#Muse| stolas response

[ducknotinarow]

Hey, Stolas, go on about Blitz. Full on, no cap. This is your free reign. ( I'm taking advantage of that drunk meme here >> )

| My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly.

Hard to say how many bottles of wine the owl went through and chances were he had go for much harder after a long day dealing with the others of the ares goita. When that one little name is nothing short of pleasant ring to hus ears tugging a smile across his bill. "Ahh my darling Blitzy!" He coos happily so easily able to imagine the imo in front of himself as he happily lounges over his couch.

"I know he of a far lower status than me when it comes to the bullshit that is hells hierarchy but why should that matter? I have never and I mean never met another demon that comes even close to my dear Blitzy!" He firmly states hand in the air as he let's his talon 'draw out' the imps face that only the owl can see as he smiles happily to himself. Sighing happily as he looks to his air imagie of his Imp. "Blitz has so much mkre drive and ambition than any royal demon I have ever know included myself." He offers "and he is utterly adorable!" Stolas confesses a faint glow to his eyes as he mentions it.

"Thise big bright golden eyes, the lottle heart Like marking on his forehead. The perfect cruces of his horns the size of his dick." Stolas gose on to lost off "you might not expect that from his size? But believe me his attitude Is very well back up by what he is packing in those tight pants of his." Stolas snickers a little.

"Oh and if that weren't enough?" He moves to sit up slightly swaying as he moves." He's just fun to be around. He has such a fascination for horses matches my own for plants and stars. It's adorable seeing how his face lights up over mere sight of them. He is the funniest demon I have ever met and that's not me laughing cause he's cute. I generally find him funny and don't understand how others can't?" He muses and softens his smile.

"I wish he were here now, I miss him terribly when I don't get see him. I knew I loves him fir that reason that heart tearing emotional lip ripping. That is only love funny I thought lpve was meant to only be nice but it hurts so deeply too." He wonders a moment and sighs before taking another sip of his drink. "I think I'll give him a call? Hmm once I'm more sober maybe?"

[hazbincalifornia]

It's great that people are liking Vassago, (myself included, I love him so far) but if anybody wasn't on twitter, they're missing a chunk of the History.

Long story short, over a year ago, Viv left a 🤭 emoji in response to a fan musing on if Stolas might end up with someone else for a brief period of time after convincing himself he needs to move on, so fans started going nuts about that, including wondering who it would be if it happened.

Over the course of that, somehow this character, an as-of-yet unused parrot Overlord who was in a brief shot in the Alastor's legend section in the Hazbin pilot, was suggested since he was a bird with a star design... and Viv liked the tweet about it, and then, when people started making art because of it, liked some of that art too. (She has, in a later interview, said that sometimes she did like stuff just to 'mess with people/keep people guessing' or just because she liked it, not to claim it's 'canon' in any way.)

By the time he actually showed up in the season 2B trailer, 'parrot guy' had some fans of his own... but the fact that it seemed like he was playing off Andrealphus in the few lines he had in the trailer switched to a lot of people shipping him with him instead, which is where more popularity currently seems to lie.

(The fact that Viv and some other crew members declared him a 'good boy' after the trailer released did lean people to think he was going to be an ally of some sort to the main cast, which has been the case so far, and we will reportedly be seeing a lot more of him in the next season!)

[stolasbuckzo]

Imagine if this scene was in S3:

The apartment was wrapped in a rare stillness. The only sound drifting through the darkened room was the soft hum of the city outside, muffled by old blinds that hadn’t been adjusted in years. Blitz was sprawled haphazardly across the couch, half-covered by a blanket he had long since kicked down to his knees. His body curled into a tight ball, much like a cat, his head tucked comfortably against Stolas’s chest. His horns rested at just the right angle to avoid any sharp collisions, while his tail coiled firmly around Stolas’s lanky legs, anchoring him in place.

A faint sound of purring thrummed from Blitz, the low vibration subtle but constant — a rare but undeniable sign of comfort. Stolas smirked softly to himself, allowing his hand to gently run along the curve of Blitz’s head, his fingers brushing over the base of his horns. Each pass earned a sigh of contentment, Blitz shifting slightly under his touch, as though seeking more without truly waking.

The imp’s breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm, occasionally punctuated by the smallest murmurs of satisfaction. His tail would tighten just slightly in response to the absentminded strokes, then relax again with a flick, a silent indicator that, for once, he was content.

Stolas let his head fall back against the arm of the couch, his free hand resting over Blitz’s back, enjoying the rare serenity of the moment.

Stolas gazed up at the ceiling, savoring the peaceful quiet. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles along Blitz’s back, indulging in the rare warmth of the moment. Nights like this were few and far between—especially with the chaos that came with I.M.P.’s line of work.

Whether it was Stolas juggling his receptionist duties and wrangling eccentric clients, or the crew heading out on their latest hit, calm was hardly the norm. Even at home, Blitz’s eccentricity kept things lively, leaving little room for true stillness.

