#he11bambi

[demonicbroadcast]

@he11bambi

Old Al knew that something entertaining was going to happen to him that evening. Call it a demon's intuition; it certainly hadn't failed him before. However, when he waltzed into his usual watering hole, a bold flash of red immediately caught his eye.

An ear pricked. Did that barkeep just call the other Alastor? My, he loved when his gut instincts were right. He hadn't encountered something this interesting in decades.

He sauntered over to the stranger, sliding onto a stool next to him. "Say, couldn't help hearin' we share a name." He extended a hand and offered the other a crooked grin. "Alastor Debrière, but you can call me Al. And it even looks like we share a love for radio!"

He chuckled. "I swear, man, you tell me you're from New Orleans too 'n I'll pay for your whole tab."

[highstakcs]

are you husk's type?

♡ well, well, well. look who's perfect for him. not that husk will embarrass the guy by pointing it out, nor will he voice how absolutely clingy he is. nah. he's feeling merciful. he will level him an affectionate, knowing grin, though. al can interpret that how he likes.

[heavenom]

🕸️           @he11bambi           [     .  .  .     ]           ♡’d .ᐟ.ᐟ

since  he  was  a  boy ,     angel  recalls  being  scolded  for  having    𝗡𝗢  𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙  -  𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡     ━━━━     the  brevity  of  whatever  innocence  life  had  spared  him  saw  a    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦  -  𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑  𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑     running  toward  danger  as  if  nothing  could  ever  hurt  him ,     which  made  for  many  lessons  learned  and  learned  again ,    THE  HARD  WAY  .     yet ,     somehow ,     through  all  the  trauma  that  had   altered  his  brain  chemistry ,   through  all  of  the    𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍  𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔     he’d  since  committed  to    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓     like  a  cat  that  always  lands  on  its  feet ,     that  whimsical  curiosity  had  never  taken  its  leave .    𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦  ,     𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡  𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑏𝑒  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡  ,     𝑛𝑜𝑤  .ᐣ.ᐣ    HE’S  IN  HELL  .     he  might  as  well  try  to  make  the  most  of  it ,     try  to    romanticize     the  burn  of  eternal  suffering  every  now  and  then .   

              maybe  he  really  hadn’t  learned  anything  at  all .

              regardless ,     it’s  this    𝑅𝐸𝑀𝑁𝐴𝑁𝑇     of  his  past  life  that  renders  him  less  than  afraid  of  alastor ;     while  most  actively  avoid  crossing  paths  with  the  one  vying  for  the  title  of    𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥’𝐬  𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝  ,     angel  views  him  with  the  same    morbid  curiosity     that  makes    𝗗𝗢𝗘  -  𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗗  𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦    investigate  strange  sounds  in    slasher  films  .     it  could  derive  from  the  fact  that  angel  had  been  exposed  to  cruelty  and  violence    practically  since  birth ,   making  him  difficult  to  shock ,     or  traces  of  what  caused  his  father  and  older  brother  to    BERATE  HIM    for  being  so    𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏  𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏’  𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅     all  the  time .    WHEREVER  IT  COMES  FROM ,    angel’s  wonder  about  alastor  has  long  since  taken  root  and  sprouted  into    𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,     𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓  -  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     verdure .     hence ,     he  stares  at  him  openly  across  the  hotel  foyer ,     a  rare  occasion  wherein  only  the  two  of  them  are  around .

              𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦  ℎ𝑒’𝑠  𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑  𝑡𝑜  𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑  𝑎𝑡  .   and    surely     he  doesn’t  expect    𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋  𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓     to  embody  the  most  refined  manners  on  this  side  of    the  fiery  pits  .

              “     hey  ,     smiles  ,     i  got  a  question  ,     ”     he  announces ,     cutting  through  the  silence  without  a    𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕     of  awkwardness  about  him .     he  doesn’t  wait  for  alastor  to  humor  him  by    inquiring  the  nature  of  his  inquiry    (     though  it  can  be  quite  entertaining  to  draw  things  out  and    TEST  HIS  PATIENCE     a  little    ) ;     rather ,     angel  dives  right  into  the  subjects  that  have    𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧     since  the  two  of  them  had  become  acquainted .    “     i  know  ya  got  this  kin’a    𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍  𝒈𝒖𝒚  𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔     thing  goin’  on  ,     but  i  can’t  help  but  wonda     [     .  .  .     ]     have  ya  always  been  like  that  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”

              angel  shifts  where  he’s  spread  out  on  one  of  the  sofas ,    𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬     crossing  in  such  a  manner  that  causes  the  glossy  leather  miniskirt  he  wears  to  ride  up  his  thigh .     never  one  to  concern  over    𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗬  ,     he  hardly  notices    ━━━━     his  attention  is    entirely  held    by  alastor ,     his  energy  concentrated  on  trying  to  get  him  to  engage .    “     what  i’m  askin’  is  ,     were  ya  any  different  when  you  was  alive  .ᐣ.ᐣ     sometimes  i  get  bored  an’  try  to  imagine  you  as  a  human  ,     an’  i  always  come  up  with  nothin’  .     ”

