#[ musings ; charlotte morningstar ]

[fuccubi]

finding a woman bleeding, in an an alley, propped up against a dumpster, half dead and mutilated, and then blushing and twirling her hair over it, is actually so girlfailure of charlie "wow this severely wounded dumpster lady is so pretty" charlie??? take a cold shower girl

[thelittlehellians]

Open rp

Charlie sat herself in the lobby of her rebuilt hotel. Waiting for sinners to come and check in. With the news of her and friends successful defense against the exorcist spreading fast she was certain it would attract others to want to stay here or at-least that's what she hoped.

She reflected on the battle how Sir Pentious sacrificed himself to get them to this point and how she lost Dazzle. She sighed, she did not want their sacrifices to be in vain. They died believing in this hotel and she was determined to make sure that this hotel is successful rather heaven will admit it or not.

[blueskywater-happiness]

Dropping this for the Dadstaticradio anon and @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog

[mollymauk-teafleak]

break it if I try convey it (chapter one)

More painter Husk AU! Very sorry to do this to you all right at the top of pride month but I promise the next chapter has the happy ending (...it just also has all the gnarly stuff too...) Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for beta reading!

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3!

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Husk must have spent hours looking at Angel Dust by now. 

Millions of seconds had run through their fingers like grains of sand, so much time where the only purpose to Husk’s eyes had been to look at his model, his muse, his friend, his lover, cataloging every inch of him with monastic devotion. His hands had done the translating, turning what he saw into paint on the canvas but those tawny gold eyes had only looked, somehow making it seem that every moment was precious. Even back when they believed they’d have a lifetime of them. 

But Angel wondered if Husk realized that he was being watched in turn.

He knew for damn sure he’d never be able to make the kind of art Husk did, he couldn’t take the feelings inside him and create that kind of beauty. He could barely turn them into actions, it had taken him a painfully, wastefully long time to learn how to do even that much. But he had watched Husk for all those moments, sketching out the shape of the other man’s soul, not on paper or canvas but on something inside Angel himself. And Angel had slowly managed to convince himself that he’d found one truly good man. 

What had seemed like a one way street, like something being taken from Angel in that way he was exhaustingly familiar with, had turned into something very different, something he’d never imagined he’d be allowed. An impossible luxury, to just be allowed to look at each other and let love grow in those quiet moments. 

And if either of them had torn their eyes away from each other and thought to look at the world around them, the cold, cruel, unfair world they both knew but seemed to have forgotten, they might have seen it. 

They might have seen the danger coming. 

—

Husk was used to feeling like he didn’t belong in places. For Christ's sake, he was a black man who’d grown up poor and regularly breaking the law because of it, who’d always been keenly aware of his attraction to other men, he’d damn near made a career of feeling like he was about to be none too politely asked to leave a joint.

So when he’d received an invitation from Miss Charlotte Morningstar, written out in her own elegant, looping handwriting that spoke of years of education and practice in how to be polite, Husk had fully expected that he wouldn’t be allowed across the threshold of wherever she was asking him to meet her. Not that he could still fit into his nicest suits from way back when but even if he could, they were hardly up to those kinds of standards. 

So he ended up feeling like a bit of an asshole when he went to the address and found himself standing outside a modest looking little cafe, all warm light and chalkboard menus, young couples and families enjoying coffees and pastries. 

But he still had the question of why Miss Morningstar wanted to see him in the first place to chew over. She was a nice girl but she was Angel’s friend first and foremost, he did business with her but it had all been brokered through that connection, that strange, unlikely friendship Husk still didn’t fully understand. This felt more like a social call than a business one and yet Angel was at work, every spare second selfishly hoarded by Valentino as he choreographed a new burlesque show, the tacky varnish the pimp spread over how he made the real money. Apparently there were some high rollers in town, he hadn’t even spared him for any sittings that week. 

Husk was doing his best not to think about it. Wondering why he was being led by a smiling waitress on a weaving path through busy tables to the quieter booths at the back was a less painful task for his brain. 

If anyone on the tables nearby recognised the governor’s daughter they weren’t saying. Husk couldn’t exactly blame them, she wasn’t projecting high society with her blonde hair pulled up in a messy knot, the sleeves of her shirt dress pushed up to her elbows. Despite her best efforts there were still ink stains on them, as well as her hands and even on her cheek as she wrote furiously in a little notebook, shifting other piles of papers around her to read different snatches of what was on them before diving back into her writing. 

Her partner, Vaggie, looked slightly more put together, smiling fondly and patiently as she sat across the table and stopped papers from sliding over the edge. Her gun metal gray hair was pulled back in a thick braid, her tea dress bright and demure. You’d never guess she was armed to the teeth under that flowery fabric, that in between preventing paper avalanches she was scanning the cafe for any approaching threat, ready to pin it down on the point of her knife. Husk had painted her three times now and it had taken all those sittings to get her to open up even a little. Now she had, he found her bruised and battered, singularly devoted to her girl, rarely without her teeth bared. He liked her a lot. 

“Guess I’m a little overdressed,” Husk commented, aiming for light rather than abrasive and missing, as usual. 

Vaggie didn’t even flinch, she’d heard him approach of course, but her girlfriend looked up in delight, “You came!”

