#♫ : vaggie

[helldustedstories]

She feels like she should do something about this situation, but she's kiiiiiinda got her hands full with sorting out a whole other...thing.

[scuttlingsinner]

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[alastor-simp]

Alastor X Reader - Dressing Up As Him

"Hum hum hum~♫" Alastor was walking around the hotel lobby, humming a tune to himself as his eyes scanned all of the inhabitants at the hotel. Charlie and Vaggie were putting up more banners and decor in the lobby, Nifty was sweeping, and Husk and Angel Dust were at the bar. Alastor kept looking around to spot you, but he had no luck. Heading over to the bar, he leaned over the counter, smiling his signature grin. "Ah, Husker my good friend! Having a good day?" Alastor said, as he gazed at the grumpy cat, wiping a glass with a towel. "F*** off." said Husk, as he glared at Alastor, not wanting to deal with him. "Hey smiles~ Looking sexy as always." said Angel Dust, as he leaned back slightly on the bar stool, winking at Alastor. "Please refrain from flirting with me Angel.” Alastor said, extending his mic towards Angel, trying to move him away. "Ah your no fun." said Angel as he pushed Alastor's mic away from, and crossed his arms, placing them on the bar stand. "Anywho! Have any of you seen y/n? I didn't happen to see them in the lobby." Husk just shrugged his shoulders, as he didn't really know where you were, but he also answered quickly as he just wanted Alastor to leave. Angel dust was nice enough to answer as he told Alastor that he had heard you, rummaging around your room along with music playing in the background. He was gonna bother you, wondering what was happening, but he decided not to, and left you alone. "Thank you Angel! I will go find them now!” said Alastor as he walked away from the bar, missing the wave from Angel and the middle-finger from Husk.

Heading towards your room, Alastor was hoping that you were alright. Before, Alastor didn't really care much about you when he first met you as he though of you as another simpleton staying at the hotel, but after talking and hanging out with you a few times, he slowly started to care about you as he found you to be a rather sweet soul that wasn't common to see in Hell, with the exception of Charlie. Of course, he would hide that from the others as he had a reputation to uphold as being "the radio demon", so the less the people knew he had a kind heart, the better. Arriving at your door, Alastor knocked a significant beat, calling out your name, hoping for an answer. He could hear what sounded like electric swing playing in your room, but no response from you. He wanted to barge in, but he thought that would be rude so he continued to knock until you answered.

Standing in front of the mirror, you were eyeing yourself to make sure everything was set in place, and your outfit was fitted perfectly to yourself. You were wearing a striped red coat on top of a red dress shirt with a black bow tie that matched with the dress pants and black shoes, along with the outfit, you had on a red wig with a deer ear headband on top of it. Yes, you were wearing Alastors exact outfit. You really loved Alastors look, and you actually wanted to cosplay as him, but you would never tell Alastor that, as you didn't want to weird him out if he had caught you wearing his outfit, thinking you were some type of creep. You did remember that Alastor was very close to the overlord, Rosie, who owned the big emporium, so you had confided with her if she could help with your cosplay idea. Rosie was very surprised, but found your efforts cute and she actually was able to connect you with the tailor that designed a lot of Alastors clothing. It took a while, but you were able to get the whole outfit from the tailor, and you couldn't be more excited and happy to try it out. You had everything fitted to a T, but the only thing missing was the microphone, but you could think of an idea for that later. Staring at your reflection, you stretched your mouth into a wide smile, trying to match Alastor. The smile looked great, but holding that smile all day was going to be very difficult as your cheeks started to ache. Sighing, you turned away from the mirror and headed towards the radio to turn the music down. As the music died down, the thumping beat from the door, alerted your prescence: "Yes, who is it?", you called out. "Hello, Its me, darling. Are you well? I noticed you were not with the others in the lobby, so I decided to pay you a visit!” Oh No! Alastor was here, in front of your room. You couldn't bear for him to see you, wearing his outfit. "Um, I'm okay. Just tiding a bit, don't worry." You lied, as you were hoping Al would head back to the lobby. "Ah, I see! Well you wouldn't mind if I come inside, do you? I would very much like to have a nice chat.", Alastor said, as he continued to stand at the door on the other side. Oh Satan, he was not planning on leaving. Panicking, you run towards the door, unlocking it, to signify to Al it was open, before running towards your bathroom, closing the door.

Entering inside Y/N room, Al looked around your room, but didn't spot you anywhere. "Darling? Where are you?," Alastor called out, as he made his way further into your room, standing with his hands behind his back. "I'm in the bathroom, Al. Just washing up a bit. You can sit on the bed and we can chat from here." He had heard you call out. Arching his eyebrow, Alastor found it a bit strange, but he didn't question anything further, and made his way over to the bed, and sat down. As he gazed around the room, Alastor happened to spot something on the floor. As he gazed closer, he recognized it was a bow tie that was similar to his. Reaching out and picking it up, he eyed it and questioned to himself why this was in your room. "Darling?" "Yes, Al?," you said behind the door. "I found a bow tie that is similar to mine in your room. Do you know why this is here?"

Panicking, you looked down and saw that the bow tie was no longer on your shirt. "Sh**!", you whispered to yourself, as you tried to come up with another lie to tell Alastor. "M-maybe you left it here by accident." you said, mad at yourself that you stuttered. "I would happen to remember losing something like this the last time I visited you." Alastor said, as he kept eyeing the bow tie, turning it around to eye it. You stood on the other side of the door, realizing that he didn't buy it. "T-hen umm-", you froze, stuck on what to say next. Alastor noticed your change in tone, getting up from the couch and making his way towards the bathroom door. "Darling~, is there something you are not telling me perhaps?", Alastor said, smirking to himself, as he stood in front of the bathroom door. "N-no.", you said, as you heard voice more clearly now. "Then why do I sense such nervousness in your voice?", he said, as he continued to stand in front of the door, inching closer to hear you. "I-I." Stuttering, you couldn't think of another thing to say as Alastor figured out you were acting odd. "Darling~, What are you hiding? Come on out.," Al sang behind the door, as his smile got wider, enjoying the situation you were in. "OKAY! ok. I'll come out, but could you back away from the door a bit and also close your eyes please?", you said, letting Al know you were ready to come out. Al raised an eyebrow that you wanted him to close his eyes, but he said nothing, as he walk backwards, and shut his eyes.

Opening the door, you saw Alastor standing in the middle of your room, hands folded behind his back, eyes shut, and his signature grin on his face. Standing a few feet from him, you told him to open his eyes, while you cast your eyes down to the ground. Alastor opened his eyes, and he was put back for a second as he saw you dressed to the nines in what look to be his clothes. Everything you were wearing was matching him, and the only thing that was missing was his mic staff and the bow tie, that he was holding in his hand. Looking up, you noticed Al's face was stunned, but he was still smiling. "Before you say anything, just know that I'm wearing this for cosplay reasons. I'm not a freak and these were custom-made for me, they are not from your room, I swear." you blabbed all of this out, twiddling with your fingers, and looking back down towards the floor. Silence filled the room, after you were done talking. You were afraid to look back at Al, as you were expecting to see radio dials in his eyes.

"HAHAHAHAHA! My my, how dapper you look, darling!” Alastor laughed out, along with his mic that started playing a laugh track. Looking back at him, you weren't expecting a reaction like this from him. "Y-your not upset?" you questioned Al, as you continued to twiddle your fingers. "Upset? Why no, darling! Is that why you were hiding from me? Cause you figured I would be upset?" said Alastor, as he tilted his head at you. "Well, I didn't want to disturb you if you saw me wearing your outfit." "Well, I must admit I was surprised, but I am not upset. But I do have to ask, why are you dressed up like me?", he said, as he approached you, red glowing eyes staring at you, and his award winning smile on his face. Sighing, you explained to Alastor that you really enjoyed his look and outfit, so you wanted to cosplay as him. Alastor smiled softly at you, and hooked his finger under your chin, raising your head to look at him. "You are quite adorable aren't you, my dear." he said, as he then let your chin go, and began tying the bow tie back onto you, finishing it quickly and taking a step back. "There we go, dear! All set! Now we just need a smile! Come on dear, smile!" Alastor said, as he leaned closer towards your face, smiling wide. Blushing, you looked away for a second before giving Al a smile as big as his. "Perfect! I must say you make a good me!” Alastor said, as he placed his hand on your head, giving it a rub. "Thanks Al." you said, as you blushed and looked down again. "Now, since you want to be like me, we could engage in some carnage in the city! Imagine, the radio demon and his doppelgänger causing mayhem to the denizens of the Pride ring! Quite a premise!" said Alastor, extending his hand out like he was giving a performance in a play. "Um, sorry, but no thanks. I know we are in hell and all, but I'm still not use to all the violence and carnage yet." You said, as you looked at Alastor shyly. "Aw, don't be such a wet blanket , my dear." Alastor said, as he looked at you again, still smiling, but his ears were dropped down, signifying that he was a little sad. "Sorry , Alastor. Maybe we could do something else instead, like head to a cafe or go to one of Mimzy's shows?", you said. "Hmmm. Fair enough." Alastor said, as his ears perked up after he heard you say that. Hooking your arm in his, he pulled you next to him, as he raised his fingers up, ready to use his powers to teleport: "Lets go, my dear! I feel like this is going to be very entertaining!”

