#Blood Ball: event

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Adam covered his mouth rushing for the restroom,but taking care not to bump into or trip anyone on the way. He coughed up the small dinner he had had,choking back sobs. This had been a mistake a....huge mistake. His hands shook and he sat with his back against the wall,mask on the floor beside him,just sobbing into his hands.

[parvum-draconis-a]

Blood Rose Masquerade Ball

Open Starter

Arriving and attending solo

Attire: The Cthonic Raven

accompanying his father Lucifer @helluva-hazbins

Arrival: Fashionably late

Arriving with his father in a shower of gilded starlight and red lightning, the prince of Hell shone a different hue...if Hell's king was a gilded duck, his son was a Raven, shining in hues of deep purple, black, and silver. His mask bore the Wings of Victory, a nod to the wings that lay folded against his back for the moment, as he was worried he might harm someone with the gleaming hooks that shone atop them. Perhaps his confidence would grow as the nights wore on. He felt a ever so slight smirk rise on his lips at his father's theatrics, offering the onlookers a wave of his own, piercing green eyes looking out into the crowd curiously.

He followed his father like his own personal omen, alighting at his side, keenly watching the goings on. He's glad to see his father out and about more again, perhaps this outing would be good for them both. His tail looped around his leg so as to not be in the way as he watched the ball around him...this was shaping up to be a rather interesting span of days.

[screentimeoverlord]

@infernal-feminae

"My my, aren't you looking the part. The dress is almost as beautiful as you mi amor." Vox said approaching Carmilla with his hand held out for her to take, having gotten himself into the darkened flower theme matching hers with the reminding part of the black roses he sent her a while back during their little secret letter arc.

"I will admit, I'm afraid you'll put others to shame arriving like this." He said with her hand taken and held up for a kiss on the back of it.

[helluva-hazbins]

Open starter

Arriving and attending solo.

His attire: The Gilded Duck

Accompanying entourage: Cain Morningstar(Royal Court Prince Of Hell) @parvum-draconis

Arrival: Fashionably late.

He appears in a crackled blaze of red electrical lightning and red haze of clouds, golden sparkles left lingering in the atmosphere surrounding him. Glittering like golden sheer curtains until they dissipate and he is futher revealed. The vision of a masked, sophisticated, regal, gilded avian, his 6 angelic white and red wings spread in full magnificence as he gives an exuberant glare towards the festivities while at the center of the arrival area. A heavily lidded expression accompanied with a toothy grin towards the crowd reveals itself as he places both hands atop his cane. He nods and waves as the onlookers marvel. It may be a masked event; identity intended to be obscured but he enjoyed the attention regardless and should they guess as to whom he is well then all the better for them to have caught a glimpse of the Big Boss of Hell Himself, in the flesh, let them tell the tale for years to come.

After a pase he begins twirling his can in hand and strolling aling towards the designated Hall, his entourage in tow. There's a fair bit of excitement stirred beneath those layers of outwardly visible confidence and he had a good feeling being out of his manor after some great deal of time. Yes, this was something he needed despite his recent reclusive activities. And he could sense that old flair stirring up, the one that enjoyed putting on a show and making an impression. He took a seat at a banquet table for now. His eyes behind the white and golden mask trailed along, observating those already dancing and carry on. He'd make his way to it all soon enough.

[papermint-at-your-service]

The eel flinched as glass was shattered, it was given a concerned look before attention was back on Alastor pouring and downing his own drink. There was a curiosity that niggled at him under the surface as to what that was, but that was shattered with the next glass. Then watching the Shadow catch the bottle and remove it from sight caught his attention and again curiosity tickled him, but what was that saying?

Curiosity killed the cat?

And the sinner wasn't entirely sure the satisfaction would bring him back but that wasn't something he was getting to test out. So blissful ignorance it was, he could live with that.

"I-I am truly sorry Sir....I meant know offense..." He shrunk and leant back as Alastor leant in, his eyes glowing a little as sparks danced over his body again. The air around them prickling in a building charge not too dissimilar to when a thunderstorm was approaching just on a much smaller scale and area. His whole body tense and still, swallowing down his nerves.

"Y-you too S-sir..."

The amount of relief felt by the sinner when Alastor gave him space and started stalking off nearly had the sinner on his knees. Legs trembling and needing a moment before he could have enough confidence that he wouldn't tumble if he tried to move.