Husk gave her a nervous smile, sliding into the booth next to Vaggie, “I mean, you’ve been bankrolling me the last few months, Miss, kind of felt rude not to.”

“I’m still glad,” she gave him a sunny smile, “And I’ve told you, you can call me Charlie, all my friends do.”

Husk didn’t really know what to say to that so he just ordered a black coffee from the waitress that had shown him to their table, looking between the two of them and the piles of papers, “So what’s all this?”

“Oh!” Charlie turned her notebook to show him pages of scribblings that she probably thought made the situation perfectly clear, “I’m just putting together another funding proposal for my halfway house. I have meetings coming up with potential donors, thanks to my father, and the more prepared I am, the easier it’ll be for them to see why we’re such a good cause, right?”

Husk was as blindsided by her optimism as her kindness, feeling more in tune with Vaggie as she hummed drily, “You’d think. If that was the case we’d have a lot more donors by now.”

Charlie only had a fond smile for that, “So we keep trying…which is actually what I wanted to speak to you about, Husk. I was going to hire you.”

Husk grunted, nodding thanks to the waitress as she set his coffee down in front of him, “I ain’t ever been called charitable, Miss…Charlie. But I do have some experience in charming money out of tight fists, just not by any legal means.”

Charlie gave a slightly tired chuckle, though her smile grew a half inch or so at Husk finally using her name, “If we can’t get the roof fixed, I’ll keep that in mind…but no. It’s your artistic skills I’d be interested in.”

“Another portrait of your bodyguard?” Husk inclined his head towards Vaggie who scowled in a way that didn’t fully hide her blush.

Charlie’s smile turned soft, her hand flicking out to lightly touch Vaggie’s hand in a way that would still be acceptable between high society ladies, were anyone to glance over, but said so much more to those who really knew. Husk couldn’t help an absurd spike of bitterness on his tongue that had nothing to do with the coffee and everything to do with jealousy. 

“True, I’d never get tired of looking at them but I had something else in mind,” she smiled, “You’ve never been to my hotel have you? You’ve never seen where Angel lives?”

Husk was ready to bet there were few people in the city that had, though they’d all have heard of it. The building used to be one of the grandest hotels in all of New York, an ornate, fanciful monument to its golden age, to a time when buildings had stretched to the clouds and the money had seemed like it would never dry up. Of course the wars and the crash had come quickly to remind the city of its mortality, driving home that, for all their finery, they were just humans, always one step from being crushed under the weight of their own hate and greed. The hotel had closed and been left to rot, collapsing from an idol into a mausoleum. 

He wondered if Charlie knew the irony of opening a halfway house in a brick and mortar metaphor. He supposed it wouldn’t stop her, even if she did. Now renamed the Hazbin Hotel, she claimed it was going to be a place for people to redeem themselves, to heal and start over again. Well, the first thing that needed a bit of redemption was the building itself, most people walking past the place assumed it was still condemned. 

That was the place Angel had been calling home for half a year. It said a lot about living with Valentino that a place without a roof was the preferable option. 

Husk perched his chin on one knuckle, watching clouds of steam erupt from the surface of his coffee, “No…he keeps a lot close to the chest and I don’t blame him. Last thing he needs is that bitch Valentino hearing I’m showing my face around Angel’s home…he talks about you though. I know you’ve done a hell of a lot for him, giving him a place he can get clean, a bit of slack on the leash so to speak. And I know what that means to him, even if he doesn't always show it through the layers of brat.”

“Thick layers,” Vaggie grunted, not quite hiding the edge of pride in her voice. 

Charlie gave her a look of fond exasperation, “He means a lot to us too. He was our first resident, our only one for a long time actually but…seeing how far he’s come…it’s incredible.”

Husk cheated his throat a little, worrying the conversation was starting towards emotional depths he didn’t have a life jacket for, “So, uh, what is it I’m painting then, if it ain’t your novia?”

Charlie got the dreamy look in her eyes, the one Husk hadn’t needed to know her long to get familiar with. It was the expression that told him she was seeing some bright, golden future that scarred, spent old nags like him couldn’t see anymore. The kind of thing you could only see if you still believed there was some good in folk. 

Or if they have a countdown to their lover’s freedom painted on their wall.

Husk winced guiltily, thinking of the tally he and Angel were keeping, counting every scrimped penny and hidden dollar, a paint thermometer directly on his studio wall, rising incrementally taller with each day. The total at the top was the price attached to Angel’s contract with Valentino, grown bloated over the years as he’d proved himself a real moneymaker, cost of room and board, of food and drink and the drugs added to it so it would be a weight around Angel’s neck that he’d never be able to lift. Not without help anyway.

I ain’t asking to fix the whole goddamn world. Just a little scrap of happiness, just for him. 

“The outside walls of the hotel could use some brightening up, I think. I want people to look at us and know what we’re about, what we’re trying to do. So I thought, what about a mural?”

Husk raised his eyebrows, immediately interested in spite of himself, “Huh. I’m usually a strict paper and canvas man but I have some old friends that work the street art scene. I could ask them about materials and such. What kind of thing would you want?”