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

Charlie:

♫ Sunny days and rainbows,

Gеtting hugs and petting kitty cats.

When you feel down and in the mud

Instеad of frowning, ♫

DO A SILLY DANCE!

Take it away, Angel!

Angel Dust:

...

...

Alastor: BOOOO!!! *grabs a hold of Angel and shakes him violently* Come on! Cut loose those angelic pipes, Angel!

Vaggie:

♫ Angel's part was terrible.

That act was so unbearable.

I'm super-duper hoping that

His body's not repairable. ♫

[hypequeenves]

Before the Hotel

This is Chapter One of: Before the Hotel. It is a written work detailing a little bit of what life was like for Vesper before the events of the Blog. Word Count: 2684

Chapter One: Old Grudges Everyone loves a good game, the push and pull of power - the delicate dance of ownership. It begins with a glance, a look across a crowded club – a singular moment of recognition sparking the flame for a blaze of new circumstances.

The prize?

In hell, a bed of sinners all scrambling, scampering over one another to reach the top – there really is only one prize worth winning.

Something far more precious than mere material possessions. The acquisition of one’s very being: their soul.

Angel knew this dance all too well. He knew the give and take, being trapped slowly, limb by limb, not realising the danger until he had already lost. 

This is how he found himself where he was right now. Outside the very tower that holds him prisoner on a daily basis – the Princess of Hell standing right next to him. A quick look at Charlie’s face showed him a reflection of his own apprehensive emotions.

With a deep breath, Angel swallowed the lump in his throat – uncharacteristically quiet.

“Are you sure we should be here?” Charlie’s voice was clipped, her usual peppy cadence flattened by the weight of all that’s been left unsaid.

“You want the hotel to succeed?” Angel’s reply was stilted but cut an edge of resistance. 

“You know I do” Charlie’s hand finds his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Then we need her”. 

A look of resolution paints Angel’s face as he steps forward, the automatic doors of the Vee’s tower opening obediently as he strides forward.

The screams, shouts and sirens of Hell deaden as the doors slid closed behind them. The familiar thudding of bass, enveloping the two – Angel recognises it as her music. The kind of pop-rock that worms its way into your head, and before you know it you find yourself humming the lyrics while you wash the dishes. 

With a small squeeze from Charlie’s hand, Angel recovers enough to put one foot in front of the other. The pounding music gets louder, the deep base vibrating the walls.

“So…” Charlie pipes up, filling the silence with nervous talking. “How did you meet her?”

Angel shrugs nonchalantly, hoping to summon the look of indifference. “She works for Vox, who works with my Bos-“ he cuts himself short “-with Valentino”. 

Angel takes a few more strides before he finds himself also needing to fill the quiet. “She- doesn’t like me much”.

Charlie tilts her head, frowning lightly. “Why?”

Angel runs an anxious hand through his hair. ” Cause I, well you know how I am – how I was before this Hotel shit.”

Charlie nods sagely, understanding Angel’s boundaries enough now to not press the subject further. “Gosh, but a pop star – I’ve been listening to her music since she debuted.” She looks up at Angel trying to judge his reaction, his gaze is still fixed down the hall. “Even Vaggie likes her music.” Angel looks down at her, a cheeky smile on his face.

“No fucking way!” He laughs “Now that’s a surprise.”

Charlie nods in agreement.

“Vesper is…” Angel tried to think of a nice way of putting it “a bitch” he sighs giving up. “Just be prepared for a rejection – I-I’m not even sure she would want to talk to me.”

Angel pulls them to a stop, the door standing impassively in front of them bearing her name, the V looping from a heart into the rest. Charlie adjusts her grip on Angel, swinging him gently to look at her.

“Angel, you are the sweetest, the kindest guy I know” The pep slowly comes back to her tone as she continues “Maybe you weren’t great to her back then – but you’ve grown up a lot since then.” She grips two of his hands and smiles widely at him “You’ve got this! We are doing this for Sir Pentious!”

Anthony takes a deep breath and Angel comes back to him, grinning widely. 

♫ ♩ ♫

A heeled boot taps impatiently against the tiled floor of a dressing room. Deep thumping music keeps rhythm with the sharp clicking of her foot.

Inky black boots give way to a dusky pale blue ankle, the splattering of freckles found there trails up to curved hips barely contained by a tight skirt. Above which holds the plane of a flat stomach and a set of Satan-gifted tits. 

Said pair of long legs and tits, sits, leaning back in a chair, the backrest emblazoned with her name. One hand scrolling absentmindedly on her phone, the popstar holds a can of sickly-sweet energy in her other – taking intermittent sips. 

A team of stressed-looking imps dance around her, pulling and pinning her obnoxiously floor-length hair into a high ponytail. 

The picture of a perfect pop star.

Vesper was having a good day. A great day even.

Hour 13 of the music videos for her new EP was going smoothly, as was the ad campaign for said EP and she was having a merciful break from the sweaty studio to boot! 

Her thumb double tapped on a photo – Vox, arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she gives the camera the middle finger – wolfish grin plastered on her face. His lips curled into one of his most impressive megawatt smiles, the caption reading: ‘My seventh year working with this absolute powerhouse of a pop star! This one’s for you Ves, here’s to seven more!’

A small fond smile creeps up on her face; he remembered their anniversary.

Speak of the Devil.

A sharp shock of wrists and ankles brought Vesper out of her fond stupor. Vesper’s smile fell, giving way to her normal petulant frown.

“There’s my money maker!” the sound of classic poker slot jingles emended from a spot behind her head.

A middle finger was all Vesper gave the man she called Boss as a greeting. The clicking of wingtip shoes against the tile, a steady hand tilted her chin up from her phone, her eyes found the mirror in front of them. 

“What’s got Hell’s favourite Siren so out of sorts?!” 

Vesper gave the man a harsh glare through the mirror framing them both perfectly.

Vesper hated when he would do this, checking in on her. You’d think seven years was enough time to gain a modicum of trust from old Pixel Brain, but she had underestimated just how much of a control freak he could be.

It was seven years ago that Vesper had signed the contract. Eight years since she had brute-forced her way into his office proposition in tow. Eight years since that night.

A metallic hand slid around her shoulder, the cold metal leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. Vox’s hand found what it was looking for – a chunky V-shaped cuff that clung to her neck. Similarly shaped cuffs adorn her wrists and ankles. Some might say jewellery, but they both knew what it was: a physical manifestation of her contract. A visible message to everyone - herself including – just who owned ‘Hell’s Favourite Siren’.

Vesper wasn’t dumb, nor was she naïve. This was a purposeful transaction. Vesper was a businesswoman at heart, and since her fall into Hell; Vesper had put that heart into action.

Vesper dropped her phone, the sparkling blue tech vanishing into the ether. Handing her drink to the awaiting hands of her hell-born assistants Clay and Cole the popstar finally spoke. 

“You messed up my hair with your static bullshit” she growled swatting at his claw and playing with her necklace.

A chuckle came easily to Vox, his companion had always been quick to temper. It seemed he was drawn in by those with a short fuse. 

“Apologies, you know I always want you perfect.”

“Let Clay and Cole do their job then! Go back to whatever crawlspace you apparated from and Let. Me. Work.” The popstars ever tapping feet, accelerated – the music keeping up with the tempo change. Electric guitar picks up in the melody – adding a sting of what could only be described as frustration to the catchy beat. 

Vox’s steady fingers started working, combing through her tresses, pinning, teasing, and spraying her hair into the perfect high pony. She could feel the drag of cold metal against her scalp, it felt like a ripple of electricity zipping up her spine. 

