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[a-hazbin-spider]

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) ⊱ rp prompt

change pronouns and adjust as needed.

you will be so much more than that.

demons have always haunted our world.

that duty falls to you.

that victory is within your reach.

that's not even a real number.

there's no water in these.

how can you be late?

i didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!

why do they always interrupt our snacking?

they will face my wrath!

now you gotta die.

ugh, you came at a bad time.

you just crossed the line.

i understand you are weak.

and you dare to mock me with it?

i'm not here to mock you.

i'm here to help you.

it's time for a new strategy.

what makes you think that could work?

you've never done a single thing that didn't serve yourself.

that was weird.

we already have plans.

i can't wait to eat kimbap and stare at the ceiling.

sounds super boring. i'm so down.

we literally just sat down.

i can handle this. i'm not having a nervous breakdown.

you always say no.

you sound exactly like her.

no. we gotta hide and fix it.

earthy and herby. smells legit to me.

hurry, before someone sees us.

in order to heal a part, we must understand the whole.

you have a lot of walls up.

watch yourself.

they're not even that cute.

i'm gonna throw up.

no, it's too public.

don't eat that!

let's go kill these guys.

hard to say goodbye when we're having fun.

make it stop.

wow. did you really follow us here?

we're not here to fight.

whoa! mind the face.

surprisingly, your plan is working.

it's a lot more serious than i thought.

is that bird wearing a tiny hat?

wow, i wasn't expecting a hug, but ...

i thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. but i see i was wrong.

hey! i just wanna talk.

but first, i wanna talk about those pants.

you were supposed to be dead.

i could've told your friends what you are.

that's none of your business.

i know what it feels like to have them.

is that what you think?

you're not good enough for them.

you know you can tell me. i'll understand.

i'm nothing like you.

denial. i get it.

i'll be here when you're done pretending.

there won't be a next time.

are you a prisoner too?

thanks for having my back.

we keep meeting like this.

i didn't think you liked sharing.

should i tell them?

i'm gonna tell them. eventually.

are you whispering?

your secret's safe with me.

i'm helping myself.

i'm pretty good at reading people. actually, i'm kind of an expert at it.

i just can't shake this feeling that you're keeping something from me.

i'm not keeping anything rom you.

sorry, i sound nuts.

yeah. eternal suffering. sounds fun.

you made me come all the way out here so you could jumpscare me?

i'm glad you'er finally ready to talk.

you could've picked somewhere nicer for a date.

you're so old.

this is strictly a business meeting.

i am a mistake. have been since the moment i was born.

excuse me? i'm everyone's type.

i see why you're single.

see? we'd never work.

go find yourself a better boy.

this one's hopeless.

that's the funny thing about hope. nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. that choice belongs to you.

for what it's worth, i don't think you're a mistake.

i just want you to know i'm here for literally anything you need.

seriously, what is your problem?

not everything is about your insecurities, [name]!

what's with the long faces?

you killed your family.

don't forget about our deal, [name].

i'm kind of a difficult person.

something's wrong.

i knew it was too good to be true.

don't leave!

say you didn't do this. how could you do this?

it was all a lie.

it was real! what we had was real. i know it was.

i just needed you to trust me. that's all.

that's right, i lied to you.

i thought i could fix it all.

thi sis what i am.

why can't you look at me?

why couldn't you love me?

you come here like this?

you can't even fix yourself.

i'm sorry for everything.

i wanted to set you free.

you gave me my soul back.

this feels amazing.

see what you've been missing?

i'm so happy you didn't, like, die.

wow, [name], way to be super literal.

i definitely feel recharged.

[a-hazbin-spider]

Oh perfect. A goat. And one that presumably was new here. If this behavior was anything to make of the situation. Nobody with a working brain- no matter how ballsy, just fucks around with Val’s stuff. An overlord like him may show more of his feelings on his sleeve- or hold himself with less sternness than others, but he was by far one of the more violent ones. A fine hair trigger on his temper. If this little fuck so much as scratched this thing? Oh yeah, everyone’s gonna hear it. So much for his smoke break.

Is a goat particularly easy to manhandle? Should a goat be manhandled? The answer is probably negative to both questions but Angel’s started to try straight away, before someone tells the boss he’s got a farm animal suitable for target practice.

“No- no-no..! Let’s getcha down- no.” Ah man, he’s pleading whatever merciful force that may preside over this place that those hooves and claws don’t scratch the paint. “What th’ fuck are you goin’ on about? It sing-? y’know what, That don’t matter, just, don’t mess with it. Yeah? It belongs to a real territorial type.”

Why was he even helping them? He could have just tossed them right? Instead he behaves like he’s got an obligation to the goat.