Charlie folded her arms, leaning in so Husk could clearly see the infectious spark in her eyes, “Well that’s where I’d trust you and your expertise, Husk. The way you paint expresses exactly what I want people to feel when they’re at the hotel, all that hope and joy and excitement about life.”

“Not usually how people describe me,” Husk admitted, suddenly feeling caught off guard, like she was peeking behind a curtain. 

“It’s what I see when you paint Vaggie. It’s what I see when you paint Angel,” Charlie insisted, “You see people, Husk. You understand them completely and you make it all into something beautiful. Not just the good parts either, everything. There’s something so honest about your art but so hopeful at the same time. Even if you feel like you’ve given up, I don’t think that part of you has. No wonder Angel trusts you, no wonder he…cares for you. I’d like a mural that gives people that same hope and shows them if it worked for Angel, it can work for them. Even if he isn’t there to tell them himself.” 

Husk caught that last phrase, stumbling over it, “What do you mean?”

Charlie’s eyes looked a little misty now, though her smile didn’t dim in the slightest, her hand disappearing inside her purse for an envelope. As she pushed it across the table, he saw his own name written on it, in the same looping hand as his invitation. 

“Your payment for the mural. I thought you would like it in advance this time.”

Husk had the distinct feeling of being in the audience for a magic trick, of knowing some grand reveal was coming, tasting it in the air, but held in that maddening. addictive anticipation of the world being more than you’d ever thought. It was a feeling he knew well, one he’d been desperate to master from the first time he’d met it, as a little boy sneaking into the back of tacky Vegas magic shows. He wanted to take the tricks apart like puzzle boxes, crack them open and peer inside, not realizing that once he did so, the spark of scared. He’d tried to shape that feeling into music, into art, into amber liquids in highball glasses, into dice in the palm of his hand. He’d chased it down into dark corners and off the edge of the cliff. And none of it had come close, none of it had been worth the pain. 

Not until he’d heard it in Angel’s voice. And that was a trick he still couldn't explain. 

No wonder his hands shook as he ran his thumb under the sealed edge. 

Husk was Vegas born and raised, he counted the stack of bills in thirty seconds flat. But still, he counted them again and again and again, not doubting his own abilities but the reality in front of him. 

“I…this…” his mouth worked but no coherent sound came out, his brain still reeling. 

“And before you start saying pendejada like you can’t accept it, we asked around, that's a reasonable rate for the amount of work she wants done,” Vaggie hummed, sipping her tea, “Call the rest a bonus for taking Angel off our hands.” 

“It’s enough, isn’t it?” Charlie’s voice was soft, hopeful, “Angel told me what you were trying to do, he mentioned the amount and I triple checked the math. That gets you there?”

“It is,” Husk croaked, still barely able to believe it, even as the words left his own mouth, “We have it.”

It took him a moment to realize Charlie had taken his hand, almost like his brain had decided there was some grand, cosmic mistake and kicked him out of the body that was having its dreams come true. Her touch was light, hesitant, ready to pull away if Husk flinched but it was there, something offered but waiting for him to take it. Almost as unexpected as the riches in the envelope, the first time in a long damn time that someone had offered him friendship. 

And if today had already proven itself impossible, why not take that too?

Husk lifted her hand to his lips gently, relying on etiquette skills that had gone to rust long ago, feeling rather like a knight kneeling before a princess, “Thank you. Saying that doesn’t feel like enough and, hell, if you ever think of a way I can pay you back, you just call. But thank you.”

“Well, you can paint me a mural?” Charlie giggled, her smile golden, “And…love him. Both of you, take care of each other and love each other and be happy. The way you both deserve.”

“Done.” 

Husk was used to making promises he couldn’t and never intended to keep, it was how he’d survived, how he’d made a fortune and how he��d lost it. So he knew the difference between those cons and the word on his tongue. There were no wires, no loaded dice, no cards up his sleeve, no swig of cheap whiskey to make him brave. He simply meant it, a magic he’d never been able to pull off before but, fuck, he was doing it now. 

He smiled, mirroring some of Charlie’s spark, “I won’t let you down. I won’t let him down.”

Husk didn’t think he could see the same bright future she did. But he was ready to look for it. 

—

He should have seen it coming. 

Husk would berate himself again and again, scourge himself with it until the day he was six feet under. The years he’d spent living one step ahead of his own terrible decisions, lying and stealing and cheating his way up and down the strip, they’d apparently been all for nothing. Because he’d learned rules back then, rules he’d sworn he’d never forget. Keep your eyes up. Keep your ears open. Never let your guard down. Always have a spare ace up your sleeve. 

He should have seen it coming. 

But he just kept climbing the stairs up to his little studio, oblivious, feeling nothing but the weight of the envelope in his jacket pocket and the dreams in his head. It would be torture, waiting until tomorrow evening, the first time Angel had been able to beg a break from rehearsals all week, and then only by reminding Valentino that Husk was doing the artwork for the new show’s posters. Already Husk knew he’d spent that time writing scripts in his head and tossing them into a mental trash can, versions of how he would tell his lover, how he’d give him the money, how to make it special. He felt like a young fellow nervously fidgeting with a ring box, picturing getting down on one knee for his sweetheart after a carriage ride through Central Park. 

Well, it was the closest they were ever going to get so he’d damn well enjoy it. 

