#andrealphus rp

[stolas-arsgoetia-rp]

((Would anyone be down to try a Andrealphus/Stolas RP?))

[brokendreamscreation]

“I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!” (Andrealphus, @a-hell-of-a-time )

The object of ridicule being the tiny white and blue feathered dragon that hisses and snaps at his assailants. Lucid, transformed into this little creature, finds himself cornered and harassed, teased with a metal pipe that is poked at him. Upon seeing the tall bird approach, the feathered reptilian bolts for the Goetia, hooked claws pulling him swiftly up the fabric. If he’s off the ground and away from the others, surely he could escape!

[icecoldbitchbird]

“Eternity is a long time, my dear. I say we bide our time, and wait for the chance to gain the upper hand~”

❅ This is an indie, semi-selective, roleplay page for the ice-cold bitch with an intellect as sharp as his beak, Andrealphus~ ❅

About the writer.

Chessi. She/They. 26. Libra.

Disclaimer.

Not a lot is known about Andealphus outside of his cunning mind, skills as a manipulator and undisputed status as a gay icon: with this in mind, on this page I will explore my own headcanons regarding his backstory and personal life. Which I suspect will lean him towards being, in the wise words of Brandon Rogers, not just a bitch but a bitch with a backstory~ I enjoy antagonistic characters that are both awful people and a product of their upbringing and circumstance. Mostly because it leaves more room for complexity and vulnerability.

If you enjoy sharp-witted antagonists with impeccable fashion sense and no time for idiots then stick around. If you fancy putting a rich, narcissistic, Goetia asshole in their place then, please, stick around. If you want a crack at melting the ice-cold exterior of a man who purports to feel for no one then, by all means, stick around. If you’re interested in exploring themes of classism, the weight of perfection and treacherous backstabbing then stick around~

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

Helluva Boss.

Asmodeus. @kinkylustking

Blitz. @assassin-imp

Fizzarolli. @froggy-fizz

Moxxie. @moxxiemisfire

Stolas. @starlit-sovereign

Andrealphus. @icecoldbitchbird

[vassago-rp]

@a-hell-of-a-time

The council was restructuring, which wasn’t quite as odd as it sounded. An elder had retired recently and they had to get their affairs in order. Tasks were being delegated to other Goetian council members which left paper work piled high.

The elder that had retired had left quite the project behind, continuing the Goetian family tree. He had been in charge of match making and deciding who would need heirs. Their King’s were busy, still producing more and more children as were the Princes and everything below. It was a monumental task to keep up on.

The elders assigned Vassago and Andrealphus to the task until they could find a suitable replacement. Vassago, initially excited about the assignment, frowned when he walked into the retired elder’s office only to find it strewn with piles of papers and a very large, complicated looking tree covering the entirety of the four walls. He stared in disbelief, no wonder he had been assigned a partner.

Vassago didn’t know Andrealphus well but he had noticed him. Satan, had he noticed him. The peacock was beautiful, painfully smart and witty but he could be a real asshole. And Vassago was painfully drawn to him. He blushed any time the other bird so much as looked his way, how in Lucifer’s name was he going to handle being in the same room as him?

The parrot cleared a small space and made himself some tea that was left by the staff and awaited his partner to arrive, his stomach fluttering with excitement and anxiety.

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@rocxyoulikeahurricane (Blood Ball)

It seemed that there was no shortage of interesting guests at the ball tonight. While he didn't recognize many outside of his date and a scattering of other royals and nobility, there were a few individuals who caught his interest. Or rather, their wardrobe.

The figure in particular that caught his eye was in a rather dashing red suit and matching mask. As luck would have it, the figure was heading in his general direction.

"It seems you have decent taste," he said once the other was close by. "Not bad, if I must say so."

[crystal-infusions]

Breaking the Ice

Everything happens for a reason.

Although people like to think they always have control of their lives and don't believe in destiny.

But Fate has a habit of acting on a whim, just like the wind suddenly rising out of nowhere to bring change and playful chaos in our lives.

And that day, Fate decided to lend a hand to someone in need.

