“Why are you here?” hclluvaboss (you can choose any muse! Hope this is okay! )
“I heard someone had made a business around regularly going to the mortal realm...~.”
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“Why are you here?” hclluvaboss (you can choose any muse! Hope this is okay! )
“I heard someone had made a business around regularly going to the mortal realm...~.”
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@hclluvaboss continued from x
“It’s just me and Daddy... but he’s been gone for ages so I went out to look for him.” Hannah admitted, “Have you seen him? He’s got yellow hair and blue eyes, sometimes he looks like a person or sometimes he looks like he’s got black fur and horns. He wore a green jumper before he went out.”
He wouldn’t be happy she left the hotel to look for him, but she was worried. He’d never been out this long.
Cyclops abduction
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Niffty happily hummed away as she was now returning back to her house after stocking up on supplies. But just as she got to the front porch, she soon got the urge to text. She quickly set aside her groceries before pulling out her phone
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 Blitzy, you ever just get back from getting shit and be like “Damn I wanna get drunk”?
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 This is totally not me awkwardly asking if you wanna go out tonight
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 But I mean...if you dooo~
As she waited for a supply, she took a key out of her pocket and put it in the door. Huh, it was already unlocked? Oh well!
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 Either you planned a surprise for me, or I just really left my door unlocked! Just in case I’ll try to act surprised lol :P
Just as she sent that text, there was rustling coming from the hall. The cyclop’s grin grew big with excitement. “OH GEE, I SURE HOPE BLITZY OR SOMEONE DOESN’T JUMP OUT AND SURPRISE ME!” Here eye was bright with eager as she waited for her imp friend to come out from her hiding place. However the eager, along with the color from her face were completely gone as it wasn’t Blitzy that appeared. But someone new.
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 Heyyyy Blitz? So ummm...
〘 txt: Maiden babe 〙 PLEASE HELP
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Octavia blinked down at the Imp. This was the second time one had visited when she was the only one home. She’d been getting lonely again and had been a little too anxious to call Moxxie. “Um...hello...I, uh...can I, like...help you?”
She hoped this one was as friendly as Moxxie had been.
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It had taken the girl hours to find the right building. She was used to flat expanses of desert, sheer cliffs, nothing but you and the burning sand for miles; she had never even heard of a “street” until she came to Hell. Towering blocks of brick and glass surrounded her, suffocating her, blocking out the blood-red sky...she hated it.
Nevertheless, she had come here for a reason. Entering the building, she came across a set of strange metal doors, with a panel of small, round buttons beside it; she looked at it curiously for a moment, before setting off to climb the stairs set into an alcove beside it. This place was full of mystery to her, strange contraptions and things she had never heard of...but she knew stairs.
She climbed and climbed, for what felt like an hour or more, before she stopped. Taking a folded-up flyer out of her poncho, she consulted it, making sure she had the right floor - and it was. Looking down the hall, she saw the letters I.M.P., and made a beeline for the door, flinging it open and coming face-to-face with a red-skinned horned demon.
“Are you Blitzo?” Buddy asked flatly, pronouncing the o. “I heard you kill people.”
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Drake’s warmth wrapped around Blitzo making sure that his magma-like arms wrapped around Blitzo’s neck clutching close to him in that tight embrace. Drake knew too well what it were like to lose everything. He had been kicked out of the Misfits because the kids were scared of him. His only “family”. They saw him for truly how he was. Which is how he ended up here in the first place with the outburst. Yet, Drake doesn’t want to lose this. The thought that someone would hurt Drake, Loona or Hannah for that matter. His only kids. And Blitzo, whose yet to call him “dad”. Maybe it were that Drake weren’t ready to do it yet. To take that title in the thought that he could screw it up.
“I-I know, Blitzo. I know yur jus’ tryna protect us. But if yur mad, then, Oi’m scared Oi’m gonna be mad too.” Drake out of internal instinct chuckled at that moment like laughing at a bad joke. He exhales for a moment burying his humanly features onto his chest. “They’re jus’ bullies. I’m sure of it.”
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“i should have known a little better!”
` * . ☾ a grey fog billows from a dark beak. the idea, and even the action of tasting nicotine has always repulsed him. he never paid mind to those who fancied a cigarette or two but he would never engage in such a damaging activity. until now. until the tower felt more like a prison than his humble abode. the chill of midnight air stinging the flesh beneath his feathers of a friendship abandoned. even as the tips of his talons and fingers shake at the ice forming upon them he drinks the night away with a bottle of an intoxicating elixir and smokes until his chest is dry.
the only downside is that he’ll never die. no, not down here in Hell. not when immortality keeps his heart beating. belonging to the high caste of the Treachery district, he would usually understand the lingering and suspicious stares of the lower and middle caste of the Gluttony circle but today... he just doesn’t care. how... heartless of him. how good it would feel if he hadn’t choked on the first three cigars he’d consumed prior to his twelfth. he got used to smoking, didn’t he? that’s all that mattered.
you want another shot, Prince Stolas ? ---- ❛ oh Lucifer ! Professor will do. Better yet, just call me Stolas. You’ve been very good to entertain me bartender. But a shot? No, no, no... that won’t do... ❜ the owl drunkenly slurs and waves his arms about, lit cigarette creating a trail of smoke in the air. ❛ give me another bottle . ❜ he’s still shaking. perhaps if he just drinks a little more... / / @hclluvaboss !