#hexenkinder

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

"hexenkinder portrays a breathtaking Lucifer, she's always IC, articulate, has great plot ideas and knows exactly how his mind works, it's frightening sometimes. The mun is absolutely adorable, and through the years has become one of my best friends."

[delirus-etude]

             :{ ♪ }:  She's been hiding under a park bench for about an hour now--as if she has any true sense of how much time has passed.  The flashlight to her phone shines down into the grass below her--her only sense of solace.  However the battery's been trickling away all night.  Counting the seconds until it dies, Nocturne squeezes her eyes shut, dropping the phone onto the ground and curling into a little ball.  The bench will keep her safe--no one will see her.

[evilliousgretel]

[3 Have Entered the Forest]

"Hello, hello!" Gretel waved happily at the stranger, "What brings you out here?" 

[indovinelli-blog]

hexenkinder replied to your post:hexenkinder replied to your post:i want to do...

((Aidan is the most doting one of my muses tbh.. so I could use him if you want? And idk like plot uuuh He is a Host so they met like that cause Hakim was lonely? And what started as a lie became/becomes real idk? sjdhfb

; THAT'S FUCKING PERFECT

[indovinelli-blog]

hexenkinder replied to your post:i want to do shippy things will someone do shippy...

((What kind of shippy things do you want? sjdhfb

the cuddly and the fluffy and IDK Hakim's in the mood to be loved and kind of love back so like idk aslfjkaf

LOL I HAVEN'T DONE SHIP STUFF IN SO LONG HOW DOES ONE DO THE ROMANCE MY FRIEND

[infernointerra]

             Nikolai had barely slept that night, organizing the paperwork for the meeting he had the following day; he was completely serious about his business because even if these men brought guns and bodyguards to their meetings, they would mainly talk about money, transactions and so on, and none of them liked to play around when it came so such important topics, they liked to know how everything was going to be arranged.                   ❝Good morning, gentlemen.❞ Nikolai greeted as he guided them inside the room, in which a large table was set for them and himself, he even had the decency of wearing a suit for the occasion. The russian was a freak of details sometimes but he certainly didn't notice something even when he sat down on his seat, at the head of the table.

[infernointerra]

Yᴏᴜɴɢ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇ || ᴀᴜ

             The young prince wasn't keen of shed tears, he was nearly impossible to do so but he was laying there, in his bed, in the darkness of the middle of the night, left alone in his room 'to rotten', or at least that's what he was told after receiving a parade of slaps and punches in several different places of his small body, rather delicate, in which purple and red marks would form in matter of minutes.

                 He was mentally thankful, though, they weren't open wounds this time at least.