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What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself...

Indie. Private & Low Activity. Hazbin. Single Muse. Angel Dust. C & C Written by Kanami.

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Just wanna throw out that I also write on discord.

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「🕸️ ❝ The fuck ya lookin' at me fer? Yuh insultin' me 'r somethin' Smiles? I'll 'ave ya 'no I smell like fuckin' strawberries. Ya wanna lean in an' smell fer yerself?~ ❞ 」

" do you smell something ROTTING ? " a chuckle, eyeing the other.

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May answer one more thing than dip. Slowly working on my old asks for this and my side. Will be on discord.

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Mun Communication meme;;

@widdlestwucifer Asked :

🎊 Sometimes you just make me so happy I don’t know what to do. Oops.

🎶 I really tend to space off sometimes and do my own thing, it’s not you!

You also said some hearts. On the meme it's (💖 Your muse is someone I generally/already ship with mine but I want to get to know your portrayal ), but didn't know if you meant that or just being really sweet.

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Either way! Thank you so much! Hope it's cool I answered here over where Alastor is. It's just easier. But I really appreciate it; this is so sweet! I'm very thrilled we great to write together and I love seeing your Lucifer on my dash. That's very fair with he music note one. Take care of yourself cause we have plenty of time to write~ I know Al is looking forward to bullying him again lol Don't tell Charlie...

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@botanikos

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

✨ ― i love the way you write 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

You sent this on my old blog and I never got around to it but appreciated this so much! Been feeling a little down lately so it was really nice to see this again. Thank you so much! The same can be said about you too~ I'm really excited for the stuff we do together on both blogs~

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@toxitrosia asked "hmm...mhmm... your tarot cards said it's not a club night. better stay in and order pizza to avoid impending doom. i'll get the tequila."

「🕸️What the actual fuck? Not a club night? What the hell else was he supposed to do on a Saturday night? The spider pouts, feeling slight irritation and frustration. One of the clubs he frequented offered a new strawberry drink that supposedly had some kick to it. He was gonna purchase at least two of them, maybe more ). His arms crossed but his eyes drifted towards the man. Pizza? Tequila? A night in? He supposed that would be alright. Val had been nice enough to him.

❝ Fine, yer the expert, but I still wanna get wasted tanight. Brin' the shot glasses. We can watch some corny shit an' take drinks when the bitches fight! ❞ 」

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Radiodust Drabble

「🕸️With his free day, the spider choose to sit in the lobby with his lap top resting on his lap. A few things were checked before a 'spur of the moment' moment happened. Sims 3 was booted up and a new file chosen ( after he made sure his mods were in check ). Fingers tapped gingerly against the back of the device as he pondered the characters he should make this time. His mood was fine today so no need to torture the Overlord with his contract. Instead, he decided to create his friends at the hotel.

Charlie and Vaggie were his first two creations since you couldn't have one without the other. With his mods, he made them as accurate as possible, and giggled as he gave them each traits. Niffty was fun to make and he made sure she received the neat trait. He'd make sure she went after bugs every now and then, since he was sure if he showed her later it'd make her happy. Lucifer was living here now so he also received an avatar. With a few mods, he'd give him some duck decorations for his room. Husk came shortly after. He was so cute and received the grumpy trait. He'd show Husk later show adorable he was. He made himself and enjoyed choosing between all of the clothes and traits that an hour had already went by.

And lastly there was...

The spider froze, feeling hesitant. Al probably had eyes in the back of his head. He probably had eyes everywhere. He glanced to check his surroundings. Husk was at the bar but he seemed distracted, and Charlie and Vaggie were currently out. Niffty could be a problem if she came out of whatever hole she was hiding in ( he only thought this since he swore he heard her cackling from one of the vents ). Maybe Al and Lucifer were competing over something again, which meant smiley pants was preoccupied. Or so he hoped.

Maybe it was safe. He turned his attention back towards the game and began the character creation. The spider visualized every detail of the deer demon from his adorable fluffy ears to the soles of his shoes. Accuracy towards his attire and their colors taken seriously, needing to be perfect in their representation. No silly traits were given. He almost felt like he was staring at an almost identical reflection when he process was complete. And even though it was tempting, he only assigned a romantic preestablished relationship to Charlie and Vaggie. He felt like he needed to earn Al's affections, even if it was just a little game.

As per usual, the boring shit happened first with the sims finding careers and getting use to their new home. Admittedly, he used a few cheats so he could have a little fun without having to worry about money or sleep taking up half of his game play. When all was in order, that's when the fun began. His little sim began trying to build a relationship with Al. Though, Al's sim seemed hardly interested and seemed to like Husk better. It made him huff. So, he tried a new approach and let his sim ask Al's about his interests. It was so cute watching Al's little sim excitedly discuss music. It made him think of the real Al. He was a Jazz man and had the best recommendations. And, yes, Angel had listened to them all. What could he say? He was infatuated.

