#hellsflowered

[miratenebrarum]

@hellsflowered

sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . (On Isabela’s flower bed for the silly scientist man 🩷🩷)

"Oh, no, thank you. I have pollen allergy."

A little bit of humor, a little bit of a sigh. This isn't going anywhere, is it?

"Besides" the doctor continued after a few seconds, waving a hand dismissively "I'm quite sure you'd try to strangle me with a rose if I did. Call it a hunch."

This said, Shaw indeed sits down -- only a meter or two away from her, on a wheeled chair.

"Buuuut if you want to talk...?"

[queenbeeibee]

"excuse me, coming through.." Charlie murmurs anxiously as she navigates through a throng of reveling hellhounds, seeking the radiant hostess of the event. Her gaze sweeps the room, questing for flows of resplendent, honeyed locks. Upon spotting her quarry, she offers murmured apologies and polite requests for passage as she maneuvers through the crowd. "Beelzebub!" she calls out, threading herself between the final two attendees. Locking eyes with the epitome of gluttony, amidst the act of presenting a gargantuan cake to a canine fiend, Charlie greets the queen with a blend of gratitude and contrition. "Aah- hello! Thank you for inviting me! I'm sorry it took me so long, pride ring is a little far from here.. I can see that I'm late." She punctuates her words with a self-conscious chuckle. "It's been so long!"

"I'm sorry it took me so long; pride ring is a little far from here. I can see that I'm late."

"Hey, hey! First rule about royalty and parties, Charlie: a Queen - or Princess - is never late. Everyone else is simply early." Bee grinned as she wrapped the shorter woman up in a quick hug, holding her out at arm's length to examine her. It really had been a long time since she'd seen the Princess of Hell - at least fifty years, give or take? "You've gotten taller, I think. And you dressed up! C'mon, there's gotta be a spot around here where we can sit and talk a bit-" Pink eyes narrowed as they scanned the room, Beelzebub's lips pursing just a little as she took in the wild hounds around them. The first floor was crowded with bodies, some dancing, some drinking, no chance of a quieter conversation spot to be found. "We might have to go upstairs to the office if we wanna talk. Unless you don't mind chilling down here a bit? I know it' snot usually your kinda scene."

[jizzlords]

@hellsflowered said: Serving count!!

thank you!!! (* ≧∀≦ *)

[hazbinned]

@hellsflowered said: ''angel, please...'' Pale hands enfold the hands of the sinner, while black nails delicately graze the soft fluff of the wrists. Charlie gazes upward at angel, her countenance marked by authentic apprehension. ''I just want to help you.. I hate to see you come here in a bad mood and lock yourself up until you feel better. I'm here to listen-- I'll ALWAYS be here to listen! just don't... hide from me..''

Angel could hardly bring himself to look at his friend, and he wasn't even sure whether his avoidance was stemming from shame at being caught like this, or anger at the Princess for her attempt to help.

He wished he'd been sneaky enough to get to his room without anyone seeing, but the sobs he was biting back and his liquor-induced stumbles did nothing but draw attention his way. Of course Charlie had noticed, and there was nothing he could do about it now.

Hell, he hadn't even bothered changing this time, and still wore his robe from work.

Angel's first instinct was to yank his hands away from hers and curse at her again, like he had that day in the studio. He didn't, though. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Even though it was difficult for him to get it through his thick skull, he knew that Charlie cared about him, and that her intentions were pure.

He didn't want to push her away any more than he already had.

"I dunno, Charles... this ain't really the type'a stuff ya talk about at parties," Angel mustered, but whether or not he was actually trying to make a joke out of it was unknown even to him. He just wanted it to seem like 'not a big deal' so that Charlie could go about her evening and leave him to cry alone in his room. "It's just Val bein' Val again. Nothin' I ain't been through before. I can handle it."

[spidersins]

"angel..?" Charlie speaks in a tender tone of voice outside Angel's room, giving his door a few delicate knocks. The frequency of encountering Angel in a somber state arter a painful night of work saddened Charlie profoundly. It was dishearteningly frequent to witness Angel Dust in a melancholic state after a prolonged night of labor. Charlie, naturally, comprehended the situation all too well. He was relentlessly pushed to their limits, his boundaries disregarded, leaving him with no choice but to endure in silence. As Charlie empathized, an irrepressible urge welled within her to offer solace to Angel, a testament to her unwavering commitment to comforting distressed friends. "Uhm.. me-- me and vaggie made some desserts! Like.. cookies and.. carrot cake and stuff.. oh, we separated a bit of the carrot cake batter to make it safe for nugs! No sugar.. and all. Do you want to come out and eat with us? Or I can bring a plate to your door.."

fuck he was sore. val had not gone easy on him, spewing some bullshit over numbers dropping since knowledge had spread across the ring that he was crashing at the hotel. and apparently nothing got numbers higher than gangbang scenes. especially gangbang scenes that lasted nine hours and ended with asphyxiation.

the knocking, even gentle, felt like a jackhammer against his fucking skull. what the fuck was up with that? they weren't humans anymore, why did they feel shit from hangovers still? ( probably just another fun thing to suffer with in hell ).

but as charlie's voice rang out the spider sinner shifted to sit up, eyes blinking wearily in the direction of the door. he still didn't understand how someone could be so....sweet in hell. even hellborn were assholes most of the time. the loud squeal from fat nuggets at his name being called was enough to get his body moving, almost on autopilot to grab the biggest turtleneck sweater he owned, throwing it on himself, eyes shifting to the mirror with disaste. fuck, he looked like shit. ❛ ya know i got a sweet tooth toots - just...gimme a minute to doll myself up and i'll be down. ❜

[brightcarnate-a]

@hellsflowered

" mm.. Eres tú otra vez... "

"Yep, me again!"

He's not even trying to speak Spanish. This man has been alive for more than a century, and yet he refuses to spend more than a few days on Duolingo, still.

"As long as you're here, I'll have to come around from time to time to check how you're going, so...

...how's it going?"

[heavenslie]

@hellsflowered asked: "You.. didn't get in any trouble, did you?" Amidst her indignation, the prospect of Emily facing repercussions for her defense against Sera did not initially dawn upon her. However, as clarity slowly seeped in, apprehension crept in. The possibilities of what could happen to her for siding with the demons raged in her mind. Emily appears unharmed, still carrying the semblance of an angel, a seraphim. Yet, this disquietudes Charlie. She is cognizant of the perils of opposing the higher echelons of angels, her father serving as a stark testament. She fervently wishes to spare Emily a similar destiny. Emily does not deserve it. She doesn't deserve to see the repulsing scenery down there.

random asks || always accepting

She wouldn't have regretted it if she did. What was the point in keeping Heaven and Hell separate; if sinners couldn't redeem themselves, and yet there were angels who were no better than the demons they detested so much? The lines could only blur so much until they faded from sight entirely, how much further could things go before they got to that point?

She hadn't fallen - yet. But speaking out had still cost her.

"Sera... wasn't happy with me." Her mentor's disappointment was still palpable, and Emily could feel a near-constant prickle on her neck of the ever-watchful eyes of the higher seraphim.

"She's keeping me on a shorter leash. I'm not supposed to go out without any supervision, and she has to approve of every visit I make and receive, but I haven't been officially punished for speaking out. Not that it would stop me."