#pridetempt

[chavahs]

*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @pridetempt | Lucifer ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤGets a drunken text from Lute!

⊹ ✉︎ 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! ➜ㅤ* / 𝒕𝒐 : SERPENTㅤ⸺ㅤokAY listen. i am not drunk i am. compromised. spiritually. big diffreence. anyway do u ever think abt how ONE apple can RUIN like. everything. 🥴🍎 dont reply. no actually reply. i hate u...

⊹ ✉︎ 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! ➜ㅤ* / 𝒕𝒐 : SERPENTㅤ⸺ㅤi FIXED most of it btw. MOST. which feels. unfair?? bc u just. left. no sorry. no note. just vibes & fruit. incredible. truly. 10/10 apocalypse starter kit 😒🔥 if this sends im blaming u

⊹ ✉︎ 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! ➜ㅤ* / 𝒕𝒐 : SERPENTㅤ⸺ㅤif ur awake. dont be. if ur asleep. good. choke in your fucking sleep 🖕🖕🖕 this isnt a convo its a LEGAL STATEMENT. im still cleaning ur mess. i still hate u. why do u have emojis. WHY do I have emojis 😭🍷

⊹ ✉︎ 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! ➜ㅤ* / 𝒕𝒐 : SERPENTㅤ⸺ㅤCOME GET YOUR STUPID ASS WIFE, SHE'S TAKING UP SPACE. WE HADA DEAL, SNERPETN! also, i took one of your feathers. plucked it when you weren't looking. it smells like apples. are u an addict... tf is with you & apples?

[roevl]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—-ㅤHell unfolds for her in slow, indulgent currents as she advances toward the Morningstar’s domain, each corridor adjusting its temperature & angles, eager to announce her arrival. Roo glides through the palace with the ease of something that has known these foundations longer than their architect; the walls breathe around it, stretching in faint pulses, recognizing the remainder they were built upon. She lets her form trail behind her, dissolving at the edges before reassembling with deliberate grace, savoring how his domain bristles at her presence yet never manages to deny it. Trinkets of defiance [ feathers, books, quaint little decorations he treasures; ducks… so many ducks, ] catch her interest for a heartbeat; it can smell him long before she enters the room that holds him: bright, stubborn radiance, tempered with a Heavenly flavor [ repulsive! ] Roo inhales, delighted by the undertone of vigilance that stains the air. He feels her coming; he always does… Doors part for her without complaint; shadows compress to make room. She steps across his threshold as if crossing every boundary he placed here solely for her amusement. The Morningstar is there, & Roo allows a smile to unfurl — slow, knowing, ancient… “~Ah… still sculpting your surroundings with habits you pretend you never learned…” it murmurs, drifting closer, allowing her outline to blur & sharpen around him in pulses, “Did you tidy because you expected company? I’m flattered,” A languid tilt of her head, ‘eyes’ tracing him with proprietary curiosity, [ it circles him once; something between affection & autopsy, ] “Come now… greet me properly. Am I not a guest in your home? I thought Heavenly beings prided themselves in their… hospitality,” Good always did,ㅤ/ㅤ@pridetempt SUMMONED EVIL ,

[staticheck]

+ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬. Such fine needlework only helps keep their insides from becoming outsides — keeps them together. Like poor Jenny and her green ribbon, except the thought of their head falling off and giving people a fright sounded more entertaining than having to fritter away time tending to their wounds. But the comfort of having stitches wasn't the concern of Alastor rather than Niffty who made sure to reprimand them like a medic would a patient. As if 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 needed a chastising over a frivolous matter, though, unfortunately, the truth was right there before their eyes.

Avenger to man, the great ravenous Alastor was nearly vanquished by a holy blade. A seven-year hiatus had truly taken a toll on their strength and the recovery process that normally wouldn't take ages.

Their presence at the Hazbin Hotel has been quite scant recently, as if doing labor was a thing on their mind at all since anointing themselves as manager ; often retiring to their quarters and stepping out for the utmost importance of meetings. Husker had grown suspicious, but when was he ever not? Alastor thought that perhaps they should inform their feline friend of the conditions, but the damn thing was just an annoying little gash that would soon fade over.

But maybe the real threat had been Charlie all along and Alastor only failed to notice until it was too late. That sweet girl had a more observant eye than those around her knew and, of course, she would be the one to notice that 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 wasn't so spry these days. She cared about 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 so, how could Alastor let that slip their apt mind? How could they? When Lucifer tells them that he's here to pick 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 up by Charlie's immovable request.

