#(not my hazbin muses at least not yet)

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Can you do Alastor please 🥺

Yep!

Send me a character and I’ll list:

Favourite thing about them: The radio filter on his voice! I'm a sucker for characters with artificial voice filters like that. And his disdain for "frivolous television technology" is amusing.

I recently rewatched the first episode of Hazbin Hotel with my dad, and he liked Alastor's radio filter too. (Yes, my dad watched some of Hazbin Hotel. And he decided it was "a bit too out there" for him.)

Least favourite thing about them: His design, I think. Yes, the creepy smile that never leaves his face is a nice touch, but that bob? It does nothing for me.

Favourite line: It's a close tie between, "Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do! That's why you're in Hell!" and, "Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this ... noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it."

brOTP: I like his friendships with Mimzy and Rosie. The fact that he and Mimzy knew each other when they were alive is really interesting. And I can see how he and Rosie would bond over their shared fondness for cannibalism.

Plus, I just think it's funny that Alastor has been building this platonic girl gang around him. He's asexual, but also a chick magnet.

OTP: I don't really have one for Alastor. He's definitely ace, and he might be aro too, and I have yet to see a character that's made me go, "Ooh, I'd love to see what would happen if they were in a romantic relationship with Alastor."

But if I had to pick an OTP ... maybe RadioRose? Two cannibalistic Overlords causing chaos together? That would be pretty neat.

Actually, what about RadioStatic? The fact that the normally cool and collected Vox can be made to completely malfunction because of Alastor has piqued my interest. Maybe they were dating years ago, and then something went wrong. Or maybe they had a business partnership, and Vox wanted it to become something more, and Alastor just wasn't feeling it. Yes, Vox has Valentino now, but maybe there's a part of him that still pines for Alastor - which would be ironic, considering that Alastor has little to no interest in him.

nOTP: Charlastor. I prefer them having a "twisted mentor and innocent mentee" relationship, rather than a romantic one. Given that Alastor has positioned himself as a father figure to Charlie (albeit just to annoy Lucifer), it would be weird to think of them dating.

Random headcanon: Alastor has zero artistic ability. He once tried to paint portraits of the Hazbin Hotel staff and residents as part of an art therapy exercise, but they all look cursed. Or like cats. Or like cursed cats.

Unpopular opinion: Sorry, Alastor stans, I can't get on the hype train with this guy. Not yet, anyway.

I like characters that have a mixture of the known and the mysterious - that is, you know enough about them from the canon material that there are traits you can identify and latch onto, but there are also some things left up to interpretation for you to muse over.

Right now, Alastor's just a bit too mysterious for me. Is he going to be an ally? Is he going to be an enemy? I can't decide whether I like him because I don't know enough about him.

By contrast, I already know lots about Angel Dust, and I like what I've seen so far. And there are still things I don't know about him, such as how he met Valentino, that I can speculate on, which I find fun. That's why Angel is my blorbo and Alastor isn't.

Song I associate with them: "Love ka?" (a.k.a. "Rabuka") by Hiiragi Kirai and Ado. Particularly this Yokune Ruko cover. I see it as a RadioStatic song, because the lyrics are about sharks (Vox likes sharks, doesn't he?) and about bugs (which would fit with Vox glitching out).

The ending lyrics translate as, "These putrid 'love you,' 'love you,' 'love yous' have already fallen to the ground and died out. If you don't like what you found within your reach, maybe you should stop looking." That sounds like something Alastor would say to Vox.

Favourite picture of them:

[voodoodaaddy]

[Look]

Perhaps… Lucifer was lingering. He could recognize that he was at least doing so, even if he wasn’t ready to acknowledge perhaps the reason as to why.

Maybe if it was Alastor, the handsome and pompous man more worthy of the title of bellhop than host.

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring 

No matter how much he had attempted to ignore this he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had a not so secret admire in his vicinity. Or at the very least, someone who wanted to watch him like a hawk for whatever reason it may be. At first Alastor thought he may have been mistaken. That perhaps Lucifer is simply looking past him or at something he may have been doing. Ever since he had joined them at the new and improved Hazbin Hotel, it wouldn’t be all that questionable if the King wanted to keep tabs on the resident Radio Demon for the Princess’s protection.

Yet, Alastor wasn’t doing anything in particular to warrant the lingering looks, other than standing in the lobby.

So unable to help himself he called it out.

“I know I’m quite the handsome demon, but is there another reason you’re so fixated on me this morning your majesty?” Alastor tried to keep it light despite the heat that’s starting to build up along his features. Normally he loved an audience with all their eyes on him, but it’s a bit different when it’s just the King of Hell. “Do I have something on my face?”

[rp-writerbeast]

it's been a hot minute since i have touched some of the listed fandoms, nevertheless, i will dive in head first and ask questions later. so, hi. i'm looking for a rp writing partner with a very specific mlm dynamic. it leans on the enemies/rivals to lovers trope, however, banter and bickering between the characters is what i am looking for. i enjoy characters with almost opposite lifestyles or clashing personalities, forced to endure each other's presence or find themselves inexplicably (spiritually) connected to the other, which compels them to stick around despite their supposed lack of interest or dislike of the other. due to the nature of these circumstances, it is highly recommended that you also prefer a witty exchange of words and do not shy away from rudeness or what many perceive as obnoxiousness. below, there are a bunch of ships from different fandoms listed i am very much interested in and which also conceptualize what i am exactly looking for. i feel like they give off similar vibes. if you have an idea in mind and use kpop faceclaims, i'd also go for ocxoc muses and contribute to your initial idea. okay, now that i have my word vomit out of the way, i'll leave you with some key points and you'll decide whether i am a fit for your rp vision.

< age > am 25+ years old and you should also be at least 20. the same age restriction is applicable for the characters.

< genres/dynamics > big preferences for slice of life or modern setting aus (–except for hazbin hotel-related stories): boss/employee bodyguard/idol, problematic neighbors, arrogantshit/grumpyface, rivaling single dads/father figures to name a few. my lean was always more toward romcom madness, which does not mean that i'm against angsty or serious moments. a balance would be nice.

< writing > literate+/mirrored. detailed deep dives into my character's emotional world is something i love to indulge in, as well as moving the plot forward and continuously adding to the scene. it's always polite to react to whatever is thrown at you, but i'd appreciate a spark of creativity and initiative from my rp partner now and then. since i do enjoy the occasional fast-paced banter, i'd usually set up a separate text channel for text message conversations. adds to the atmosphere and does not tie us down to a lengthy scene.

< nsfw content > i don't mind violent themes at all. as for smut: i do usually go in the direction of brat/brat tamer, yet, other dynamics can be explored as we deem fit for the situation. i don't expect smut to be the focus of the story, but i'd appreciate if you're open for it to happen as i am.

< fandoms >

–– jjk nanami and gojo

–– haikyuu oikawa and iwaizumi

–– hazbin hotel angel dust and husk top!lucifer and bottom!adam

–– kpop ocs only!

i can muse any of the listed characters. do not shy away from opting for your favorite! (and, please, do have a preference since i fail to have one, ha ha.) anyway, slide into my dms or interact with this post, so i can reach out to you. talk to you soon!

[pridetempt]

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

– BASICS.

NAME: poppins PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: pan TAKEN OR SINGLE: single

– THREE FACTS.

i have a terrible sense of time. truly abysmal. that is part of why i encourage multiple threads, all the memes, in-depth plotting, etc.

a nasa astronaut once went all over kennedy space center to track down one of my coworkers and ask about a poster i designed. she loved it and was hoping it was nasa's work. ha! it wasn't! it was me!

i'll echo the same sentiment i've seen others express : the hazbin fandom is top tier, at least from what i've seen of it. you guys are awesome, talented, wonderful people. cheers to you!

– EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 12-ish years. on and off.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, discord, and i tried a forum site once. didn't care for it.

BEST EXPERIENCE: ooh! there've been a few writing partners over the years that we just immediately clicked and it's such a beautiful thing when you find that kind of partner for anything creative. i hope everyone has/finds a someone like that

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

FEMALE OR MALE: really don't care. i think my writing history probably skews a bit male, but not by much. also a few non-binary muses over the years.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: if i had to pick... fluff. i love some good soul crushing angst, but there's enough of that in real life so let's add some good ol' fluffy fluff to the mix.

PLOTS OR MEMES: plots have a slight edge. because i'm still kinda finding luci's voice so having a direction to run helps with that.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long, i guess. but not like novella/saga long. i think a good 2-3 paragraphs is the sweet spot.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: mornings. pretty much the exact opposite of everyone else here lol

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): *gasp* oh my goodness i love this question! um i think —-- yes, i'm totally like the devil. i too am a short, dramatic, lil' goof who's disillusioned by how terrible people can be

TAGGING: everyone who hasn't done this yet ❤️

[royale-multi-muse]

Short introduction, Rules and Fandom List

Hello all, My name is Luna, or Ki or Ohara; whichever you may prefer to call me. I am a multi-ship; multi fandom roleplayer thats fairly new to the world of Tumblr roleplaying. BEen at the roleplaying game for a few years so I do have experience. I will try and keep this short so we can get to the fun bits, haha I gladly double/triple and play whoever you may want for your muse in return for my chosen favorites. As I myself am in my 20s+ I much prefer to have a partner of at least 17+ However, if we truly click or it's a fandom that's- shall we say on the rare side {Example being; Yugioh, Shadow and Bone, etc} I may be willing to make an exception to this rule. 

