#carmilla roleplay

[futureofhell]

❝ You have two minutes to convince me not to silence you for good. ❞

CARMILLA CARMINE IS STILL OPEN! The exterminations might have ended, but Hell still needs their top weapons dealer, right? Come and apply for Carmilla before it’s too late!

[roleplayfinder]

Hello! I’m 18+ looking for another 18+ partner for a Carmilla (original book OR the 2019 film) rp, preferably Carmilla x Laura. I’d prefer to play Carmilla, but I’m flexible! I tend to write one paragraph prose rp at the most but again, am flexible! I’m comfortable with implied NSFW (fade-to-black, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go). AUs and plot discussion welcome as well :D Interact and I’ll reach out!

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[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

Little Clara and Odette both had nightmares so they got to Carmilla and Zestial’s room and they sleep in the bed with their parents. 💚🖤

I like that. I like that indeed. Here you go!

《Little ones. What art thou doing awake so late?》 asked Zestial, rising to a sitting position.

Clara and Odette's attempt to climb on the bed had woken him. They were too small to succeed on their own, and he used his shadows to aide them, welcoming both girls in his arms to soothe them

《Did something happen? 》

《There's an angel at our window! 》 Cried Odette, grabbing the shirt of his pyjamas

Clara nodded alongside her

《We are scared! 》

《An angel? Art thou sure thou hast not dreamed? 》 Asked Zestial. It had been a recurring nightmare for both girls since the last extermination, and he was pretty sure that this time was no exception as well -the windows in the girls' rooms were sealed and covered at night, and not visible from their beds, for added security- but he still borrowed his spiders'eyes to inspect the perimeter, to be extra certain... Nothing amiss was found, and he relaxed a bit

《I saw it. It was horrible, all golden and withe, and it wanted to take us away! 》 insisted the blonde child, hiding her face against his body

《I didn't see it. But if Odette is scared, I'm scared too 》 agreed Clara, getting closer to him as well

He hugged both toddlers a bit tighter against his chest, his big hands completely covering their backs

《Doth not fear, nobody shall harm thee. Thou art safe here 》

《Have you checked with the spiders? 》 asked Clara, that found his lack of alarm reassuring

《Indeed. No angels in sight, mine precious. Would thou like some milk before going back to bed? 》

Odette shook her head, a few tears still coming down her eyes

《No, I don't want to go back, I'm still scared! 》

《I can sleep in your room, I'll protect you! 》 offered Clara, hugging her sister, but she was still a bit shaken herself

《No, I want mum. Can we wake her? 》 pleaded the child

Zestial turned to look at Carmilla that, laying next to him, seemed still immersed in a peaceful slumber. Her day had been so long, and the next one wouldn't be any lighter... The girls were still unsettled, but not too much, he could handle this on his own.

《Thine mother needs rest, little lambkin, I shall stay up with thee instead, is that alright? 》

《I want to at least sleep next to mum 》

《I want to sleep here too 》

Zestial smiled, kissing each of them on the top of their heads before moving them under the covers and tucking them in. Such compromise was a welcome one

《Alright little eanlings. Stay here and get cozy, I shall go to get thee both some milk 》

《And if the angel comes for real? 》

《Angels may not enter houses. And even if it does, I shall deal with it! Thou stay here, and doth not wake thine mother. 》

《Alright. But don't stay away for long! 》

《I shall come back in a matter of minutes, I promise》

When he returned with a tray and their favourite plushies, Zestial was not surprised to find both children asleep in their mother’s embrace.

He got back in his spot slowly, as to not disturb them, but as he went to kiss them on their foreheads, a little suspect found its way in his brain, making him almost chuckle as he caressed Carmilla’s hair

《Thou art awake, art thou not, mine dearest?》

Carmilla just smiled as he kissed her as well. Seeing the man she loves dote on their her daughters, was always the sweetest of dreams.

[tanema123]

I saw a post with baby Carmilla chewing on a knife.

I think it was a post by @weapons-maker-carmilla.

So, here it is.

[zestialmorde]

After a few too many drinks, Zestial is ready to tell the story of how him and Carmilla's friendship blossomed

tagging: @carmilla15 @ep1c-m0ai

445 words Zestial pov fluff

An: I know this is a little weird for a roleplay blog but it also felt too long to just answer the ask? That's why its kinda set up like a fanfic even though it is Zestials pov still. It's also not green bc I didnt want everyone to hate me lmao

I met Carmilla many years ago. Our paths had crossed several times before we ever exchanged words, though whether she noticed me lurking in the shadows is another matter. From the moment she entered the scene, she had me captivated with her power and grace. She moved through the aftermath of the exterminators' visits with such elegance, looking more like an angel than the angels who had just departed. Her presence was magnetic, drawing all eyes and leaving an indelible impression on everyone she encountered.

