The Future of Hell Belongs to the Vees!

Independent. 18+. Multi-muse. Links It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, ladies and gentleman, we are ready to start the show!

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WEL-COME TO THE SHOW, WELCOME TO THE SHOW !

Penned by V/Dusk, 23 years old, it/its. 6+ years of experience writing. All follows are from @headxglitch !

Independent, multi-muse and multi-verse. One-liner and para friendly. OC, Crossover, and Double friendly. Roleplay blog for Vox, Velvette, and Valentino from Hazbin Hotel.

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18+ only. DEAD DOVE. Unhinged and depraved content ahead. ❣️

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augh sorry guys i’ve been having a hard time irl but i’m not gone for good or anything like that !! just taking me a bit to get to replies

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no writing again today….. but i hope you guys are as excited as i am for this

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📺 @radioaf asked :: ❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

Vox was, to say the least, put into a precarious situation. The words fell from his mouth before he had a chance to really think them through, eyes narrowing on the Radio Demon with distaste. While it was he who dared to threaten the other, was it truly wise for this old news to doubt him? After all, he was the fucking man, he was the one in charge around here. A frustrated breath escaped his mouth as neatened his coat and tie, pacing slowly towards the other.

“You come to me, uninvited, and expect me to show you mercy? To let you walk out of her unscathed?” The overlord laughed, stopping in front of Alastor with a wicked smile, a demeanor too calm even for him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Al, you’ve got it all wrong.” A frustrated fist balled up beside him, claws digging into his palms. “This is my domain.”

And with that, he threw the first punch. What was he going to do, go back on his words? That was very unlike him, after all, but so was this blind rage he felt.

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💋 @lcftcult prompted :: Principles // Are there certain limits to what they do or don't do? Are there exemptions to their set principles? - For Velvette

As long as Velvette feels as though she is working towards her goals, there is nothing that can stop her. She’s very set and focused, willing to do whatever it may take to reach the holy grail at the end of her sights. Anything that she wants will always end up being hers before long… even if she finds out she didn’t really want it in the first place. Her pride and ego amount for most of who she is, and well, without it, she’s a hollow shell of self loathing and broken parts. That’s an image of herself that no one is allowed to see, and for the most part, died inside her long ago.

It’s hard to say that Velvette has any morals. Her heart was never in the right place, not from a young age, and that had a huge impact on the woman she became. Her whole life was about her image and who she was supposed to be, and in her mind, that’s who she is. A bitch who will say what’s on her mind and get the whole world behind her, no matter the impact it could have on others.

No one is truly safe from her and her path of treachery, for if she doesn’t judge you worth your salt, she could care less what happens to you in the end. Everything is for her own gain. The mask was worn and eventually, could never be taken off, affixed like a glorious crown of her grudge on life. She’s cold and empty, heart shriveled into a darkened paste that torments her in its own way.

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wrote up an entire reply last night only for tumblr mobile to refresh and lose all of it 🙄 i lost some motivation but i’ll be back before you know it lol longer responses may take a bit more than usual 😤

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Indie Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Multimuse RP sideblog. (HC and canon divergent) Selective/Private and Mutuals Only. Open to Multiverse/Crossovers/AU, etc. Like or Reblog if interested in interacting. Follows will be from @pupmusebox Personals do not reblog. Muses//Rules//Verses

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SENTENCE STARTERS pt. 1

❝ are you all very stoned? ❞

❝ god! what is your childhood trauma?! ❞

❝ i want to date, and shop, and hang out, and save the world from unspeakable evil. you know, girly stuff. ❞

❝ i know you'll never love me. ❞

❝ love isn't brains, children, it's blood. blood screaming inside you to work its will. ❞

❝ i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man. ❞

❝ you wanna go steal some stuff? ❞

❝ why is it always the virgin women who have to do the sacrificing? ❞

❝ i know what you're doing. you think if you get me mad enough i won't be so scared AND HEY, it's working! ❞

❝ i'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots here. ❞

❝ great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day. ❞

 ❝ i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. ❞

❝ sorry, but i'm an old fashioned gal. i was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. ❞

❝ we saved the world. i say we party. ❞

❝ your mouth is open and sound is coming out. this is never good.. ❞

❝ i'm afraid we're having a slight apocalypse ❞

❝ demons after money. what ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? no one has any standards anymore. ❞

❝ well, i'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it. ❞

❝ i believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text. ❞

❝ i'm way off my game. my game's left the country. it's in cuernavaca.. ❞

❝ it's like talking to a wall. only you get more from a wall. ❞

❝ the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.. ❞

❝ and you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. ❞

❝ you know what, i was wrong. you are an idiot. ❞

❝ well, before i succumb to the ravages of old age, why don't you tell me what brings you here. ❞

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is God ABLE, but not WILLING ?

then He is MALEVOLENT.

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hi i’m not dead ! i’ve noticed a little trend where i seem to want to write every other day, if not every few days, so sorry about wait on replies !! i promise i think about these fuckers all day every day.

gonna updated my first post to include how many drafts i have, and for me, that will include inboxes as i do them in posts instead of asks. :- ) (if you know a better word to use since i’m doing them altogether and don’t wanna confuse ppl, i’m all ears lol) most of the time i try to write in order of how i got them, but some rps may get a faster response bc i’m just feeling them more 🩵

if it’s been awhile and you think i might’ve missed a response, pls lemme know!!

and with that i should be able to write something later today, as well as update some of my pages 😋🩵

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Little gestures sustain the hobby by making folks feel wanted and appreciated. And people who show frequent, small kindnesses to their mutuals will usually see it returned to them in equal measure.

