#@radicheart

[timidblues]

•·.·''·.·• @radicheart •·.·''·.·•

Well, today definitely didn't go as planned. The blonde had initially left her house for some shopping, walking down the street with her handbag in tow as usual― until she spotted something very strange.

Some sort of...demons? Imps? out and about, seemingly conversing amongst themselves before beelining down the street towards her.

Were they...people in costumes? That's what she had guessed at first, there was no way this was real. However, they seemed to not have noticed her, still sprinting towards her when she suddenly froze.

They seemed to have only realized her presence at the last second, a swear leaving one of the person's lips as they bumped into her and accidentally dragged into...what was that, a portal?!

She barely had the time to think before she hit the ground with a yelp as she groaned to herself, but when she looked up...she was in a completely different place.

Where was she? And who were all these people?! Why were they looking at her like that?!

All kinds of thoughts traveled in her head, the group that had bumped into how now long gone as she realized they were all demons. She was in hell.

It...it had to be a dream, right?! There was no way this was real. She was panicking, thoughts reeling in her head while some of them took the opportunity to slowly approach her, a smirk on their twisted faces. It was only after a few seconds that she realized she was in danger, her fight or flight reaction kicking in.

And flee it was. She bolted away from them, not without being slashed a few times― the blonde crying in pain and fear as she sprinted away the fastest that she ever had in her entire life.

A few minutes later, here she was, a pathetic crying and shaking mess― huddled up at the end of a dark secluded alleyway, crying to herself.

There was no saving her now. She was going to die here, before even living her life to the fullest.

[novinare]

[exorcisticlute-archive]

{closed thread with @radicheart }

Lute was left behind by the exorcist. She was too hurt to fly to heaven and also sore from yelling that she couldn’t yell for help. Her eyes widen seeing the portal closed as she quickly ran around hiding in ally. “Fuck I need somewhere to be safe” she muttered to herself throwing an old large blanket over her hiding her halo and wings. At this point she was more relaxed walking around hell a bit more asking around for information.

She finally heard the answer she was looking for. She was on the hunt for a specific overlord with a red coat. Some say he’s hard to spot while others say it’s easy.

[the-smallest-star]

@radicheart

"Not me Alastor, you." He was going to have to come clean, his eyes flickering around to make sure it was just the two of them. "Tinker has a... gift... or a curse. He's a clairvoyant. He can't control it, but sometimes he'll have a vision of the past, present or future. He can't control who its about either. It's a closely guarded secret, it's why he's so anxious. Think, if some of the more problematic overlords knew they'd either want to kill him to make sure he wouldn't spill anything, or use him to their advantage."

"In his vision, he didn't see me there. He saw you. And while he didn't hear what you said, she did take your hand after you talked to her. If I go, that might not happen." Vinn put a paw on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze, "I know you can convince her."

[stagred]

　@radicheart, plotted starter!

　" No excuses, Germain! I'll be there in an hour! "

　Sentimentality. How he despises it. Staring at the clock tick away, Germain wonders if he should regret letting Calloway back into his life, given that this softened version of himself staked a claim within the walls he had so carefully put up. Sadly, he doesn't hate it, and a part of Germain is happy to know he'll have company.

　The reasons why, however, are a different matter entirely. Sentimentality. Calloway is worried about him, about his injuries. Germain puts a hand to his chest as he watches his coffee pot come to a boil, rubbing idly at the stitches still tying him together. It stopped bleeding some time ago, but the wound is hardly healed yet. He blames the bitch, naturally. Who else is there to point fingers at? He never would have agreed to Charlie's plans if he knew how it would --

　The water's ready.

　He'll leave it on the hot plate for now, so the water is an acceptable temperature when Calloway arrives. But he has other preparations to make now that he's run out of reason to waste time.

　The floor - length mirror in his room bears a strategically placed crater of broken glass that hides his face when he approaches it. Germain takes his time, undoing his tie and setting it on a nearby table, unbuttoning his coat, his vest, working away at the buttons of his dress shirt. He shivers at the cold when fabric finally leaves his skin. He'll redress before Calloway gets here, no need to see everything, but seeing this angry gash where his ribs connect makes his stomach twist.

　" Damn it all... " Germain mutters, and as he turns to snatch up his shirt again, he comes to the frightening realization that Calloway entered some time ago, and he freezes.