IV. RULE : Triggers & such are to be discussed. Personally I only have a few; the whole ‘Daddy’ thing, and a few others we shall discuss in more detail…

VII. RULE : I have more than a few platforms I am able to go over; though my main preference would be Discord if we move offsite; I also have google Docs, Email, Skype, and Telegram.

X. RULE : Doubling, Tripling, Poly, LGBTQ++; there is /no/ judgment  on my side. I am open to anything, though I do feel it’s only fair I warn you I am a bit inexperienced in the world of roleplaying out the more- intimate bits of LGBTQ and so on; so you may have to help me with parts. As I said I have NOTHING against- love is love; and I am a proud Ally; I just do not have a ton of experience *Writing* such things yet **= Characters I'm looking for I will give just about any canon of FC a shot and double as them for you; just ask.

Fairy Tale *Loke* -only seen the first few seasons; just started-

Sherlock *BBC* *Sherlock*

Yu-Gi-Oh! *Classic* *Atem *

Vocaloid *Gaku*

1/2 Prince *Guii*

Great Mouse Detective *Basil*

Labyrinth *Jareth*

The Originals *Elijah*

Celebrities *See Clone plot; Tom Hiddleston,Tom Ellis, David Tennant, Matt Bomer, Ben Barnes or Benedict Cumberbatch*

Black Butler *Grell and/or Sebastian*

Hetalia *France*

White Collar *Neal*

Once Upon a Time *Rumple*

Rocky Horror Picture Show *Frank*

Brother's Conflict *Hikaru*

Demon Detective Neuro Nougami *Neuro*

Marvel *Loki*

Kamisama Hajimemashita/Kiss *Tomoe*

Assassin's Creed *Ezio*

Magi *Sinbad*

Kpop; Multi-Stan; Ask about a group

Youtubers *Markiplier/Damien/Dark* -Also open to something WKM based with his characters-

Lucifer

Good Omens *Crowley*

Hazbin Hotel *Alastor

Yuri On Ice *Viktor*

LoveLink *Liam Park, Min-Jae lee, Sheng Zhao, Julien Alexandre*

Shadow and Bone *Aleksander*

Bonely Hearts Club *Nox or boss*

Undertale -AU or otherwise; Mettaton *original*-

[bombmate]

💣 Rules 💣

//My name is Seth or you could call me Kakashi-sensei as well. I'm 34 years old and I’m from Brazil. I've been roleplaying for 11 years. About 4 years on forums, other websites and 7 years on tumblr.

I work at school so that’s mean pretty busy most of the time. So slow activity. And most online on the weekends. Even so I hope you enjoy your stay!

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Read my rules before follow or interaction, please.

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I don't follow personal blogs. If you have rp sideblog. Just let me know and I will check it out.

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This blog is multiship but singleship in each verse. I do not polyship. Sorry.

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Folks who follow me and I haven't followed yet. At least give me a week to see your about page and rules. I work full time and only on the weekends do I have more free time. If I liked you about page it's because I'm interested and I'll probably follow. Just give me a time alright? Only if it's been more than a week then it's likely I won't follow back.

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Despite being a bit shy, I'm always trying to interact with all my mutuals. So if you don't communicate with me, send asks, or we don't have a thread between our muses. I'm going to assume you don't want to interact at all and unfollow/soft block. I can understand that tumblr is a shit sometimes, people is busy, even hiatus. Besides that, sorry I won't be following you. And I hope you understand and respect that.

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Most active on the weekends. During the week is slow activity.

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This blog will not engage in any kind of drama. I've done this in the past and pretty much had traumatic experiences out of it. If you're involved in some kind of drama and I find out about it later, you'll get a soft block or block depending. Don't insist and I hope you just respect it.

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I'm usually pretty open minded with most fandoms. But even so I have a small list that I don't want to interact with or I don't see my muse interacting. If you are a multimuse that has muses in one of theses fandoms it's ok. I'm just going to interact with your other muses. I ask you please respect and don't insist. Note that more can be added if needed.

The fandoms are these: Five nights at Freddy's, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Lazy town, Strange Things.

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If you have no page rules or bio about your muses. Even if they are canons, it will likely I’ll not follow or follow back your rp blog.

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No godmodding, please.

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I am not native English. So forgive me for some possible typos and grammatical errors.

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I don't roleplay on Discord. It's hard to get online there. And with my scarce time it gets even worse. So please I ask you to respect this.

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I ask you to trim your posts. I probably won't follow or I'll unfollow if you tend to do that. It ends up getting too much pollution in my dash and it's complicated to navigate on desktop and mobile.

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Most slow activity. Generally, my work takes up most of my time. Plus, other IRL stuff that makes me tired as well. Sorry for that. If you are the type of mun that cannot wait for a reply for so long or you want constant interaction between our muses(or even between muns) Please don't follow me. Always do what is most comfortable for you. But if you follow me, keep in mind that I work slowly most of the time ok?

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My writing style is semi para. At least 3 or more depending on the thread. I have no problem answering longer, even I like it. One-line is more for crack reply, few asks or short interactions. Please, keep that in mind before following me.  

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Any images or art don’t belong to me, obviously, but to their rightful owners.

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Don’t force relationships with my muse. Any ships only with chemistry. Pre-established relationships can be accepted but talk to me first.

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Smut threads will be replied to an NSFW side-blog. I’m fine with fade to black as well. Remember that smut is not a priority here. It may happen but I prefer other types too.

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I don't roleplay romance or smut with underage muses. But platonic relationships, like family, friends, guardian and teacher I don't see problems. As long as it doesn't go beyond that. If you insist, I block instantly.

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Trigger themes mentioned in this blog in the vast majority will be death, gore, murder, weapons, alcohol, smoke, suggestive sexual themes and religious themes. If you have a specific trigger feel free to remind me. Personal triggers are lolicon, pedophilia, incest, rape, tripofobia. I ask that you tag these topics appropriately, please. As smut post too.

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These rules are not absolute. There might be changes, updates, or something removed at any moment.

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Thanks for reading this and I hope you have fun!

[crownshattered]

|| Not really a PSA, but instead a sort of wishlist for thread/interactions/etc. that I'd love to do~ I figured this might help get some interactions rolling!! I'm gonna make an effort to have at least one thing for each of my fandoms, so there should be something for everyone!! If you're interested in any of these things, just send me a message~!! (fandoms listed in alphabetical order)

Not all of my muses are mentioned!! That does NOT mean I don't want to write them!! If I haven't removed them from my blog, I have muse for the character and would love to write them~ i just have so many characters so i cant list them ALL...

ATLA:

It's been a minute since I've watched the original ATLA, so muse is kinda finicky... But mostly, I'd love some post-canon interactions with my Kyoshi Warrior girls, primarily Kira. Interactions with any character, really. Maybe exploring her reluctance towards the Fire Nation even after the war?

BG3:

I really wanna explore Vee dynamics with the companions~ Lots of found family fun!!

Honestly...Neth ships overall XDD She just deserves more hands to hold~

Vee in Act 2?? I just think it's neat, especially now that I'm almost done with Act 2 in my playthrough~

Honestly, I just have so much muse for BG3 that I'm happy with anything XDD Faenethra, Karlach, Vee, I'm happy to write whoever!!

BSD:

(not actually a wishlist thing but...) ngl, this fandom is pretty dead for me... You'll have to excuse how behind I am in the manga XDD

Rosalie either interacting with Poe or interacting with people who know him. I wanna do more with her "journey" to finding her brother and then what happens afterwards~

Writing more Kovit would be nice, but not many people know about him and I get that XDD

Always more Lia things, idk what but I love my girl~

please let me explore more of BSD emily... 👉👈

KNY:

ALWAYS give me the Nezuko threads~ I genuinely don't care what, I JUST LOVE MY GIRL!!

More things with Slayer! Koyuki please.?? I just think she's neat XDD

Would love some more Nezuko and Zenitsu interactions... They're very interesting~

I am BEGGING for more KNY Kira threads... I want to build my girl better, and the best way to do that is through threads and dynamics~

Genshin Impact:

Always Lyudmila interacting with her Harbingers or the other Archons~ She's so fun and silly that way XDD

Would love for Vaitiare (Focalors) to interact with more Fontaine people!! ESPECIALLY Neuvillette, omg I'd kill for that reunion XDD (i know i need to write her bio....maybe later today or tomorrow....)