But the moment Husk’s hand touched the doorknob, all those half formed dreams fled his mind, winking out of existence like a power cut had hit the marquees and billboards he was building there. And only one thought remained, flashing red in letters ten feet tall. The one rule he’d forgotten more than any other. 

If you feel like you’re on top of the world, brace yourself because you’re about to take a real bad fall. 

But Husk hadn’t even felt himself falling. He’d just hit the fucking ground.

The lock on the door was broken, not just broken but shot to pieces, edges left jagged like teeth bared, ready to bite. Someone had been in his studio and didn’t care if he knew. Husk didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know they weren’t run of the mill robbers, no back alley hoodlum came armed to do damage like that, cold and cruel but purposeful. Which left him with a very short list of very bad men.

He forced his breaths to come slow and steady, hand slipping into a secret pocket sewn into the lining of his jacket and coming back clawed with razor blades. He nudged the door open with his shoulder, trying to take the years off himself and become the man who’d lived through Midway and Okinawa, who’d cheated against every major mob outfit in Vegas and walked away, who’d gone up against guys twice his size and won. 

But he didn’t find any of those things behind the door. He found something worse.�� 

Husk would have said he didn’t have much in the world but he had to admit, it made an almighty mess. His studio had been taken apart, destroyed the way fists could destroy the face of someone they really hated. His easel had been snapped over a knee, there were bullet holes through the canvases on the walls, a chaotic mix of every color he owned vomited across the floor and thrown up the walls like a massacre of circus clowns. His brushes were snapped and splintered, whiskey bottles smashed to amber fragments, the ones with liquor still in them lit as fuel for a bonfire of his books. The door to his bedroom was ajar, giving a glimpse of more destruction there, his bed had been shredded with particular savagery. There was something almost childish about the ruin, something that spoke of a tantrum, a petty, recklessly swinging fist in response to a toy being taken away. 

That realization brought Husk’s list of names down to one, the one he’d been dreading most. 

Two things told him he was correct, as much as he didn’t want to be. The first he saw immediately, eyes dragged towards it past the ragged carcass of his humble life. Their tally on the wall had never gotten the chance to reach its goal, turpentine had been thrown over it, making its colors run and bleed, stripping it away. Like it had never existed at all. 

The second took him a little longer to notice, it was one scrap of destruction amongst so many. Husk supposed that was the point, he was only meant to find it when he felt like he couldn’t take any more, just to show that he could. 

They were lying where Angel would stand when he posed for him, a sad little pile of paper scraps, torn between cruel, vindictive fingers, a parody of confetti. Part of Husk didn’t want to pick them up, he knew what they were, why did he have to see it? 

But he did. He owed Angel that much. 

The scrap between his shaking fingers showed his lover’s pencil drawn smile, the rest of the face torn away to leave just this fragment of a happier time, one that was now a grimace of agony as he held it upside down to read the words scrawled across it. 

Husk knew this drawing, it was one of so many he’d done for Angel, little mementos of their time together smuggled back into the misery that was the rest of his life. When whole, it had shown him reclining back on Husk’s old sofa, loosely wrapped in a robe, flushed and grinning from the first time they’d ever made love. He’d done his best to capture the joy shining through in Angel’s eyes, in case that would be the only time they ever got to spend together, so he’d be able to take the memory with him. It was that act of love that had doomed them. 

Husk swallowed hard, only now reading those words cruelly carved across Angel’s mouth, like they were trying to shout over him. They weren’t a surprise but they were a blow to the stomach, enough to almost bring Husk to his knees.

You’ll paint me one last one, old man. My club, tonight, 11. 

Valentino.

[olliesmultimuse]

Like/reply here for a starter with one of my Hazbin Hotel muses. Please specify a muse of mine you’d like to interact. If you’re a multimuse of some sorts, please specify a muse of yours to interact with a muse of mine.

- Husker (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

- Charlotte Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

- Zestial (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

- Rosie (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

- Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

- Alastor (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) - testing muse

- Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) - testing muse

[daddy-lucifer-morningstar]

Basic Rules; This is a show based in Hell. Expect what is customary for the show to appear on the blog. From foul language to sexual content, to everything and anything. Violence, blasphemy, dub con, non con, killings and such. It'll be tagged with ____ tw, but honestly, not all of the time. Sometimes I hit reblog or add to queue without adding tags and don't second think it. My tolerance for things is very high, and given the fandom and what the show itself gives us...expect to find these topics.

Muse is eons old, mun is 31, Minors DNI.

Crossover and OC friendly (but I implore you to remember this is a king of Hell muse. I will do my best to keep in character, and to anyone outside of his children he may not be as silly as he comes off of on the show)

Lengthier and more detailed Rules Page

Basics about Lucifer:

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Character: Lucifer Morningstar Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Fallen Archangel Rank: King of Hell Family; (Ex)Wife: Lilith Daughter: Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar Son: Jackal "Jack" Morningstar

[Better bio will come and be linked here once tumblr allows me to do so]

Memes

Open Starters

[theprincipality]

About Me.

Hey guys.

I’d like to tell y’all a little about me.

I’m a fan of the MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) and a fan of both the WandaNat and BlackHill ships.

