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@wrxthfulguard
“ Tame the fire from within, You won’t break me! Love will tie the tourniquet And suffocate me!”
- Semi-Selective/Indie OC from AMC’s The Walking Dead and @vivziepop‘s Hazbin Hotel
- 5+ RP experience on Tumblr
- RP Sideblog, follows back from @darkenigma32
- OC/Crossover friendly
- Contains Dark/Mature content (PG-13), Triggers will be tagged upon request!
- Est. Nov. 2018 by Phoenix/J.C
PSD Template credit (x)
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Hazbin Hotel BG used (x)
"I am the princess of Hell and I go where I please!"
"Then do I have your permission to escort you as your bodyguard for today, Miss Charlie?" Don would inquire in his usual calm tone, walking over to his boss before stopping in front of her.
(X) @mxthbladed
Don's touch was gentle as his fingertips lightly brushed Vaggie's wings carefully, not wanting to make her uncomfortable and simply kept his touch to gentle brushing with the fingertips of his right hand.
"..."
(X) @alastors-radioshow
"Would you like to talk about it over our usual cup of coffee and tea? It's almost time for my break, but if you need to get settled back to your room in the hotel, then I can wait another time, Mr Alastor." The hotel guard nodded in understanding, internally curious about where his friend had disappeared off to this time.
"That would be lovely, Don~ I could use a good cup of coffee right about now." He'd hum, regarding the other, looking him over with those observant, crimson orbs of his. He was glad to be back.
Ah, but he would be going home after this. He had no intentions of staying at the hotel for now. No. With the inconvenience the contract he had just closed had caused, he needed some quiet. He was merely stopping by to announce his return, and see if there were any issues he needed to deal with.
"Of course, sir... I'll prepare it after I check in with Miss Charlie and Miss Vaggie for the end of today's patrol." Don nodded again, pulling out his Hellphone to check the time before heading off to find Charlie and Vaggie.
After checking in with them, the hotel guard immediately went over to the kitchen to prepare the usual coffee for Alastor and a cup of tea for himself.
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"Don Everett of the Hazbin Hotel's security, reporting for duty, at your service."
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(X) @alastors-radioshow
"Would you like to talk about it over our usual cup of coffee and tea? It's almost time for my break, but if you need to get settled back to your room in the hotel, then I can wait another time, Mr Alastor." The hotel guard nodded in understanding, internally curious about where his friend had disappeared off to this time.
(X) @brxkenhalos
"Then would you like for me to contact Miss Charlie and Miss Vaggie for a meeting regarding the weapons? I would suggest we get to keep a few, just in case of an serious emergency." Although the peace between Heaven and Hell was stable, there were still outside threats that could plan to cause harm to the hotel and its residents.
"This is just my suggestion as the hotel's security guard, but both Miss Charlie and Miss Vaggie make the final decision regarding matters like the weapons."
"Alright, I'll keep a note of that... We should find a place that's close enough from here to hide while we scout the area for a mechanic." The undercover detective nodded in understanding as he watched Gwen slowly stand up after checking her body parts to see if they were still functional, moving his offered right hand back to his side, only taking his eyes off her to survey the area of threats.
"I think there's an abandoned shed around here to the east, should be close enough to hide in unless it's being used by the workers here."
Gwen Zero tilted her head and she nodded. When she heard there was a shed nearby, she turned her head in a vague direction what her sensors told her there were several structures.
"There is. You are correct. I may need to lean on you to make it that far. If the shed is occupied by others, what would you supposed we do?" she asked Don.
There were some homeless in the Park and some loitered about. While Gwen did not theorize they would be in this shed, it was something that they would have to speculate on just in case.
"We can move to another area that's unoccupied, I don't have plans to cause conflict for a place to hide in... As long as we don't get caught." That was the plan, nodding to let Gwen lean on him if needed.
"Do you have anything that can scan an area for temporary shelter? If not, then that's something we should consider adding to your system if we do find a mechanic that can do that."
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"Hello, Miss Charlie... Yes, I'm ready to go into the exposure therapy." Don had his powers off, as he had learned to turn them off a couple days ago, allowing him to hide them when needed.
"... I know that... The exposure therapy won't be a complete success, but it'll help me make progress with coping with my trauma." He took a moment to look around, make sure no one but him and Charlie were in the area. "Are you ready as well? Just checking to make sure no one comes to interrupt our session."
Charlie sat down, noticing Don's current difficulties and changing tactics.
"Oh, Uncle Mammon can be a little rough around the edges but he has some good qualities, too! As greedy as he is, he used to buy me a lot of gifts when I was a child. I think it was one of his ways of showing affection for me," Charlie explained, deciding to try to keep away from the topic of Don's dreams about the past. Now was not the time for that.
"I know Mammon hasn't been to the hotel before, but some of the my other aunts and uncles have. Have you had a chance to meet any of the Sins when they were here?" she asked as she picked up her tea cup and took a sip.