PLEASE GIVE ME MORE UNDERWORLD TWIN THREADS..... Mostly Anne, but Adrian would be fun as well~ Especially threads that include both of them!! but mostly, please give me anne stuff~

Varka adopting everyone in Mondstadt, of COURSE~

Honestly.... I just want to write more Genshin Kira things XDD I will NEVER get tired of writing her, especially in that verse~ Gimme more threads of her in Fontaine!!

Hazbin Hotel:

This is kinda tricky since I only have one muse from this show BUT would love some Sera and Emily interactions.??

Sera and Lucifer interactions, DEFINITELY... Either before him falling or current timeline. There's a lot of headcanons that I have yet to unpack for that...

Maybe Sera and Alastor interacting? Idk how (I don't follow the theory that she's his "master", I think it's Lilith) but it would be interesting XDD

HSR:

Definitely HSR Lia threads. I am in desperate need for more Lia threads in this verse XDD Specifically, would love some things that somehow explore her connection to Kafka, even if it's just her briefly talking about it~

I need to actually catch up, but I'd love some threads of Kira or Stelle in Penacony~

IDV:

FIREFLY THREADS.... I love that Emily AU WAY too much to rarely use it like this... TT^TT Also Pirate Doctor!! Although I haven't developed that one nearly as much as Firefly XDD

Always more Emily threads overall~ Let me use the manor's resident doctor more!!

Would love to write more of IDV Kira, whether it be hunter or survivor... It's been a while since I've gotten to do much with her..!!

Kingdom Hearts:

Wayfinder Trio stuff, 100%~ Especially TerrAqua things!!

Really want to use KH Kira more~ Maybe just her in Radiant Garden, but I would LOVE to plot with a Lea/Axel or Isa/Saix for childhood friend stuff~

Legend of Zelda:

Anything Mipha, really XDD Would love for some interactions with her and Link, or with the other Champions (especially in the Age of Calamity universe) but honestly, I just want to write my girl more~

Stardew Valley:

Definitely SDV Kira XDD I want to explore more of her character in the town, mostly through interacting with other townspeople or farmer ocs. Would also love ships~ Mostly, I just want to explore more of her "romance path" if that makes any sense XDD

TWEWY:

SHOKA THINGS!! Really interested in anything Shoka, whether it be post-canon or during-canon. Mostly would love interactions with Rindo and/or Fret (including ships with either of them) but honestly?? I just want anything XDD

More TWEWY Kira threads would be fun!!

TWST:

I really want to do more with TWST Kira and Lia... Especially Kira~

More Octavinelle interactions for Floyd mayhaps..??

Would love some Diasomnia family things with Malleus~

i ALWAYS want more frozen trio (alanna, isfrid, kristian) interactions....

I think that's it for now.?? May add more later XDD Anyways, just HMU if you like any of those things!!

[fictionalchonkycorner]

(Please read in full before interaction!!!)Hello everyone! Yet I'm Back again from the grave , or at least from others perspectives . I'm doing another revamp of this blog , since my interests in characters changed and are a bit outdated! Though there may be more males atm in my muse list I'm still trying to get back into some females for a little mix for those who like either! This is a multi muse and Fandom blog based around rps , and the theme is most likely obvious , kink related !! I'll make this blog multi kink , though I may do some seperate blogs depending on some .

I'm 21, and I go by Cherri , CherriMocha, etc. Based off of my ponysona! I'll make a updated ref soon of her since she's a muse of mine . And some other ocs of mine.

This is both cannon and oc friendly! Since I am using both of them basically 😅 I'll post refs of them as time goes on but I'll put short descriptions in their bio here .

I have sfw blogs to ! Though their in revamping stages to!

Now let's get started with fandoms and muses! It's a wip and I do have some changes in moods now and then! Please note in kink related rps I am at most part a feedee/sub!

Rules!!

Don't Spam Dms or notes , it's annoying

If I don't reply , I'm busy , not doing ok or want me time

Don't tell me who to be (It's ok suggesting just don't be bossy)

Don't expect me to answer right away, I may be doing something for a few

Please have some literate wording.(if I start to mess up on that I'm most likely tired)

Fandoms

MLP

Pokemon

Baldis Basics

Scp Containment Breach

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Cookie Run

DHMIS

MORE TBD!!

Muses

CherriMocha- Ponysona: cherri is a deer pony hybrid who lives in the outskirts of ponyville and near the ever free forest, she used to be in a deer tribe and is the daughter of the cheif buck (can't spell) when she came of age she refused to be the next in line due to not really being into the ordeal and would like to choose her own path. This making her have some issues with her father.

The Rot(Multifandom Friendly): The rot , not really having a specific gender , can be either is the spawn of lucifer(an oc) and an angel hybrid. It's attitude isn't really great and is mostly an asshole most of the time. It's main goal is to basically torment souls and hosts etc. But it is the demon of lust/gluttony. It's body is made of a corrosive substance which can be toxic to mortal beings.

Brock(Pokemon): Brock in my au is a early young adult who in others eyes is like a normal person. But taking a closer look and getting to know him he isn't really fully human. He has elemental abilities like his parents and has a rock hard shell on his skin. He has elemental abilities but also counters with weaknesses. His main powers are based of pokemon types like ground/rock, normal, fire, and fairy type abilities and can shape-shift into certain pokemon. His main being an onix and eevee!. He has a hard time though controlling his abilities and feelings and can go out of hand quickly. But tries to keep it all a secret due to team rocket and others calling him a monster etc.

Almond Cookie (Cookierun): Almond in my au is a difficult guy, being turned into a half bat-cat by a magic mishap and is still grumpy about it. He's a workaholic who rarely keeps his hair nice and tidy and is tired alot. Being nocturnal he hates the bright sun and goes in hiding. He doesn't really get along well with others well (especially Roguefort) and is always out for his family. He can become a half bat-cat and full with his full form being able to change size depending on his mood!

Cotton-oc: cotton is my fursona , whis a cat/dragon hybrid. To make this short she has a personality similar to pinkie pie and spinel , and is always joyful!

Flint/Pokemon-AU: Flint (if most of you don't know) is brocks father in the indigo league series . In my au is the same. But like brock he has elemental abilities and has a monster like form of a half draconaquis. (Pokemon ver) he is protective of his family and is always there to try and be a good father, though him and Brock have a iffy father son relationship.

Twilight Sparkle

Princess Luna

Fluttershy

Rainbow Dash

Kink List

Weight Gain (Main)

Preg (both male/female) (just no s*x)

Slob, Blob(immobility)

Barn TF(pig, cow , etc)

Normal Tf

Will not do

Anything too sexual

Vore

Anything to gross (other then weight gain related stuff)

We can discuss if you want a private rp or chat on more!!

That's it on info for now!! I'll be updating when I can !

[heyslutsitswinter]

Echo is really unique among my other hazbin muses as rather than being born in hell or being genuinely evil in some shape or form, her biggest sin is being a mindless follower

Yeah, the person she murdered when she was alive definitely had it coming and she did feel bad afterwards. But shutting herself off from society, and coping by watching TV all day is definitely the worst way to respond to trauma, while to some extent it’s not her fault due to the poor mental health treatment when she alive, but as someone that suffers from insomnia and clinical depression (along with other disorders) at a certain point you have to choose to attempt to get better and Echo never did.

Currently (though it depends on the version of Vox somewhat) she’s extremely loyal to her boss on carrying if others get hurt, if she gets hurt or if what he’s doing is extremely corrupt. Like yeah the man has her soul via contract and she can’t fight back, but doesn’t mean she has to be this loyal and comply this much because it’s easier to her. At a certain point you have to at least try to get better or do something

It’s less of a 

“Society sucks-”

“YET YOU LIVE IN SOCIETY HMMMM?”

And more of a 

“Society sucks, but I refuse to even attempt to change it.”

Like? Does that make sense? Echo doesn’t have to be a hardcore rebel but she doesn’t have to choose to support the society because she thinks it’s easier.

[sssardonian-ssserpent]

what’s your NOTP when it comes to your muse?

((PENTNISS. PENTNISS 100%!

Putting my reasons why down below, if you’re a PentNiss fan, and you don’t want to read why I don’t like the ship, don’t continue to read.

First off, really quick, No offense to people who do like PentNiss, you do you, but this is just my own personal opinion on the matter. I don’t like it because it frankly, to me, does not feel like a genuine ship with real chemistry, or at the very least, it doesn’t feel like anything that’s concrete, and the things that are concrete, I personally don’t like. Since Arackniss has not had a debut, either in the comics or in the show, we have no idea what his character is like outside of concept art, so therefore, all ideas of Arackniss and his personality vary from person to person.

Now, that’s completely fine, everyone has different ideas of how different muses tend to behave to a degree, and that’s perfectly ok. The crux of the issue here is that, to me, or at least from how I’ve seen the general fandom write these two, Arackniss always tends to be the same thing: a self-loathing closeted gay man that constantly lives in fear of his father who also happens to be a sharp shooter and a gun slinger that flips back and forth between fucking Pent for kicks and being mean as hell to him when Pent tries to actually be affectionate towards him, or crying to himself about it, and Pentious always tends to be the overly sweet, overly affectionate doting boyfriend that is either constantly showering him with doe-eyed love and adoration or is effectively white-knighting him the entire time and being a bastion of protection against Henroin toward Arackniss. Which…I just cannot see for the life of me.