I’m also a fan of Supernatural, Monster High, What We Do In The Shadows, Lucifer, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Bitten and Teen Wolf.

I’m obsessed with listening to the Teen Wolf main opening title song. It’s just so catchy and also in my gym playlist.

My favorite Teen Wolf characters are:

Lydia Martin.

Scott McCall.

Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski.

Malia Tate/Hale.

Melissa McCall.

Eli Hale.

My favorite X-Men characters are:

Anna-Marie Darkholme/Marie D’Ancanto A.K.A Rogue.

Remy LeBeau A.K.A Gambit.

Raven Darkholme A.K.A Mystique.

Kurt Wagner/Darkholme A.K.A Nightcrawler.

Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde A.K.A Shadowcat.

Piotr Rasputin A.K.A Colossus.

Ellie Phimister A.K.A Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

Warren Worthington A.K.A Angel.

Bobby Drake A.K.A Iceman.

James ‘Logan’ Howlett A.K.A Wolverine.

Laura Kinney A.K.A X-23.

Scott Summers A.K.A Cyclops.

Jean Grey A.K.A Phoenix.

Ororo Munroe A.K.A Storm.

Charles Xavier

My favorite MCU characters are:

Natasha Romanoff A.K.A Black Widow.

Wanda Maximoff A.K.A Scarlet Witch.

Maria Hill.

Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark A.K.A Iron Man.

Thor.

Steve Rogers A.K.A Captain America.

Wade ‘fucking’ Wilson’ A.K.A Deadpool.

Vanessa Carlysle.

My favorite Supernatural characters are:

Dean Winchester.

Sam Winchester.

Castiel.

Bobby Singer.

Jack Kline.

Kelly Kline.

The Impala/Baby/The Metallicar.

Rowena MacLeod.

Crowley/Fergus MacLeod.

Archangel Gabriel.

Archangel Michael.

My favorite Lucifer characters are:

Detective Chloe Decker.

Beatrice ‘Trixie’ Espinoza.

Charlotte Richards.

Detective Daniel ‘Dan’ Espinoza.

Archangel Lucifer Morningstar.

Amenadiel.

Eve.



Mazikeen Smith A.K.A Maze.

My favorite Vampire Diaries characters are:

Hope Mikaelson.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

My favorite Monster High characters are:

Clawdeen Wolf.

Draculaura.

My favorite What We Do In The Shadows characters are:

Nandor The Relentless.

Colin Robinson.

Nadia Of Antipaxos.

Laszlow Cravensworth.

Guillermo.

I grew up on 2000s rock since I was born in that era.

I grew up on Prince, Scissor Sisters, Aerosmith, INXS, Whitesnake, Dire Straits, Warrant, Bon Jovi, Bachman Turner Overdrive, Steppenwolf, Belinda Carlisle and Michael Jackson,

I also grew up on Van Halen, Asia, Kansas, Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Soundgarden, AC/DC, Black Stone Cherry, Buckcherry, Metallica, Maneskin, Motörhead, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Joan Osborne, KISS, The Runaways, Blue Oyster Cult, Def Leppard, Alice In Chains and Lynyrd Skynyrd,

And here’s some other notable mentions I grew up on. Ram Jam, Sheryl Crow, Rascal Flatts, Divinyls, Redbone, Judas Priest, Skillet, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Rammstein, Kate Bush, ZZ Too, Kid Rock, Lady Antebellum, Linkin Park, 3 Doors Down, Evanescence.

Simple Plan, Simple Minds, Nickleback, Stan Bush, Foo Fighters, Chesney Hawkes, Carrie Underwood, Jason Aldean, Alice Cooper, Cher, Guns N Roses, Spineshank, R.E.M, P!nk, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Black Crowes, Temple Of The Dog, Nirvana, Tears For Fears, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Survivor, Twisted Sister, Styx, Texas and The Killers.

As you can see, I’m a huge rock fan. But I also grew up on Kesha, Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Ken Ashcorp, Britney Spears, Louden Swain, Shakira, Crash Adams, Artic Monkeys, Ally Venable, Big & Rich, The Interrupters, Annapantsu, Meghan Trainor, Celtic Woman, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy and Taylor Swift.

This is stuff about me I’d like you guys to know. I’ll be back to post more soon.

[fat-slobby-hunks]

Muse List:

Hazbin/Helluva boss

Stolas:

Andrealphus:

Lucifer Morningstar:

Alastor:

Angel Dust:

OnePiece:

Moxxie:

Naruto:

Kurama:

Eustass Kid

Killer

Trafalgar d. Water Law

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji

Kozuki Oden

Donquixote Doflamingo

Charlotte Katakuri

Charlotte Cracker

Sir Crocodile

Red hair Shanks

My Hero academia:

Sekijiro Kan

Keigo Takami

enji todoroki

Bleach:

Szayelaporro Granz:

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

shunsui kyōraku:

Jūshirō Ukitake:

Nnoitra Gilga:

Tesla Lindocruz:

Gin ichimaru:

Coyote Starrk:

Ulquiorra Cifer:

Ggio Vega

Findorr Calius

Dragon Ball

Android 17:

Zamasu:

Trunks (xeno):

Frieza:

Majora

Beerus

Liquiir

Frieza

Cooler

Cell

Persona:

Akira Kurusu:

Ryuji Sakamoto:

Yusuke Kitagawa:

Goro Akechi:

Demon Slayer:

Rengoku

Tengen

Giyu

Sanemi

Muzan

Pokemon:

Leon:

Piers:

Raihan:

Larry:

Gordie:

Milo:

Grusha:

Melli:

Adaman:

Kabu:

Lysandre:

Nanu:

Giovanni:

Starfox:

Fox McCloud

Falco Lombardi

Wolf O'Donnell

Legend of Zelda:

Link

Sidon

Dark Link

Revali

Teba

Kass

DARK SOULS:

Solaire

Elden Ring:

Blaidd

Maliketh

Mesmmer

Undertale/Deltarune:

Asgore

Mettaton

Swatch

Kingdom Hearts:

Axel

Saix

Xemnas

Luxord

Marluxia

Jojo's Bizarre adventure:

Bruno:

Abbachio:

Diavolo

Doppio

Risotto

Squalo

Tiziano

Prosciutto

Risotto

Anasui

Dio Brando

Jonathan Joestar

HUNTER X HUNTER

Illumi Zoldyck

Monster hunter

Elder Fugen

Ace Commander/Julius (4u)

The Huntsman (world)

Bloodborne

Alfred

Father Gascoigne

Djura

Brador

Valtr

Laurence

Ludwig

Micolash

Disney:

Nick wilde

Honest John (Pinocchio)

Robin hood

[fortitudina]

               * MUSE LIST.     ------      Angel Aalbiel  /  Abigail Walker  /  Aeshma Daeva  /  Archangel Akrasiel  /  Alec Lightwood  /  Anastasia Grey  /  Anastasiya Schmidt  /  Anastasiya Zakharov  /  Anatola  /  Angel Aoife  /  Angel Arik  / Divine Goddess Asherah  /  Asmodeus Morningstar  /  Angel Aziel  /  Angel Bina  /  Briar Morningstar  /  Caassimolar  /  Castaelar Aleanundlin  /  Charlotte Holmes  / Chloe Decker  /  Cillian Brockhurst  /  Clary Fray  /  Dr Conrad Hawkins  /  Cooper Hemming  /  Daisy Johnson  /  Dantanian Daeva  /  Dorothea Morningstar  /  Dr Eliza Campbell  /  Ella Lopez  /  Elua D’Angeline  /  Esther Morningstar  /  Angel Evangeline Stewart  /  Faolan Lowell  /  Archangel Gabriel  /  Genevieve Hart  /  Dr Guinevere Voigt  /  Angel Hali  /  Prince Hamon of Zion  /  Harv Wilson  /  Hermione Granger  /  Iris Russell  /  Isabelle Lightwood  /  James Bond  /  Dr Johanna Carter  /  Archangel Jophiel  /  Julian Barnett  /  Kate Bishop  /  Kol Mikaelson  /  Leon Andrews  /  Lien Xao  /  Life  /  Dr Lily Morningstar  /  Lily Evans-Potter  /  Dr Linda Martin  /  Prince Liron Strix  /  Louie Morningstar  /  Love Pena  /  Luna Lovegood  /  Lyall Mortis  /  Angel Malachi  /  Lady Mary Crawley  /  Mother Mary ~ Jesus’s momma  /  Mary Queen of Scotts  /  Massimo Torricelli  /  Matilda Demiurgos  /  Matt Casey  /  Matthew de Clermont  /  Mazikeen Smith  /  Archangel Michael Demiurgos  /  Mycroft Holmes  /  Nancy Perez  /  Nancy Wheeler  /  Demon Ornias  /  King Paimon  /  Q  /  Quinlan  /  Archangel Ramiel  /  Rebecca Barnes  /  Rhonwen Harrow  /  Romy Willow  /  Rosier D’Angelus  /  Ruby Moran  /  Rudi Miller  /  Sherlock Holmes  /  Demon Sitri  /  Storm Demiurgos  /  Angel Temeluchus  /  Tito Giordano  /  Tommy Shelby  /  Uinseann McConnell  /  Waverly Earp  /  Wynonna Earp  /  Yahweh ( God )  /  Yelena Belova  / Zarya Demiurgos.

[hcllsprincess]

 welcome to london, CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR! we hear that you are 26 (physically) and working as a/an HOTELIER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from HAZBIN HOTEL and have a tendency to be EMPATHETIC as well as NAIVE. 

basics:

full name:  Charlotte Morningstar

nicknames:  Charlie, Char, Princess

pronouns:  she/her

sexuality:  bisexual

age:  200+ / twenty-six

residence:  originally from HELL answer  (where does your muse live? an apartment, a condo, a house, etc. do they live with anyone else?)

occupation:  answer

species:  hell born.. half demon / half angel

you may have heard of a resort that is trying to open up called the REDEMPTION RESORT - a place notably known for taking in the worst people - or species - or whatever. vampire ? not a problem. renowned thief ? everything is replaceable ! murderer ? we'll keep the sharp knives out of your reach because this is a home for all.

that place is owned by the one and only CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR.

while she is not 100% sure how she ended up here, it didn't take long for her to jump into action, certain that her role was to change as many lives as she possibly can and put them on the path of redemption.

a sweet, caring, kind, full of energy, emotional being who cries a lot but loves even more! the definition of "i can fix him"

MORE WILL BE WRITTEN AS I FLESH OUT HER CHARACTER HERE. X

I am very very very happy to be here!! please message me for plots or just to talk!

