#andact1on

[infernal-feminae]

@andact1on replied: travis: 💔

Ew

[alteredassistant]

"hey cutie, can i stroke that pretty tail? or l-like...um...buy you a drink"

        Try  to  fluster  my  muse.  Do  whatever  it  takes  to  make  them  blush!

"...Didn't really stick the landing, did you?" He flicked Travis with his tail, going back to looking at the work on his tablet.

[protovoxxed]

@andact1on replied to your post:

idk what you mean. icejjfish is a legend

"Legendary shit is what this is. This sucks."

[gethellbcnt]

@lettherebemonsters shrieked! ; ( I swear if they started selling Adam merch on the Hazbin site my cart would start looking like that lol) @andact1on shrieked! ; get that cowboy merch! @cxffeeshxp shrieked! ; Curious what the leaks are for Al.

MAN fr tho!

if they began releasing merch of other characters beyond the main cast as separate items, they'd be not only raking in so much money, but they'd be able to cater to a wider amount of enjoyers who both want merch of a specific character AND those who like more than one!

i'm thankful to all my wonderful clients who continue to be patient with me and allow me the ability to collect these silly little guys, and i'll be DAMNED if i ever have to pay +$40 for a pin again!!

as for the leaks, all i know is that it relates to his backstory, and that's about it. current series al is so bland for me that he make King Magnifico look well-written tbh 💅💅

[calamitism]

HAZBIN HOTEL & HELLUVABOSS STARTERS @andact1on sent: ❛ whoever left the fucking avocado salad in the fridge, i’m taking it because i have the worst hangover right now. ❜ for melissa

"Oh..." She had been looking forward to that salad...

But if Travis' hangover is that bad, then she can make an exception. With any luck, the break room still has some bagels, or fruit, maybe... That's enough for lunch, right?

"You're buying my dinner later tonight to make up for it though," Melissa settles on with a sigh. "Please?"

[hazbinned]

♡ any of the vees

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●○○ | AFFECTION

●●●○○ | INTEREST

●●○○○ | LOYALTY

●●●○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

"You're like leftover fries. Not the worst... but not the best either." Val blew a puff of smoke in his face. "You remind me of someone."

[chasingrainbcws]

@andact1on is looking disrespectfully !

❝ You fucking would, you little troll~ I take cash up-front. ♡ ❞

[hellsgreatestperformance]

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears

@andact1on

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. / Accepting

「🕸️This was bullshit! No matter how extraordinarily he performed it was never enough. HE was never enough. Val's interest in him seemed to be waning, and he knew he should revel in this fact since this is what he wanted. He loathed being his plaything. He loathed receiving the brunt of his anger when something triggered an explosive reaction. Hell, the moth even touching him now a days sent cold chills through his spine and yet...

In some fucked up way he couldn't handle feeling replaceable. Was he not special anymore? What was he lacking? His numbers were fine. He was still reeling in the big bucks for their industry. So why? From time to time, Val would surprise him with thoughtful gifts, or take him out on dates where it had only been the two of them. Even praise him when he earned it through his hard work and dedication towards his craft. Yet, something was a miss. Val was mostly just getting angry with him lately and ignoring him, and Angel couldn't fathom why. Could it be punishment for something unknown? Was it to fuck with him?...

In the beginning, Val's praise was everything. For years he had idolized him when he watched his films. He always assumed he'd never even be a dot on the man's radar, yet one day Val came to personally see him. He wasn't as famous back then, had even just begun to make a name for himself. Yet this hot shot Overlord wanted him! Even after everything he endured afterwards when the honeymoon phase was over...why did he still crave that praise from the man he despised? Why did it have to be this way? He pulled his legs close to his chest and sighed. It had been decades. It was only a matter of time before he found someone knew...someone shinier...And he knew he should be happy about it.

Maybe he needed a few drinks to take the edge off. Maybe smash a few bottles to let off a bit of stem. So that's what he did. He indulged in a few bottles of vodka and had smashed the third against the wall, drawing blood from his hand in his drunken rage. ❝ Fuck yuh, yuh asshole! I did-I... ❞ His bloodied hand wrapped around another bottle. The contents thrown, busting against the wall. Liquid decorated the wall in a soon to last stain as he fell to his knees. In this state he was unable to control the tears that stung his eyes and forced their way down his cheeks. He hated this. Hated appearing so weak when men weren't supposed to cry. If only his grandfather could see him now...

He flinched almost immediately when he felt someone touch his face. it took a moment to register what they were doling, and his eyes widened to see Travis. Fuck! He quickly wiped his eyes and sniffled whilst turning his back to the man. Of all the demon's to fucking see him right now. He wanted to beg him to not tell Val, but that meant showing more vulnerability then he was comfortable with. And created ammunition to be used against him. ❝ Wha' d'ya want? Yuh wanna fuck? Is that it? ❞ He finally turned, displaying his bullshit smile as he leaned downwards and extended his fingers to touch his chin. ❝ Yuh wanna get down dirty, daddy?~ ❞ His lower set of hands fluffed his own chest. ❝ 'Cause I'm feelin' lonely an' need a...strong man ta fuck me. ❞ 」

[isforever]

iMMEDIATE CONCERN he occasionally forgets sinners can't die. a gentle poke with the apple staff. " er.... you okay, my good man ? " @andact1on

[angie-long-legs]

🐕

Walk Down Memory Lane

send in a symbol to receive a drabble or meta about one of my muse's memories.