As he finished, he leant down – pressing the plastic of his screen against her cheek. “See. ꝑēɍӻēȼⱦ.” 

Vesper rolled her eyes at him a small smile betraying her fondness of her boss, before pushing him away again before standing.

Vox watched the star stretch out - arms above head, assessing her face, the cut of the clothing, the shape of her hips. A hum of satisfaction passed his lips, He had chosen well when he decided to take a chance on this nobody sinner.

“How long do I have?” Vesper grabbed her drink back from Clay. Even when talking her voice was trained, and measured, phone appearing from nowhere in her hand she turned away from him.

“Ten minutes, forty-five seconds-“ Vox is cut short as two figures breech the door of Vesper’s dressing room. Vox’s signature smile falls at the sight of his least favourite porn star. Before his eyes widened at another truly unexpected sight; Charlie Morningstar.

He snuck a glance over at Vesper, trying to gauge her reaction to the unlikely pair walking through the door. Her face was painted with a look of indifference, but the grip on her drink was so tight that her knuckles were white. 

She was angry.

His smile returned quickly “Miss Morningstar!” the lanky man quickly cleared the distance between them slinging a casual arm around the princess. “What a surprise! What brings you to my beautiful studio?!” He leans in more lowering his voice “I heard your last trip here was rather… warm?”

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Vesper cocks one hip to the side “Better be careful of any electronics in the area Boss, no one likes a re-run”. 

This elicits a chuckle from the CEO, and with a confident stride forward, Vox takes his place standing right next to Vesper again.

“You are so right Ves, so, Charlie - how can WE help you TODAY?!” He pulls Vesper in by the waist and raises an eyebrow at the two expectantly.

“Well…” Charlie begins, pushing down the growing sense of anger in her stomach. “As you know, the Hotel is having… a hard time recruiting new demons.” She pauses, desperately trying to find the right words. “And we were hoping… that Vesper…”

Vox’s grip on Vesper’s waist tightens possessively at the sound of Vesper's name.

“Would come play shows at the Hotel! It would draw in new people and it would be so much fun and you could meet all of Angel’s new friends…” Charlie continues quickly and excitedly like the floodgates of a new idea breaking open. But her speech was nothing but static to Vesper's ears, she was furious. Her eyes pinned Angel to the wall, her grip on her drink coiling, closing until it crumpled under her grip. The sticky liquid flowed down her wrist and fell in droplets from her elbow.

The song blaring against the speakers sharply changes, heavy metal piercing through them.

“God, you are just the WORST.” Vesper's voice was filled with unending malice. Sharp and cruel, an entirely different tone than when she snaps at her boss. 

“Oh, here we go…” Angel huffs rolling his eyes.

“After all this time, no calls, not even a fucking text” the star begins to take slow strides towards Angel. “And now, when I’ve finally made something of myself - here you are” Another stride arms stretched wide, she was closing in on her target.

“I would feel bad for you knowing how absolutely pathetic this is, but that would mean I gave a FUCK about you, and clearly” the pop star gestures to the room around her “I’ve got better things going on”. Vesper finally closes the gap, poking Angel directly in the chest. Charlie shifts quickly, pushing Vesper’s arm away from Angel – standing between the two. Horns growing, hair flowing.

Angel was right, she is a bitch.

Vesper laughs, moving backwards – ignoring Charlie completely, centring her deadly glaze on Angel. Her look was probing, assessing; like from one look, she could know everything about someone, right down to their underwear choice. Like she was taking in all eight years of change 

‘Using more people to hide behind? Wow, we really have ascended Angel, whose dick did you have to suck to get the Princess of Hell to stand up for you? Never mind, we all know the answer is everyone and anyone” Vesper’s arms crossed with a satisfied smile. The music fades, the tension in the room so thick that you could reach out and grip it.

“And… CUT!” Vox strides back up to Vesper, arm slung around her shoulder – the red dot on the upper right corner blinking off. “That’s gonna go viral Dove.” He whispers into the crook of her neck. Vesper’s smile turns wolfish.

“Well! Looks like you got the answer you came here for!” 

“Fuck. You. Ves.” Angel grits out through clenched teeth, his one golden tooth gleaming under the room's neon lights. 

Vesper raises a single delicate eyebrow by way of response.

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave Angel” the Princess begins to shuffle Angel out of the room.

“You’re so fuckin’ sore about something that happened eight years ago! You should really take the time to bend over and remove the stick from your ass. Uptight bitch doesn’t suit you, Nessie” Angel threw out her nickname like a soldier would throw a javelin.

The spear finds its target. Vesper’s grin drops, contempt quickly replacing it. Vox’s grip tightens as she goes to take a step forward, keeping her in place. 

‘I’m surprised you have time to be concerned with my ass – when your heads so far up your own, Toni” She pulls out the weapon made of something that used to be fond and hurls it right back at him. 

Before it finds its mark Vox interrupts them “You should listen to your therapist Angel. She seems like the smart one between the two of you.” He pauses looking Charlie up and down before adding “And that’s saying something”. 

After one last long glare between Angel and Vesper, the dressing room door slams shut, leaving the two separate pairs seething. 

♫ ♩ ♫

“Fucking CUNT – I can’t believe that shit!” Angel spat, one of four hands running soothingly through his locks. “I mean I expected it to be awkward, she had a vicious tongue even back then – but fuck me! That’s not the same Ves I knew”.

Angel was pacing, back and forth in the dingy alley flanking the Vee’s tower. Charlie’s eyes follow back and forth as he does so, seemingly lost for words.

“The Ves I knew, hated Vox. She didn’t take any bullshit from no one”

A flash of a memory: Vesper lying on his couch legs draped lazily over the armrests. It was a quiet moment after one of Val’s episodes. She chucked a note, the folded butterfly landing smoothly on his desk.

“You hold more power than you think Toni. Remember, you’re the prize – not him”

Stuck back into the present - Angel’s pacing paused, turning to his wide-eyed companion.

“How could someone change so much in so little time?”

Charlie hums thoughtfully - taking her time to answer, “You know how you put on the mask of Angel?” Angel gives a single nod in affirmation. “Well, some people just forget it’s a mask – they don’t take it off and it just becomes who they are”. Charlie pats Angel on the shoulder “I think I’m done with this place Angel, let go home”. 

Angel agrees it’s been a long night – though a small thought nagged in the back of his mind. 

Would he have turned out like that if he never moved to the Hotel?

Guess he’ll never know; he really did luck out when Charlie found him on that corner.

[furby-organist]

// Actually I'm convinced that Vaggie decking Lute with a radio (that's a radio, right?) is some sort of symbolism, especially since Alastor & Vaggie's relationship evolved over the season from Vaggie malding and Alastor being like "♪ hoes mad (hoes mad, hoes mad) ♫" to Alastor helping a shit ton and Vaggie being happy to see him alive.

Also when Vaggie + Lute are fighting, Vaggie sees a balcony railing barely holding rubble up, slashes it, and lets the rubble fall on Lute. It's not the same balcony that Lucifer pointed out needed some fixing, but it's reminiscent! Like Lucifer's comment was some kind of foreshadowing.

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 7 - Serendipity

Serendipity (noun) 1. an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident

Tags & Warnings: None If you see this symbol ♫, I strongly advice you to listen to 'Heart of Stone' from the musical SIX (Studio Cast Recording) There is a second song mentioned, but not named. If you like to know/listen to it, it's 'On trees and birds and fire' by I Am Oak

The stage was too wide for you. Too high. Too much room for disappointing expectations. Alastor had summoned chairs for everyone, and even Husk wanted to stay, sipping on his drink and observing you with cautious eyes. Charlie was elated, and you were sure if she had been a human, she would've been the biggest theater nerd. You saw her shaking Vaggie by her shoulders, who in return gave her a soft smile and patted her hands. Her gaze fell to you, and you could see a glimpse of wary curiosity in her eyes. Alastor really set you up, and he took childish joy in it too. He looked extraordinarily smug, sitting next to Charlie, and Niffty on his shoulders. You sat down, the white piano bench hard and stiff.

“I don't really have a big repertoire on the piano.... but I think I can do my last audition choice pretty well...”

“Whatever you want to play! Right guys?”, Charlie shouted up to you, cheeks red in giddy excitement.

“As long as it's not some old ass crappy song. We got that covered. Daily.” Angel sneered, crossing his arms and shooting Alastor a poignant look.

“Okay then...”