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❣️ @poisonedspider sent :: send a 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse || (always accepting!)

It had been an exceptionally long day in the studio, not only for his actors, but for the big boss himself, it was an understatement to say he wasn’t exhausted. Fingers massaged his forehead as he fell back into the balcony chair, looking out from the Vee Tower with an irritated presence. The usual, loving show he put on at work had hardened and left him bitter and tired. Not even the heart shapes flowing from his red smoke lingered in the air, leaving him feeling hollow and empty as he allowed himself to wallow.

For a moment his eyes would close, taking in the air, the screams, and then the eerie silence, breathing in smoke and exhaling like he couldn’t feel the last hit in his lungs. Until, of course, he was interrupted by footsteps. An irritated eye opened, softening only briefly and mildly at the sight of Angel Dust. There were many mixed emotions as the other joined him, though he would attempt to stay docile for now, it would seem.

“Angel, baby, what are you doing here?” He asked sweetly, reaching out to cup the spider’s face before his expression dropped. “Didn’t you have somewhere else you were going to be?”

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❣️ STARTER CALL :: @statiicstag

The air around him could be described as nothing less than hostile, despite the situation Valentino was to find himself in. With a little sweet talk from Vox, the moth couldn’t help being swindled into this little meeting with the idiots at the Hazbin Hotel. While the Radio Demon would have been expecting the irrational T.V. back at VoxTech Studios, he would instead be stuck with an even worse representative of the company. With a shimmy within his cloak and a puff on his long cigarette, he knocked on the doors of the hotel with an exhale of poisoned red hearts. “These losers better appreciate my manners, today.”

His eyes narrowed in disgust. “And that spider bitch better be here, too. He’ll be coming back with me tonight.” It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was unaware of who he was truly dealing with in the following minutes. Vox did a wonderful job keeping the true nature of their meeting under wraps. In reality, it was nothing more than a sham to see more of what was going on at this ratty hotel, and Val was the center of this operation. Besides, he would only ruin their plans if he knew what was really going on.

He huffed at the lack of answer from the door, was no one home? “This is nothing but a waste of my precious time.” The demon grumbled, getting ready to turn his back to the door. “I’ll show that fucker to take me away from my work.”

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And expecting his rival to be standing on the other side of the door he is, taking his sweet time striding up to answer the knocking if not just to cause irritation to the person he thinks is waiting for him. Shocking everyone he'd willingly volunteered to be the one commandeering this impromptu meeting with a representative of the Vees, fully expecting this to be another tactic of Vox's to either spy or attempt to pry underneath his skin.

Vox was one of his favorite little playthings, so easily riled. All bark and, thus far, no bite. Disappointing, really, perhaps he'd actually capture Alastor's attention if he were to.

As he reaches the threshold the voice on the other side gives him pause, something curdling within him as he realizes who he's willingly set himself up to dealing with today. Of course Vox knew his game – Alastor just hadn't anticipated him being clever enough to outsmart him at it.

How annoying.

Still yet he opens the door with a flourish, voice oozing with niceties as fake as the grin upon his face.

❝ Ah, Valentino ! What a pleasant surprise. ❞ Not at all. ❝ Do come in – hn, do you typically make a habit of talking to yourself ? ❞

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Just as the moth was going to give up, back already turned, the sound of that fucking door opening stopped him in his tracks, his face twisting in disgust when he realized who exactly Vox had set him up with today. There was an irritated sigh under his breath, barely audibly as he quickly spun around to greet that blasphemous voice with a fake smile of his own. “Oh, my, goodness, Alastor!” His voice was a little higher as he greeted the other, eagerly reaching for a shake of the hand. “It is honestly just so good to see you, too, it’s been too long!”

While the radio demon could most likely see through his facade (he was practically begging him to at this point), he was barely taken aback about the comment of talking to himself. What did it matter some silly deer heard him say something mean? “Please, don’t you talk to yourself from time to time? Honey, it keeps things interesting.” Valentino laughed wickedly as he made his way inside the hotel, looking around with a bit of a squint through his heart-shaped glasses. He pushed them down in a half-hearted attempt to see what there was and it seemed to him that it was nothing but a regular old hotel. What did that stupid bitch see here anyway? And what was the point of making friends with this old overlord? If it was his choice, he’d be three lines in and having the time of his life right now, instead he’s on some petty business dealing for Vox. Rage almost overtook him, that was until he turned to Alastor with another laugh like something in his brain snapped him into shape.

“Please, do give me a tour! I don’t think I’ve ever been here before and I’m just dying to look around.” He blinked slowly as he gazed into the demon’s eyes, looking Alastor over invasively with a grin before checking his claws like a woman checking her nails. “And then maybe I could get a little tour of your bedroom, too.” His voice was silky and warm, a drag of his cigarette sending hearts Alastor’s way. Might as well have some fun while he had to stay at this shitty place, even if it meant having to flirt with this creep. Nothing was going to keep him from having a good time.

Valentino smirked wickedly, extending an arm expectantly. “Shall we?”