🐕 - a memory involving a pet

"sorry, baby. forgive me x."

Valentino's looping, flamboyant script was unmistakable. The four-word apology had been written in gold gel pen on a purple, heady-scented card and propped against the mirror of Angel's vanity, almost as though Val had known that the actor's first port of call would be to slather makeup over the quick-blooming bruises. The last thing Angel needed was to hear whispers in the hallways, to flush hot and humiliated as his coworkers raised eyebrows and exchanged hushed words of judgement - or worse, pity. Nobody had to know that Val's hands-on approach to managing his star had recently taken a more violent turn, or that their passionate love affair was starting to suffer as fear and force soaked in like a stain.

Eyes drifting from the note to his own reflection, Angel winced. A deep purple crescent hung around his eye, decorated with a constellation of blood splatters from his cracked brow and burst lip, and the ghost of squeezing hands formed a shadowy collar around his neck. This was going to be a bitch to cover for the camera.

In a fraction of a second, the glimmer of rage that constantly threatened to broach the surface of Angel's facade became nuclear, a hot expanse of anger that engulfed every inch of him. Balling up the note, Angel threw it hard against the mirror. The flimsy piece of cardboard bounced feebly off the glass and rolled across the rug, stopping at the side of his bed, and Angel groaned softly into his hands. Screwing up his eyes to blur the furious tears, he let out a long exhale as he attempted to gather his senses, heart pounding in his throbbing chest. He couldn't afford to have a tantrum over a few bruises. He had to get it together.

Standing on shaky legs, Angel crossed over to retrieve the note and crouched down, unfurling the card before carefully and meticulously smoothing out the creases. Good as new. However, it was as he prepared to toss the note on his bed that he noticed something a little out of the ordinary.

Staring back at him from the foot of his bed with wide, unblinking eyes was a pig. The creature was small - perhaps the size of a cat, or a particularly monstrous rabbit - and rather round, with stubby little legs and floppy pink ears, prickled with hell-appropriate spikes and eyes where eyes typically should not be. It had evidently made itself quite at home on Angel's bed, forming a nest out of the soft, pink comforter it was sat upon and lounging contentedly, almost as if it were waiting for Angel to show up. The piglet was wearing a collar, he noticed, and the bewildered porn star rushed forward to examine it in search of an explanation. The heart-shaped tag read:

"For mi angelito. I love you."

Any remaining anger Angel held on to melted into guilt. Val had got him a pet? Fuck, Angel had got him all wrong. Of course he was sorry. Angel knew him: Val was the guy who spoilt him, who knew all his hopes and dreams, who showered him with enough love to fill in all the cracks where a lifetime of loneliness split him open. The recent aggression, it was a blip. Val was overworked, he was stressed, and Angel had just happened to catch him in his low moments. But he was sorry. He was making it up to him. He loved Angel.

Sinking down onto the bed, the arachnid scooped the chubby little animal into his lap, hoping the affection might dull the gnawing ache in his heart. The pig grunted indignantly, seemingly irritated at having been so unfairly removed from his cosy little den and snuffled curiously against Angel's chest. The spider chuckled; the ache softened.

"Hey, easy there, buddy," he laughed, hoisting the pig from his lap and holding him up. "Yer a chunky fella, ain't ya? Ya hungry?" Digging into his pocket, Angel fished out a half-eaten packet of dried fruit and poured a handful into his palm before holding it out to the pig, who gladly gobbled it up in a few bites. Giggling, Angel flopped back on the bed, holding the piglet above him with a fond gaze and a tender smile.

"I think we're gonna get along just fine, Fat Nuggets."

[infernal-feminae]

date? / emberlynn

Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [x] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [x] Their own porn lol (other options)

[x] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [x] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature   • [x] Beach   • [ ] Park   • [ ] Forest       • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[x] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home   • [x] Watching movies   • [ ] Playing Video Games   • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[madsxientific]

" Do you mind giving me an iota of personal space, Travis? "

@andact1on

[sidebitchcs]

he glances nervously at @andact1on. "do... you think they're done yet?"

[gethellbcnt]

@andact1on shrieked at your post! ; she gonna get that so fast

this is their dynamic but reversed, and she's very content to KEEP IT that way!!

[primordialruin]

☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?

Hella sweet munday!

☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?

Meeting creative people with whom we mix our lore to create a frankenstein of a verse that works amazingly! Also, my RP partners' patience! It hasn't been easy to write, so to still feel welcomed as I'm figuring out my rhythm has made returning here feel like coming home. I'm also grateful to the people that leave kind comments on my art accounts. Overall, I feel very happy to continue with writing, my Lilith's development and my art. I know the fandom at large is far from perfect, but the little corner of it that I've interacted with so far has been wonderful to me.

I'm happy that I get along with everyone!

[alteredassistant]

i'm shipping him with travis already. but i'd laugh my ass off if trevor slapped or rejected travis too.

((depends on his approach. godspeed travis))