If you had no choice to do this, you had to at least do it right. He expected you to, and this was at least a relatively safe circumstance to cross your self-set boundaries temporarily – you had to perform. So, you took a deep breath and you closed your eyes. Even though you were scared to, you slowly allowed yourself to feel. The room fell silent, and in this silence you visualized the feelings of your chosen song. And how ironic that song turned out to be. It was the only one you remembered fully. It was beautiful. Tragic. Powerful. Sad. Strong. More than ever you resonated with it. Into the darkness of your mind bled lights, your skin prickled from the sudden intensity in which the calm numbness faded from your body. You felt heavy. And you felt hurt, pained, moved and twisted. Your breath staggered, your heart pumped achingly hard in your chest. Your fingers blindly found their starting position, and you pressed them down. ♫

♫You've got a good heart But I know it changes A restless tide, untamable...♫

„Gosh... her voice is beautiful...“, he heard the princes whisper in wonder. He nodded in silent agreement, but his eyes stayed fixated on his girl, that curious, wickedly talented little servant, as she elegantly moved her fingers over the keyboard. ♫You came my way, and I knew a storm could come too You'd lift me high, or let me fall♫

„Holy Shit.“ Husk breathed, barely audible, and Niffty vibrated on his shoulder, digging her little hands in his hair as she leaned even more in to watch with her big, wide eye.

♫But I took your hand, promised I'd withstand Any blaze you blew my way 'Cause something inside, it solidified And I knew I'd always stay♫

Her body stilled for a second over the piano, she looked almost angelic – her eyes closed, head slightly tilted, hands floating in the air. And Alastor smirked as he heard the others holding their breaths at the sight.

♫You can build me up, you can tear me down You can try but I'm unbreakable You can do your best, but I'll stand the test You'll find that I'm unshakeable When the fire's burnt When the wind has blown When the water's dried, you'll still find stone My heart of stone♫

Her voice sounded powerful, like a battle cry. Alastor's eyes burned in red and scarlet as he listened. It sounded like a prayer to him. In other ears, it was just an emotional ballad, maybe, as stunning as it was. But he believed it to be a confession or better: an open challenge. His shadows swirled and twisted underneath him, aroused and revived by his own rising exhilaration, not unlike the thrill of the chase he felt whenever he went on one of his carnages.

♫You say we're perfect A perfect family You hold us close, for the world to see

And when I say you're the only one I've ever loved I mean those words truthfully♫

Her tone became soft, almost broken but feathery light. Out of the corner of his sight he could see tears dwelling in the princesses eyes. Vaggie squeezed her partners hand in return. How pathetically emotional...

♫But I know Without my son your love could disappear I know it isn't fair, but I don't care 'Cause my love, will still be here♫

For a second, Alastor felt his breath hitch. His static cracked, just for a split second, but only Husk noticed – one too many to his liking. He felt the cat demon's suspicious eyes looking at him, but he instantly composed himself. He was irritated by this sudden... fit of misplacedemotion. He couldn't place it.

♫You can build me up, you can tear me down You can try but I'm unbreakable You can do your best, but I'll stand the test You'll find that I'm unshakeable 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕, you'll still find stone My heart of stone♫

„What the fuck was that?“, Angel whispered hoarsely to Husk, who shrugged wide-eyed in return. As it had already happened his own living room, when his kitten tried her hands on 'La vie en rose', her voice was inexplicably joined with other ones, as if there were more of her, backing her beguiling chanting. Alastor had been sure he didn't imagine it, and now he had his confirmation - The others had heard it, too. Charlie turned to him, a questioning look on her face, but he just shook his head. (Y/n) seemed to be detached from anything, a slight, iridescent glow around her...

♫Soon I'll have to go I'll never see him grow But I hope my son will know He'll never be alone♫

Her voice sent shivers down his spine. He strained his smile, analyzing her every feature as the others shifted in their seats, encapsulated by his servants siren song. Her whole body moved, like a wave on the ocean, flawless and elegantly, and her face was painted with bittersweet emotions that were so strange to her. Such a contrast to the detached facade she always forced herself into.

♫'Cause like a river runs dry And leaves it's scars behind I'll be by your side 'Cause my love Is set in stone♫

The soft, light chords struck by her echoed in the room. The prismatic glow around her pulsed, and Niffty gasped next to his ear, as did Charlie, Vaggie and Angel when (Y/n) took a deep trembling breath into the silence.

♫Yeahhh♫

In an explosion of shimmering light, shapes emerged from her body, translucent copies of her, like carved out of gemstones – one in a deep turqouise-blue, another in hot and vivid blood-red, then one in bright citrus, followed by an emerald green and a blush-pink one. Jeweled duplicates swirled around her, singing along with her like an angelic choir, breaking every ray of light in the vicinity into sparkles. Charlie jumped up from her seat, Vaggie stumbled up and against her. Alastor was enchanted. Finally. A power. ♫𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 Unbreakable 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕

you'll still find stone♫

And what a power it was. Her energy danced around them, he could taste it, raw and unrefined, pure and corrupted in one. He inhaled it, and it sent jolts of manic joys through him. He wanted to burst out laughing at this revelation. One of the puzzle pieces fitting so well in it's place, so obvious it was ridiculous he didn't see it before. Her power was based on his kittens emotions. What luck that the princess and the other fools were occupied in their own fear and wonder about what was happening on the stage, or else they would've seen his lunatic smile and the dials in his eyes as he imagined himself harnessing her power, reaping her like a ripe harvest – he only had to find a way how.

♫My heart of stone

Can't break me, Can't break meStoneCan't break me, Can't break me You'll still find stone♫

With the last chord struck, the copies of her shattered into sparks of glitter, vanishing as they fell. (Y/n) trembled visibly, the glow around her ceased and disappeared as she closed her eyes once more, barely withholding from passing out.

♫My heart of stone♫

“Charlie. I'm really fine. Please, don't make such a fuss.” You sighed, swatting the princesses hand away from your forehead for the fourth time. After you passed out – and that fact alone embarrassed you to no end – you've found yourself on your bed, with the princess of hell scurrying around like a nurse on steroids, checking your temperature, wringing out cold washcloths to put on your neck and general annoying pampering.

“Are you sure? I am totally free, you know? I've sent Al and Vaggie to take care of the hotel – Alastor was NOT happy to leave, let me tell you - but I figured you wouldn't want to, you know... he shouldn't have to undress... you'd probably prefer a girl to...” she gestured toward you, sitting on the bed in your leisure clothes, your uniform hanging over your vanity chair, “aaaanyway, he wanted to drop by later, when you are...” “...fine. And I am fine. Fit as a fiddle. Nothing wrong with me that a good hot shower can't fix.”, you declared, forcing yourself not to sound too aggravated. Charlie sighed and sat down next to you on your bed. “So... first time it happened huh?” “Yup. Honestly I'm kind of annoyed that I didn't really notice it. It was like I was in a trance, you know? Like an outer-body-experience. Is that... normal?” Charlie smiled a crooked smile, patting your hand. “It would've been a miracle if you remembered all of it. A demons initial, uncontrolled power release, especially one this strong, is super painful, so hellish forms tend to force some kind of... mmh... amnesia? A bit like human women who forget the pains of birth.”

You nodded, disappointed. Charlie nudged you softly. “Hey, cheer up. Now that you know what your power is, you can train it – bit by bit. It can still be painful, but if you control the circumstances, you'll be totally good. You have me, and Vaggie and.. Al, all here to help you! And you know – the ability to create autonomous gemstone duplicates of yourself is so dang swanky, even for hellish standards!” She giggled. You snorted and felt your ears twitch lazily. “Thanks Charlie.” “No problemo. Hey. Do... you want me to stay while you shower? Just in case, you know...” “No way, come on. Don't you have a hotel to run? I'm totally good. Promise. You need to worry more about Alastor and Vaggie working together without you as a buffer to prevent a killing spree.” Charlie laughed. “Yeah, you're probably right. I'll tag with Al, he'll want to check up on you too. But I'll tell him to wait until you're done. Rest well, okay? No more work for you today.” You gave her a thumbs up, and when the door closed, you went straight into the bathroom, locking the doors.