Ignoring the whole “Arackniss isn’t in canon media yet so we have no idea what he’s actually going to behave like”, I personally cannot stand the way Pentious is written in this ship. I can’t say if people write him in a similar fashion in other ships, I haven’t been reading much Hazbin fanfic for that specific reason, but I’ve noticed this infuriating trend in the fandom overall, and especially in PentNiss where Pentious is just watered down to some weak, defenseless little coward that gets beaten up over and over by everyone around him, cries at the drop of a hat, or is actively portrayed as some meek socially inept idiot that can’t so much as swat a fly much less actively kill people. And in PentNiss especially, where Pentious is oft described as so incredibly in love with Arackniss despite Arackniss basically doing nothing but fucking Pent over and over (literally everything I’ve seen about the ship is just a constant trend of the both of them going at it) that he coos and fawns over him relentlessly with big wide eyes and has a cute little nickname for Arackniss and treats him like a damn housewife, I find it especially annoying.

Pentious is an actual megalomaniac, he is a straight up egotist that is killing people inside his ship the first time we see him in the pilot, and boasts about himself the entire time, when would he EVER treat anyone in his life with that level of sheer devotion and love unless they somehow became more worthy of that love than himself? When would he ever show that much affection for anyone? The only way that would ever happen is if the person in question proves themselves to be worthy enough for that in Pent’s eyes, and frankly, if you’ll allow me to be blunt, I just don’t see Arackniss being slightly good with guns and sharp shooting to be able to win over Pent so easily. I just can’t, and I frankly find it a little bit infuriating how vastly this ship dwarfs so many others when, to me, there are so many other ships with better potential.))

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request: 🌟 Hellou!! I love ur work!! ❤️❤️❤️ Is it possible tó ha e a Alastor and younger(like 4 years younger) reader who have nightmares of his death sonetimes, cause she saw itt Back then, and go to big bother Alastor for comfort? 🦌

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a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a quick one-shot but my hand slipped and I wrote 9500+ words instead. oops. anyway, I hope this meets your expectations, enjoy!

gif, original work and characters do not belong to me

pairing: Alastor x sister! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

warnings: mentions of death, bit of angst, traumatic events, toxic relationship if you squint, Alastor being Alastor but softer for reader

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It never rained down in Hell, no matter how ardently you had sometimes wished to feel the drops pouring down your robes. Even during your longest nights, the ones haunted by nightmares and long-forgotten memories resurfacing at your weakest, it would never rain like it did in those Gothic Novels your darling brother used to read you back in the day: you were no virtuous protagonist and never would the skies cry for your misery. It was probably one of the worst downsides of being stuck in Hell for all eternity: the equally eternal blood red sky forever looming over your head, serving as a reminder of your infernal punishment.

When you'd wake up in the middle of the night, after a particularly vivid nightmare, there was no pouring rain to muffle the sound of your hopeless wailings, no thunder to distract your spinning mind from its panic. Therefore, you found yourself continously seeking comfort from the only person you held dear to your now dead cold heart: Alastor, The Radio Demon, whom you had the privilege to refer to as your darling brother (at least in the privacy of your own bedchamber) - older brother to be precise, even if only by a few years. You had always been extremely fond of your sibiling, looking up to him as a role model - definitely not your wisest decision since it had landed you among the sinners of Hell. That's not to say you had any regrets, Heaven seemed like an awfully dreadful and boring place if you were to be completely honest.

Alastor, on his part, had affectionately doted on you back on the surface, taking his little sweetling under his protective wing as if his sole purpose in life had been to take care of you. As a consequence, on more occasions than you cared to remember, you had felt utterly asphixiated by your brother's undivided attention all your life, and quarrels had been a daily occurrence whenever his protective behavior clashed with your own desire for freedom. Your lovely mother had always been there to try and defuse your heated altercations, the poor woman; your dear brother and you, however, both shared the same stubbornness and desire to prevail on others, so that whenever your strong personalities came to oppose, trouble was always certain to follow suit.

You wished you'd appreciated his concerns more when you had been given the chance. Now in the afterlife, shows of affection were hard to come by. Mayhap that had been the worst punishment inflicted upon you after death: the privilege of having your dear brother by your side without actually being able to cherish and bask in his caring regards. Mayhap the illustrious Dante had been right in his musings all along: the law of retaliation had taken away from you the one thing you had never really appreciated in life, making you realize just how much you had taken for granted. Now that your brother had become Hell's greatest menace, an overlord to make things worse, weakness in any shape or form could and would not be tolerated under any circumstance, for both his and your sake.

Luckily, no demon in the seven circles suspected that the feared Radio Demon had any siblings to begin with, thanks to Alastor's foresight.

Your identity was to be kept secret at all costs in order to avoid undesired repercussions. If anyone were to even suspect you had any kind of connection to the Radio Demon - Alastor had told you - overlords and lesser demons alike would be at your throat in the span of a heartbeat. If given the chance, no enemy of his would ever hesitate to stoop as low as to attack him were it hurt the most, where he was most vulnerable. And that chance, he was not willing to give any time soon. You both had already died once and you were not keen on repeating the experience.

So you had followed his every order ever since your fall into the pits, leading a life death away from your darling brother and his chaotic ways - the one thing he hadn't been able to prevent in life -, keeping a low profile as a common denizen of Hell. Alastor would unsuspiciously check up on you every now and then, but his visits had been as rare as it was to see an angel in Hell - seeing him once a year was truly an unfair torture. Time went by and you grew more and more lonely as you mostly kept to yourself and wasted your days away in a nice apartment away from prying eyes. You were a nobody in Hell, and that was how things were meant to be.

Things changed when Alastor unexpectedly showed up at your doorstep for the second time in a year, blabbering about the newest project he'd involved himself with. His words betrayed unusual enthusiasm, a mood you had learned to be usually spurred on by the prospect of carnage and bloodshed or his precious radio broadcasts. Whenever he came to see you, he always showered you in gifts and praise, but it had been centuries since you had seen your brother so excited over... anything, really. Therefore, witnessing his cheeriness brought a genuine smile on your face. You were a little jealous you weren't the reason why he felt so giddy, but you couldn't complain as spending time with him was the greatest gift you could ever ask for these days. So when he told you you'd be moving into this phantomatic Hazbin Hotel, where he'd be staying for a while as well, you were impossibly ecstatic. Alastor had gently caressed your cheek and, in one of his rare moments of tenderness, softened his voice as if to lull you away:

“My dear, it has always pained me so to leave you here to your lonesome, but I am certain you understand that I always ever meant to protect you from harm.”

Unexpectedly, as most of his actions were, your dear brother spun you around into his arms as if he were coaxing you into a dance - which would probably be the case, knowing him. His words were impossibly haughty now, as if a switch had gone off in his mind:

“But now sweetling, now the time has come to finally put an end to this painful arrangement. You'll be joining me at this whimsical Hazbin Hotel our dear princess is so enthusiastic about!”

You knew better than to question Alastor and his ways, so you simply nodded your approval, glad to finally be able to leave that god forsaken apartment you had been locked in for far more than you cared to admit. And so you moved to the hotel - still keeping your true identity a secret, mind you. You were introduced as one of Alastor's acquantances, much like both Niffty and Husk were. Nobody questioned your unexpected presence and Charlie (much more than everybody else) welcomed you with opened arms into her precious hotel. When you offered to lend a hand with whatever she needed, she was utterly ecstatic. All in all, you were quick to adapt to the new situation.

The new accommodation, however, brought about quite a lot of new issues as well.

Spending so much time with Astor, for one, even if pretending not to be as close as siblings should be, awakened long forgotten memories about your life on Earth, most of which you would have preferred to keep locked away. During your very busy days, you were able to distract yourself from your scattered thoughts and memories; at night, however, your subconscious relentlessly haunted you in the form of nightmares and there was nothing you could really do to prevent it.

It was inevitable that you'd start losing sleep, as the only way to evade the cage that your mind had become was not to sleep at all. Astor had grown increasingly worried about your sleep-deprived state, even if he tried not to show it, masking his concern with his usual smile and charming talks:

“You will chase away any potential patrons looking so disheveled and shabby, my dear. Charlie will surely be heartbroken.”

You wouldn't have put it past him to manipulate you through guilt, but you knew that Alastor was truly worried about your health. His gaze, cryptic to most, felt all too familiar to you, just like the expressiveness of his smile held no secrets from you anymore. Needless to say, as fond of him as you were, you tried to sleep once again.

Then one night everything changed: it had been the worst night of your undead life, and the best one too.

The deafening sound of gunshots had echoed through your unconscious mind, increasingly loud footsteps and dogs barking so loud that you subconsciously jerked in your sleep. A call to your name, desperate, hopeless and scared. You saw him, his beautiful maroon eyes that had once only pooled in fondness for you, now dark and miserable. But they held promise too, a promise to fulfill maybe someday, in another life.