Papermint had certainly overstayed his welcome and it was time to go home.

There was little doubt in Alastor's mind that he could figure out a means of getting this pitiful creature into his grasp and forcing him to consume the manifested drink until he practically choked on it -

But he was not in the mood.

Brow furrowed, he seemingly took offense at the rejected offer, taking one of the glasses in hand and tossing it unceremoniously to one side, not glancing over as it shattered against the ground. Instead, he opened the bottle and poured his own glass, downing it with rather clear abandon before performing the earlier act of tossing both bottle and glass to the side. The bottle was caught, in strange fashion, by his lingering shadow - until it disappeared into the dark. The second glass, however, met the very same fate as the first.

"Rather rude of you to refuse such a generous offer of said unique experience, but perhaps I'll allow it to slide, this once. We are at a party after all."

His stare narrowed on the other, taking steps forward once more to properly invade the Sinner's space. Not touching.

But very close to it.

"I hope you enjoy the rest of your night."

The statement was anything but friendly. Hissed, nearly, in sinister fashion, Alastor stood further upright after that and stalked in another direction. Whether he himself was returning inside or not remained to be seen.

But, at least, Papermint was free of the lingering threat of strangulation.

For now, anyway.

[alteregozowie]

Radiorose week Day 7: Masquerade!

I know, I cheated. 🤣 I wanted to bring these back as a radiorose this time, and tweeked expressions a little. They look good side by side too ~

This was from @cannibalxroses Blood Ball rp event! (Look how fancy we are!)

[marikodraws]

Beyond Salvation, but Still Within Arm's Reach

Part 1 of my accordion book comic project!

[papermint-at-your-service]

Papermint couldn't help himself but smile a little at that, Ghost was just so chirpy like a sparkling Christmas light in the dark days of winter. He blinked in surprise at the offer of a blanket.

"O-oh I mean...I wouldn't say no, but! Only if you want to and only if it's not a bother." He felt a little guilty even accepting but they were so happy about it and he didn't want to burst their bubbly or sour their mood for the night. They didn't deserve that.

"Well, I'm actually rather hungry. I might go see the buffet tablet... I'll uh...probably see you later? and if not...then...at the Tower?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to seeing more of Ghost, they were a breath of fresh air especially tonight surrounded by a lot of very important people that he didn't want to piss off.

"Oh, it's no trouble! I love to share my hobbies with others!" Showing off their work often gave them great pride. "You know, I have plenty of extra yarn if you ever need a blanket or something."

Those were nice to make- and usually pretty easy depending on the complexity you wanted.

Ghost smiled at Papermint, seemingly oblivious to his own doubts about how this would work. They, on the other hand, had faith- Al was wonderful, of course, but he was also... Al. It'd be nice to hang out with someone who wasn't an Overlord for once.

They hoped this worked out.

[parvum-draconis-a]

@rocxyoulikeahurricane

Of all the people the crown prince of hell had expected to see....of all the Sins, the Sinners...even the odd angel or two, that he could have come across, there was one fact that he would know anywhere. A face he had not seen since...since Abel died.

Adam. His stepfather...a man who, while he'd been a child, while he'd been alive, all he'd wanted was the love of...the approval of. But Adam didn't see Cain back then as his son, only seeing a mini Lucifer instead...and he'd made his disdain for his stepson painfully clear over the years. And yet...for all the pain he'd caused him, for all the hurt between them...Cain still loved his stepfather. And he couldn't fathom why. Perhaps some part of him hoped that after all these years both of them were capable of change. He would try, for what that was worth.

He set down the glass he'd been holding, as his hands were still shaky and he didn't wish to spill wine on himself or on Rosie's tablecloth, before standing and making his way over to him.

"Long time, no see..." he began. He wanted to see if the man would recognize him with this mask on. After all...the only sign left that he was Eve's son now was his eyes, shining behind that mask like emeralds.

[screentimeoverlord]

@cannibalxroses

As the event is about to start, Vox has come a bit early as to start it off with her while being her escort for the night. Whilst she has already gotten into her attire, cane with her, which he gifted the day before for her safety due to some, concerns with guests. Figures with the guest list that has been attained, and because they were in hell after all.

"Rosie, my dear! Aren't you looking all fabulous this fine evening. Oh but I must compliment you on this whole event and how it is going to turn out. Which brought me to another little gift I have prepared for the lovely red rose." Vox said taking out a small jewelry case, opening it it in front of her so she could see the contents of the fine little box.