Our first proper meeting was at an overlords' assembly. Keep in mind, I was in charge of the roster back then, so naturally, I ensured her inclusion as soon as her soul count was sufficient. For a newcomer to the overlords' meeting, she was a firecracker! Unlike Velvette, who is all flash and fury, Carmilla was calm and collected, wielding facts and statistics with a precision I had never seen before. Her demeanor commanded respect and attention. I was overjoyed when she accepted my invitation for tea afterward. Beautiful and intelligent, we had so much in common that it seemed almost as if we were destined to work together.

During that first tea, we talked for hours, discussing everything from the intricacies of our respective domains to our thoughts on the shifting power dynamics within the underworld. Her insights were sharp, her wit even sharper, and I found myself drawn to her in a way I had not anticipated. Her laughter was like a melody, and her gaze held a depth that promised endless discoveries. It was clear that beneath her composed exterior lay a fiercely passionate being with a vision for the future that resonated with my own.

After that, I may have made an effort to... bump into her a bit more frequently. I like to think I was subtle in my attempts, though I’m almost certain she noticed—not that she ever complained. We began to collaborate on various projects, our combined efforts yielding results that neither of us could have achieved alone. Our partnership flourished, built on mutual respect and a deep understanding of each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Many years have passed, and in that time, nearly every other overlord has either chosen to step down or has been forcibly removed from their position. Yet, through all the turmoil and upheaval, Carmilla has remained steadfastly by my side. Her loyalty is unwavering, her counsel invaluable. Truly, she is an angel among swine, and I am fortunate to call her my ally and friend. Our bond has only grown stronger over the years, a testament to the unique connection we share in this chaotic realm.

[askoverlordcarmilla]

*Niffty walks up to Carmilla, looking up at the tall figure*

“Hi!”

@niffty-gal

Can I help you?

[rpicons]

400 icons of carmilla carmine from hazbin hotel s1ep3. Requested by anon. Like or reblog if using icons. Download: here.

[ask-vaggie]

Vaggie. How have you managed to misplace your adoptive children this many times in less than a year?

((@askoverlordcarmilla))

Leave me alone, I know I'm bad at this.

[carminegemstone]

What's your favourite type of dance?

"For various reasons, I have mastered different types of dances at the same time. But when it comes to my favorite one, there is no doubt that it is FLAMENCO DANCE."

"It is listed as my favorite dance, not only because it originated in my homeland, but more importantly because since I can remember, this kind of cheerful and vivid dance has been around me."

"In hell, apart from committing crimes, sinners rarely have other forms of entertainment. However, I still maintain a love for my past habits, which naturally includes a persistence in dance. When I talk to lords over various trivial matters and deal with unreasonable demands from clients like Vees time and time again,I will dance flamenco in my private dance studio during my break time."

◆◆◆◆◆She was like fire◆◆◆◆◆

When it comes to fire, all the demons in hell can think of is the sky of the ring of Wrath, the overly scarlet soil encircled by hot lava. One of the masters of the original demons, Satan's fire is said to be hotter than the Sun.

But today, the primordial nobles, born in the circle of pride and pride, see a different kind of fire in hell. Carmilla Carmine, she's like a burning red rose.

No pair of overly delicate and weak hands can control this dangerous and deadly dancer.

They could only use the magic fig leaf to cover their weak body Native nobility, can not imagine a ball of fire will burn the palm of the hand, and need how much courage and bearing.

Not to mention dancing with her.

So they could only see the dangerous, deadly, beautiful woman, with her raised legs like knives slicing through the air. Her steps were so fierce, her skirts so exaggerated, that at every beat her partner had to follow her, in a ballroom polished with marble, in the polished marble of the ballroom.

Carmilla Carmine. The demons think of her company, the dangerous munitions she sells, the sophisticated weapons she makes.

But they never thought they'd see Carmilla Carmine Dance. Her heels struck a rapid note on the floor, and the presto-allegro made her have to keep lifting her skirt, which almost fell to the floor, and let the dance skirt flutter, like a blooming flower. But the edges of her dress were not ordinary lace, but tiny serrations that could be touched to make a bloody mark on her finger-belly.

Those aristocratic devils who were born with noble and extremely delicate backgrounds did not dare to touch the lace that was strung together by Angel Steel Wire. They were afraid of the dancing skirts and steps that could kill them.

In Carmilla's music, passion is always the main theme, making her songs and ordinary royal aristocratic classical pop music to distinguish. ... But it's not just that. ... Carmilla's own personality, whether she was dancing or not, was a burning flame.