[pridescursed]

✧𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈. ⸻ @he11bambi

The  short  king  tilted  his  head  to  the  side.  "Someone  deserving."  Who  would  that  be?  𝐖𝐇𝐎  would  be  deserving  enough  of  such  an  act?.  ❝  Now  I  agree  with  you  that  having  a  meal  with  good  company  is  nice;  however,  trying  to  get  blood  from  some  poor  fucker  is,  by  the  sound  alone,  such  a  hassle  if  we  don't  want  to  draw  attention…  'I'd  rather  do  one  of  the  other  options,  or—❞  Lucifer's  pointy  ears  turning  a  golden  pinkish  colour  ❝  we  could  mix  it  together.❞  How  daring~

[arachnaemboss]

anonymous  asked: Do  you  want  to  kiss  Alastor  that  badly? anonymous  asked: "I  thought  your  relationship  with  the  radio  demon  was  strictly  professional.  "

   AHH…  THE  ODD  GOSSIP  taints  the  populace's  tongue  once  more,  it  seems  (  acidic  and  yet  ingenuous!  ).  “Do  I?  Why,  this  be  truly  a  fascinating revelation,  to  me.”  Kiss  the  other  Overlord,  that  is.  He  wonders  where  this  is  all  coming  from. “What  thinks't  thou,  @he11bambi?”

[1chavahs]

*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @he11bambi | Alastor ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤ“You're just making it worse…”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTelevision static mutters faintly in the background [ from someone oh so courteously having forgotten to switch it off, ] & Vaggie stands near the edge of it all with her back half-turned, fingers pressing into the edge of a half-healed tear along her side where Lute’s boot once found purchase [ Hija de puta, malnacida… ] The motion is anything but delicate; she is purposefully testing the ache, to measure whether it still answers… Alastor’s voice arrives behind her, bright & edged with that perpetual curl of amusement. A slow exhale leaves her through her nose before she responds, shoulders tightening, “You seriously think I don’t know that?” The question lands dry, not loud — thumb drags once along the stitched seam of fabric, checking for fresh bleed, “Pain’s useful; keeps the memory honest,” [ or something, she’s sure… Probably, ] Chin tilts slightly over her shoulder, eye catching the faint red glow of him, “...Or is that the part that bothers you? That I don’t pretend I’m fine for the sake of aesthetics? You know... like you do?” Touch finally drop from the wound, hand resting instead against the wall beside her, “You like when people unravel loudly. Yes, we notice… Makes for better 'en-tah-tainment', [ —cue the jazz hands! ] I bet. But this isn’t that,” She squares herself to him with composure that feels practiced rather than natural; a soldier’s training, “If it’s worse, I’ll deal with it. I’ve dealt with worse,” [ the corner of her mouth lifts, humor thin & unamused, ] “& if you’re offering medical advice, I’d really like to hear the credentials first,”

[1chavahs]

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise? ☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

ODD MUNDAY QUESTIONS

What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you RP wise? Being pressured to join a friend-only roleplay server after I had already said no multiple times. At the time I was still pretty new to Tumblr & honestly, I've always sort of lacked a backbone [ as you can imagine, it was far worse at that time. ] I wasn’t even particularly close to the people asking, but it was a smaller fandom & I happened to be the only one writing that specific muse, so I think that made me an easy target. It stopped feeling like an invite & started feeling like pressure. Looking back, it wasn’t dramatic, just very frustrating — especially realizing I could’ve just held firm the first time,

What's your RP pet peeve? When you reblog a meme, nobody sends anything to you — but then that exact same meme starts circulating & suddenly everyone’s participating. You basically launched the chain, but you’re sitting there empty-handed. That’s why I’ve made it a personal rule that if I grab a meme from someone on the dash, I send them something first. I think this is just another form of reblog karma; I’d rather make sure the person who started it doesn’t feel overlooked...

[shortpride]

Alastor doesn't need to use your blood to gain more power.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  looking  at  this  mysterious  sinner  with  a  watchful  eye,  an  itch  to  surround  this  soul  by  an  army  of  eyes.  watching  their  every  single  move.  with  the  tip  of  his  cane  Lucifer  pushed  into  the  other's  chest  as  words  were  spoken  in  a  deeper  voice.     ❝  What  he  needs  to  gain  more  power  is  none  of  your  bussiness  ❞      a  sigh        ❝  you  vermin  ❞