The lights flickered slightly as you took off your clothes. You ignored it, despite your resolute stance against Charlie your head still felt a little woozy, maybe it was just your eyes. Deep in thought, you folded them neatly and stacked them on the vanity. Somewhere along the line, your memory of what happened on stage went foggy. The last thing you definitely remembered was the feeling of tightness in your own skin when you hit the second chorus. Charlie told you to the best of her abilities what happened, still, it sounded insane – how could you split up into more versions of you? Versions that moved around like they were living creatures, even singing along with you? It disturbed you to no end, you felt like the secure control you maintained over your body had not only slipped away but it developed a mind of its own, and that was dangerous. You had to find out how you'd get back in charge, how to administer that strange power, and fast. The quicker the better.

You turned on the faucet and stepped into the shower. The water was scorching hot, exactly what you needed. You scrubbed your body numb, steam filling the small room, whirling in circles as you moved, and the air became thick with warmth. The gentle sound of running water echoed against the tiles and you allowed yourself to simply exist, to bask in this simple pleasure of hot water cascading over your cold skin. The sensation was both calming and sedating, a moment of respite from the chaos that was the last hours. As you stood there, enveloped in steam and solitude, you took your time to mend the breaks in your mental walls. Stone by stone, brick by brick you put them up, reinforced them, shutting in all the feelings that were the source of that chaos. You needed time to think with an unclouded head, and time to talk to Alastor about what to do. Alastor. Thinking about him sent shivers down your spine. What a disaster, what a fucking disgrace you must have been, to loose control over yourself like that, to faint like some weak damsel. And right after you thought you'd atoned for your blunder from the night before. You sighed, your skin tingling from the burning heat of the water, and you shut the shower off, wrapping a towel around you, feeling like a total failure. You pushed the shower curtain open and suppressed a scream. Ozul lingered on the wall, swishing nervously with a hum, his cyan maw open as if he was shocked to be caught. It ducked and compressed itself into a flat shape, it almost looked comical. You gripped the towel tighter and squinted your eyes at it. “Did Alastor send you?” The shadow slowly reformed, nodding slowly. You huffed. Little sleeze. “Okay. Let me rephrase. Does he know you peep on me while I shower?” It buzzed loudly, squishing down again, and it looked as if he shook his head, while his shadowy arms covered his visage. Was that thing... embarrassed? You tilted your head.

“Do... you like me?” Ozul let out another loud buzz, high pitched and swirled back and forth on the ground, like ink that was shaken in a bottle. Holy shit. This was a truly bizarre day. You squatted down to the shade, careful to cover anything improper, which in return stilled, looking up to you – if the cobalt orbs could be called eyes, they were looking wary. “How about we make a deal.”, you proposed, glaring at it with a hint of playfulness. “I won't tell Alastor about this peeping-tom-thing. In return, you'll stop being naughty and stay out of this bathroom when I'm indecent.” Ozul stared at you, then hummed and moved in circles over your feet, reaching for your hands. You lifted a brow and put a hand out, touching it – the sensation was nothing like you imagined. You thought it would be cold, instead, it felt like you were touching warm sand, it tickled your skin as Alastor's static sometimes did, but much less intense. Kind of... cute? “So we have an understanding?” Ozul fizzled happily? and, with a last brush of his shadow tendril over your hand, he swished under the door back out.

You were dried and in your leisure suit again. Your hair was still damp but you just put it into a loose bun. Your shadow companion had patiently waited on your mirror, humming lazily as you put up your hair. Now, it gestured to the door. When you opened it, you saw nothing, but heard a rustling sound and a small tinker. There was a plastic bag on your door handle. Your brows furrowed, and you took it off the handle, closing the door back again, bag in hand. Inside, there was just one thing: A small, yellow and pink bottle of something called 'Beezeljuice Light' with a note attached. “To get you going again. Now we're even.” The edges of your lips twitched – The hand writing was jaggered and wide, the small, yellowed paper stained with brown spots. You were sure this was from Husk. You put the flask into your nightstand. Alcohol was something you never got the hang of, the taste and burn from it made you feel sick, even the sickly-sweet or creamy cocktails made for lightweights didn't appeal to your tastes. More so, alcohol tended to turn usually lovable, nice people into drunken and irresponsible monsters, void of reason, manners and rationale, something you had experienced too much yourself to ignore. Better to not indulge at all, than to risk overstepping your own limits and turn into something you'd regret later. But the sentiment was nice, a sign of progress, and you wanted to safekeep it.

Ozul had crept over your canopy curtains next to you, stretching over your lap while fizzing lowly. You scoffed at him, shaking your head. Good overlord.

“You're really milking this, you know?” your blackened fingertips pet the shade, enveloping in this warm, gritty feeling again. It was oddly nice, comforting even, when it buzzed contently in return. You let yourself fall on your back, lying on your bed, stroking your new-found partner in crime. ♫ Like a record player, a song popped into your mind and you hummed along with it. You didn't remember the artist or the lyrics, it was some indie group thing, maybe? Still, the melody and the arrangement came easily to you, you remembered a soft banjo stringing, a drum like a heartbeat. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, humming the strangely familiar tune, chest vibrating and hands moving through the warm shadow, offering a gentle hint of resistance against your cold fingers.

Meditation, you thought, is what it was you were doing, what you needed. Clearing your mind, making room, decluttering. And how safe it felt, centering yourself, stripping your mind to it's barest state, regaining some sort of mental level ground. How nice it was, to stop being tainted and burdened by the pulls of irrational feelings, feeling the dizziness fading out of your head until you felt clear and clean again. Not being anchored in thick, suffocating memories emotions to drown in their heaviness...

The soothing feeling of Ozul left your hand in an instant, leaving only cold fingers and a feeling of loss. Your eyes shot open, confused where it had gone, just as there was a knock on the door. You pushed yourself up, quickly standing straight and face falling easily (thank satan) into indifference. You took the few firm steps to your door, opening it with a draw of your breath. You already knew who was on the other side. Red eyes found your golden ones, and his smile grew wider as he looked down to you. He let himself in, pushing you into your room, and closed the door silently behind him. “There's my special little gem. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

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[lacrimosathedark]

Hazbin Villain Appreciation Post

People can be so weird about people enjoying villains nowadays, so I think I'm gonna take a little step on the wild side and list some things I like about Hazbin villains whether I like the character or not.

Alastor

Yes, he counts until proven otherwise, but also we're easing into it. Alastor is easy to like for a serial killer. I love a lot about him if I'm honest. Him being a clueless asexual really hits home for me as that was me for about half of my life (and then first crush and hey what's this "demisexual" thing?). But I love how he can be so suave and sophisticated and intimidating while also being an utter goof.

Look at this man. He can be so threatening but he also does this shit. He's so dumb. I love him. Stupid fucking deer man.

It helps that how he interacts with other characters is almost always funny.

He's such a little shit. I love him.

Vox

The performance. Both in his voice and the animation. Christian Borle does some amazing work and it makes a character who is by all metrics incredibly unsettling into being funny and charming. But also some of my favorite moments are just him making funny faces.

His face looking at his hand after Val smashes his phone is one of my favorite little moments in the whole series thus far. The animators do a great job having fun with his dumb head. Vox is great. He's such a dweeb and honestly I can see how his powers are hypnotic in nature.

Valentino

You can't look at Val's design sans the bitchy demeanor and tell me it isn't pretty. Moths are great. And that he chirps/squeaks when he moves is a great touch.

He's also a very compelling villain in that he brings more depth and insight into other characters like Angel. But most of all, Joel's little riffs and just some of Val's lines are so funny.

Angel Dust: I'm coming! Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Valentino: Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous, do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star. Yeah, a star. Porn star. OK, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you. I said I'll fucking kill you, and I will.

That the latter dialogue was in the background and how it was delivered? LMAO

Velvette

I love her design. How can you not? And all her different outfits she rotates through?

One of the things I love most about fashion-based characters is how fans run with it. Velvette may not be high up in my character tier list, but about a quarter of the fanart I've saved is her and she has her own designated folder. I'm beyond excited to see more of her if just to see her designs.

Adam

He's designed to be a hateable fuckboy, and they do it well, but it's also Alex Brightman so he gets a few really funny moments in there.

Adam: 275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it. ♫ Bow-now-now-nownow Guitar solo, fuck yeah! ♫ Adam: Uuughhh, "No one but the exorcists can know about the exterminations". I know, fine. *slurps drink* Don't fucking shush me, bitch. Adam: ♫ What up, baby? ♫ Saw that you went to my manager. Low blow, Karen. Adam: Objection, lame and unoriginal. Lute: Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass! Adam: Would you just-ju-chill, Lute. Fuck.