So, shortly after he had bought a record player in game and threw some music on. Even though the volume of the game was muted, he pretended he could hear one of the songs Al had shown him. With the option's displayed, his sim asked Al to dance and actually received a yes. The spider squealed, but quickly caught himself and softly blushed. No one noticed, as far as he knew. He watched as the duet began and eh couldn't help the smile that curled on his lips. He wished he could dance with Al like this in reality, but he had no idea what he'd say. Rejection would sting but what if Al thought it was a joke? Just another silly little act? That might hurt far worse.

But in this game he could enjoy. Well, the little sim him could. A little jealousy set in. He knew his little sim might have the opportunity to kiss him, hug him, do naughty things with him, but more importantly; explore a relationship with him. His little sim had a chance, so he guessed he could vicariously live through him for a bit. He didn't entirely understand why the Radio Demon of all demons made his heart melt, but...no, he could.

It was silly, really, but Al had actually complimented him occasionally. The one that stuck with him the most past impressing him, to a degree, with his cooking skills, was the fact the guy thought he was pretty. He never expected his looks to even appeal to Al. Oh, and when he had been caught dancing and Al said it 'wasn't bad'. There were times they got along, and times where he bothered Al when he flirted, but it was never enough to destroy whatever it was they were building. His attention was only drawn back to reality when he heard a voice. Al!

Noticing the two sims on screen were about to kiss, he quickly hid the laptop against his chest and stared at Al; awkwardly. Al questioned what he was doing with that cheeky smile of his. Should he tell him? His heart palpitated in his chest as he considered the possibilities. Telling him could lead to a expression of distaste on Al's features or outright disgust or even rejection. There was probably a 0.1 possibility that Al actually humored and showed genuine interest and/or felt the same. In his panic he said something so second nature, ❝ They're fuckin'. ❞ Al seemed so unfazed by that that the spider was almost nervous. He hadn't seen the sims, right? He didn't know who was on screen, right? He waited, but Al only said he wasn't surprised and started to walk off.

He waited long enough before a soft ' phew ' passed his lips. He returned to the screen and noticed them holding hands. A soft smile as he watched them enjoying what he couldn't have, but in this moment he didn't mind it. They were so cute.

🍓Little did the spider know that he had seen the screen before the spider had became aware of his presence. It was a harmless scenario, he supposed. Would it happen? Perhaps one day. After all, he had seen the ending of that dance the little avatars had done. And he did love to dance. Maybe a duet could be entertaining.  」

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"angie baby. that outfit is making me nauseous. wear this instead." he offers a gold wrapped box, topped with an illustrious lilac, satin ribbon.

@toxitrosia

「🕸️What? Unseen was how his fingers from his lower left hand curled over the fabric of the pink, glittered dress that adorned him. This particular one was meant to highlight his curves, expose his legs as well as his chest fluff and cling snuggly against his form. It was specifically chosen to impress Val. His heart beat nervously in his chest, and a knot twisted in his stomach. Val's opinion held significance. But seeing the expensive, decorative box made him blink. Was this a gift?

Calculated tears in the material as the contents slowly came into view. Inside was an even more gorgeous dress. One that appeared far more expensive then what he wore now. He held it close to his frame whilst a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. ❝ Thank ya! I'll ditch this shit an' put it on right away~ Yuh be oglin' me wit' them eyes. ❞ And a bit more if he was lucky. 」

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

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Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

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Would anyone wanna potentially plot?

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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 cyanide ! a private & selective, canon-divergent valentino. reimagined as the demon of hedonism through the basis of myth & headcanons. strictly 21+, featuring dark themes. heed the rules & warning. conjured by starelette

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 : compulsive hedonism, retro-futuristic media, miasmic sex-magic, dark magic, desire as a weapon, occultic adoration, capitalistic coquetry

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@toxitrosia

「🕸️ A loud, audible gasp in response to the insult some sinner spewed at his boss. ❝ Take it back yuh bitch! Who the fuck do ya think yer talkin' ta! Do ya 'no who he is? ❞ How dare they insult Val like this right in front of him. 」

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❝ ‘Cause I don't want you to know, where I am / 'Cause then you'll see my heart / In the saddest state it's ever been … / This is no place to try and live my life ❞

Indie. Side. Main. Private & Low Activity. Hazbin & Helluva Multi. C & C Written by Kanami.

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What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself...

Indie. Private & Low Activity. Hazbin. Single Muse. Angel Dust. C & C Written by Kanami.