[hellshoard]

@radicheart || X

"Hhhmm?" She merely hummed and leaned in close to him, being careful not to touch him, "Scared~"

[radioiaci]

▹@radicheart liked for a starter.

"Ah, my friend!" A cheery greeting that betrays the fact that Alastor may or may not be just a touch tipsy. He does not often get so eager for the drink when he needs to be in public, but today is a bit of an exception.

He will not say why.

"I've been meaning to ask you something since our last rendezvous. How do you feel about taxidermy?"

[venisontransmission]

@radicheart from here

Foster has gone a bit out of his way, setting Calloway down first and then rummaging around for pillows and anything relatively soft. He's quickly created a comfortable nest for the two deer demons and lifts Cal once more just to set him in his lap with a hum. He can feel that tail wagging - it tickles.

"I trust this is what you wanted?"

[hclluvahctel-aa]

OBLIVIOUS KING IS OBLIVIOUS.

[screwslooseboozer]

　" ...I mean if I could turn myself into a chick, I'd probably be havin' some fun. "

[pcisin]

@radicheart || the overlords' first meeting

"y'know jo, i dunno how ya always be thinkin' of these designs? especially knowin' what would look amazin' on me." he chuckles, watching josephine look through her fabrics as he looks at the design she sketched out for his new outfit.

angel had came over for a new outfit since there's going to be a gathering with the other overlords and he had to look his best of course.

he sat down on her shop's couch, getting comfortable and placing the sketch back on her table. he was chatting with josephine when he heard the door swing open by the little bell hanging over it that he stopped. he looks over, raising a brow when he saw it was the radio demon.

curious, he wondered why he was here. he knew little of the other other than what he has done to get where he was and how he got dubbed as the "radio demon". he's seen him now and then from not just the gatherings but also in cannibal town.

another thing he knew other than the stories, is that the man seems to like the taste of flesh.

before he was caught staring, he looks away, now staying quiet to see what will the interaction be with him and the designer.

[family-values]

She had left loneliness behind. None of her family, not even her mother or her very own son had made it there, and she had gotten tired of the constant upbeat songs and 'ignore it all' attitude. There was no sadness, no tears and quite frankly Anastasia had had enough of it all. Sighing as she landed in Hell near the Hazbin Hotel, she blinked in confusion as deer-like ears and a tail appeared on her. Curious, the woman tugged on the ears, wincing at the pain. "Ah, so there are animal forms here as well." She murmured, dark brown eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Now to find him.." Glancing around, Anastasia sighed. "Curses, I can't remember what he looked like..." She rubbed her forehead. "I...believe he was in mostly red...?"

@radicheart

[pinklocksoflove]

@radicheart

Everything was darkness for what felt like an eternity, one moment she was engaging a dark wizard the next... nothing. The young woman found herself in a scuzy alleyway in an unfamiliar place, the sky a deep crimson. From what she could tell she was still alive, could still feel a connection to her abilities as a paladin. Armor and weapon were gone unfortunately but she was still adept at her radiant magic. Taking a cautious step out, everyone was staring at her.

Seems being human here was certain unusual. She didn't need her tuned senses to tell her someone... or something incredibly powerful was coming up behind her, she could feel it deep within her soul.

[staticgcne]

@radicheart requested to co - star !! starter call.

        ❛  WELL,  WELL!  Looks like there are two dashing hoteliers in the building!  ❜ 

     A chipper greeting directed at his duplicate as his ears twisted slightly,  betraying the wearier undertones in his body.  He might have been a little too gung - ho for all this world hopping that he was doing.  But the stitches did their job to keep his smile in place.

        ❛  I hope you don't mind the intrusion  —  I must have made a slight misstep in attempting to get home.  A delight in meeting you,  of course,  I am sure!  ❜

     A proffered hand,  regardless.  Important to take in all the differences,  make mental notes.  Make an impression,  one way or another.  He could be tired later.

[the-smallest-star]

"I'm... not mom material. I don't even know what a mom is meant to be like...."

[stagred]

　　@radicheart continued from : X

　" OOF--! " He's laughing, which is probably a good sign, as he returns the excited embrace with a few awkward pats on the back.

　" I've been around, don't you worry! I simply limited my broadcasting range for a bit! What claustrophobic nonsense, advertising to infinity like that! Don't tell me you were actually worried about my absence! Aren't we supposed to be cold, unfeeling bastards? " Germain chuckles. " I'm glad to see you as well, friend. "