Yet tonight, against all odds, there was peace.

Stolas welcomed it. As an owl, late-night introspection was practically second nature. He often found himself lost in thought during these quiet hours, embracing the “night owl” stereotype without shame. But tonight, his mind wandered more gently, lingering in the warmth of Blitz’s presence rather than drifting into existential musings.

Until he heard it—soft, almost imperceptible at first.

A faint whimpering sound drifted in from the other room.

Most wouldn’t have caught it, but Stolas’s sharp senses picked it up with ease. Then again, not many in the Pride Ring had hearing quite as keen as the realm’s newest owlish civilian.

His brow furrowed as he listened, the quiet of the apartment no longer feeling quite as peaceful.

Most wouldn’t have caught it, but Stolas’s sharp senses picked up the faint noise with ease. Then again, few in the Pride Ring could match the acute hearing of its owlish resident.

Loona.

Stolas’s head tilted slightly, his brow knitting as the sound registered again—a soft, uneasy mumble that lingered somewhere between a growl and a sigh. The edges of it carried a weight he recognized. It was subtle, but unmistakable.

A nightmare.

His gaze flicked toward the hallway leading to Loona’s room, but for a moment, he hesitated. Blitz lay curled against him, head resting over Stolas’s chest, his tail loosely coiled around his legs like some lazy cat’s. The imp’s breathing was slow and even, the occasional low purring rumble vibrating faintly against Stolas’s ribs.

Gently, Stolas began to shift, sliding his hand beneath Blitz’s head and carefully lifting him free. Blitz groaned at the disturbance, his brow creasing as if protesting. His hand groggily patted at the space Stolas had just vacated, fingers fumbling for the warmth that was slipping away from him.

Stolas smirked softly at the sight. Blitz barely stirred, his face burying further into the cushion with a muffled grumble. His tail gave a sluggish flick over the edge of the couch, curling loosely as he muttered into the fabric.

“Jus’… five more minutes…” The words were heavy with sleep, slurred and barely audible.

Stolas lingered for a beat longer, running his hand gently over Blitz’s head, smoothing down the wayward tuft of fur between his horns. Blitz’s ear flicked, and though the imp let out another faint grumble, his breathing evened again, sinking deeper into his slumber.

“I’ll be back, darling,” Stolas whispered, though Blitz was likely too far gone to hear him.

Stolas carefully untangled himself from Blitz’s tail, letting it slip free with a soft rustle. As he rose to his feet, he glanced back briefly, taking in the sight of Blitz sprawled across the couch in a tangled heap, blanket half-kicked away as if he’d been at war with it earlier.

A small smile tugged at Stolas’s lips before he stepped toward the hallway.

The faint creak of the floor beneath his talons was the only sound as he approached Loona’s door. A sliver of light from the hallway spilled into the darkened room beyond, slicing across the floor in a thin, pale line.

Another soft sound escaped from within.

Stolas pushed the door open a little further, the hinges creaking faintly despite his careful touch. The soft glow of the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating slivers of furniture and tracing faint outlines along the floor.

The moment the door shifted, Loona whimpered again — soft and broken, the kind of sound a dog makes when lost in the depths of a troubling dream. It wasn’t just once. The whimpers continued in short intervals, a fragile and instinctive noise that tugged at something deep within Stolas.

Her breathing hitched, uneven and shallow beneath the covers, her tail flicking restlessly against the mattress. One of her hands curled tighter around the blanket, claws faintly digging into the worn fabric.

Stolas’s eyes softened, concern blooming in his chest. The sight of her like this stirred something old and familiar — the same feeling that once surfaced when he watched over Octavia during her worst nights.

“Loona,” he called gently, his voice dipping into a hushed tone, as if addressing his own daughter. The tenderness in his voice carried the weight of reassurance, like the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet forest.

The whimpering didn’t ease. If anything, it grew more persistent, her body curling further beneath the sheets.

His brows furrowed. Without hesitation, Stolas stepped inside, moving with deliberate care. He lowered himself onto the edge of her bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight. Loona didn’t react at first, save for a slight twitch of her ears as another faint whine escaped her.

His hand hovered for a moment before lowering gently onto her arm, his touch featherlight.

“Loona,” he said softly, leaning in closer. “It’s all right.”

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, bleary and unfocused as the world of sleep clung stubbornly to her. For a moment, she looked around in confusion, her gaze flickering across the room before landing on Stolas.

She blinked, and that’s when he saw it — the unmistakable shimmer of tears trailing silently down her cheeks.

Stolas’s heart sank at the sight.

Loona’s lip trembled, and before he could say more, she pushed herself upright and into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his torso. The sob she had been holding back broke free, muffled against his chest.

Caught off guard for only a second, Stolas responded without hesitation, encircling her with his arms and pulling her closer. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers gently smoothing over her fur as she shook against him.