“I'm sorry (Y/N)”

His smile had dropped.

So had you.

You woke up screaming, trashing about in your bed. Sweat clung to your brow, your mind in a frenzied panic searched for something concrete and real to cling to. Was your brother alright? Satan, you hoped so. He had to be, he couldn't leave you again, you had to go to him, to see him, you didn't want to lose him again, you wouldn't bear the pain - you almost tripped in the bedsheets as you scrambled to the door.

When you arrived to Alastor's door, you had yet to calm down. You rapidly knocked on the hard wood, agitation evident in both your jerky movements and shivering hands.

“Alastor, Alastor, please. Open up. It's me” you desperately whispered.

As the door gently opened, your brother stepped into the darkness of the hallway and you unceremoniously flung yourself to him, clinging to his neck as if it were your lifeline. Your tears wet his robes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to apologize. You felt like you had almost lost him again after all those years of seclusion.

But he was alive and he was with you. That's all you could hope for and far more than you thought you deserved.

Alastor uncharacteristically started to pat your head, as if trying to console you even though he had little to no experience in that area. His movements were uncertain, but as you lifted your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes, you realized no words would ever convey as much affection as Alastor's eyes did in that brief moment. His smile never faltered - even if it had become a bit strained - but you hadn't expected it to. It made you smile through your tears, despite yourself. You realized in that moment you'll forever be the only one allowed to touch Alastor without eliciting his wrath. That fact alone enough for you to truly appreciate the amount of control he'd give up in order to comfort you. He gently brought you to his bed and sat you down next to him.

“Are you quite alright sister dear? You know, those awful tears don't suit you at all! I rather much prefer your blinding smile!”

You smiled wider this time, for him, to let him know that you were indeed grateful.

“Oh, now that wasn't so difficult, was it?”

When he kissed your forehead, you almost broke up crying once again: it had been so long since you and your brother had been so close. The gesture warmed your long dead heart and you tried to return the favor by kissing his cheek. Nobody had ever been that intimate with the Radio Demon and lived to tell the tale, but in that moment he was no demon of hell: he was just Alastor, your dear brother who had doted on you in life and kept protecting you in death too - even though his ways weren't the most orthodox.

“I missed you Al. Please, don't ever leave me again.”

“I most certainly shall not, my sweet little darling. It's a promise.”

You were glad he let you stay with him for the rest of the night. No words were needed as he brought you close and took your hands into his. You both laid on the bed, in a rare moment of peace and quiet. It reminded you of your childhood on Earth and how you'd always sneak out of your room during the night to sleep next to him - you had always been afraid of the dark after all. Only in your adulthood had you learned that there are worse things than darkness one should fear.

After eons of suffering and terrible loneliness, everything finally fell into its rightful place.

Alastor was safe and so were you.

That was all that mattered.

[ficcrimes]

pep talk

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Sir Pentious  A/N: for kinktober; day 2: dirty talk. Summary: settling in at the hotel is a little harder than Sir Pentious thought. Angel knows how to help. 

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The whole idea of redemption was honestly laughable, especially to someone who had been in Hell for well over a hundred years now. But, in retrospect, maybe it was that length of time and all that had come and gone with it that made Sir Pentious at least consider the Princess’ offer of a room at her hotel. 

Considering it and actually partaking would turn out to be two incredibly different things. Settling into a place he had tried to attack, that was also housing the Radio Demon, turned out to be much easier said than done. And given Sir Pentious’ track record of successes of any sort, he couldn’t quite help but feel like this could have all been some sort of elaborate scheme to make a mockery of him. 

It made relaxing ridiculously hard to do. 

And that didn’t go unnoticed. 

“You been here almost two weeks, and you’re still jumpin’ and hissin’ at the littlest things,” Angel teased, letting himself into the snake demon’s room. Sir Pentious would have argued this, had he not in fact just coiled into a striking position with his hood flared simply because he’d heard his bedroom door creaking open. 

He tried another tactic, instead. Clearing his throat, he smoothed his hood down and fixed the spider demon with a scowl. 

“Don’t you know better than to just come into someone’s room unannounced?” he asked, but didn’t give Angel time to answer. He rolled his eyes. “You’d think with all of your earnings, you could afford some manners.” 

If the comment bothered Angel, he didn’t let it show. He grinned and allowed himself a slow walk around Sir Pentious’ room, taking in the few details it had to offer so far. It was barely decorated. He wasn’t comfortable in this space at all. 

“You really oughtta relax, old man. ‘Specially if you’re stickin’ around this joint for the long haul,” he said, turning to face Pentious again and decidedly letting some of his weight rest against a dresser. Two hands braced himself, but the second pair crossed over his torso as he seemed to be staring the snake down. 

Sir Pentious gave a little huff and instead made a gesture toward Angel with one hand. “And you ought to get your backside off of my bureau.” 

Angel’s grin sharpened. “Oh, yeah? Got somewhere else you’d like it t’be?” 

This time, it didn’t take Sir Pentious very long at all to understand what Angel was saying. He gave a little hiss of frustration, rolling his eyes. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Angel said, and shoved off of the dresser. “But you gotta admit, it might help ya relax.” He moved closer to Sir Pentious, and couldn’t help but grin again, sharp and wide, as the snake clumsily slithered backward to avoid him. Or, at least, did his best to do so. His body wasn’t made to move like that, and so he soon enough wound up tipping over and right onto the bed. 

By the time he braced himself on his elbows, Angel was already standing over him, one long leg on either side of his tail. 

“I do not need your particular favors to help me relax!” Sir Pentious argued, trying his best to maintain eye contact and not look at Angel’s grin, or chest, or legs. 

“Oh, no~?” Angel mused, and let himself lean forward. He made no effort to touch the other demon yet, and there were still a few good inches between them. This didn’t stop Sir Pentious from leaning back just a little more on his elbows. 

“Who’da thought it’d be this easy to getcha on your back,” Angel teased. “Come on, Pent. When’s the last time someone touched ya?” 

“That’s none of your business!” Pentious snapped back, hood flaring. Angel had a sneaking suspicion it was more out of embarrassment than real anger this time. 

“That long, huh?” Now Angel was leaning in closer, one set of hands pressing into the mattress, dangerously close to Sir Pentious’ shoulders. “No wonder you’re wound so tight.” 

“I - I am not - ” As much as he would have liked to argue all of this, Sir Pentious was gradually accepting he may have been outmatched in this particular situation. And now, with Angel so close, in such a private space, saying the things he was saying, it was getting just that little bit harder to think straight.  

“Uh huh,” Angel grinned again, and slowly let himself sink down so that his knees were on the bed. “C’mon. Lemme help ya out. I can make ya feel real good.” 

Sir Pentious drew in a deep breath, and only now acknowledged that Angel was wearing some sort of perfume. He gave a low groan of defeat and let himself fall back completely onto the bed, draping one arm over his face. 

“I am never going to hear the end of this, am I?” 

Angel snorted. “What happens in this room, stays in this room, babe. Gimme more credit than that.” 

Carefully, Angel lowered himself down onto the thick base of Sir Pentious’ tail, letting his weight settle and letting Pentious adjust accordingly. He was far from concerned about the eyes on the other’s lower extremities, and focusing more on whether or not Sir Pentious actually wanted this. 

He was coming on strong, but if this really wasn’t wanted, he’d stop. No questions asked. 

For now, though, he wasted no time in urging that arm away from Sir Pentious’ face and kissing him hard. The muffled and surprised whimper that came from Sir Pentious made him grin when he pulled away again. 

“Let’s see what other sounds I can getcha to make,” he purred, kissing Sir Pentious’ cheek, and then down to his neck. 

Sir Pentious groaned, shifting his weight beneath Angel. “Are you going to talk the whole time?” he questioned. He tried to sound annoyed, but Angel knew he was embarrassed. 

“I can do other things with my mouth, if that’s whatcha want,” was Angel’s reply, earning another strangled groan from the demon under him. It took everything Angel had not to cackle then and there. This was too easy. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Angel continued, leaning back up and working Sir Pentious’ jacket and vest undone. He shoved the material open, running sharp nails over smooth scales, careful to avoid the eye in the center of his chest. He did this a few times before decidedly sliding himself down along the tail between his legs until he was kneeling on the floor instead of the bed. Even with this change of position, there was still a considerable amount of Pentious trailing out behind him. 

He made it a point to squeeze with his calves and knees as he leaned over and kissed at Pentious’ ribs and stomach. 

“How long’s it been since someone sucked your dick, hm?” Angel murmured against his lower stomach now. “Do you even remember what that feels like?” 

Teeth and tongue grazed his scales, and Sir Pentious didn’t have to try too hard to imagine what Angel’s mouth in particular was going to feel like. He couldn’t bring himself to answer, and instead just let himself groan again. 

It didn’t take much longer at all for him to open up, both shafts flushed and desperate for whatever attention Angel was willing to give them. 

