#hashtagbiitch

[madsxientific]

@hashtagbiitch sent; 📜

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. ( accepting )

Baxter: " So that’s my plan. " Velvette: " Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. " Baxter: "No, go ahead, I want to hear it. " Velvette: " It fucking sucks. " Baxter: " That’s not constructive criticism. "

[ofcorruptminds]

@hashtagbiitch sent in "Aw, look at how cute you are." to tease Vox.

Many things you could call him and he'd take it no questions asked because it was more then likely true but CUTE!? That was one thing he was not.

"Yeah....sure Vel I'm about as cute as when you stick a fork into a electrical outlet." Is muttered as his eyes narrow as he rolled them. "You can't say shit pink tails really give you this whole adorable doll vibe."

[mediafeind]

"sorry but mr. valentino has this room reserved."

✱ one liner sc for @hashtagbiitch

[toxitrosiaa]

val veets about your muse ♡ velvette @hashtagbiitch

[gynaiko]

"Let me show you what a real kiss feels like." ( lute )

ㅤㅤㅤThe tension in the air is automatic; Lute’s expression hardens instantly, sharp gaze cutting toward the sinner like a blade. She doesn’t move at first, posture completely stiff, arms crossed tightly over her chest as if physically restraining herself from reacting too quicklyㅤ( why you hold yourself back, you don’ quite know… )ㅤFor a moment, the only sound between them is the faint rustle of her armor as she shifts her weight,ㅤ❛ A real kiss? ❜ㅤshe repeats in a voice low thru grit teeth;ㅤ& cold, carrying just enough venom to make her point. Golden orbs narrow, flicking up & down as if sizing Velvette up,ㅤthe disdain in her expression suggesting she’s already made her judgment,

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ You think you’re qualified to demonstrate that, do you, sinner? ❜ㅤShe steps closer, closing the gap just enough to make Velvette uncomfortable, lips twisting into a faint, bitter smile, though it doesn’t reach the eyesㅤ❛ I’ve seen more of this world, this life, than you could ever hope to comprehend. You’re nothing but a spark in the grand scheme of things; a flicker that’ll burn out long before you’ve even realized it.ㅤI suggest you take your little games & theatrics, & shove them up your ass… ❜

[gynaiko]

smile for the camera ! { to karen from wally @sidebitchcs }

ㅤㅤㅤThe sinner’s fiery gaze snaps toward the lanky imp [ she hated them the moment she arrived here ] —ㅤas if her glare alone could incinerate him, lips twist into a tight, forced ‘smile’ that barely conceals the boiling irritation beneath, if at that,ㅤ❛ Oh, I’m smiling alright! ❜ㅤshe snaps, voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, the words practically hissing through her teeth.ㅤ❛ What are you waiting for? Take the damn picture already! ❜ㅤKaren places one hand on her hip, her hand other gesturing wildly toward the camera, mocking the entire spectacle.ㅤ❛ Is this what you wanted? The angry Karen, caught in all her glory? ❜ㅤmanicured digits tap sharply against her bicep as her arm crosses back over her chest.ㅤ❛ Better be getting my good side! Someone’s gonna regret filming this, & spoiler alert —ㅤit won’t be me… ❜ㅤStrained grin stays plastered on her face, twitching just ever so, itching to punch this tool…

[scienca]

ㅤㅤㅤHe meticulously adjusts a set of interconnected valves, movements deliberate & well-rehearsed as steam hisses faintly around him. The faint click of heels echoes through the lab, his attention reluctantly pulled from his work. Baxter straightens slightly, brushing off his coat before turning to face his guest,ㅤ❛ Ah, Miss Velvette ❜ㅤcue a curt nod, tone measured,ㅤ❛ To what do I owe the...ㅤpleasure of your visit? If there’s something you need, I am, of course, at your service. ❜ㅤHis hands clasp behind his back, expression neutral but attentive,ㅤ/ㅤ@hashtagbiitchㅤSTEPPED INTO THE LAB ,

[calamitism]

HAZBIN HOTEL & HELLUVA BOSS @hashtagbiitch sent: ❛ i just… is she blind, suffering some form of brain damage ? ❜ [ melissa- it's time to shit talk the competition ]

Blinking, Melissa's head turns to look in the direction that Velvette points. The enemy in question certainly moves with a strong stance, but the feathers all over her collar are... a lot. And not in a good way.

Wincing, the sinner shakes her head. "The height of her collar is probably to make up for how short she is. It doesn't work," She says, the insult being soft-spoken, but still rolling easily off of the tongue.