[infernal-feminae]

send 🗒️ for a diary entry my muse would make/has made.

@the-delightful-temptation said: 🗒️Oh and Emily

Dear Diary, Sera told me the Princess of Hell would be coming to Heaven tomorrow. I believe her name is Charlotte Morningstar? Words cannot describe how ecstatic I am to be showing someone around Heaven! I hope she's nice. She looked nice from the image I've seen of her. I know she's from Hell and all but I don't know. She has kind eyes. I'm a good judge of these things you know!

[fireworksoverhell]

🌈🎶Muse Info🎶🎆

Profile

♪ Charlie Morningstar

♪ Demon Princess of Hell

♪ 23 Biologically (230 Actual)

♪ 6'6"

♪ Bisexual

♪ A Disney Princess through and through

Random Facts

♪ Singing is her Passion and will break into Song when the mood strikes her. She also ends up humming a lot of the time

♪ Charlie tries to see the best in people at all times, even those who have hurt her before. She truly believes that there's good in everyone. Yes, she can be labeled as Naive, but she won't give up on her beliefs. Sometimes they end up getting her into trouble, but she won't compromise on her morals. Even if she may have distaste for people and wouldn't want to deal with them Personally, she still thinks there can be Good in them

♪ She hates being called Charlotte and gets annoyed when people disregard that

♪ Charlie feels her emotions strongly, when she gets sad, she gets sad; when she gets excited she gets Excited, etc.

♪ To those who she considers friends, Charlie is incredibly Loyal and Devoted and will do anything she can to help them out, even if it involves endangering herself

♪ She was very sheltered growing up and still hasn't fully grasped how Bad Hell is. She has an innocence about her that's hard to shake because she hasn't actually seen the Horrors. The people in her life want to keep it that way

♪ She considers all the Sins as her Aunts and Uncles and though she predominantly stays in Pride, she will, on occasion, visit the other rings to see them.

♪ Charlie loves making plans and lessons! She has a Vision and does what she can to make that come to fruition while guiding others. She's also always eager to find new ways to teach

[acourtcfmuses]

💕

SEND 💕 AND I WILL TELL YOU SOME MUSES OF OURS I THINK COULD WORK AS A SHIP.

Putting this under a read more because we have so many muses between us! Your muse is in bold and I've provided a key beneath the cut too! I wasn't sure of your muses sexualities, so if any don't match just ignore! <3

@dynastymuses

(OC) - Original Character (CO) - Crossover

Bridgerton Verse

Anthony Bridgerton / Kate Sharma

Benedict Bridgerton / Theodore Fitzroy (OC)

Colin Bridgerton / Harriet Jones (CO - she does have a Bridgerton verse too lol), 

Daphne Bridgerton / Simon Basset, Theodore Fitzroy (OC)

Francesca Bridgerton / Kris Bjorgman (OC/CO), Ben Ricard (CO), 

Gregory Bridgerton / Rosaline Capulet (CO)

Penelope Featherington / Theodore Fitzroy (OC)

Philip Crane / Eloise Bridgerton

Sophie Beckett / Theodore Fitzroy (OC), Anthony Bridgerton, Simon Basset

Kate Sharma / Anthony Bridgerton

Prince Freidrich Hohenzollern / Eloise Charming (OC/CO)

King George Freidrick / Queen Charlotte

Queen Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz / King George

shadow&bone/grishaverse

Alina Starkov / Malyen Oretsev, Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker, Aleksander Morozova, Nina Zenik, Nikolai Lanstov

Kaz Brekker / Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa / Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tamar Kir Bataar, Nina Zenik, Nikolai Lanstov

Nina Zenik / Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tamar Kir Bataar, Inej Ghafa

Wylan Van Eck / Jesper Fahey

Genya Safin / Aleksander Morozova, Nina Zenik, Nikolai Lanstov

Nikolai Lanstov / Killian Jones (CO)

Tolya Yul Bataar / Jaskier (CO)

Matthais Helvar / Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey

lord of the rings/rings of power

Galadriel / Halbrand, Aleksander Morozova (CO), Geralt Of Rivia (CO), Yennefer of Vengerberg (CO)

Marvel

Yelena Belova / Grant Ward

Marcos Diaz / Darcy Lewis

Esme Frost / Pietro Maximoff

John Proudstar / Wanda Maximoff

Scott Summers / Jemma Simmons

Jennifer Walters / Matt Murdock

Sersi / Druig

DCEU

Barry Allen / Mia Smoak

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald / Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert / Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Scott McCall (CO), Lorcan Sinclair (OC/CO), Carrie Hudson (CO), Silver Lycan (OC/CO)

Tyler Lockwood / Rebekah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Scott McCall (CO), Malia Tate (CO) Lydia Martin (CO)

Elijah Mikealson / Dyson Thornwood (CO), Galadriel (CO)