“Oh, shit. You got two dicks?” the spider asked, shamelessly taking hold of one and rubbing. “How does that work, huh? Do they shoot at the same time, or am I gonna have to work twice as hard to get you off, old man?” 

“A-Angel, please!” Pentious grunted, earning himself a squeeze and a little tug from Angel. 

“Ooh. That’s it. Say please like that again for me.” 

Whether he meant to comply or not, Sir Pentious gave a frustrated jerk of his hips, groaning, “please! And stop talking!” 

“Whatever you say,” Angel grinned, and there was no warning before his mouth was on one of the two shafts Pentious had to offer. The other, not to be neglected, was quickly taken by one of Angel’s hands. 

If Pentious’ quiet grunts and moans didn’t give away just how much he was enjoying this as they went along, the way the tip of his tail gradually coiled around one of Angel’s ankles and squeezed did. It was almost cute, actually, but Angel wasn’t about to let his mind wander too far as he worked. 

With his mouth and one hand at work on Pentious’, he let two more hands wander over his hips and lower stomach. He shuddered under every little touch, and it made Angel grin around him. He really was too easy to fluster, and Angel would remember that. 

After all, just one round like this probably wasn’t going to do the job of getting someone this high strung to relax.

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———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Peggy

PRONOUNS: she / her / 

ZODIAC SIGN:  Aquarius 

TAKEN OR SINGLE: single, but talking to people here & there

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

You know Triston from Yugioh Abridged?? I can do a solid impersonation of his voice. It started out just as me and my sister joking around, but we were pretty shocked when I did so good at doing his voice. The voice of super strength. 

I’m studying to be a professional animator & storyteller! And I’m applying for summer internships left and right. Kind of stressful, but at least I’m doing what I love.

I’m a cosplayer! I’ve got almost 8 homemade or purchased cosplays under my belt. It’s really fun & I love dressing up as characters. 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

so i can’t really say I’ve been roleplaying since 2013, but I had a young Elsa & Vanellope blog waaaaay back in 2014. Yata, yata, stuff happened & I dropped tumblr for a while. Then Sing came around in 2017 and I hopped right back to it! I’m super thankful for everyone being patient with me in my earlier years. Especially when I wasn’t the best writer, but I think I’ve gotten much better over the years! I’ve also written a few drabbles just for myself to learn character mannerisms and stuff. But heck! I’d say 5 years of experience is pretty great!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

 I’m always more attracted to male muses than female muses. I’ve been trying to balance it out, but male muses are where I thrive! It might be because I was cast in way more male roles in theater productions, or because male characters are (unfairly) better written than most female characters. But apart from gender, I really get attached to dad characters, characters with abandonment issues, characters with repressed feelings, and all around goofball characters. I try to stay away from IRL horror stuff, but things like Hazbin, Helluva, & Villainous don’t bother me too much. I can handle cartoons. 

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: fluff! who doesn’t love it! More present on my blog than it used to be tbh and i’m really happy about it! I love all the silly & fun character interactions I’m getting now-a-days. 

ANGST: absolute sucker for it!!! I could do angst all day tbh, I love, conflict between muses, or hurt/comfort, or really anything. Long paragraph angst is something I absolutely adore. It’ll never get old

SMUT: definitely more comfortable with it than I used to be! Though it’s still rare here, I’m getting more comfortable with writing sexy time headcanons & the occasional sexy ic stuff. Of course, it’s is a solid line of only writing it with muns im comfortable with. 

PLOT / MEMES: I can and will come into your IMs and yell multiparagraph headcanons at my friends. Plotting is WHERE IT’S AT my dudes. I have plots with my mutuals that we haven’t even written out yet publicly, but they are there and I love them so very much. I love crafting whole-ass stories in IMs. As for memes! Heck yeah I love memes!! I’m not very good at sending them, especially to people I haven’t interacted with in a while, but I’m gonna try to get better at it. But my inbox is ALWAYS open for memes.

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[sevensstories]

A Bottle of Courvoisier

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor Ships: Radiodust Updates: One-shot, y’all! Warnings: Alcohol mention, soft gore mention, mature language

Follow the link to read it on AO3, or just read it under the cut!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21673123

Alastor liked cognac.

Alastor liked fucking cognac.

Angel Dust would have never in a million years guessed that as Alastor's drink of choice. The blood of the innocent maybe, but not cognac. Not alcohol period. He was always so composed, so cold and calculated, that when he stumbled upon the radio demon nursing an empty bottle of Courvoisier at the hotel bar he was too shocked to even comment. Husker was nowhere to be seen, and Alastor was…

Well, to put it lightly, Alastor was plastered.

He didn't realize that at first, though. Alastor had his arms up on the bar and his face nestled in the crook of his elbow, like he was trying to take a nap. Angel Dust really just wanted to keep walking, but something stopped him. Something wasn't right.

"Al?" No response. "Hey, Alastor. You alright there, pal?"

Alastor made a sound that was a mix between a hum and radio static. Well, at least it was a response. Angel Dust leaned against the bar and tried to peek at Alastor's face, making sure to keep his distance. He didn't need to lose an arm just because he was caught being soft and doing something stupid. Really, really stupid.

"Alastor? Heh, you're not nappin' on the job, are you? Cause I don't think Charlie would-- WHOA!"

Angel Dust yelped as a lanky arm was thrown over his shoulders, Alastor pulling him down so their cheeks were pressed together. "Angel Dust, my good man! I was wondering when you would saunter my way!"

"You, uh, ya were…?" Angel Dust did not miss the flush in Alastor's cheeks and the scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Well of course I was! I've been starved of your company!" Alastor nuzzled his cheek, voice crackling with uncontrolled static. "That was quite cruel of you, my fellow, quite cruel indeed."

"You. Wanted to spend time with me." Angel Dust's tone was as dry as the bottom of Alastor's bottle. "Okay, now I know you're wasted. Why don't we, uh, why don't we get you to your room, yeah? Before anyone sees you like this and you murder me when you sober up."

"Oh, buy my dear Angel Dust, why would I ever do that?" Alastor looked at him with laughable innocence.

Angel Dust grabbed Alastor around the waist and hoisted him out of his chair. Luckily having extra arms made guiding drunk murder machines all the easier. "Uh, 'cause ya hate me? 'Cause I'm too flirty, and ya think I'm gross, and the only reason ya haven't killed me yet is it would be a PR nightmare for the hotel?"

Much to Angel Dust’s surprise, Alastor didn’t even hesitate to lean against him. The warmth radiating from the radio demon should have been concerning, but Angel Dust had never really gotten close enough to him to know whether or not this was normal. For right now it was probably best to just ignore it. Luckily, Alastor’s room was just down the hall so he wouldn’t have to risk his hide for too long. He started walking, Alastor’s stumbling footsteps sounding beside his.

Alastor’s smile faded a bit, though not completely. In truth, Angel Dust had never seen him without it. “Oh that’s not true, not true at all! I quite like you, you know.”

Angel Dust snorted. Yeah, Alastor was definitely drunk off his ass. “Oh yeah? Since when?”

“Since…” Alastor paused, pursing his lips a bit. “Well, since never I suppose.” The grin came back full force, and he looked up at Angel Dust with a level of enthusiasm usually reserved for schemes and carnage. “But I like you very much right now! What a wonderful friend you are, braving the spinning hallways just to get me to my room!”

“They’re only spinning for you, pal.” Angel Dust stopped at Alastor’s door. “Speaking of your room, we’re here so I’ll just leave you to i--”

“Oh nonsense!” Alastor shoved the door open and dragged Angel Dust inside with a strength that would have been very useful during the walk over. “Come in, come in! I could use the company you know.”

Angel Dust did his best to stop himself from being dragged into the room, but Alastor was stronger than he expected. Well, at least he had tried. “I mean, if you insist I guess.” He glanced around the room, taking note of the red and black decor. Not many surprises there. It was simpler than he expected, his only furniture being a wardrobe, dresser, bed, and nightstand. A small, old-timey radio sat on the dresser and a lamp rested on the nightstand. But the bed, oh the bed, it made even Angel Dust jealous. Black pillows, a black, plush comforter, and red sheets. Were those silk? If they were… well, that had implications.

He briefly wondered how painful his death would be tomorrow when Alastor was sobered up.

“Oh but I do!” The garbled static pulled Angel Dust from his thoughts. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Angel Dust glanced around the room once again. “Yeah, Al, I don’t know if ya noticed, but you don’t got any chairs.”

“No, but the bed will do just fine.” As if to emphasize his point, Alastor sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him.

“Ah-ha, ya know, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Angel Dust said with a nervous smile, taking a small step backwards. He liked keeping his arms on his body, and he was sure he’d have more than enough to answer for in the morning as it was. That was, if Alastor even remembered this. He was pretty toasted. “I think I’m gonna head back ta my room, but thanks for the invite. Really.”

Angel Dust was not at all prepared for what came next.

