#lusturia.

[mercywept]

Wait, what? NO! That's NOT what she said at ALL! People are treated fairly, look at this picture she drew in place of a portrait because no one wanted to pose for it! see? everyone's happy and equal!

It's SLANDER and LIES. VOXTEK is CLEARLY misrepresenting public news, and we at the hazbin hotel maintain a fair and supportive environment. furthermore, don't you think t──

(Someone drag her away before she gets into another public dispute.)

[mercywept]

puts TWO FINGERS BETWEEN HIS LIPS, WIGGLES HIS TONGUE AT HER WITH WIGGLING EYEBROWS. HE CAN EAT YOU OUT BETTER BABY, MAYBE THAT STICK'LL GET WEDGED OUTTA YOUR ASS~

IMPROMPTU MESSAGES, always accepting; @lusturia

if smiles could kill, he'd have been dead a thousand times over; lips stretched wide into a borderline snarl, graceful claws holding up a framed picture of him accompanying vox, heat igniting under her hand. for once she is silent! simply allows infernal flame to crackle and burn the framed picture of him. the acrid smell of melting material and singed flesh, mingling with the metal dripping from in between her fingers, filled the air between them. pin prick eye contact held. rabid. unflinching. and if there was a special word for something other than the unearthly disgust she felt in this single moment for him, he held that word dearly.

[mercywept]

the spirit of Val is always around... to point and laugh and mock Charlie ♡

OH MY GOD, always accepting; @knightscalling.

DOES THE SPIRIT OF VAL LIKE KEEPING HIS FINGERS INTACT? GO AWAY!

[mercywept]

The sound of Charlie's screams of frustration gets him off. ♡

HAHA WHAT THE FUCK, always accepting; @lusturia.

Her skin is CRAWLING. Looks like she's never screaming in his presence ever again! Exactly as her mother taught her, never give anyone a reason to undermine you. Thanks for the reminder, Valentino!

Now, get the fuck out of her Hotel.

[mercywept]

send 💋 for a kiss on the lips // imsorrycharlie-

NEW YEARS EVE KISSES, accepting; @lusturia.

the end of the year was always a precarious time for charlie. it sang of funeral bells and sirens, not of celebrations but of dire desolation, and she'd resigned herself to a sort of dissonant sorrow. an unease that still hadn't parted with her; short on spirit, yet full of heart, it'd sprang another year since the successful start of the hotel and she'd be remiss not to host a celebration! a grand invitation, everyone's invited, a joyous occasion free of terror! smiles and booze and laughter abound! she'd tried at least. even if the well maintained facade had begun to slip, she was trying! nothing could ever stay good though, could it? fuck her.

out on the balcony was where the heckling began, left not with her thoughts but this persistent, pestilent, prick that'd slipped away from the party. much like her, in fact, she was even willing to believe that, like her, he'd needed a break from it! how stupid was she? even stupider yet was her attempt at genial conversation. big smiles, warm and friendly under the shifting veil of unease ──

it's sudden. one hand of many curled around her wrist wrenching her back quick from her attempt to leave. too many hands, teeth, smoke whirling around haloed face and she couldn't think. his claws gripping her chin and yanking her forward, digging into round cheeks where doll like red sat direct like a dartboard, unwelcome mouth against hers violent; utterly vile. from roaming hands to the poisonous sweep and force of his tongue slipping in past her surprised lips, tangling against hers. disgust burning within her cloying, suffocating amid the mild sweep of pleasure that jolted her, and red was all she could see.

maw of serration clamps down, and gone is any attempt at playing nice. she traps his tongue between her fangs, unrelenting, the taste of iron coating the inside of her mouth, sickly, and she snarls low. yanking until the offending muscle was torn clean off and spat out in her fury.

❝ you fucking ── FUCK! ❞

she retches, revulsion and pleasure crawling up and near doubling her over. lethal, sticky pink saliva and blood a mess on her chin; a vision of filth. her forehead aching, the overwhelming sensation near blinding, where horns spiral up and curve. one of her hands reaching up from its' place around her own waist to settle atop the wound above her brow, tar black sweeping the length of her arms, elongated digits all talons. the spitting image of an animal rabid and wild. vicious is the urge to snap each of his limbs off, to pluck out his eyes, to make him truly suffer. it's faint laughter and even fainter reason that halts her, restraint pulled up from the dark that she clings to desperately, she wouldn't become that which she despised, she wouldn't! and she shuffles backwards away from him.

❝ touch me ... like that again and i will FUCKING KILL YOU. ❞

she would deal with the torrent of regret that would settle in later.