The static and noise is prominent in Alastor's voice. ❛ Don't be ridiculous your majesty, I have my own means of transportation. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. ❜

+ @pridetempt .*

[sunsdrop]

❥    𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | accepted

@pridetempt  asked: ❛ i don’t mean to brag, but, i’m one of those people that’s good at everything. ❜

Though   some   may   have   considered   his   words   to   be   egotistical,   Rapunzel   responded   with   sincere   curiosity.

"Really?!   You   must   have   a   lot   of   amazing   talents.   Oh!   What's   your   favorite   hobby?   Mine's   painting!   Though   I   dooo   dabble   in   baking.   Pottery,   candle-making,   guitar,   sewing   -   and   ..."

   sun   maiden   paused,   a   moment   of   realization   sweeping   over  her,    Perhaps   she   had   been   rambling   a   tad   too   long?  Mother   DID   ...   often   reprimanded   her   for   that.   Oops

"S-Sorry...   got   a   littlee   excited   there.   You   were   saying?"

[hellishvxbes]

@pridetempt said: oh, you petty little bitch!

                      ˚ʚ 𝓜 ɞ˚ ―  ❝ Do you really have to use such crude language? Or is that just a part of what you are now? ❞

[arachnaemboss]

@pridetempt cont !

  FEATHERED WINGS FLAP IN its startlement, a beaked little thing caws, it harrumps! Delicate muscles tense -– then it awaits, and settles as digits come to rest 'pon its back ( soothing, & a haunting voice which gently hushes the trained creature... ). Lime eyes slide sidelong toward the unexpected note, tracing its regal scribblings from afar. A figure moves across the room then, stopping just beside a desk; there's a tilt of a head, and brows which FURROW with immediate recognition and spiked curiosity.

  The tome he'd been perusing through gets placed shut on the flat mahogany ( its yellowed pages marked for later! ); loyalty a priority is, and a King shall receive no other thing than EXCELLENCE from a soul rotten, yet one unspokenly pledged to a more genuine munificence.

  There is PLENTY to be said about the Radio Demon, and who better to bring light onto much a devious and obscure a subject, than the one who's witnessed its unrapalleled and exquisite cruelties from the very beginning? Lucifer's obvious concerns are understandable at the very least, yet the ancient 'lord admittely finds some fascination to be had over Alastor's wrong-doings ( & mayhap is a RAVENOUS thing within him content with the carnage it's so far brought! ).

  It's not too much later that a towering form darkens the Hotel's front doors with its presence ( one ominous and pressing... ); a perspicacious harbinger of certain doom amid the despicable, now come as a welcomed GUEST! Yet a large smile colours his features, when his avid gaze finally does spot the Devil. It's certainly been a while! “-— Your Majesty.”

[pomniegranate]

🍒 + chapeliier / hellishvxbes ❤️

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

This is sooo unfair because I think I would literally die for Dia. She's my little meow meow, she's literally the platonic love of my life, actually. We've been through so much together; she's not afraid to tell me what I need to hear, even if it may hurt my feelings. She's honest, she's upfront, she's sincere. Anything Dia wants from me, I'll do in a heartbeat. I would protect her with everything I have (even though she'd never need it or want that from me, my feelings are still stern in it). I can literally talk to her about anything and I mean ANYTHING. She's an incredible person, a fantastic writer and even though she has gone through a lot, she's so strong and I look up and admire her every day. Talking to her is everything to me. I thank every day having her as my best friend and she's helped me with myself and kiddo more than I can ever repay her. I love you Dia. ❤️💙

@chapeliier / @hellishvxbes.

[devilvette]

FOR MUSES WHO CAN'T OPEN UP @pridetempt sent: "You're full of secrets."

She's just finished snapping yet another selfie when Lucifer's question registers with her.

"What, me??" She asks, somewhat feigning confusion. "Don't know what you're talking about, Your Highness. I'm an open book! You can see for yourself~"

Velvette is already showing off her phone screen to him, now featuring that newest selfie posted onto her sinstagram, along with a few other older posts made. Some selfies, some food pics, design photographs, vacation snippets... All perfectly curated and edited to show off the best possible life one could have in Hell.

"I could make your sinstagram look like this too, if you let me. Nothing but perfection to the public eye. Your people get to feel like they know you, and you don't have to deal with them prying."