“I—” Her voice cracked, broken by the hiccup of another sob. “I almost got him killed… Blitz… I—”

Stolas’s embrace tightened, his heart aching as she buried herself further into him.

“I almost voted for him to die,” she choked out, her words fractured between sharp breaths. “I didn’t think… sure he can be a bit of an asshole… and.. I thought I hated him.”

She trembled in his hold, gripping the fabric of his robes as if grounding herself.

“But I don’t,” she whispered through tears. “I don’t hate him. I never did.”

Stolas rested his chin lightly atop her head, his voice calm and unwavering as he whispered, “I know, Loona. And so does he.”

She clung to him for what felt like an eternity, the storm of emotion slowly subsiding as the weight of her guilt eased, if only just a little.

“You’re not the first to let anger cloud your judgment,” Stolas murmured softly. “And Blitz knows you better than anyone. He knows your heart. I’m absolutely more than confident that he doesn’t resent you for it. He loves you very much, Loona.”

Loona didn’t reply, but the tension in her body gradually faded as the sobs quieted to faint sniffles. Stolas continued to hold her until her breathing slowed, his hand still running gently along her back in silent reassurance.

Eventually, Loona eased away, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes were red, but the tears had stopped flowing. She let out a shaky sigh, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“I’m… sorry,” Loona muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “A-About you seeing me like that.”

Her ears pinned back, betraying the embarrassment she felt. It wasn’t just the vulnerability of being caught in the grip of a nightmare — it was him catching her. Not her dad, but his boyfriend.

A hellhound, feared by many, reduced to whimpering like a puppy in her sleep. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. What kind of joke was that?

“I know we don’t interact much,” she added stiffly, her eyes avoiding his. “Except maybe at work.”

Stolas watched her quietly for a moment, his gaze soft with understanding. He could see the way she shifted beneath the weight of her discomfort, trying to retreat behind whatever emotional wall she had left.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Stolas said gently, his tone steady and calm. “However…” His gaze lingered, measuring his words carefully. “I do think you should talk to your father about this. It might help you find some closure.”

Loona’s ears flicked but she didn’t say anything, though he caught the subtle tensing of her shoulders.

“I’m not saying the nightmares will stop completely,” Stolas continued, his voice unwavering but warm. “But sometimes, when we dream like this, it’s our subconscious trying to tell us something. These things tend to linger until we face them — whether that’s by talking to someone or finding another way to process it. And I believe your father would want to know what’s troubling you.”

Loona hesitated, the words seeming to settle over her. She shifted beneath the blanket, her tail giving a faint flick across the sheets.

Finally, she gave a small nod, though she didn’t lift her eyes to meet his.

The silence that followed felt softer, as if the weight that had hung between them had begun to ease.

Stolas lingered at the edge of the bed a little longer, his presence quiet and unobtrusive as Loona’s breathing gradually slowed. Her eyes drifted shut, and this time, her features smoothed into something calmer, free of the restless tension that had gripped her before.

Before rising to leave, Stolas leaned forward slightly, brushing a hand lightly over her head. A stray lock of fur had fallen over her ear, and with a soft, deliberate motion, he tucked it back into place.

Loona’s ear flicked faintly at his touch, but she remained still, already drifting deeper into sleep.

Stolas stood, his tall frame casting long shadows across the floor. As he reached the doorway, he glanced back once more, lingering just for a moment longer.

“And Loona,” he added softly, his voice carrying across the quiet room, “you don’t need to feel embarrassed about me witnessing your nightmare. I, too, am a father… I understand these things.”

His gaze softened as memories of Octavia flickered in his mind. The image of his daughter — distant but never far from his heart — drifted across his thoughts.

“Even if Octavia has distanced herself from me, it doesn’t stop me from being her father,” Stolas continued, his voice gentle but resolute. “I will always love her, regardless of the circumstances. The same goes for Blitz with you.”

Loona didn’t stir, but Stolas suspected she had heard him.

“Hey, uh… Stolas?”

Loona’s voice broke the quiet just as Stolas reached the door. He paused, glancing back over his shoulder to see her sitting up slightly, rubbing at the back of her neck with an almost sheepish expression. Her eyes flickered toward him, lingering for just a moment before darting away.

“Thanks… for, you know… checking in on me,” she said, her words slow and a little uneven. Her tone carried the distinct awkwardness Stolas had come to recognize — the kind she had clearly picked up from Blitz. “Not saying Blitz couldn’t or anything, but… it’s nice. To see you act like a dad too.”

Her tail flicked lazily over the edge of the bed as she shifted beneath the covers, visibly uncomfortable but determined to get the words out.

“In a weird way,” she added, her gaze briefly meeting his, “it kinda feels like… I’ve got two dads. It’s nice.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Stolas’s mouth, warmth blossoming in his chest at the admission.

“I’m glad,” he replied softly, dipping his head in acknowledgment. “You deserve to feel that way.”

