#hostsigil

[venisontransmission]

as scarce as i am in tumblr, i do have to say i quite enjoy seeing you on my dash. you capture his dialogue most splendidly in a way that it makes me hear his voice in your writing. funky charm!

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

God I adore your writing so much too??? This means so much coming from a writer like you so thanks so much afagdj!!!

[chaotichazbinsa]

@hostsigil​ Asked:  Presses a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, fingers taking to gently stroke his jaw and neck. "I could see myself falling for you." //From Alc to Altair ofc hee :)c

✧✴ --- A warm smile makes its way onto the demons face, head leaning into those touches as his hands rest upon his waist. Such soft words from his shining radiance never ceased to get a reaction from him, heart fluttering with delight. Had anyone else said to him, he’d grin wickedly. It’s expected. It was him they were falling for after all, yet no malice graced this Eldritch’s heart. It was...odd.

✧✴ --- “Can you also see us being together for a long time...? I never knew how cold the world felt until you stepped into my life, letting me experience a heat that burns me in the most pleasant of ways.” He holds him, spinning them both around. 

✧✴ ---  “A swirling wicked inferno that gets even more beautiful the more he surrounds me...! Intoxicating.” A gentle squeeze. “I can see myself falling for you as well, Marigold.”

[grimgrinnr]

“ I wanted to see none of that! And yet, I have! ”

[niftylittledemon]

@hostsigil​ send; ❝ Here ! ❞ He offers her a plate of biscuits, body swooping down to better look at her. ❝ You've done such a wondrous job with the hotel so far, consider this a... piece of my gratitude. ❞

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Niffty was finishing her work for the day with dusting corners of the last room of the second floor. Even for a person who did everything in fast pace it had taken few days for her to clean the whole two first floors of the hotel on her own. Not that she was complaining, at least Niffty had a job now and she was on her element in here. Cleaning and cooking were the things she enjoyed a lot, almost as much as writing stories.

When noticing Alastor entering the room Niffty dropped the duster and skipped to the other demon with eager smile on her face. Maybe he had a new assignment for her? Nope, but instead there soon was a plate in front of her. There was a short confused silence between the two until- . . .

“Oh my Satan! Biscuits! How did you know I love these! Thank you so much!” Niffty said out loud as she took a hold of the plate. “You shouldn’t have. You already gave me this awesome job!” she was more than grateful for this opportunity. Not only have a stable place to stay, but also get to befriend with new demons.

“Now that you are here Al, request to brighten up these rooms with some bright colors, you know do some little decorating? If this place is supposed to rehabilitate demons the deadly dim grey rooms is not a way to do that”

[pxppinmolly-archived]

hostsigil replied to your photo “arachnidhooves: Read rules when entering! You must be 18+ to join!  ...”

and u do an excellent job bb

I’m putting this on my resume.

[wardingdreams]

//  @hostsigil​​  :  ❝ Do you sing, darling ? Such a lonely night to be basking in one's own silence, why not change that ? ❞

         forlorn  majesty  hesitates  to  answer.   o’  deal — maker  /  evil — doer,  the  nightmare  would  not  shirk  his  presence  —  too  proud  a  creature,  head  held  ever  high.   who  was  she  to  fear  a  demon ?   lesser  creatures,  all  of  them !   dangerous  arrogance  sparks  ‘neath  her  chest,  and  she  knows  :  it  is  time  to  breathe  /  focus,  dismiss  shadows  lurking  amidst  fragile  conscience.   folded  wings  give  themselves  a  shake  as  lungs  fill  with  air.   fur  and  feathers  alike  around  her  withers  stand  on  edge,  a  positively  ruffled  backside  betraying  composed  facade.

        ❛  Alastor,  was  it ? ❜   strong  voice  grasps  confidence  with  nay  issue,  yet  still  does  caution  line  her  words.   what  wicked  reputation  holds  such  simple  name  ( what  power ).   star — touched  veins  run  cold,  but  dearest  princess  does  not  shiver.   it  is  comforting,  in  a  strange  way,  to  know  there  exist  creatures  more  terrible,  more  monstrous,  than  the  twisted  enigma  she  had  become.   perhaps  they  could  understand  ( demons  always  were  your  only  friends,  little  luna ).

       ❛ I  used  to  sing,  hundreds  of  moons  ago.  ‘twas  expected  of  equestrian  royalty  to  master  thine  vocal  capacity, ❜  and  though  nocturne  equine  does  not  smile,  there  sits  only  serenity  ‘pon  speckled  features,  cyan  gaze  beset  with  nostalgia.   ❛ I  did  not  like  our  tutor  very  much,  but  practicing  by  mine  lonesome  invoked  much  merriment, ❜  a  hoof  lifts  to  lay  against  own  muzzle  in  thought  for  mere  seconds  before  her  expression  lights  up  with  gleaming  excitement.  

         ❛ Ah,  moonshine  in  the  water,  mine  scarlet  companion ! ❜   the  nightmare  had  never  sung,  would  not  care  for  lonely  moon  to  express  herself.   what  lovely  opportunity  was  it  then,  to  be  presented  with  such  indulgence ?   an  easy  turn  of  her  body  and  a  step  closer,  beside  him  she  stands  with  all  hesitation  cast  aside.   ❛ You  seem  a  fun  fellow, ❜  a  grand  wing  unfolds  and  stretches  across  shoulders  of  sharp — fanged  entity,  but  dares  not  touch.   inches  above  it  hovers  with  restraint,  a  gesture  more  than  anything.   ❛ I  am  most  delighted  to  accept  thine  offer !  Let  us  vanquish  this  dreary  silence ! ❜  

[rubldus]

"Play any games, dolly? Chess, poker, or anything of the like?" A chuckle. "Or perhaps Russian Roulette if you're feeling feisty this lovely night?"

         How…frightening. The first to run at the murmur of SCARY STORIES, or the suggestion to watch a HORROR MOVIE, Yata was an undeniable WIMP in the face of the supernatural. And after seeing the way this…thing, wore HOMRA’s valiant red, twisted to fit the form of something that seemed SINISTER underneath…well. Who could blame him for being wary?

    He could practically see his own REFLECTION in those elongated canines after all.

            “…only video games. ‘ve never had a reason t’ gamble with roulette.”

    A SIMPLE and to the point answer was provided, hopefully enough to scare off whatever this was…a strain? Not that it looked like any strain redhead had ever seen.

[blitz-show]

“Well that’s definitely dislocated.”

“no joke!” he hissed in pain, looking back at his shoulder, damn asshole human borns demon had fun jumping on him when he was going back to the office, they had fun beating him up and now he had bruises and surely one or two broken bones, it was a miracle they didnt do worse, but it still hurts as hell.

The imp’s red eyes soon turned on the radio demon “why are you helping me?” he asked with confusion. The guy wasnt known for his kindness after all.