to show she not holding anything besides that chicken, hoping the other can’t see her  Satchel

“guess no chicken dinner for me, get anything besides that to say to me, miss fire horns “

[abyssalghoul]

Fuming, Vero stormed over to where the deep sea ghoul was reading. She nearly closed the book on his fingers when she snapped it shut, snatching and throwing it aside. "You'd best fucking watch it," she spat, venomous. "You get off on screwing with my friends, huh? The last time I saw a water ghoul, he was choking on his own ashen heart." -@halflingvero

The sudden disturbance in his concentration startled him so fiercely that his neck fins shot out past the illusion of his glamour, bristling and rattling against his skin. Abyssi’s fingers curled around the arms of the chair he was seated in, lip pulling back in a snarl as the half-ghoul leering over him spat threats in his face. He bared his fangs, pulling himself up in the chair to snap his teeth inches from her face.

“How dare you speak to me as such, little fire ghoul? I don’t even know what you’re talking about. 

“Unless you’re somehow friends with that little blonde human. How much lower can you fall, halfling? You think ghouls and humans can be friends?”

@halflingvero