Loona’s ears twitched slightly, but she gave him a small, appreciative nod before settling back against the pillow.

“Goodnight, Loona,” Stolas said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that lingered in the stillness of the room. “Call out if you need anything at all.”

“’Night,” Loona mumbled, her voice already distant as she shifted beneath the blanket, settling into a more comfortable position. Her breathing gradually steadied, the weight of sleep reclaiming her with each passing second.

Stolas stood at her bedside for a moment longer, his gaze resting on the softened lines of her face. The tension that had gripped her earlier was gone now, replaced by a rare sense of peace.

Satisfied, he stepped lightly toward the door, careful not to disturb the quiet. As he slipped into the hallway, he eased the door nearly shut, leaving it just slightly ajar.

Just in case.

The soft creak of the floor followed him as he returned to the living room. Blitz was right where he had left him — sprawled dramatically across the couch, one leg dangling off the side while the blanket lay tangled around his waist. His tail flicked lazily in response to Stolas’s approach, but his eyes remained closed, a faint snore vibrating from deep in his throat.

Stolas couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight. With care, he leaned down, sliding his arms gently beneath Blitz’s shoulders to lift him just enough to shift his position back into something more reasonable. Blitz grumbled under his breath, instinctively curling closer to Stolas’s touch as he adjusted, allowing himself to be repositioned without waking fully.

As Stolas draped the blanket over them both, pulling it up to his chest, Blitz cracked one eye open, his gaze foggy with lingering sleep.

“Loona okay?” Blitz muttered, his voice raspy and slurred from exhaustion.

Stolas settled in beside him, resting Blitz’s head lightly against his chest. He ran his fingers gently through the imp’s fur, smoothing over the unruly tufts between his horns.

“She’s alright now,” Stolas replied softly. “Just a nightmare. I stayed with her for a little while.”

Blitz hummed faintly in acknowledgment, his tail curling loosely around Stolas’s leg once more.

“‘S good… she gets those sometimes,” Blitz mumbled, shifting closer beneath the warmth of the blanket. “Don’t always know what t’do, but… she’s tough.”

Stolas’s hand slowed, resting against Blitz’s back as he pressed a light kiss to the top of his head.

“She is,” Stolas agreed quietly. “And she’s lucky to have you.”

Blitz let out a faint snort, though there was no real bite behind it. His breathing softened again, his grip around Stolas tightening just slightly as sleep began to pull him under once more.

“Yeah, yeah… lucky to have a dad like me,” Blitz mumbled, the corner of his mouth quirking faintly in a half-smile.

Stolas chuckled softly, his heart warming as he pulled the blanket snugly over them both.

“Goodnight, Blitz,” he whispered, resting his cheek lightly against Blitz’s horns.

“Mhm… ‘night,” Blitz muttered, already drifting back into the steady rhythm of sleep.

As the quiet of the apartment settled once more, Stolas closed his eyes, holding Blitz a little closer. For the first time in a while, the night felt peaceful — not just for him, but for the family they were quietly building, piece by piece.

[theunknownmasks]

Dash Game: Behind the Mun

Name: Lulu/Bitch or Bootie-mun (old name from YGO fandom @thekingofdoorsbitch)

Most Active Muses: Lord I have a better time on discord getting the muses out but here we go. Lucifer, Stolas, Moxxie, Atem is always easy to get out, Bakura, Ryou, Yuugi. So far the easiest for me to throw out there.

Experience: I've been roleplaying for over 15+ years (I'm fucking 32 mfs). I'm an old bitch. We've been doing rps like old school in notebooks passing to partners in class, graduated to various web forums, myspace mostly where I got a lot of my experience or mypoetry.com, yahoo/skype/aol/fucking almost all the chatrooms that used to exist for messaging people, gaiaonline as well mostly as Sebastian Michaelis and Lelouch Lamperouge, to migrating to tumblr in 2015 or so time around then as a Lelouch from Code Geass, then discord is kinda a permanent home for when I'm not in the mood to be here or too tired and easier for me to reply to things at work.

Fluff, Angst, or Smut: Love them all! I'm a HUGE SUCKER FOR ANGST AND SMUT THO. Angst is where I write my BEST work. If you wanna cry or hurt your muse, plot the weirdest most fucked up shit I'm yo girl. All things are agreed on usually behind the scenes in DM's and I never do anything that the other mun doesn't like. Everything is always talked about BEFORE we write so that way no toes are stepped on unless we're new mutuals and I don't know you well enough what triggers you. I try my best however! Also love to be a horny hoe so...there's there lmao

Long or Short Replies: It depends honestly. Lot of times my muses direct how shit goes besides my mood. So if low mood it's small replies unless our chemistry is high or that muse is high. Sometimes I do long as well. Just like there to be something for me to answer to cause no one likes getting a reply you can't build off of.

