#helhime

[xluciifer]

This is a special message: it's hard trying to always be the sunshine for the world but clouds constantly storm on me. It's hidden, out of view, because you guys don't need to worry about the rain, just the incredible sunshine and love I have to give. I really just want to thank you guys for reaching out to me because I wasn't in the headspace to reach out whatsoever ...

@fizzarollitm @waywardsculs @rockange @origiinis @queenhells @chthonicrage @cardedsoul @helhime

Thank you for listening and giving me advice on my situation. You reaching out meant the world to me. And helped me out in more ways than one. I would also like to extremely thank those who left encouraging messages on the post as well ...

@zestials @voxistem @jizzlords @cxncrie

I appreciate and love you all so much and I'm sorry I bottled so much inside. 🥺 Thank you for the reminders and I'll always do my best to spread sunshine and be there whenever I can for you guys as well. ❤️

[zestials-archive]

send a 👫 & i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship / always accepting. ( ** obviously these do not have to be accepted but are more for fun plot / dynamic ideas !! )

@helhime sent ── 👫 ♡

zestial is one of the few that can seem to keep up with her mile - a - minute thoughts when she's off on a tangent & will address each one in order.

charlie had him help teach the residents a manners class. it only " worked " because he scared the shit out of most of them. ( he politely pointed out that this most likely was not a requirement of heaven. )

he's made her some tea blends with herbs from his garden for special occasions. ( he also tucked in one bag to be used if someone crossed her , offered with a too sharp smile. that is poison , charlie. )

he refuses to stay at the hotel ( he has no desire for redemption , something he's made clear to charlie but encouraged her endeavor all the same ) but he will visit. post season one after hearing of what happened , he comes by to check up & offer his sympathies.

[zestials-archive]

the manners lesson had gone off seemingly without a hitch ! the only casualty was one resident dropping upon his arrival , a minor set back. ( albeit the rest had stood back until charlie had begged pleasepleasepleaseguyshe'sharmless !! ) zestial had been on his best behavior , of course. only a tilt of his head to stop the use of utensils for fighting , there are far better methods for murder than a fork after all ! a sentiment zestial made abundantly clear.

zestial moves to stand next to @helhime , claws clasped behind his back beneath ever - present cloak. " that went rather well , methinks. " a tilt of head to look towards the princess. " though i doubt this be a requisite of heaven , it never doth hurt. "

[zestials-archive]

dialogue prompts / always accepting.

@helhime sent ── ❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

a sharp smile stretches across his face reaching the corners of his eyes, " when thou hast lived as long as i , thou dost learn to read the needs of others. " informed politely, one long leg folding over the other beneath cloak in the plush chair he's seated in. he had been content to listen , tucking away useful bits of information but truth be told ; he didn't mind the morningstar's presence. one clawed hand extends , a spark of magic that summons a cup of tea floating on a phantom wind towards her.

" thou seemest to possess a gift for it as well. " she cared , deeply , obvious in every inch of the hotel & the inhabitants of it. whether or not zestial believed in redemption , he would not dismiss what obvious care , what obvious work had been put into every aspect. " do not bestow too much of thyself , it can wear on even sinners. "

[zestials-archive]

unprompted chewsday / always accepting.

@helhime sent ── bites. gently. barely. like, a minuscule amount. with so much love? ( i'm soooo ! sorry ! )

zestial blinks , like it might be some mirage ( had his years of slowly ingesting poison to build immunity caught up with him , somehow ? ) a rattling chuckle instead , he'd been to cannibal town enough times to be familiar with some wandering teeth every now & then ! though most wouldn't dare with his reputation , this was charlie , who surely meant well whilst engaging in the festivities. " a joyous chewsday to thee as well , princess. "

[vagg1e]

prompt / accepting / @helhime

➜ ❝ i ... i love you . call me , okay ? ❞

LIKE A HURT ANIMAL , SHE NEEDED TO LICK HER WOUNDS. vaggie never wanted to see the shock , the betrayal ( or was it horror ... perhaps all three ? ) in charlie's eyes. the moment adam revealed the truth , her heart had sunk past the rings of hell. but she couldn't , she wouldn't undermine all that charlie had worked for to bury her own skeletons. her own disgusting faults , how many hellizens had died by her hands ? hadn't she known better even then ? vaggie had meant to admit it before a thousand different times. the excuse that it was never the right opportunity replayed again & again. then it was simply too late , too late to potentially lose her. worst of all , she might forgive her , she might look at her with such love & genuine belief that it would tear the angel apart entirely. believe in her & the ugly gnawing thing in her chest. SELFISH EXCUSES , EXCUSES , EXCUSES.

