#bringsin

[the-smallest-star]

@ahelluvahigh Val wants to pinch the cheeks @infxnatum Someone's gonna have a bad time @bringsin velvette's biting him @ladiesofhell Vel would dress him properly and carry him XD

"I will kill all of you if you so much as breath a word of this... sickness."

[venisontransmission]

@bringsin

Grins with all five pairs of teeth. Snaps the femur in half.

[hclluvahctel-aa]

@bringsin

THE DOOR CLICKED SHUT BEHIND HIM, unsure if Loona would be asleep or not. Despite his lack of eating, he finds himself not wanting to fix up anything to eat. The blanket he'd taken from the party still wrapped around him, he walks over to the couch and dropped down onto the cushions.

[von-eldritch]

@bringsin liked this for a one-liner!

"I never thought I'd ask this not as an insult but; how is being a whore going?"

[firstwcman]

@bringsin asked, ↕ eve is 5'2, angel is 8'1, and my lilith (for funsies you don't have to include her) is 9'4

⛧ — send me ↕ + your muse’s height ; I will compare theirs to mine.

eve pov:

[gctchell]

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT // @bringsin // wall.

[hashtagbiitch]

@bringsin you received a notification from velvette

velvette memes your muse accepting !

[radioiaci]

@bringsin ▹ liked for a starter.

It is the presence of another in the kitchen that keeps Alastor from looking as sour as he feels this morning, nursing a heavy mug of coffee to hopefully peel away the exhaustion and throbbing headache he's been coping with for some hours now.

Sleep is ever the evasive creature.

But it will not do to be openly hostile to another of the residents - even if the resident in question is Angel Dust. The sinner grates on his nerves at the best of times, but Alastor remains blessedly silent as he peers quietly at the other from across the room. He says nothing, keeping his mouth occupied with his morning beverage, though there is the distinct buzz of radio interference that churns in the air around his head which may point to some of his evident discomfort.

He prays that it will not be mentioned.

[exalted-slaughter]

@bringsin continued from X.

“I doubt such a thing. It is probably the same ghoulish black hue as your Hellborn subjects, with how deeply the demonic rot has sunk itself into your body. Though sadly, I have never tasted the blood of a proper demon, so I have no way of knowing what yours might taste like if that is the case.”

Despite her foul words, she makes no overt move of violence or of any plans to try and shed the Queen’s blood herself. Instead she simply leers, grinning that same sadistic smile that is sure to send any common sinner screaming and scrambling to cram themselves into the closest hiding spot they can find. She crouches nearby, boots balanced on a ledge while her claws grip the stone, almost like she was trying to imitate a gothic gargoyle of human architecture.

“So then, Queen of Hell…What exactly is your plan now that you are back in your home?”

[the-smallest-star]

@bringsin

vel: i can help with that.

... why does he feel he'd regret it if he said yes.

[greedonya]

@bringsin said: “ and for the record: no. “ from lilith! / PROMPTS.

"Aw, Lilith, I didn't even say anything! I'm running the numbers in the ol' noggin and I've come to the conclusion. . ." Mulls it over with with haste. "You owe me an evening of your company. At the VERY least." Knocks the first woman with a bump of his hip. Sick with glee, Mammon jests to get his desire for her presence known.

Sure, she wasn't everyone's cup of tea. It was safe to assume Lilith held some distain for the fallen angel and the core built up from Greed; 10,000 years of her name falling off tongues dripped in malice was enough to put the safe expectation in Mammon. Not that the Angel paid any mind or insult. However, she really did derive a sense of jollity from being near the familiarity Lilith held. Enough to soften up.

"Let me guess, not today, Mammon! Psh-"

[jizzlords]

@bringsin said: it wasn't angel's choice, but val's sold his bath water before. angel's cringing too

how does he know for sure it wasn't your choice? maybe you're saying that to cover your ass.

[von-eldritch]

@bringsin replied to your post “@bringsin said: smash or pass uh.........whoever...”:

LOONA AGGRESSIVELY FANNING HERSELF

"That a yes? 'Cause I've got some smudge-proof lipstick I've been meaning to test~"

[infernal-blaze]

@bringsin liked for a starter.

Alastor was doing his nightly rounds of the hotel when Angel walked in through the hotel's front door. Head swiveled towards the spider, ears perking in curiosity.

"And where might you have been so late at night, hm?" The deer approached Angel, ever present smile seeming to widen. "Charlie was looking for you earlier. She was quite worried, you know." The sickly sweet tone of his voice was obviously a show.

[venisontransmission]

fuck yes from angel but we been knew.

PUT ‘ FUCK YES ‘ IN MY ASK IF YOUR MUSE WANTS TO FUCK MINE

"You're so pitiful, little spider." He giggles cruelly. "But you certainly are entertaining."

[staticheck]

VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE & CHARACTER 'DEATH' TW.

+ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. Their body twisted away from their charge and rolled against jagged rocks like a marionette without strings, gathering additional scrapes and tears against the fabric of their uniform and marred skin. Their once tight braid comes apart as they ragdoll down the uneven slope towards molten lava until finally, cresting along the edge of the world, their figure comes to a halt. One arm splayed towards the cliff, the other falling over their waist — bright crimson eyes glazing over to milk white. Their last breath leaves their open lips. Their blades land nearby. A moment of time separate from the present passes rapidly as foliage frames their corpse, sprouting greenery and red velvet roses into full bloom before withering into ashes.

Though they had succeeded in foiling holy plans by enveloping Lilith in their shadows and jumping to another plane, the sacred beam had still struck true. Not on its intended target, but Alastor who had stood between the opposing forces, resulting in their mangled, lifeless remains on ancient ground; their heart in smithereens and half of their torso asunder. Somewhere in Hell an Overlord feels a ( 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 ) sever and 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 set in.

Ideas don't die. Vengeance will return, but who knows which century that will be?

* + @bringsin