Pet Peeves: Constantly pestering for responses unless we're really close like my wife. Wife has those privileges or my closest friends but please keep in mind I eventually get to them. The more you bug me the more I won't feel like replying to it. I hate to sound like that but, my energy comes and goes with depression so I'm working with what I got I'm also a grown adult with a job and about to be a supervisor so my stress is rather high. Really trying to work on it so please be patient. Also really do not like people who cannot separate mun and muse. Just because my character does something or agrees with something DOES NOT mean I do. Like I rp some villains and they have some very fucked up thoughts/feelings/opinions. This does not mean I support these ideas. For example I've written some VERY dark themes like forced sex, murder, suicide, etc (again all agreed on for plot and fun). I DO tag these and if you see anything you want me to tag please tell me directly. Communicate I'm not a mind reader and I don't expect you to be!

Are You Like Your Muse: A large few lmfao. I'm most like Luci, Mox, and Stolas. Big heart, super sensitive, chronically depressed lesbian but horny on the down low. Then I got a potty mouth XD like Inuyasha.

Time to Write: When my brain isn't being a fuck wad but mostly Fri's and Sat's or when I have time tbh.

Tagged by: @onehellishcollection (cute ass wife)

Tagging: YOU IDK WHO'S NOT DONE THIS??

[rubberduckydemonking]

Welcome, my adorable little ducklings!~

☆ This blog is an indie and semi-selective roleplay page for everyone’s favourite ‘Short King’ and (self-proclaimed) ‘Big Boss of Hell’, Lucifer Morningstar. ☆

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

𖤐 This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

𖤐 I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

𖤐 I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

𖤐 I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

𖤐 In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

𖤐 Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

𖤐 Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

𖤐 As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

𖤐 I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer. | primary muse. @rubberduckydemonking

Vox. | primary muse. @hypno-glitch

Alastor. | secondary muse. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. | secondary muse. @spiderbby

Valentino. | secondary muse. @sluttymothman

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus | primary muse. @kinkylustking

Andrealphus. | primary muse. @icecoldbitchbird

Blitzo. | primary muse. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. | primary muse. @froggy-fizz

Stolas. | primary muse. @starlit-sovereign

Moxxie. | secondary muse. @moxxiemisfire

Yorgirt. | secondary muse. @satanslittleyogi

Satan. | secondary muse. @infernal-wrath

Verosika. | secondary muse. @sluttymayday

[botanikos]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you’d like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Jude

Roleplayer pronouns: They/Them

Muse name(s): Stolas

Preferred communication: Discord doesn't gobble up messages, so that's truly the best place! However, I still try to answer tumblr IM's as well. I also have telegram if anyone wants it. . . . it's collecting dust!

Experience: Yikes, this dates back to when I was much younger, and before I even used the internet for roleplaying. I started off writing on pen and paper with my cousin and a bunch of friends. We would pass paper or journals back and forth, taking turns writing out scenes or responses from a variety of characters. Mostly, at those times, it was for Teen Titans, Naruto, Bleach, and a few others. I'm going to safely say that early high school was when I took it online, starting off on a couple of forums and chat rooms [ namely, Chatango ]. I frequently roleplayed via text message, email, and instant messengers. I still do this with like, one person via FB Messenger, lol. I occasionally roleplay on Discord, too.

Preferred roleplay type: I gravitate towards whatever my mood and energy seeks out. Unfortunately, I used to do things in a very organized manner, but that time has long since passed me. I am easily exhausted, distracted, and just. . . can't keep up! I prefer things with some substance, but I'm not strict on moving larger plots unless we've communicated it or have a larger goal in mind for our writing. I love just having fun and going with the flow! I'm open to most types, too, though I don't typically do single-liners unless it's like. . . me being goofy on the dash.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: Automatic assumption of our characters knowing each other! Unless we have talked it over, or your muse is a canon character within the universe that he's interacted with, please don't do this! It makes me [ and Stolas ] uncomfortable!

Absolute dealbreaker - If you think Stolas is an abuser / disregard his being in an abusive relationship, my blog is NOT for you. I've made this clear a few times and wrote up a whole PSA for my portrayal!

Shipping - I've said it a few times, and I'm always willing to go over it for anyone curious, but my Stolas WILL NOT have any sexual or romantic interest in women. At most, if talked through with the other mun's, you'll get a little drunken flirtation. But there will be NO follow up. That being said, I can be a shipping whore [ affectionate ]. I love shipping! And if Stolas finds you attractive, then damn, he WILL flirt! However. . . . I will never just auto-ship with anyone, and I will be taking into consideration how Stolas would / wouldn't feel with your character. There needs to be some sort of interactions to base these things off of before we get into the big stuff. Again, though, if you see something that makes you tilt your head, it's probably because the mun and I have talked privately and are in cahoots with the idea!

Drama - Please don't pull me into it if it can be avoided. I am 30 years old, I did my time of tumblr dramas back in like, 2010. I am here for a good time, not a long time! If I gotta just up and leave, I will. Unless there is some serious shit I need to know, I will NOT be getting involved.