A single business card, simple yet elegant, fluttered through the air, carried by the wind like a leaf in mid-autumn. It came from Crystal Infusions, Cassandra’s tea room and shop, the glossy paper adorned with soft lavender hues and delicate calligraphy. The faint scent of herbs and flowers lingered on the card, as though the very essence of her shop had traveled with it.

The front of the card bore the name Crystal Infusions in flowing script, framed by painted gemstones—amethyst, rose quartz, and lapis lazuli. Beneath it read:

"Herbal Teas, Crystal Therapy, and Serenity Awaits"

On the back were the shop details:

Ring of Pride, Pentagram City.

Open Daily. Complimentary Crystal or Gemstone with Every Purchase.

The wind carried the card far from the bustling streets of Pentagram City, lifting it over rugged terrain, through the misty haze of Hell’s Pride ring, and into the icy expanse of a realm distant from the fiery chaos of the city. It soared over frozen cliffs and glittering glaciers until it finally drifted down, settling delicately on the frost-covered balcony of an isolated palace made of ice and snow.

@a-hell-of-a-time

[a-hell-of-a-time]

~ @qveenofgluttony

"Another ball?~ I should start putting thought into my attire." And who to bring as a plus one. He had a few candidates in mind.

"A ball? I wonder if Charlie would like to attend..."

[rpicons]

181 icons of andrealphus from helluva boss s2ep4. Like or reblog if using icons. Download: here.

[ditzyblue-blood]

whos the hottest non-blitzo person? it can be genderswapped people in your universe. also, in case you thought i forgot, △

The meme in question

"9. That would be Andrealphus, but don't tell Blitzy."

[wandawillkill312]

"NEW MUSE!!!"

*Sighs*

"Just so all of you know...I'm only contractually obligated to be here..."

"So...who wants to interact with me, first?"

Me: "Really? So enthusiastic..." 🙄

((Yeah, the episode was decent, but Andrealphus was a little...tepid, in his debut.

I did enjoy the Striker scenes, though- minus the Imp Mariachi Band.

They were not needed...at all.

Same with their song for Striker.

I skipped most of the Blitz and Loona stuff, as well.

Moxxie and Millie were cool. Loved their dynamic.

But yeah. 5 1/2 out of 10 for the episode.

And yeah, Andrealphus is a new muse.

Feel free to interact with him- I can't promise he'll be nice...))

[infernumhqs]

The Ars Goetia are looking for ANDREALPHUS to come and join them!

INFERNUM RECONCINNO is a 20+ NSFW thrilling crossover discord roleplay set in the chaotic and vibrant universes of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.

[stolas-arsgoetia-rp]

Starter for @a-hell-of-a-time

Stolas was told as a child that he was engaged to the Marquis Andrealphus. He had never met the peacock before but from the picture he was shown, he looked rather mean and unhappy. Stolas cried, he had always imagined that if he got married it would be for love and not out of obligation. He was told that they had to secure blood lines and that their families tied together would be beyond powerful. There was nothing to be done.

The prince grew up, a lonely isolated boy into an even lonelier and angry teenager. When he was 16, Stolas had reached a point where he hated everything. His father, his life, his responsibilities, everything was loathsome. It was on his 16th birthday when he was to meet his betrothed for the first time and he was dreading it. He dressed in all black like he was attending a funeral but to him, it was in a sense. The end of the rest of his life, bound to someone he didn’t even know. In two years time they would be forced to be married and it made him sick.

Stolas stood out front of the palace with his father standing behind him, a scowl on his face as they awaited for the Marquis to arrive where they would be forced to spend the day together. Stolas was so ready to hate him, to spend the entire day ignoring his existence but when a car pulled up and the Marquis stepped out, he faltered.

The peacock was beautiful. He was ethereal and Stolas’ eyes widened as he approached them. He faltered before remembering to hold out his hand in greeting. His instinct was to bow but he had learned the hard way not to do that in front of his father.

“H-Hello. I’m Stolas.” He blushed a bit as he stumbled over his words, the beauty of the peacock made him incredibly nervous. When introductions were over, they were escorted inside for tea. Stolas had no idea how he was going to get through the day. He was supposed to marry that? Stolas could hardly compare, the Marquis must be embarrassed to even be seen around him! Stolas barely suppressed a groan as he busied himself making tea.