& she'd done just that , charlie hadn't shied from her touch , no , she'd stayed. she saw her , all of her & loved her still.

the lights of her room are turned off , splayed across her bed with an arm thrown over her singular eye. god damn it , she didn't have time for this --- but packing those emotions back into the little box she'd had them stored in seemed impossible now. the overwhelming tides that threatened to drag her under into the murky depths a feat to control. she's drawn from the haze by a familiar ringtone , fumbling to grab the device in the darkness. vaggie pushes herself up , swiping on the screen only to be a moment too late to answer. the lump in her throat's too difficult to swallow , but then she gets the notification of a voicemail. her finger hovers over the play button , seconds that drag on like an eternity , until finally ...

❝ i ... i love you . call me , okay ? ❞

she blinks past the burning in her eye , curling in round the phone & hugging it close to her chest. the snippet of audio's replayed again & again until finally , she calls back. the greetings enough to soften the hard line of her shoulders , " hey .. babe , yeah , sorry i missed your call. i , uh , didn't get to the phone in time. what's up , did you talk to your dad ? "

[voxistem]

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder. * if you're still taking these !!

THIS WEEK’S SHOW? PRINCESS OF HELL FINALLY GETS A WORTHY SPONSOR. WHAT SHE DOESN'T KNOW IS THAT I'M EXPLOITING HER FOR CONNECTIONS. can i get a cheer for her highness? ... why is your host doing this again? oh, right! the brat is persistent, and she'd worn him down. he'd agreed to help, and with all her audacity, she'd insisted he come and see the establishment for himself.

DO YOU HAVE A BUSINESS IDEA? DO YOU NEED HELP WITH YOUR START-UP? tough fucking shit, your host doesn't run a charity. we don't do handouts. call us at toll-free 1-800-go-fuck-yourself. we will not return your call. {SKIP AD?]

CUE THE FOLLOWING SCENE: they're seated on one of the couches in the hotel foyer, going over ideas and business schemes, in the absence of the other patrons, who had been more than displeased with his presence. as if this was his ideal monday morning! a tablet is held betwixt claws as he talks @helhime through ' demographics ' and ' market research ' and whatever else she & her staff ( WHO'S RINGING? OH, JUST THE LAST CENTURY. IT WANTS ITS RADIO BACK! ) had failed to take into account when initially launching this project. ❝ you gotta know your audience. don't sell them redemption — no one 'ere wants a shrink — sell them a good time instead. we'll slap a V on this ad and they'll be breaking the doors down, i guarantee. ❞

and on and on he went, missing the exact moment in time she'd leaned closer.

❝ our main goal will be to boost ratings for the— ❞ speakers produce a sound reminiscent of clearing one's throat, laced with the buzz of static, when her head comes to lay atop his shoulder as he attempts to elaborate on the infographics, ❝ hotel... ( the overlord doesn't move to push her away, in a surprising display of indulgence for her antics. but he does roll his digitized eyes at being turned into a pillow. ) ...i hope you're focusing, princess. i don't make a habit of repeating myself. ❞

[spyderdust]

she picks up marker after marker, giggles as she hushes him still. by the time she's finished, there's a pastel rainbow arcing over his cheek, crudely drawn stars following in its wake. " ta - daaa ! ohmigosh, look, i think it suits you ! "

draw on angel!

it's a struggle to stay still, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair and his knee while @helhime insists over and over she's almost done. it feels strange, the way the markers make the hairy fur on his face shift as the white absorbs the colors. he almost recoils, pushing her hands away once and for all, before she leans back with that freely joyful smile. sighing, angel rolls his eyes with more good humor than he expected, opening the camera on his phone.

"it's cute," he says without thinking, fingers hovering over it. setting his phone down, angel offers a small smile. "i like it."