And one last dealbreaker. . . If you're treating this and your partners like there's a time limit, you definitely don't want to write with me! This is what I do for fun, to relax, to explore my writing abilities, sharpen them, and interact with people that don't exhaust me! So if you're going to put a time limit or anything of the sort on our interactions, I'm gonna' lose interest sooooo fast. Absolutely NOTHING I ever send or offer expires. You're also free to just delete it if you lost interest. That wonky ass 2am ask I sent you? Delete it if you don't wanna answer it!

Best time to write: The weekends, since I don't work. And, honestly, night time! It's when things are the calmest for me.

Are you like your muse? Do I gotta' answer this question? Yes, yes, I am like my muse. Stolas and I share quite a few similar qualities, both in terms of hobbies and interests, and emotional states. I have an excessive amount of plants, I love watching the stars, I have an unholy amount of books and love reading, I enjoy tea and intimate conversations. I've been in abusive living situations, I suffer from anxiety & depression, and while some people think highly of me, I think rather low of myself.

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Tagging; @flamesignite ; @witchysang ; @distortiism ; @lapetitemxrt ; @siriuslord ; & anyone else! Feel free to say I tagged you if you want.

[moxxiemisfire]

‘Welcome to Hell, Bitch!~’

𖤐 This is an indie, semi-selective, roleplay page for I.M.P Employee of the Month and objectively correct Theatre Critic, Moxxie. 𖤐

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

𖤐 This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

𖤐 I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

𖤐 I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

𖤐 I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

𖤐 In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

𖤐 Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

𖤐 Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

𖤐 As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

𖤐 I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer. @rubberduckydemonking

Alastor. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. @spiderbby

Husk. @whisky-whiskers

Vox. @hypno-glitch

Valentino. @sluttymothman

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

Vassago. @prince-vassago

Yorgirt. @satanslittleyogi

[wisterias-in-bloom]

Hello~

Hi, this is Val, also known as Lynn, and this is my multimuse blog.

My current muses and their profiles(WIP):

ACTIVE

Baldur's Gate 3:

-Companions:

Karlach (#Muse: Karlach) open starter

Lae'zel (#Muse: Lae'zel) open starter.

-OC:

Lynn (bio) (#Muse: Lynn)

REST/ ON REQUEST/ LOW ACTIVITY/ WIP

MCU:

Wolverine (on rest)

Loki (on rest)

Hazbin Hotel & HB:

Sir Pentious

Charlie Morningstar

AngelDust

Nifty

Stolas

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Choso (on rest)

Blac Clover:

tba

Love and Deepspace:

Rafayel

Rules:

NSFW will fade to black.

No abuse RP. OF ANY KIND. Talking about the backstories of the various characters is okay, but asking me to roleplay anything like that will grant you a direct line towards the trash.

No homophobia, transphobia, racism, or any form of discrimination is allowed here. This js a safe space for everyone.

Just remember that behind this blog there's an actual person, with actual feelings.

can write both single line responses that long responses, i easily adapt depending on needs

Mun:

Valentina, 26. Italian. Any pronouns. Demi-aroace, genderfluid. Main blog @lynnlovesthestars .

I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.

[grimowled]

the formidable @strikers-saloon said: It had been a choice of time and date for his return to see the Goetia that he almost finished off. In the end, it was his need for a job that kept him from ending Stolas that evening, that and M&M that attacked him, sending him running off. Sneaking past security and spells were natural, though he felt a prince who's got a contract out for them, even if it had been suspended for a moment, would have done better to protect himself. Finding a moment where no one else was around, he'd keep himself hidden in the dark, away from direct sight in case Stolas felt vengeful, and with a soft hiss, he'd begin to speak. "Such a wonderful thing to see, you're up and about as opposed to that hospital bed, or the tracks." He kept himself still to the sound of his boots, hoping his voice would echo enough to keep him safe until he could gauge their response. "I take it you feel safe enough with your banshee of a soon-to-be-ex called off the contract. But you do know who's she's got keepin' you safe from the other killers?" He couldn't help but smile, the killer turned pseudo-bodyguard, as now he was more worth to her alive than dead, while she was hatching a plan to acquire all of the wealth.

THE MANSION WAS DEATHLY QUIET, cloaked in shadows and mist as it once had been before his doomed arranged marriage came to pass, when he was a mere owlet raised by imp servants; only they remained to give it a faint semblance of life during daytime, with his prized daughter currently spending time away with her mother (she had been reluctant to leave him alone considering the recent events, but he'd needed some time to reflect in solitude). but at nightfall a thick silence engulfed it but for the tinkling of slow-revolving astronomical models and the crackling of the fireplace, which he stared pensively into as he sipped a glass of deep-red wine.