[fat-slobby-hunks]

Speaking of wheels

Any muses use mobility scooters? Who likes it and who loathes it?

Off the top of my head these two perfectly encapsulate the two extremes of the mobility aid scale.

Stoles doesn't mind using one (he even got a free scooter when he went to the human world!) He has no idea it's meant to be a weight thing and just assumes it's for convenience.

andrealphus on the other hand can't stand needing to use one... on one hand yeah he thinks he's hot shit and shouldn't have to lift a finger but on the other hand... he KNOWS it's his own fat keeping him wheel bound.

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@copaceticjillybean (Blood Ball)

Caim swatted Andre's hand away as he reached over in an attempt to pluck a sweet off her tray.

"I told you to go get your own," she said, narrowing her eyes at him as he pouted.

"Haven't you ever heard of sharing?"

"Haven't you heard of getting off your pampered ass to get your own?" She had to refrain from rolling her eyes as he sighed dramatically.

"You are so cruel to me, but have it your way." As he made to stand, Andrealphus spotted a familiar figure not too far from their table. Even though she wore a mask, he would know those fox ears anywhere.

Caim, having followed his gaze, couldn't help but smile. "Jillian~! Finally some good company~" Her smile turned into a smirk as she felt the marquis's glare under her mask.

[icecoldbitchbird]

starter for the lovely @vassago-rp

The soft, demonic, glow of turquoise eyes reflected back at Andrealphus from the crystalline windows of his snow-covered mansion. An appreciative chirping trill hummed in his throat as he inspected his appearance — the substantial amount of time the marquis had spent preening in front of the mirror that morning had clearly paid off. There wasn’t a single feather out of place on his body. To others, his immaculate appearance was a sign of of his unconcealed vanity. Just the pompous theatrics of an attention hungry peacock. To Andrealphus, applying a delicate, subtle, swipe of eyeliner or adorning his body in luxurious silks and precious gems was the same as applying war paint and battle armour. Truth is, the bird would sooner be caught dead than poorly dressed. It was a power move. A weapon that could be weirded on the social battlefield. The icy-cold avian had found that social meetings were little more than a vicious battlefield, disguised as civility. The simple truth of the matter was that any minor misstep could damage your reputation — and there was nothing more important to most goetia than their reputation.

Thanks to his brain dead sister and her, tragically beautiful, bastard of a husband their reputation had been…on thin ice, so to speak. As the only member of his family who seemed capable of successfully utilising his intellect, it’d soon become his responsibility to oversee damage control. It was laborious. More than ever, the need to be perfect had began to weigh heavy as the diamond-encrusted tiara that sat atop his head.

The sound of the door handle squeaking softly snapped Andrealphus out of his thoughts — what an unpleasant noise. He really ought to get that damn thing replaced! The door swept open to reveal his guest of honour, Prince Vassago. The impish butler that had led the prince to the room bowed deeply before closing the door behind Vassago and fleeing to ready the tea. “Your majesty, I’m so glad you could make it~” there was a light-hearted ease within his words, the peacock bowing a little in a gesture of respect. Andrealphus then took a moment to allowed his eyes to linger on the prince’s appearance, the brilliant red feathers of the other man were vibrant against the backdrop of snow and ice. With a delicate sweep of his hand, Andrealphus gestured towards the table, two impish servants scurried to pull out chairs for both of the men, “Please, take a seat.”

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

The spontaneity was one thing most wouldn't expect from the marquis; one who has spent his life calculating and planning every detail to gain the best possible outcome would not be someone to do something risky. In fact, the last time he had done this was in his youth, though he could no longer recall the name of the goetia he had been with. Then again it was a one time event, and Andre never saw them after that.

Pushing his memories aside, Andrealphus led his date down a deserted hallway. Not too far down was a door which he believed led to either a utility closet, or an abandoned room. Fortune was upon them, for it was a small, yet abandoned room.

"After you~" he said with a devilish grin on his beak as he held open the door.

“Andre you minx” he grins as he follows him along. He really doesn’t have to tell him twice, much too eager to see what the other has mind. But he also just didn’t expect this from him if it’s what he thinks this is.