Adam: The fuck? Lute: They appear to have some kind of shield, sir! Adam: Oh, really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me, YOU DUMB BITCH! NO SHIT!

Adam: And you're...fuck-fuck you...you red piece of f-too much fucking red...fuck...shut up!

Not to mention Hell is Forever is a fuckin banger. He's horrible in a way that was really fun to watch. Even better was this misogynist pig was taken down by a tiny dainty little lady who can appear as the perfect little housewife type and goes fucking berserk mode for "bad boys". Niffty was really the best person to take him out.

Lute

Not gonna lie, I cannot find a single redeeming quality in Lute. She's only funny when Adam is being funny, she's an uptight unrepentant bitch who mutilated a co-worker for being merciful. I don't like her. That being said, her singing voice? GodDAMN. You Didn't Know blew me away in part because of Jessica Vosk's absolute killer performance. I need a Lute villain song yesterday.

Sera

We have so little of her it's hard to think of things that are unique to her, like wouldn't also apply to Emily like her design both humanoid and angelic. She sings well, but she also didn't blow me out of the water the way Lute did. Though, she does have one of the most intense shots in the show and it leaves a lot of space for interesting conflicted dichotomy in her.

I hope we get a lot more of her to love and hate next season.

Susan

What do yall like about Hazbin's villains?

[gctchell]

Lilith Sin. Please click responsibly. 🔞

Lost her virginity on the beach of the Red Sea with Lucifer. They invented "Sex on the Beach" and honestly, Lilith is quite proud of that. It is one of their claims to carnal fame, besides being the first ones to do it.

+ Here in the Hellaverse world, that beach always has a more red glean to its sand rather than simply gold, and Heaven truly detests that the rebellious lovers & dreamers left their mark on the world before being banished to Hell. Try as Heaven might, there is no taking the love they made from those shores; Lilith made sure to bless (or "curse", depending on your point of view) the sands with her energy and her hymen's blood. She's just that kind of woman.

Pheromones. Lilith emits a potent aura of perfumed pheromones when she's reached a highly aroused state. It starts slipping in subtly with the climb and steadily gets stronger, emits more widely, becomes more pungent and intoxicating. Being the Mother Succubus, it is incredibly effective and if she were not more mindful (thankfully she is in a public space), she could literally be a walking sex bomb wherever she slips deep into the mood. The servants of Morningstar Palace know to get the Heaven out of the area the second they start picking up the subtle beginnings of floral and amber.

+ The pheromones themselves are a comprised scent of earth, amber, dark spiced honey, roses, and the unmistakable hallowed scent of fallen angel's blood. Lilith's drank from Lucifer's veins for thousands upon thousands of years now, he's become part of her - and a warning shot to those outside of him who pick up on the scent. He's in her blood like holy wine. ♫

There is one tree in the Morningstar Orchard that is well-hidden behind a wall of black lilies and crawling, sentient vines with eyes. Its leaves are dark crimson and its bark is deep, deep purple, and the branches are lined with magenta apples that have pulsing cores. They glow in the dark! They're also aphrodisiac apples that Lilith has chimed as 'Carnal Apples'. She spliced and infused this apple tree with her own sensual magic ages ago and revamped it from the roots up. There is only one other tree like it; a twin that exists excluded in Lust.

Does refer to Lucifer as her "mate", and uses the same term when speaking of other people's lovers ( calling vaggie charlie's mate, for one ). Language grows and evolves, but some terminology never changes for Lilith. This isn't a sexual thing, but I'm just dropping it in here.

Adores pegging if the interest is there. She has a particular favored magic strap that connects to her and not only self-lubricates, but expels inside of Lucifer and allows him to experience "stuffing", as well. Lilith has a taste for filling him up until he runs out of space and starts overflowing.

+ Her favorite pegging positions; She actually enjoys having him ride cowboy whenever she's pegging him. She loves to hold him by his hips and praise him as he rides, then push him down into her strap and bury it in deep, beginning to take over. Her other favored position is the Hook position; legs over her shoulders and buried in deep, face-to-face, close enough to kiss his lips and bite his neck. No matter the position though, she always makes sure to angle just right to hit his sweet spot.

There absolutely is a mirror above the bed, and behind it. Welcome to Pride, did you expect anything else?

[strawbrryrush]

music memes !! ♫ - vaggie and charlie @mcrcki

"I still feel a shock through every bone , when I hear an "I love you"." vaggie told with a blushing grin on her face, "-sorry- was that lame to say?" she asked with that blush only getting worse. "-i just really thought I lost you that time, charlie.. -you seemed to really not remember me- or your dad.. -i'll be honest I was scared.. i'm just happy to have you back."

song- valentine by laufey !

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: we always knew this was a one way trip. / vaggie @ charlie because fuck you and fuck me I guess

"I'm fine; just go on without me!" prompts // accepting

A lot had changed over the last year. The hotel had started to actually get more guests…., and they'd started to plan for potential invasions, retaliation for what had happened. So far it seemed like Heaven was biding their time…., but Charlie didn't want to let her guard down again. She couldn't lose someone else.

Which was why, when a contingency of angels came back, demanding an audience, only she and Vaggie had gone. Everyone else at the hotel knew what needed to be done, if something happened to her, and she trusted them to take care of everyone.

She glanced over at Vaggie, offering her girlfriend a little smile as she reached out to take her hand. Charlie hadn't quite told Vaggie everything about this meeting, because she knew she would have tried to talk her out of it if she had.

"Not for you, it isn't," she said, twining their fingers together. She took a deep breath and pulled Vaggie close, pressing one last, desperate kiss to her lips, to say goodbye. "Take care of them for me?"

[firstwcman]

Sinful headcanons. Please click responsibly. 🔞

Lost her virginity on the beach of the Red Sea with Lucifer. They invented "Sex on the Beach" and honestly, Lilith is quite proud of that. It is one of their claims to carnal fame, besides being the first ones to do it.

+ Here in the Hellaverse world, that beach always has a more red glean to its sand rather than simply gold, and Heaven truly detests that the rebellious lovers & dreamers left their mark on the world before being banished to Hell. Try as Heaven might, there is no taking the love they made from those shores; Lilith made sure to bless (or "curse", depending on your point of view) the sands with her energy and her hymen's blood. She's just that kind of woman.

Pheromones. Lilith emits a potent aura of perfumed pheromones when she's reached a highly aroused state. It starts slipping in subtly with the climb and steadily gets stronger, emits more widely, becomes more pungent and intoxicating. Being the Mother Succubus, it is incredibly effective and if she were not more mindful (thankfully she is in a public space), she could literally be a walking sex bomb wherever she slips deep into the mood. The servants of Morningstar Palace know to get the Heaven out of the area the second they start picking up the subtle beginnings of floral and amber.

+ The pheromones themselves are a comprised scent of earth, amber, dark spiced honey, roses, and the unmistakable hallowed scent of fallen angel's blood. Lilith's drank from Lucifer's veins for thousands upon thousands of years now, he's become part of her - and a warning shot to those outside of him who pick up on the scent. He's in her blood like holy wine. ♫

There is one tree in the Morningstar Orchard that is well-hidden behind a wall of black lilies and crawling, sentient vines with eyes. Its leaves are dark crimson and its bark is deep, deep purple, and the branches are lined with magenta apples that have pulsing cores. They glow in the dark! They're also aphrodisiac apples that Lilith has chimed as 'Carnal Apples'. She spliced and infused this apple tree with her own sensual magic ages ago and revamped it from the roots up. There is only one other tree like it; a twin that exists excluded in Lust.

Does refer to Lucifer as her "mate", and uses the same term when speaking of other people's lovers ( calling vaggie charlie's mate, for one ). Language grows and evolves, but some terminology never changes for Lilith. This isn't a sexual thing, but I'm just dropping it in here.

Adores pegging if the interest is there. She has a particular favored magic strap that connects to her and not only self-lubricates, but expels inside of Lucifer and allows him to experience "stuffing", as well. Lilith has a taste for filling him up until he runs out of space and starts overflowing.

+ Her favorite pegging positions; She actually enjoys having him ride cowboy whenever she's pegging him. She loves to hold him by his hips and praise him as he rides, then push him down into her strap and bury it in deep, beginning to take over. Her other favored position is the Hook position; legs over her shoulders and buried in deep, face-to-face, close enough to kiss his lips and bite his neck. No matter the position though, she always makes sure to angle just right to hit his sweet spot.

There absolutely is a mirror above the bed, and behind it. Welcome to Pride, did you expect anything else?