(it was a rather exciting time, for various events were finally set in motion!)

owlish senses had picked up on a certain shadow intruding upon the magical field surrounding his regal home, setting off the warding glyphs he'd placed around; he'd always been pretty lax when it came to personal security, having erroneously believed himself and his family untouchable - hiring blitzø as a bodyguard had been a thrilling little game meant to delight him, a mere excuse to keep the object of his obsession closer; and of course sponsor his charming little start-up business like any good patron of great wealth should.

but he had made a grave mistake, underestimating the unmatched resourcefulness and sheer determination of imps. a particular imp, to be precise: the very same who'd managed to sneak into his abode in the dead of night - a hitman with exceptional skill and courage in spades, enough to go confidently against an ancient eldritch demon of his caliber, now in his own territory.

but this? it was quite the turn of events - for stiker hadn't come to finish the job, this time. perhaps he'd finally realised what a damnably wasted talent he was in the hands of one so uninspired as stella.

the fire cast eerie dancing lights upon his pale strigine features, imbuing the four embers of his eyes with a fierce glow that stood out against the bleak slate-tinted background of creeping shadows. a subtle smile curled his beak as the unmistakably accented voice rose like a ghostly echo in the vast chamber. the prince himself was seemingly relaxed, silk-robed and languidly laying back in a plush armchair with his long limbs crossed, glass held between his talons, musing as he idly swirled the dark liquid within.

"--well, well. a little late for a visit, hm? I expected some flowers, or at least a get well card, after everything we've been through together ... really, I was terribly disappointed. but go on ... humour me. who is keeping me all safe and sound when it's dark outside?"

he could easily guess the answer - but he didn't mind the surprisingly pleasant chill that snaked down his spine prompted by the other's deep voice, pulsing like poison in his recent wounds.

[avispatr]

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

✖: A plot you would never do/can't do with your character

♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect

☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

I really wanna do the thread you mentioned in your own post about Octavia tbh. Feels like it has a lot of potential! Maybe we can develop that in the verse where he's teaching her magic?

2. ✖: A plot you would never do/can't do with your character

Not a lot comes to mind on what I wouldn't write. I know I have recently seen a lot of people talk about incest in the goetia, which is something I am not at all interested in.

3. ♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

More goetia oc's!

4. ☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect

@originemesis is pretty cool, their take on Adam goes pretty far in depth while maintaining the humor and oddities of Adam in canon. Its hard to flesh out a character beyond canon while retaining the aspects that made the character who they are in canon and I think they do a solid job at that, the way their Adam talks has a humor and wit to him that makes him feel really special.

5. ☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying

Writing a powerful character does not give you as the writer more agency then anyone else involved in the thread. You can write a character that can one shot everyone in the show, but if people don't have fun writing with you then you won't write at all. Its important to keep the desires of other writers in mind and compromise on things. You need to be responsible with how you write your god like muse.

Example: I write Paimon. He's a King in the goetia. Paimon might be able to show up and force Octavia into an arranged marriage in canon, or execute Stolas. He could likely do all those things and get away with it. But Stolas writers might not want him to be executed, people with Octavia muses might not want to be married. I can't force those plots on them if they don't want.

Ethically its the wrong thing to do, and also I just couldn't do that cause at the end of the day people can choose not to write with me!

You need to keep the desires of others in mind, if not for the sake of their own enjoyment then at least for your own future in the rpc.

[evilkennedy]

Helloooo Tumblr! Back again making a rp ad.

I’m looking for a rp partner, 18+ only as I am 22.

I’m semi-lit to lit and I write in third person, I don’t expect responses to match my length but I kindaaaa hope for it. I do however also prefer my partner to write in third person.

I have the most muse for Helluva Boss rn, more specifically Stolas/Blitz from HB, I would be writing as Stolas. I don’t mind darker themes, especially not angst bc obviously they’re already angsty. I also don’t mind doubling and playing as a character that you would want as well!!

I might also be down for some Hazbin Hotel as well, just hit me up on discord (sunflowerdany) or message on here !!

*note, it may take me lengthy periods of time to respond as it all depends on availability and muse.

[stolas-arsgoetia-rp]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Bayley, what can I say? It’s my name.

Roleplayer pronouns: He/They

Muse name(s): Stolas of the Ars Goetia is my main muse, I also enjoy playing Vassago of the Ars Goetia and Moxxie all from Helluva Boss. I’m also down to do Wolfstar or Johnlock if anyone was interested.

Preferred communication: Tumblr or Discord (stolas_arsgoetia) or my main blog @daddyhoothoot

Experience: I’ve been RPing for so so long. I took a break for some years but have been back to it for a few months now. I’ve played so many different characters on so many different platforms starting out on MySpace (yes I’m old lol) from tumblr, twitter, discord etc.

Preferred roleplay type: I prefer longer responses that help continue the scenes and not just like one sentence responses.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: when people make every scene about their character and don’t let mine have equal time in the limelight. I don’t like when say, for example: my character got hurt and then the other one has to get hurt even worse so now it’s about them. If that makes sense.