Alastor’s smile faded. In its entirety. He looked horribly disappointed, so much so that his ears actually pressed back. Angel Dust had never seen them move before, he was almost convinced they weren’t actually ears but just immobile tufts of hair. Alastor glanced down, his disappointment reflecting in his tone in a way that made Angel Dust’s heart ache. “Ah, yes, I… I suppose this is awfully imposing. Expecting you to stay when I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, and I have been less than kind to you in the past.”

“Exactly!” Angel Dust said, a tad too eagerly. “So I should probably go, and I…” He trailed off, taking in the heartbreaking expression on Alastor’s face. A demon famous for carnage should not be able to pull off puppy eyes. “...oh God damn it. Fine.”

Angel Dust didn’t miss the way Alastor perked up when he sat next to him, both sets of arms crossed. “But I want booze, ya hear me? I’m not doing this sober.”

“Oh but of course!” The grin was back, a glimmer of excitement lighting up Alastor’s eyes. “What’s your poison? I’m sure I can come up with something that’s to your liking.”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say somethin’ sweet is a bit much for ya right now,” Angel Dust mused. He considered a moment before speaking again. “Ya know what? I’ll take whisky. It’ll be like old times.”

Alastor snapped and Angel Dust was holding a bottle of Whisky. Well, wasn’t that just nifty. “Old times, you say? Was this your drink of choice?”

“Choice is a strong word.” Angel Dust uncapped the bottle and took a swig, the liquor burning his throat like a trail of fire.

Alastor’s smile turned inquisitive. “If you don’t like it, then why do you drink it?”

Angel Dust shrugged, taking another sip. Damn that was strong. “Habit. Ya gotta look tough when you’re in the mafia, ya know? Tough guys don’t drink frou-frou stuff.”

Alastor’s brows arched in surprise. “The mafia? You?”

Angel Dust sighed. This motherfucker. “I swear, you gotta be the one person in hell who don’t know. Yeah, I was a mobster before I died. That was my whole schtick. Just ‘cause Val don’t let me out on jobs doesn’t mean I don’t still got it.”

“The mafia…” Alastor mused, vacant stare drawn to his empty bottle. “I suppose, then, you have quite the body count.”

“What?” Angel Dust glanced over, taken off guard by the question. “Uh… yeah, I mean, I’ve killed people. Why?”

Alastor hummed, taking a sip from the now not empty bottle. When did that happen? “I supposed I just never pegged you for the type is all.”

“Not sure if I should be flattered or offended,” Angel Dust snorted.

“Probably both.” Alastor’s smile had a hint of fondness that Angel Dust wasn’t ready for. “Honestly, it’s an appealing thought.”

Angel Dust cocked a brow. “What, me killin’ people?”

Alastor nodded. “Quite. It was my specialty, after all.”

“Oh yeah?” Angel Dust took another swig, this one a bit longer. The soft haze of intoxication was beginning to mask the bitter tang of his drink. “Vaggie told me ya caused a lot of demons a lot of trouble. Blood and carnage and all that.”

“No no, not here,” Alastor waved him off, then paused. “...well, yes here, but that’s not what I was talking about. In life, I mean.”

Angel Dust froze mid-drink. In life? He put the bottle down and swallowed, glancing over at Alastor’s thoughtful expression. He could be wrong, but that one little tidbit of information was probably more than anyone else in the history of hell had ever gotten from the infamous radio demon. He was “shrouded in mystery”, as Vaggie had told him several times. “That, uh… that so?”

“Oh yes.” Alastor took another sip, wavering a bit. A responsible drinking partner would have taken his Courvoisier away and given him some water by now, as he was clearly drunk enough. Good thing he was with Angel Dust. “I was quite the prolific serial killer in my day. Sooo many bodies…”

Angel Dust found himself frozen, transfixed by the information he was being given and silently praying for Alastor to continue. Any insight to the enigma that was the radio demon was more than welcome. “That uh… that so?”

“Oh yes.” Alastor traced the pad of his thumb around the rim of his bottle, lost in his own thoughts. “Especially in the 20s. You know, you can read all the anatomy books you’d like, but nothing will ever teach you so much as having a corpse right in front of you.”

“...oh yeah?” Angel Dust was now wondering if he should have drank more to prepare for this conversation, because if Alastor admitted he was a necrophiliac he was going to lose his shit.

Alastor took another sip out of his bottle before nodding. “Believe me, I would know. For example, did you know that the eyes don’t close on their own, and if you attempt to force them they just open again? Or that the blood will pool to whatever side you leave the body on?” A dangerous smile played on his lips at the memories. “Or that the dead can sit straight up due to a misfire of nerves, very much startling the poor, unsuspecting serial killer chopping them to bits?”

Angel Dust felt himself relax a bit. Okay, not a necrophiliac, just a psycho. He could work with that. “Huh. I knew the eye thing, but not the other stuff. Got any other weird shit to share?”

Alastor looked up at him, absolutely delighted at his interest. “Oh, I most certainly do! I do hope you don’t have anywhere to be, because I could talk about this all night.”

Angel Dust let out a light laugh, setting his bottle down. No, he wanted to be sober for this. Or, at least as sober as he could be with what he already had. Alastor getting excited about someone listening to his weird-ass anatomy facts was oddly adorable, which was not something Angel Dust ever thought he would ever use to describe Alastor. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”

-xxx-

When Alastor said all night, he wasn’t kidding. Angel Dust glanced at the pocket watch Alastor had discarded onto the nightstand some time before. He groaned when he saw that it was just after four in the morning. Knowing Charlie, she was going to be getting him up bright and early. That would give him maybe a few hours of sleep, if he was lucky and could actually fall asleep fairly quickly.

That was, if he could even make it to his room.

Alastor had slumped over and passed out a few moments prior. That in of itself wasn’t all that strange, he had been more that drunk enough to pass out. If anything, with how many times Angel Dust suspected he had refilled that bottle of Courvoisier, he should have been out much sooner. No, the predicament Angel Dust found himself in had to do with where Alastor had passed out. Angel Dust was currently trapped, with Alastor clinging to his waist and nuzzling his shoulder. He wasn’t sure how exactly he should handle this. The smart thing to do would probably be to gently wake Alastor up, get him off, and pray that he didn’t remember any of it in the morning as he made his way to his own room. However, Alastor was surprisingly warm, and oh so comfortable…

A soft murmur caught his attention and Angel Dust looked down, just in time to catch Alastor mumbling in his sleep and a faint, genuine smile playing across his lips. Whatever he was dreaming about, one thing was for sure. He was damn adorable, and Angel Dust would hate to disturb him.

Well, shit. It looked like his mind was made up for him.

Angel Dust carefully lowered both of them so they were lying down, thanking any deity above that he had somehow managed to do so without waking Alastor. He shifted just a moment to get comfortable before relaxing a soft sigh. Yeah, okay, this was nice. Angel Dust closed his eyes, and let himself bask in this temporary moment of bliss.

He could worry about the consequences later. For now, for this moment, it was worth it.

[cyberneticfandoms]

Devoid of Music

(Credit to Void!Al goes to @rileesrambles)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Alastor

            Even after death there was always something happening.

There were always sounds, sights, touches, tastes, smells melding together in a range from calm to outright cacophonous. The sound of heels clicking through an empty hall, of a radio crackling to life and weaving its tune into a room. The fiery reds and oranges that made up the backdrop of Hell. The heat that clung to skin and settled somewhere deep in one’s bones, the feel of grabbing, spinning, dancing with another. The bitter bite of a coffee made with someone in mind, the coppery tang of blood fresh from a hunt. The smoky air thick with gunpowder and drugs and every unsavory thing a sinner could ever wish for.

And there was none of that here.

Alastor never imagined he would miss any of it. The places. The sound of their voices. The simple companionship. Why, the very thought of him, the Radio Demon, being so sentimental was ludicrous! No no no, he would have been fine being “double dead”, as Angel so elegantly put it, if it were not for the sheer nothingness around him. The inky blackness of the void left much to be desired, and he was a beacon of red in comparison. The dullness alone might drive him mad.

So, in the beginning, he wandered. He walked until his legs ached and his lungs burned, and then walked further than that because the pain was something different to think about, but that proved to be a fruitless endeavor after a few minutes. Or had it been hours? Days? Time was a rather… fickle thing here. Nevertheless, he needed something else to occupy himself, lest his mind be allowed to drift. A light chuckle escaped at the thought that his eternal torment would be boredom, because truly, that was clever on the higher power’s part. It would seem his second chance had been “life” in Hell and his punishment for dying again was this.

How laughably ironic.

“Oh, how I wish there were another to hear this riveting internal monologue!” Alastor cried, arms thrown out wide. Silence greeted him, and he snapped his fingers with a huff, summoning his microphone from which a laugh track sprung to life. He slid easily into his Radio Host persona. “That’s more like it! Now, how about some music, my dearest listeners? There’s nothing quite like jazz to liven up a room!” Waving his microphone with a flourish, he waited expectantly for the sweet sound of music to fill the dead air. A static screech cut through the silence and his ears twitched back at the feedback, his smile tightening at the corners. That was… to be expected, he supposed.