Hope Mikealson / Melinda Halliwell (CO), Ash Redfern (CO), James Rasmussen (CO), Violet Sorrengail (CO)

Lizzie Saltzman / Lycus Lycan (OC/CO), Nate Dunbar (OC/CO), Nick Scratch (CO), Bloom Peters (CO)

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane / Dyson Thornwood, Lucifer Morningstar (CO), Yennefer of Vengerberg (CO)

Clary Fray / Simon Lewis

Simon Lewis / Cirilla of Cintra (CO), 

Alec Lightwood / Leviathon Delacour (OC/CO), Simon Lewis, Knox Carter (OC/CO), Fynn Calvert-Monroe (CO)

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey / Sloane Mairi (CO), Roxanne Driscoll (OC/CO)

Bloom Peters / Sky, Riven, Xaden Riorson (CO)

Flora / Riven, Orion (OC/CO), Rhiannon Matthias (CO)

Musa / Riven, Liam Mairi (CO), Jude Duarte (CO)

Riven / Sky, Fleur F (OC/CO), Calista (OC/CO)

Sky / Bloom Peters, Riven

Stella / Bloom Peters, Riven, Sky, Zion Reinhart (OC/CO)

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams / Tyler Galpin, Xavier Thorpe, Lorcan Sinclair, Melinda Halliwell (CO)

Enid Sinclair / Tyler Galpin, Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Melinda Halliwell (CO)

Other Scifi/Fantasy

Wendy Darling / Peter Pan (CO), Roc (CO)

Elinor Fairmont / Ambrose Spellman (CO), Wyatt Hawthorne (OC/CO), Emmett Cullen (CO), Aurora Lycan (OC/CO)

Juliette Fairmont / Melinda Halliwell (CO), Sam Fraser (CO), Lydia Martin (CO)

Kat Harvey / Luke Patterson (CO), Kelly Schade-Buckhardt (CO)

Harvey Kinkle / Nick Scratch, Melinda Halliwell (CO), Caliban, Agatha Night

Scott McCall /  Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Charlie Lahey (OC), Nate Dunbar (OC), Chase Argent (OC), Lorcan Sinclair (OC/CO), Clary Fray (CO), Melinda Halliwell (CO)

[olliesmultimuse]

Cartoon Muses' Tags Part 4 (New)

˖ ✧ in character » ( husker )

˖ ✧ in character » ( charlotte morningstar )

˖ ✧ in character » ( zestial )

˖ ✧ in character » ( rosie )

˖ ✧ in character » ( lucifer morningstar )

˖ ✧ in character » ( angel dust )

˖ ✧ in character » ( jax )

˖ ✧ in character » ( pomni )

˖ ✧ in character » ( frank frankly )

˖ ✧ in character » ( barnaby b. beagle )

[bleakfated]

Supernatural

Balthazar Inias Miles Asher Alicia Banes Tyson Brady Mick Davies Garth Fitzgerald Asa Fox Donna Hanscum Sunny Harrington Ellen Harvelle David Lassiter Alex Mills Jody Mills Cassie Robinson Bobby Singer Bela Talbot Patience Turner Rufus Turner John Winchester Sam Winchester

Lucifer

Amenadiel Mazikeen Chloe Decker Charlie Martin Linda Martin Lucifer Morningstar

Twilight

Mele of the Volturi Billy Black Embry Call Seth Clearwater Rosalie Hale Cora Littlesea

Supernatural OCs

Cameron Ambrose Theodore Bristol Madeline Cardelle Roxanne Carmichael Sidney Carmichael Teegan Carmichael Alyssa Moore Clarissa Moore Kyle Moore Charlotte Perrin Natalia Sinclair Raisa Turner Paxton Whitmore Luca Winchester Terra Winchester

MUSE ROULETTE && MEME CALL

[inkdreamt]

Muse Birthdays

For my record, and for yours (if you’re interested), here’s a list of my muses’ birthdays:

January

1 - Lilly Holloway

4 - Ruby Hale

22 - Lucy Stillman

30 - Lily Evans

February

5 - Shuri

14 - Vera Hamilton

26 - Amaris Mills

March

3 - Snow White

22 - Diana Prince

April

7 - Rose Tyler

9 - Peggy Carter

28 - Teresa Lisbon

29 - Martha Kaply

May

1 - Lorelei Cosima

5 - Mia Thermopolis

15 - Kara Danvers

25 - Charlotte Jane

June

1 - Gwen Stacy

10 - Noelle Kringle

20 - Lucifer Morningstar

22 - Elena Gilbert

July

2 - Daisy Johnson

12 - Cleo Sertori

17 - Ondina

August

10 - Alex Russo

11 - Ginny Weasley

19 - Veronica Mars

21 - Clary Fairchild

25 - Anathi Ciya

September

3 - Angela Whitaker

9 - Clara Grindelwald

19 - Zenon Kar

20 - Kassandra of Sparta

27 - Sabrina Spellman

28 - Neri

October

5 - Liv Rooney

6 - Maddie Rooney

13 - Wednesday Addams

31 - Freya Holmes

November

1 - Hippolyta

15 - Carmen Cortez

30 - Asha

December

17 - Sylvie

25 - Viktoriya Engalycheva (Victoria McTaggert)

31 - Mal Fae