Best time to write: I prefer at night or late evening, I am a night owl naturally.

Are you like your muse?: I am like Stolas in a lot of ways. I also sacrifice myself for other people, can be a people pleaser, can be dramatic at times, care about my loved ones so so much, will fight for them no matter what, can be lonely/depressed, love to read, love space/astronomy and plants, hopeless romantic.

Tagged by: @doublejango

Tagging: I only RP with one person on here rn so whoever wants to do this pls do

[infernal-wrath]

𖤐 This is an indie, semi-selective, roleplay page for the original member of the brotherhood of gym-dwellers, deadly sin of Wrath and self-proclaimed first ever ruler of Hell, Satan~ ִ ࣪𖤐

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

⛧⃝ This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

⛧⃝ I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

⛧⃝ I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

⛧⃝ I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

⛧⃝ In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

⛧⃝ Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

⛧⃝ Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

⛧⃝ As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

⛧⃝ I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer Morningstar. @rubberduckydemonking

Alastor. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. @spiderbby

Husk. @whisky-whiskers

Vox. @hypno-glitch

Valentino. @sluttymothman

Travis. @lusty-owl

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

Vassago. @prince-vassago

Yogirt. @satanslittleyogi

[assassin-imp]

Been puttin’ the ASS in ASSassin since…well, whenever I realised offing people for money was a fuckin’ genius move!

𖤐 This is an independent roleplay page for Hell’s own self-proclaimed Demon-dicker, Blitzø 𖤐

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

𖤐 This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

𖤐 I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

𖤐 I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

𖤐 I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

𖤐 In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

𖤐 Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

𖤐 Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

𖤐 As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

𖤐 I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer. @rubberduckydemonking

Alastor. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. @spiderbby

Husk. @whisky-whiskers

Vox. @hypno-glitch

Valentino. @sluttymothman

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

Vassago. @prince-vassago

Yorgirt. @satanslittleyogi

[spiderbby]

Hey, come on now, don’t be shy. Daddy ain’t gonna bite ya…well, unless ya want me to~

❤︎ This is an independent roleplay page for Hell’s very own ‘Sex-x-x-i' award-winning pornstar and gun-slinging bad bitch, Angel Dust~ ❤︎

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

❤︎ This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

❤︎ I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

❤︎ I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

❤︎ I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

❤︎ In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

❤︎ Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

❤︎ Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

❤︎ As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

❤︎ I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer. @rubberduckydemonking

Alastor. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. @spiderbby

Husk. @whisky-whiskers

Vox. @hypno-glitch

Valentino. @sluttymothman

Travis. @lusty-owl

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

Vassago. @prince-vassago

Yorgirt. @satanslittleyogi

[principeestrella]

ִ ࣪𖤐 This is an indie, semi-selective, roleplay page for the passionate parrot prince with a fierce sense of justice, Vassago~ ִ ࣪𖤐

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

A little about this page.

𖤐 This account is run by a fully-fledged adult who is 25+ and will include content that explores dark themes, sexual content and foul language. Do NOT interact with this page if you are a minor.

𖤐 I tend to write 3-4 descriptive paragraph responses in my rp. Shorter or longer is totally fine, don’t feel the need to match me (I’m a big ol’ waffler) — all I ask is that responses are long enough to give me something to work with.

𖤐 I do not currently practice mains or exclusives. I am happy to roleplay with duplicates, although, obviously my relationship with each portrayal will be different based on previous threads/events.

𖤐 I am chronically multiship. For me, it’s all about the chemistry between our muses.

𖤐 In spite of my stellar ability to ‘wax poetic’ about the most mundane of things, I am dyslexic. The reason I bring this up is just in case any errant spelling or grammar mistakes slip into my responses. I apologise, let me know and I’m always happy to edit (or just ignore them and win my lifelong affection.)

𖤐 Plot-wise, I am always happy to explore silly cross-overs and divergence from canon. I LOVE both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss and will welcome, with open arms, any new friendships and roleplay partners. Likewise, OC’s are welcome on this page.

𖤐 Please know that there is never any pressure to reply to a post of mine in any timeframe! All I ask is that no pressure is applied on me either. If I could, I would spend all my time on here writing with all of you talented people, however, life has a habit of getting in the way.

𖤐 As you can see below, I have amassed a hefty collection of pages. If you lose inspiration/motivation for a post we are writing then it’s 100% fine, in fact I positively implore you, to let me know. We can start a new thread. We can explore a different one of my muses. Just let me know!

𖤐 I’m perhaps to least intimidating person ever (like, the kind of person who would accidentally apologise to a door if I walked into it) so please, feel comfortable to come and chat~

Other Blogs.

Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer Morningstar. @rubberduckydemonking

Alastor. @staticsmiles

Angel Dust. @spiderbby

Husk. @whisky-whiskers

Vox. @hypno-glitch

Valentino. @sluttymothman

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

Yogirt. @satanslittleyogi

Verosika. @sluttymayday