“That’s enough of that,” he chirped, without a loss of enthusiasm, switching between channels until he could determine with certainty that there was no way to get a signal. At that he simply turned down the horrid shrieking until the static was a dull hum in the background. It was better than the silence.

“Oh, how I abhor the quiet…” The void swallowed the words entirely, leaving no echo to bounce back. He could scream if he wanted and the abyss would take his voice and leave him with nothing. “Well, it’s a good thing I have not stooped so low as to divulge my frustrations to the emptiness, haha!”

Really, the whole situation was hilarious. He, who originally worked with the idea of redemption to watch others fail, would end up failing himself! He was stuck in this damnation for defending a cause he never should have believed in, while fighting for people he never should have cared about! If Lucifer could see him now, Alastor was sure the king of Hell would be laughing.

He hummed to break the ever-present silence. He didn’t have anything better to do, so why not practice the performances he would never be able to dazzle the clientele with? Alastor took all but a moment to burst into song, swinging himself through the black as though he had a proper audience to please. He was able to go on like that for quite some time, though after the 12th rendition of “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile”, among other classy titles, he found that his trembling body and raw throat left his performances lacking.

“Well,” he sighed, shedding his overcoat and exposing a twitchy black and red tail, “Maybe I shouldn’t have tired myself quite so abruptly!” Dropping into a sitting position, he twisted the metaphorical radio dials within him, letting the static from his microphone warble louder and quieter. “I do have the whole eternity to myself after all!” If the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer at that, he was glad no one else was there to see it. Solitude did have a few perks.

A growl startled Alastor out of his musings. The deer demon’s gaze travelled slowly to his stomach, his eyes as wide as saucers. At least there was one problem he could solve.

“I know a quick meal will perk me right up!” He punctuated the words with a wider smile and a snap of his fingers. He glanced about expectantly, eyes narrowing marginally when… nothing happened.

“How… peculiar.” He snapped again to the same results, the usual warmth of his magic absent from his chest. With a quick shake of his head he dispelled the alarm tickling at the back of his mind and settled himself more comfortably on the ground. “No matter! My powers will return after a short rest, I’m sure.”

Gradually, Alastor’s muscles relaxed along with his smile. If he ignored the fact that he couldn’t summon any of his shadow minions – not that they would be very discernible from the shadows all around him – he could almost forget that something was wrong. Because at the moment, trying to do more than summon his microphone was like pulling from a well of power that wasn’t there. There was a gaping hole inside of him.

Well… he would never admit it if he were incomplete either way. Admitting would be a weakness. And he was not weak.

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            Alastor realized quickly enough that it was impossible to tell time here. After Lucifer knows how long, his body finally started to display signs of exhaustion, his eyes gaining dark circles, and his feet feeling more like lead with every step; regrettably, even demons needed to sleep. Though the longer he went without light or anything else to keep track of a cycle of some sort, the more he found himself leaning away from the idea. Even though his thoughts were getting increasingly jumbled, he stubbornly refused to succumb to unconsciousness. Thanks to recent events, he doubted his dreams would be very pleasant if he did.

          …But a short rest couldn’t hurt. Yes, he needed to be able to think, and he couldn’t think if he walked himself to his double – triple? - death. Alastor’s smile twitched as he lowered himself to the ground to sit, his coat immediately folded and placed neatly beside him.

          “It could have been days or weeks, and I wouldn’t know the difference,” he sighed, rolling up his sleeves, frustrated when not even a breeze could be stirred up in this abyss. The lack of stimuli was really beginning to get to him. His entire body itched with pent up energy. There was no one he could touch, could coax into a dance, no furry companion for him to drag into a side hug; there was only him and his microphone. Irritation turned to indifference, making his ears perk up and his tail flick idly back and forth. It was still just him, and no amount of pointing it out would change that fact.

          Claws trailed lightly across his arms in a soothing, repetitive motion until he noted – not without a hint of disgust – that he was quite nearly hugging himself. His hands dropped into his lap because the Radio Demon didn’t need comfort.

          “No, perish the thought!” He sprung to his feet, ignoring the spots that danced across his vision. “I would never need something as mundane as comfort, ha!” Distractedly, he snatched his overcoat from the floor, clutching the fabric tightly to his chest. “Nonono, I simply need to make my own entertainment…” Legs still trembling, he staggered his way in a random direction, blinking slowly to clear the splotches of black out of his sight. Tremors ran through his claws that burrowed deeper into the red fabric at a more insistent snarl from his stomach.

          Smile tensing, eyes widening, Alastor ignored the ever-growing pit in his gut.

          “I’ll be fine,” teeth dug into his lower lip. “I can surely keep myself occupied! And when my powers return, I’ll make myself a most wonderful Jambalaya!” Oh, the things he’d do for some Jambalaya…or gumbo…or any meal currently. He was practically drooling over the thought of tearing into some venison. With a shake of his head the thought was dispelled.

          He would be fine. He would find a way to eat. He wouldn’t let this abysmal darkness consume him. And he absolutely would not fall asleep.

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          Always being right, Alastor supposed, had its downsides. For instance, he knew if he let the darkness of sleep claim him that it wouldn’t be restful in the slightest.

          When the deer demon jerked awake, terror in his eyes and a scream lodged in his throat, he cursed himself for being right. Sweat glistened on his forehead, plastering clothes to his skin, and he shuddered in revulsion, uncurling from his position on the ground.

          Opening his eyes to the same blackness he’d sadly grown familiar with didn’t help at all. And yet, that didn’t matter, he reasoned quickly, struggling to regain control over himself, over his breathing, over his shaking, rebellious body. He was better than this.

Alastor sat up straighter. Even while he couldn’t get the crack of a gunshot, the feeling of choking on his own blood out of his head, he forced his smile wider. Letting everything out in one deep breath, his mind finally obeyed the command to be quiet.

Shoving himself to his feet, he briefly remembered to grab his coat before he could lose one of the few things he had left. It wouldn’t do to leave anything behind! However, even standing proved to be bothersome as his legs buckled under his meager weight, and he could only let out a sharp laugh in response.

”Ha, I haven’t been this unsteady since that sickness in 1912!” The words weren’t punctuated with the usual laugh track, and he decided it wasn’t worth the effort to summon his microphone. The humor was lost regardless when his thoughts drifted to the accompanying hand that would rest on his forehead, the fingers that carded gently through his hair. Her sweet voice humming a comforting tune all the while he’d been coughing his lungs out and staring back with a feverish gaze. His mother had been a doll and deserved what she got in going to heaven. Alastor brushed a finger absentmindedly against the wetness trailing down his cheek and tried not to think too hard about what it entailed.

“Now now, none of that,” he chided himself, continuing his endless march after determining that his smile was still stubbornly in place. “I haven’t gotten choked up over my dear mother in decades; why would I start now?”

A sudden stabbing pain in his gut doubled him over in reply. Of course! Hunger always did make him more receptive to emotions, he recalled, straightening himself up once more. A hand settled over his stomach in an effort to quiet the incessant growling.

Alastor was no fool. He knew the gaping hole where his powers should be was there as a result of him being killed by-

No. The deer demon’s eyes narrowed marginally, as he paused mid-stride because he’d rather not think of his proclaimed killer and the power he’d stolen, thank you very much.

Regardless of the reason for his abilities being rendered null and void, he knew that meant he wouldn’t be summoning more than his microphone – a deeply fixed extension of himself. That meant no props, no books, no music, no entertainment.

No food.

Smile widening and fingers curling into his aching stomach Alastor decided that his punishment was a fitting one. Eternal starvation! He’d been stuck with it in Hell and he’d be stuck with it in here! And yet there he could simply whip up a meal or cannibalize some hapless demon if he were feeling desperate. Here, on the other hand… he couldn’t summon so much as a paperclip.

A low chuckle escaped him. This really was the worst punishment. If he would have been thinking of himself, and only himself, like he’d done for the past 80 years, then maybe he’d be dining on a steak of rare venison with liquor on the side for his troubles instead of wasting away in his own personal pocket of the void.

“No,” he sighed, letting his eyes droop into a half-lidded state, “I was aware of the repercussions of my actions as soon as I committed to them. I dare say that I was right in my assessment of all loathsome sinners…” He smoothed his coat over his arm, resuming his unsteady gait into the darkness and summoning his microphone to lean on. “There really is no redemption for us.” His smile softened in the slightest. “I wonder how heartbroken Charlie will be. After all, her little project is still based on the willingness of others like me to get better, and well,” he let out a bitter laugh, “I’m here, aren’t I?” Yes, Alastor would be just fine. He could handle himself.

Even as his smile lost its toothy enthusiasm and slipped into something smaller, something more genuine and reminiscent of a different time, he wouldn’t admit to himself that he felt at least an ounce of sadness for their dearest Charlotte Magne.

“The poor doll…” his lidded eyes trailed lower, fixating on the never-ending blackness at his feet. “She should have known better than to care about someone like me.” And if he had grown to care about her and her friends as well… then maybe he was a fool right up until the end.

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