[alastor-simp]

Bon Appétit! - Alastor x Fem Chef Reader

❥Summary- You were a very popular chef when you were alive, talented in making any dish in any cuisine. You sadly died from unknown causes and ended up in Hell instead of Heaven. You happen to find the Hazbin Hotel and applied for a job there as a cook. Everyone loved your cooking, including a certain red haired demon.

❥Tags: female reader, fluff, chef reader, friends to potential lovers, alastor is bad with feelings, slight romance, hazbin hotel gang, reader is an amazing cook, alastor is a foodie

❥Notes: I had this story idea brewing in my head for a whole week and I needed to type it out. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

"Hum hum hum hum~♫" Your head was bopping to the catchy jazz radiating from the radio. Your hands were placed against a metal bowl, one holding it and the other mixing it. Your name was Y/N, and you were the chef/cook at the Hazbin Hotel. During the time when you were alive, your dishes were very popular. You weren't extremely well known across the world, but everyone in your town knew about you and craved what you created. Your family owned a small restaurant, that was opened to all the locals. It was a bit difficult in the beginning since you were self taught, but as you got older, your skills improved. Over time, you expanded to other cuisines, ranging from American, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, and European.

How you ended up in Hell was still mind-boggling. You remember closing up the restaurant, and heading back to your apartment, only to see a large bright light and then pure darkness. You woke up after that in a very strange area, the sky was a pure blood red and the people around you seemed almost fictional. A large sign that said "Welcome to Hell" was a clear enough answer to where you were. Well there was no way for you to go back to the living world, so you had to just deal with it. Finding a job wasn't very easy especially since many of the places you saw, had very grotesque dishes, and you weren't skill with cooking eyeballs and beating hearts. You stopped at a wall covered with different flyers, some for killing services and job offers. The one that caught your eye was the very colorful one, decorated with stickers and glitter. "Hazbin Hotel huh?" That seemed like a good place to start, especially since hotels had guests and needed someone to provide meals. Smiling, you grabbed the flyer and began making your way to your destination.

Having arrived at the hotel, you were greeted by the owner, "Charlie Morningstar." She was ecstatic that you wanted to come and help at the hotel, giving you a crushing bear hug. She did ask about your skills and was very surprised when you said you were skilled in cooking. Dragging you inside, she allowed you to introduce yourself to the others. They were quite an odd bunch when you first saw them, but they seemed friendly. The demon holding Charlies hand was Vaggie. She seemed like a tough cookie, given how intense she was looking at you. Two other demons were sitting at the bar, chatting away. One appeared to be a spider like demon and the other was like a cat. The spider, who Charlie said was Angel Dust, gave you a flirtatious wink along with a hand shake, while the cat demon, Husk, just gave you a small wave. A small clattering of feet came from behind you, causing you to turn. You saw no one there, but then you felt something on top of your shoulder. Turning, you were face to face with a mini female demon with a large eye. She was gazing at you, wearing a huge smile, before she jumped off and ran back to where she came from. Charlie told you that was Niffty as she then introduced you to another patron of the hotel. He was a large black snack with pink eyes, wearing a grey suit and top hat. His face seemed nervous, but he had a kind expression. He gave a slight bow, while shaking your hand, telling you his name was "Sir Pentious"

Charlie kept looking around, wearing a confused expression. "Hey Vaggie, have you seen Alastor?" Vaggie responded with her head shaking no. A large black circle soon appeared next to Charlie, then began to form into a person. The darkness soon faded away from the person to reveal themselves. The demon was dressed in a striped red suit, that went well with his monocle and bow tie. His bob hair cut was a crimson red, and were those antlers on his head. His fangs seemed very sharp, given how well you could see them through his wide tooth smile. "Here I am, Charlie my dear!" His voice was etched with static, reminding you of the old radio you had at your restaurant. "AH! Alastor! Just in time! I wanted to introduce you to Y/N. She is looking to work as a cook here." She push you closer to him, making you stand a few feet from each other. "Hello, nice to meet you." Giving a kind smile, you extended your hand out for a shake. The smile on his face widen, as he bent down, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it. "Charmed!" His gesture gave you small tingles throughout your body. He then removed your hand and stood back to his full height. "So you are talented in the kitchen I presume?" Smiling more, you nodded your head. "Yes! I am self taught and I started working in my family restaurant at a young age."

Charlie then butted into the conversation, eyes sparkling. "Wow that's so amazing. What kind of food did you serve?" You twirled your hair with your finger. "Well it was the classic family restaurant, so club sandwiches, mac and cheese, homemade pies, the whole lot. But, I wanted to expand my skills, so I explored other cuisines to try and master." Angel Dust had gotten closer and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder, looking excited. "You any good with making Italian dishes toots?" Hehe it was cute how excited he was. You went over the list of all the cuisines you knew how to make, causing everyone's eyes to widen and mouths to drop, except Alastors, as he was still wearing a smile, but his eyes did expand a bit after listening to you. In a flash, you were pushed into the kitchen by everyone, faces adorned with wide smiles, waiting to see what you would make.

That felt like so long ago, as after amazing everyone's taste buds with your cooking, you were hired immediately on the spot. Realizing you were getting distracted from your thoughts of the past, you went back to cooking. Today you were making blueberry muffin cookies for everyone to enjoy.

(Love making these⬆️)

The batter was all set, and what you needed next was the blueberries. Heading to the fridge, you opened the wide door, looking for the small container. "Ahh found you." Finding the small container, you grabbed it, moving back to allow the fridge door to close. "Salutations, my dear!" a static voice spoke next to you, causing you to scream, as the container from your hand dropped to the ground, causing all the blueberries to spill out. "Al! Don't do that!" your response earned a laugh from Alastor. "HAHA! Apologies, my dear! Didn't mean to give you such a fright." He batted his eyes at you, trying to appear innocent, but you knew he was joking. "Yeah sure you didn't. Great now I'm out of blueberries since someone made me dropped them." Your legs bent down to the ground, grabbing the blueberries. Standing back up, you marched over to the trash bin and threw them away. A loud *SNAP* came from behind you, causing you to turn around. On the counter was a mini basket, containing fresh blueberries. "Oh thank you." Looking back at Alastor, you gave a thankful smile. "Your welcome, my dear! May I ask what type of concoction you are preparing?" He bent down, leaning against the counter, with his hands under his chin. Grabbing a few handfuls of blueberries, you went to the sink to give them a quick rinse, before coming back after patting them dry with a napkin. "Oh I'm making muffin cookies. Was craving something sweet so I decided to make a bunch for everyone. I'll save you a couple." You smiled up at Alastor, as you tossed the blueberries in the batter, and began to fold them in. Alastor grimaced slightly at that, and just wave his hand at you. "No need, my dear! I don't particularly care for sweets!" You nearly dropped your spatula at that. He didn't like sweets things?! You had made other baked goods and desserts in the past since you been here and you had assumed everyone had gave them a try and loved them, so it was a bit of a surprise when Alastor told you that he didn't like sweets. "How come?" Tilting your head at him, you waited for his response. Alastor raised his head, giving it some thought, before he looked back at you "Just don't like overly sweet things. I have a very limited palate, so I prefer to stick with that." His smile widen at you, sharpening at bit as he seemed to be thinking of something gruesome.

You continued to prepare the cookies, scooping them and placing them on a baking tray. A sudden thought came in your head, and you turned back to Al. "What sort of foods did you used to enjoy when you were alive?" Alastor raised an eyebrow at that. "My, a curious one aren't you? Well I grew up in the roaring 1920s in New Orleans, Louisiana. Oh, how I miss the sights and the bayous. I preferred venison and other meats, but I did indulge on other culinary dishes from time to time. Gumbo, Jambalaya, Po boys, oh my!" Alastor seemed almost in a trance, as he kept talking about his past. It was nice to see him so happy and excited, when discussing the time he was alive. "It sounds like you really enjoyed it." Alastor looked back at you, eyes holding a certain tender look. "Yes indeedy!" Your eyes remained locked on each other, until Alastors eyes glanced to the clock on the wall.

"Oh! Seems its time for my broadcast! Ta-ta, my dear!" Alastor gave his microphone stand a twirl, before disappearing into the shadows.Once he left, you couldn't stop thinking about what he told you, about his past life. The joyful look on his face kept replaying in your mind, when he was discussing the delicacies he enjoyed. "I want to see more of that expression" you thought. You continued to brainstorm, as you waited patiently for the cookies to be finished.