Valentino's car, sleek, low to the ground, dripping with chrome and vanity, sat parked outside one of his clubs. And The Goat was standing on top of it. Their cloven hooves clinked curiously against the metal, head tilted as they inspected the windshield. They crouched down, peering at the faint reflection in the glass, then tapped at it with a clawed finger.

"A moving shrine?" they murmured aloud. "It hums like it's alive… is this a beast? Or a prison?" The sentient crown that floated upon his head peered into the car's interior with just as much curiosity. "So many buttons..."

"Hey hey hey HEY HEY!! Get the hell off the car!! That's Val's!" A shrill voice cracked through the street as someone came sprinting out of the building besides, half out of breath. The Goat glanced over, but didn't move. "It sings," they said with wonder.

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“Mmhm. Lissen I like a little pull tabs for fucker’s wallets too, but y’know. Quotas to meet, bills to pay, status to keep~. Honestly I oughta make that a principle fa’ recreational fucking. If you ain’t makin’ my time worth it, go rub one out ya’self.”

"Sex is for fun! I'm a slut, not a whore."

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“Yeah babe, you play casual, not ranked competitive. I’m using sex to Win. Cash prize. Maybe a lil hobbying on the side.”

"Sex is for fun! I'm a slut, not a whore."

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Immediately his gaze moves to the chest in question. Sheer excitement has sparked in his eyes upon hearing that.

“Wait, really? You’ve got- okay, is it like- a bad thing if I ask to see it?” Genuinely, he now wants to see that so bad. But! With his rep around here and his usual crass image of being a sex pest… he should probably watch himself.

“Pff- wait, sorry, back up. Why’d I be makin’ fun of you? For bein’ all powerful an’ stuff? For havin’ monster-y qualities? What am I ridiculing here?”

“Yeh. You got d’his. I believe in you. I think you’s a deadly an’ gorgeous monster girl. So yeah. Could. You’s capable.” Dumbass gives a thumbs up. Clearly seeing no problem with this. “I think I’d need to up step up my game if I wanted to amount to be a monster girl like you.”

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💖 I love how you write Angel as Autistic. As a fellow person on the spectrum, i love seeing representation!

Aa! Thank! I am glad to hear this! As thanks, and also as a neurodivergent baddie, I shall now ramble at you.

Lots of his learned Social Cues have from his work, and he follows a specific set of rules. One of the reasons BDSM works so well for him.

Then of course we have recorded interests, (fish/weird animals, drag, dance etc) pattern (behavioral) recognition, and his canonical stims: self soothing and destructive alike.

There’s more to it than that of course! Much like there’s quite a bit more added to his neuro-divergent list. Among other things. <:

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“Yeh. You got d’his. I believe in you. I think you’s a deadly an’ gorgeous monster girl. So yeah. Could. You’s capable.” Dumbass gives a thumbs up. Clearly seeing no problem with this. “I think I’d need to up step up my game if I wanted to amount to be a monster girl like you.”

@a-hazbin-spider replied to your post “Hmmm. Did he count as a 'monster girl'? Maybe...?...”:

“You could be a very worthy monster girl, I believe in you. You got d’his. Go get em.”

✥✧∘* "Could? I'd like to think that I am! How rude..."

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Why don't you just kill Valentino?

Shoot em in the back of the head and be done with his stupid ass.

“Better question: why don’t you eat my entire ass? Follow up: do you think you’re smart asking about the one thing everyone’s thought about doing to their boss in depth? Newsflash dipshit, things ain’t that simple. And it ain’t that easy to kill a motherfucker down here.”

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Angel’s tongue darts out to lap some of that sweet sweet filthy hydration. Mmh, tastes like the age of this tower’s architecture.

Now, seeing as the place is soaked and quite finished. He decides to take his wet ass to The Office. Where he can track water and show juuuust how grateful he is. By barely missing the files with his dripping fur.

Dead. He is dead and fried and-

Sprinklers go off, alongside the noise, he goes from startled, to a happy little fur puddle.

He’s still sexy though- this definitely isn’t a drowned rat look! Nobody would think that. And though his hair may have blocked all his eyes, he still very much turns his head toward the culprit with a thumbs up.

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Despite his efforts, his eyes were unable to hold back those few tears. They weren’t the cool sexy kind, so naturally he thinks he ought to be ashamed. But in that shame came with knowing he wasn’t lying.

At first he thought Val would be absolutely disgusted by his pointless sniveling, he was expected to be promptly plucked off for soiling the moth, but he’d been gifted a kiss instead, comfort over his forehead, and over his back.

His body slumps into him a bit further, though, he was doing his best to swallow back his pitiful display, after taking in a breath and reminiscing in the scent, he fights the tears, to hold that breath there in his chest til any of that choking feeling resides. He should be good, be pleasant company rather than a hindrance.

Fingers swipe his bangs aside, and his wet eyes glance up with a softer sort of adoration. His affirmation soothing him.