"Not yet, actually... But I should when I get the chance to, Miss Charlie... Please let me know if they come to visit while I'm on patrol or I'm out doing errands, I'll return to the hotel immediately to meet them." Technically the only sin Don's ever met was King Lucifer, but the rest of the Sins were important figures that he was prepared to encounter one day.
"... Now that I think about it, how come the other sins weren't aware of Mr Vox's attempt to attack Heaven? I know they're occupied with their own ring, but they should have at least came when your father was... Held hostage as a energy source to Mr Vox's superweapon? I have a feeling that once they find out, they will not be happy with the outcome." Perhaps they knew that Vox would fail right from the start, or that they knew that coming to help Lucifer might allow Vox to manipulate the situation further, try to turn the sinners against the sins themselves in the process.
"Either way, we must be prepare for any bad outcomes from the sins should they come to visit the hotel." The change in subject did allow Don to be distracted from the dreaded weapon sitting between him and his boss, taking another slow sip of his warm tea.
(X) @letsstaytuned
"Nothing to address at this moment, Mr Alastor… Apparently, the wall that usually breaks is undamaged this time, probably because things are now quiet... And we are safe, just a few minor disputes between guests, but nothing serious."
"Any redemptions while I was away?" he asked, seriously doubting it but it was worth asking. He wouldn't want to be caught unaware.
As for the wall, he wasn't surprised. Some of the times it was broken because of sinners trying to challenge him and if he was away it would make sense it would be less likely to be broken.
"None, but we are actively working to find a way to properly redeem a sinner, especially with the assistance of Miss Emily from Heaven." And that was one important thing to note, that the process to redeeming a sinner would be slow but hopefully moving forward with Emily's help.
"For now, several of our newest guests are still settling down at the hotel, and have even planned to attend the various activities around here."
"Well... I'm asexual/aromantic, but yet you show no hatred towards me for that... Still, you are capable of love, Miss Charlie... It was your compassion and kindness towards your people that became one of my reasons to join the hotel as a security guard." Don replied calmly once Charlie's demon form shifted back to normal, now approaching her to rest his right hand on her shoulder in comforting.
"I know and I don't hate anyone that's aromantic or asexual. It's just that if I'd known that about her, I wouldn't have wasted my time. It wasn't fair to either of us," she muttered quietly. But Vel had clearly gotten more out of it materially than anything else. "I would've understood immediately that we were incompatible."
Charlie ran a hand over her face and sighed heavily, shoulders falling. "I'm just fucking exhausted from it all..."
"Then let's head back inside to rest and recover, Miss Charlie... I can take care of the rest of today's patrols and inform Miss Vaggie that you need to rest from today's events... But I won't tell her or anyone else, not unless you want me to." He let go of the shoulder his hand was resting on, letting it rest back to his side.
(X) @more-things-in-heaven-hell
"Not a problem, Sir Lucifer... Doesn't hurt to take a breather in-between our usual workouts." Especially since he knew that Lucifer was recovering from the events of being a superweapon's energy source.
"Take all the time you need, get some water if you need it."
@pinklocksoflove asked: "Yeah yeah, I get it." Lute huffed she was used to this reaction.
"I'm not here for murder. On orders from Sera."
"And what orders did she give you, exactly? Do be aware that I'm the hotel's security guard, and thus it'll be my duty to keep an eye on you the entire time during your unexpected visit here, Lieutenant Lute." Don was stern but slightly cordial in his usual stone-faced matter, nodding in understanding towards the exterminator lieutenant.
aches and pains … sentence starters
tw for chronic illness / chronic pain and body dysmorphia
“Shit, it hurts!”
“I’m used to it hurting.”
“It’s nothing. It just hurts, again.”
“I just can’t ever get comfortable.”
“My whole body just feels… wrong.”
“No, it’s normal pain. I’m used to it.”
“I wish these scars would just go away…”
“It hurts too much to stand up, I need to sit.”
“I’m tired of feeling off all the time, that’s all.”
“I think I need a hot shower and some painkillers.”
“It doesn’t even feel like this body is… me, anymore.”
“God, I wish I could be healthy for one day. Just one.”
“No, it doesn’t really hurt today. It’s just uncomfortable.”
It’s a bad day, again. I might need some help getting up.”
“It just feels like there’s something in me that’s not… me.”
“I don’t even remember what it’s like to get a good night’s sleep.”
“What’s it like waking up and NOT always hurting? Must be nice.”
“Man, if I hurt this much already, it’s really gonna suck to get older.”
“I need a hand up. If I start crying, don’t stop, it’s manageable pain.”
“I’m only (age)! I shouldn’t have the aches of a 90 year old woman.”
“I feel like a burden. I wish I was healthy so no one has to look after me.”
“This doesn’t even feel like a body, anymore. It’s just a big ball of pain and ick.”
“It feels like my body’s never… right. Like there’s always something wrong with it.”
“I don’t want to stay in bed, ‘cause my brain’ll tell me I’m lazy. But, it hurts too much to stand up today.”
“I don’t want to have to ask for help. I wish I could just do these things by myself, but my body won’t let me.”
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