**Evening- Alastors POV**

"Ah! What a pleasant stroll that was!" Alastor had arrived back to the hotel, after just finishing his evening walk. He arrived back quite late, since the other denizens were not parading through the hotel lobby and lounge. Placing his hands behind his back, he headed in the direction that would lead him to his quarters. A pleasant smell was wafting through the air, stopping Al in his tracks. "My what a enticing aroma!" Alastor leaned his head back, taking in the amazing smell. His feet began making his way, searching for where the aroma was coming from. He had arrived in front of the kitchen doors, which were slightly opened and the lights still turned on. Peeking his head through the crack, he was surprised to see you in the kitchen still. Your air was tied up in a bun, while you were adorning kitchen apron. One of your hands was busy, stirring inside a large pot, while the other was adding in some seasonings. Alastor gave a small knock at the door, letting his presence be known. "Still cooking, my dear? It is way past your bedtime!" Turning your head, you flashed a large smile at Al. "Oh! You're here! Come sit, its almost ready!" Your crooked your finger at Al, telling him to come closer and take a seat near the kitchen table. Alastor cocked his head at you, still confused on what was going on. He soon took a seat, placing his hands on his lap. "Wanted to surprise you." He heard you say, as he watched you grab a bowl, pouring the concoction from the pot to the bowl. You saw you walk closer to him, placing the bowl down in front of him. Alastor's eyes widen at the site, before turning to look at you. "My dear, what is this by chance?" Smiling, you took a seat on the other side of the table. "Its seafood gumbo!

(Bowl in front of Alastor)

Alastor continued to gaze at you in shock, then back to the bowl , then back to you. "Did you stay up just to make this for me?" He saw your face flushed as you rubbed your neck. "I did yes! You appeared very happy when you told me what you liked to eat when you were alive, so I thought I would surprise you by making a Creole dish." Alastor continued to stare at you, his eyes going soft from how sweet the gesture was. The smell of the prawns and cajun spice was making his mouth water. "This is my first time making this, so I hope you like it." Alastor nearly jumped when he heard that. "My dear, you never cooked Cajun food before?" You shook your head no at him. "I always knew about Cajun cuisine, just never got to it. Now come on, hurry before it gets cold!" You gestured for him to start eating as you placed your hands under your chin, copying him. The smile on his face grew, as he looked back at the bowl in front of him.

**Your POV**

You were sweating like crazy. This was the first time you ever made gumbo, and now you were scared that you messed up. Last thing you wanted was Al to try it, then recoil in disgust. Your eyes watched him lift the spoon of the broth and place it in his mouth. His expression was unreadable, making you all the more nervous. As he took the spoon out from his mouth, you saw the gentle smile on his face. "Superb." He took another spoonful of the broth, placing it back in his mouth, letting out a pleasant mmm. Phew! you were glad he loved it. You continued to watch him eat, before getting up from the table and walking towards the oven. Alastor didn't even notice you leave, as he was too immersed in the dish in front of him. The savory taste of the broth and spice that kept flooding in was so nostalgic to him. Soon there was nothing left, and Alastor leaned back against the chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Absolutely amazing, my dear! Thank you." Alastor motioned his head to look at you, as he saw you removing something from the oven. "Your welcome! Hope you have some room for dessert?" Alastor gave a small grimace. "My dear, I told you before, I am not one for sweets!" Giggling, you placed what you had made on a bowl, before sprinkling some powder on them. "Are you sure? Something tells me these might change your mind."

Carrying a plate in front of you, you placed it on the table. Alastor eyes once again widen at the sight. In front of him was a plate filled with freshly made beignets, piping hot and covered in powdered sugar.

"Go on, try one." You stepped back and made your way back over to the chair. Alastor seemed a bit hesitant to try them, the feelings of his past and his dislike for sweets were battling with each other. Moving his hand slowly, he grabbed one of them from the plate, hovering it next to his mouth. Finally he took a bite. Alastors eyes enlarged again, as he took another huge bite of the beignet, before grabbing another one. Soon there were no more left on the plate, only crumbs remaining. "Ahhhhhh~. Delicious!" Alastor wore a peaceful expression on his face, as he leaned back against the chair. He then heard you break into fits of laughter. "What is funny, my dear?" He eyed you curiously, as you kept laughing hysterically. "Ahahahahaha! You...you have powder all over your face!" Your finger was pointed up at him, as you were trying to calm down from laughing so hard. Alastor jumped a bit, before rubbing his mouth with his finger, seeing a trace of white on it. "Here, I'll give you a napkin." Getting up, you went to grab him a napkin for coming back to him. "Thank you!", Smiling, he grabbed it and began to clean his face.

Once he was finished, he looked back at you. His eyes held so much emotion, as he continued to gaze at you. He got up slowly from the chair, standing up to his full height, as he pointed his head down towards you. Raising a hand, he placed it on your cheek. "Thank you again, my dear. But, why did you go through all this trouble to make this for me?" Raising one of your hands up, you placed it against the hand that was on your cheek. "I wanted to see that expression of yours again. You seemed such in high spirits when you talked to me about your past, so I wanted to make you something." Alastor chuckled down at you, finding your reasoning simply adorable. "You reminded me of something my dear mother use to tell me "A way to a mans heart is through his stomach."" Your whole face flushed at that, painting your cheeks a deep red. Alastor slowly inched closer to you, bending his head down closer. His lips had landed on your cheek, giving it a soft peck, before he pulled back slowly to gaze at you. "Thank you again, y/n." His body began to morph into blackness as he became one with his shadow, and then disappeared from you, leaving you a blushing mess.

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@neatandniffty said: ♫ {I'm so interested if you have anything for Niffty! Hi!} ↪ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 “ ♫ ” 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 , * bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics ! (I'm going to put a disclaimer here that these songs are probably ones that Vaggie would introduce to Niffty on the basis of "well, she likes bad boys" and pick a bunch of stuff based on that)

Rebel Yell- Billy Idol

Hungry Like the Wolf- Duran Duran

Cum On Feel the Noize- Quiet Riot

Kickstart My Heart- Mötley Crüe

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Send ♫ and I’ll make a small playlist for our muses!

@e-m-p-error​​ said:  ♫ (Val and Nifty or Vaggie!)

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play I'm walking to your house, nobody's home Just me and you and you and me alone

Cry Baby - The Neighborhood

I think I talk too much I need to listen, baby I need to listen, baby I need to listen good I think I try too hard How I look, what I do, what I'm sayin', ah I spend too much time explainin' myself I hope there's some time to change it

Lolita - Lana del Ray

I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight Topple you down from your sky forty stories high Shining like a God, can't believe I caught you and so Look at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo

They haven’t interacted that much yet but based on our conversations together for possible future threads, they do be giving me these kinda vibes lol

SORRY PAPI - Bad Bunny ft. Abra

Sorry, papi Yo no soy tu mami Yo, yo hago lo que yo quiera Y también tengo lo mío en la cartera

English translation.

Womanizer - Britney Spears

Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up Fakin' like a good one but I call 'em like I see 'em I know what you are, what you are, baby

Vegas - Doja Cat

Yeah, yeah, said (you ain't nothin' but a) I get it, I know you got some other- you wanted I get it, you needed someone that could prove you wrong So I reckon, you leave all of your problems at the door to my city You gon' need to tell my brothers where you from And I admit it, I still got empathy And you gon' feel it for two weeks When I release you in them streets (you ain't nothin' but a) And keep my nina in discrete, keep the cleanin' my Jeep And put that Yeezy in your teeth, let my demons off they leashes If you even think to speak I'ma give a whole new meaning When you said you live in a dream, we can keep that- asleep And you gon' laugh with all your Gs Countin' them sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep Talkin' 'bout Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, R-I-P (you ain't nothin' but a)

Like with Niffty, I think we’re still getting a feel for them at this point, so this is just speculation and my own impression lmao XD

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anonymous   : ♫ ~ No one to talk with, / All by myself; / No one to walk with, / But I'm happy on the shelf~ / Ain't misbehavin', / I'm savin' my love for you~ I know for certain, / The one I love; / I'm through with flirtin', / It's just you I'm thinkin' of~ / Ain't misbehavin', / I'm savin' my love for you ~ ♪

          ♥   Just gonna rip the fuckin plug from the outlet. He...doesn’t wanna break it, it might be his radio, but it’s still technically hotel property. Ain’t gonna risk Charlie or Vaggie getting pissed over it.