“I ain’t meant to get all gross on you.” He mutters, his back deciding to arch with the scratching. Evidently he was yearning for that touch for a while.

“Things get busy. Get rough. You got important stuff t’do. An’ I ain’t good fer it sometimes. It ain’t like I don’t get it. I just… y’know. Miss ya. Ain’t exactly your fault.”

Even if it was, now was a time he’d never see it in full.

In all honesty. He’d felt a strange hollowness that made an aching cavity where he’d store his infernal heart. A little loss and emptiness of what was otherwise so comforting.

He was sure that it was just late, and his body and brain were just going all fuck-y after an intense session. He was just in some sort of sub-drop, or lacking energy to feel much. Yeah. Again. He was sure.

Until Val asked what was wrong. For whatever Strange reason his eyes leak. And guilt washes over his expression in quick succession to a particular hopeless kind of sadness. No. This was not happening. Val wouldn’t want to cuddle him if he felt tears on his chest! That thought alone makes him cling on tighter, his inner frustration only making it more difficult to keep from dampening his boss.

Truthfully he would just say nothing, but.

“I missed it.” Comes an almost ashamed murmur into lavender skin. It’d been soft, he almost didn’t know if he’d actually said it. But there was no taking it back. It was spoken loud enough for Valentino to hear.

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In all honesty? He had no idea a demon of his caliber could BE summoned. He never thought he could leave hell without some- whatever bullshit soul cleansing. But here he was, wide eyes staring at stars for the first time in decades, seeing the beauty of soft grasses and a cooler darkness than the skies that turned from oxidized to clotted colors of blood. Never a deep blue like these.

Luckily he would be able to notice the fire quickly enough, or he’d certainly be in for a surprise looking down the end of a barrel of a gun. Almost too stunned to pick up the insults given to him.

… Almost.

“Thing? Well ‘scuse me.” He grouches back, eyes squinting before looking distinctly up to see where Alice’s voice came from. Ah. Oh. Yeah his question still stands.

“You tell me. I show up here and first thing I see is your ass riding a beefcake’s shoulder, right in front of a massive fire. Well, guess it’s better you ain’t dead an’ in hell…” after a moment he realizes these freaks still didn’t know who they were talking to. “Yeah, a’right. Name’s Angel Dust. I film porn. Pleasure’s all yers.”

“  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  or/

“ what the fuck happened to you? ”

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(("What the fuck happened to you?"))

An abandoned hospital was slowly going up in flames. Walking out of it was a colorful bunch: A massive ghost, a kitsune, a woman in blue carrying an icy bat with on hand, and a mechanic with a prosthetic. The ghost was carrying a very sore, tired and emotionally drained Alice.

Alice was acquainted with new paranormal investigation team, one that had proven to be excellent in a fight and good listeners to Alice's warnings. Most importantly...they refused to leave her behind.

When Angel Dust made his appearance, the mechanic yelped in fear and pulled out a gun. The kitsune growled. The ghost's eyes glowed and scowled. The blue woman was awestruck for a moment but then cried out, "Who are you?!"

Alice winced as she forced herself to turn her head at the new presence. "....Angel? What are you doing here? Did you get summoned or...?"

Everyone looked at her. "You know this thing?!" The mechanic shouted.

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“Call me that again, I’ll sit on yer chest when ya try to sleep.” His threat was weak at best, his eyes falling shut when his head was pet. So relaxing. Immediately the fatigue has him sink down further. Only sort of listening to the tech talk. Toys. Malware. Bugs. Normal stuff for the other. Totally.

“Been a while, he says. I think all yer victims would say it’s too soon fa tha next several years.” He jests gently, sliding himself to be a nuisance on his lap while continuing his teases. “What’re ya gettin’ fa toys? Is it a downloading paddle-ball?”

“Sheesh, I was at it for way too long, body’s killin’ me.” He grouses casually, immediately falling forward to lie facedown on the couch. “How’s about you, Buzz-Buzz? Hell treatin’ you any better?”

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"Doin' good, fuzzbutt." The hornet reached over and started giving Angel's fluffy head some scritches while he tapped at his phone with a lower hand. "Playing with code, writing up new malware, giving myself some new toys. I should probably get back to tinkering, it's been a while since I made a new bug of some kind."

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“Hm, I am pretty curious what’d be that bad for you to describe it like that! You oughta tell me sometime.”

For all that Angel knows- the cannibalism and the otherwise refined cuisine was just about all the information he had. Really, he still had no room to judge even if he had the information Vaggie did. Not only was it far from the worst thing on his list, but. Angel was- and is, less refined than his image suggests, and his choices lead into lots of positions where his vices were the only thing fed, or where he really found himself looking for scraps.