Showing off the blood red brooch that would compliment her outfit. "The red reminded me of that sweet smile of yours, the little blood that adorns those lips. Allow me." He said taking the brooch and attached it to her neck piece at the jugular notch.

[alteregozowie]

I made it! 😭

@cannibalxroses worked so hard on her event, I think she more than deserved Rosie in her fancy ball outfit!

[papermint-at-your-service]

Papermint hadn't yet had the pleasure of sampling the food at the ball so decided to rectify that. Getting himself a plate and taking small. Samples of everything he could be positively sure wasn't people at one point. He was particularly crestfallen when there seemed to be a distinct lack of cheese types, seems like someone had eaten them all but one.

Luckily for the eel he was not adverse to the more acquired taste of blue cheese and so did add it to his plate. He didn't take much at all since his plate was already pretty full and he didn't want to deny others at having some too.

Then he went to stand away from the table and spotted a familiar tall moth overlord. He made his way over to him, grateful for the familiar face, even if it was someone he made a personal habit of avoiding if he could while working. He pulled a smile to his face as he looked up to him.

"Hello Sir, are you enjoying the ball so far?"

[ Open Starter || His Attire ]

[ Valentino ]

Valentino was never happier at a party than he was when there was an extravagant cheese plate.

Was an extravagant cheese plate, of course, because once the moth had descended upon it there was no chance for anyone else to take the kinds he liked, at least. All he left behind was the bleu cheese because nobody should like bleu cheese, as it was the most inferior type of cheese. Before he'd tried it decades ago, he had thought there was no way to fuck up cheese; it was just too good.

And then he'd tried bleu cheese.

One of his claws bumped into a piece of it and he frowned, wiping his hand openly on the tablecloth with a grimace. Grabbing the last of the marbled white and yellow cheese off the platter, he popped it past his teeth and gazed at the plate. Well, it was pretty thoroughly cleaned out.

As he lifted his wine from the table, he sashayed away from the food, intent on keeping an eye on it in case his favorite snack was replenished. Swaying to the music as he sipped his wine, he grabbed another glass off a passing tray with his lower left hand.

What was a party in Cannibal Town without a little indulgence, after all? Indulgence was Valentino's middle name. He was married to indulgence.

...okay, and Vox.

[arachnaemboss]

uhhhhh yea

[xluciifer]

Alright, this is the fit I was thinking of for @cannibalxroses's masquerade ball event for Lucifer. This man rarely gets out nor makes public appearances so it's already a big deal that he decides to attend. But he'll be going alone. The nature portion is mainly the feathers to his mask. He wants to look his best, but also remain incognito throughout. Which will be hard because his presence is always alluring. How we feeling boys?

[parvum-draconis-a]

Cain understood his father's concerns with talking to sinners, though sometimes he wondered if Lucifer remembered that he had once counted Cain himself among that number. Supposed first murderer and all that...for a long while, that had been all he was to Hell's king. It had taken time for them to get to this point...and not every sinner was the same. Though....he knew in his heart that his sister's redemption plans with the hotel would not have counted for him. For even if he hadn't been cursed, he was still a Nephilim...a 'living sin'. His kind were sent here by default for the mere act of being born. And he was slowly making peace with that.

He smiled thoughtfully, noting the way he seemed to be thinking of some memory of a previous event. "Did you throw a lot of balls like this?" he asked. "Have you...considered doing it again?"

Lucifer kept close to his son both as a means to comfort and possibly using him as an excuse to not talk to anyone .. especially sinners… he knows he knows , Charlie wanted him to talk to them more get to really know them but that was easier said then done after what he’s seen and been through and his well judgement of them.

“We’ll keep an eye out for her .. she’s most likely fliting from guest to guest . “ he sipped at his wine, oh this was good .

“In the meantime, wanna explore the ball a bit there’s a supposedly great menu choice and of course the dancing “ he chuckled . It almost made him miss his own balls he used to throw in the palace.

[neatandniffty]

Thank you to the wonderful and talented @smilezandmics for this commission of Niffty at the Blood Rose Ball event!

Thank you again to our beautiful host @cannibalxroses

And thank you to @grandma-susan for the gift in her costume design

Love you all! Niffty and I had a blast!!