It’d taken a moment for him to remember he wasn’t just there as- well, anything. Maybe lost in thinking about what sort of monstrosity or burnt conglomerate the other may have seen, or perhaps he’d forgotten the details a bit.

“Right, ya did say that.” He rubs a hand at the back of his neck awkwardly, settling, with the fruits of his labor with him. Seeming more than happy to do so. It really had been a while since he’d gotten to do this. Sure it might’ve been awkward to see him waiting on the invite again but the encouragement is easy to do this time.

“You don’t say. Ya prolly get success anyhow, but, I don’t doubt that you would be good at that kinda job. Looked like ya had a good idea in mind at th’ start. Maybe, sometime I can see what kinda things you like makin’.”

With the way he’d stood around, his mind prods at him about the behavior. What would Alastor think of it? He was totally acting weird. Even if his eating habits weren’t good as they should be, it’d be all for naught if the meal wasn’t shared. So, naturally he partakes. Humming when he can taste the warm, hearty dish for himself. Almost felt nostalgic. “If that’s the case, I hope I can live up to your expectations, Chef.”

Patience is rewarded indeed! A virtue can be exchanged for being both wined and dined as it would turn out. Which- for Angel it is much easier to carry these things up with so many arms to his disposal. Though he was not sure what he was to expect when he returned. Luckily he did not appear to have taken quite too long, as Alastor seems relatively comfortable to read in the exact spot he was when he left.

No way should presenting make him nervous, he was so good at cooking. At least, he was when he had done so more often. But seeing as he had such little time to eat anymore, he started to worry, wonder if he missed something important despite it looking and smelling just as pleasant as he’d hoped for.

“Was there any doubt? Can’t believe you’s doubtin’ me!” He makes a silly display of false hurt, before settling the dish in place for the darling deer to try for himself. “There, I like to think I retained my skill from when I was young. It helps to encourage me knowin’ someone real talented with sizable standards was requestin’ it.”

Wine is popped open, and carefully poured into a glass to pair with the pasta. Angel takes a quick sniff, regarding Alastor’s choice with a pleased hum. “You seem to know what you’re talkin’ about, maybe this’ll make up for makin’ ya feel silly.”

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“Yeah, I heard somethin’ like that b’fore. Apparently when ya age or somethin’. You go through Twink Death or whatever. But, our bodies don’t age no more, so you’ll take my Twink title from my dismembered, exterminated hands. Not gonna lie though, I don’t think I’d mind if Lucifer decided on a lil more Dilf-y look.”

✥✧∘* "If being a twink suddenly stopped because you're old, none of these people would be twinks! Lucifer wouldn't be a twink! But they all are!"

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CATALOG 001   ⧫    𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚂  𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂:   i.  (  type:  scenarios )

[R] = receiver / [S] = sender 

[001] when confronted [R] is asked if they betrayed [S]

[002] in a dimly lit room [R] is tied to a chair by [S]

[003] when their chin is held [R] breathes out when [S] tightens their grip

[004] after an attack [R] is handed a damp cloth by [S]

[005] during a moment of crisis [R] is saved by [S]

[006] in the heat of the moment [R] kisses [S] to distract them

[007] in a moment of tension [S] backs [R] against a wall

[008] in the aftermath of violence [S] wipes blood from [R]’s cheek

[009] during an interrogation [S] whispers something only [R] can hear

[010] in the silence before dawn [R] reaches for [S] without looking

[011] when they’re undercover [S] places a hand on [R]’s thigh to keep up appearances

[012] in a hidden corridor [R] presses a blade to [S]’s throat before realizing who it is

[013] as the safehouse burns [S] refuses to leave without [R]

[014] when patching up a wound [R] flinches and [S] says “it’s me”

[015] after a mission gone wrong [R] collapses into [S]’s arms

[016] just before pulling the trigger [S] hesitates when they see [R]

[017] in a dark motel room [S] asks if [R] ever really cared

[018] when [R] tries to walk away [S] grabs their wrist and says “don’t”

[019] when forced to dance at a party [S] spins [R] just to whisper in their ear

[020] while bandaging a wound [R] winces and [S] softly apologizes

[021] when alone for the first time in weeks [S] touches [R] like they might vanish

[022] in the middle of an argument [R] confesses something they shouldn't

[023] when [S] is hurt [R] tears a piece of their own clothing to stop the bleeding

[024] when they reunite [R] refuses to let go of [S] for just a moment longer

[025] when [R] is almost killed [S] panics in a way they never have before

[026] when the blade is at [S]’s throat, [R] whispers, “give me a reason”

[027] after the scuffle, [S] wipes blood from their mouth and smirks at [R]

[028] after the fight ends, [S] holds [R] at gunpoint, trembling

[029] [R] tackles [S] through a doorway, both landing hard and breathless

[030]  [R] lunges first, but [S] has them pinned in seconds