It was only as the beautiful and dangerous sinner danced that the other sinners and demons really realized the danger when Carmilla's toes almost grazed their faces. Burning, there is no better word for Carmilla carmine. She would lift her skirt and clang on the floor of the ballroom. She looked like a flame that would never stop.

When she dances the flamenco, no one can defeat her in her fiery dance.

◆◆◆◆◆She was like fire◆◆◆◆◆

[yxlxnabxlova]

Hazbin Hotel Roleplay Request

No Minors, only 18+

I am looking for someone who can play Lucifer or Adam for my oc. I am semi literate to literate.

I‘ve never played as these characters but I’m willing to try if you would like to double. I allow WLW, WLM, MLM (never done MLM but I’m willing to try), Non Binary characters are welcome too. One thing you should know is I absolutely love angst, whether you like it or not please let me know so we can work around that.

Lute

Charlie

Lilith

Vaggie

Rosie

Velvette

Cherri Bomb

Carmilla Carmine

Vox

Lucifer (if you don’t play him for me)

Adam (if you don’t play him for me)

Alastor

Angel

Husk

Sir Pentious

[celestialblaze]

ೃ⁀➷ celestialblaze 𓆩♡𓆪

an 18+ independent, selective mutuals only hazbin hotel multimuse feat. charlie, carmilla, velvette, and lilith.

If ❝ Hell is forever ❞ then Heaven must be a ＬＩＥ if angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky.

The 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮 when you 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮 when you make the 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 suffer just to 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

˗��ˋ꒰ cherished by angel. ꒱ˊˎ-

[subbymothpimp]

How much of your notes at work/overlord meetings are actually notes, and how much of the page is doodles of Vox, Velvette, Angel, your plants, and designing new sex toys?

Like 80%

I only write dowm the stuff that's interesting which, to be brutally honest, is absolutely nothing! I can't even understand what that posh asshole Zestial is saying half the time, Carmilla is a bitch who won't shut up about graphs, and the rest of those losers have about as much to say as my dildo.

No idea why Vox sends me there, it's a waste of my time which I could be spending doing much more important shit. And now that the deer asshole is back, I'm not going there for sure, he can suck my dick.

Anyway, I'll post some of my meeting doodles sometimes.

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

Zestmilla tickle fights with the girls?

Nice idea, can do! (Hope you enjoy, is a silly little thing 💜)

《Clara, no 》 warned Carmilla, but it was all useless, as her daughter got ready to pounce on her

《Clara yes! 》 The kid screamed, jumping from the top of the wardrobe and onto her mother, her little hands busy tickling her 《I got you! Mum is my prisoner now! 》

《Stop it! I'm serious! 》 scolded Carmilla between laughters, carefull to move herself so that both her and her daughter would hit a soft surface when they would inevitably fall 《No TV the whole weekend! No spicy chips! No... No skateboarding! 》

《Worth it! 》 giggled the child, well aware that none of those threats would be followed by action. Her mum liked to act as she didn't enjoy their surprise attacks, but truth was, she could always see them coming from a mile away and never did anything to stop them from happening

《Stop! 》 She ordered again, as they fell on the bed and her dearest friend entered the room, alerted by the noise but not particularly panicked

《Zestial, a little help, please! 》 She pleaded, but Zestial, her oldest friend, the almost father of her daughters, her lighthouse in the storm, simply watched her with a knowing smirk, as he made his way towards them

《Thou doth not seem to particularly mind, mine dear 》 he noted, simply standing as her hyperactive child had the time of her life tickling her and undoing her neat updo.

So, apparently that was how he wanted to play, this time

《Traitor 》

《At least thou art getting cuddles 》 he comforted, and Clara stopped her assault to look at him dead in the eyes, a fanged smile brightening her round little face even more

《Don't worry jefe*, we won't make you feel left out》

《We? 》 asked Zestial, starting to look around the room, but it was already too late

《SURPRISE ATTACK 》

《Odette! 》

The child threw herself from the chandelier, successfully managing to knock Zestial to the ground and climb on him to deliver her own ticklish assault

《I'm speed, I'm stealth, I'm grace, I'M THE INVISIBLE TICKLER! 》

《I see thee perfectly, little lambkin 》 he laughed, still a bit out of breath, as he tried to rise, but his daughter was of a different opinion, and climbed on his chest as she pulled a long feather out of her sleeve

《Not for long! Feather attack! 》

《No! Not the feather, my only weakness 》 he played along 《show some mercy, I beg thee! 》

《No! Clara, I need help, dad is too tall to tickle alone! 》

《Reinforces are coming! 》

Assured the other, climbing off of her mother and joining her twin in her endeavour.

As his two beloved little menaces went wild on him and his poor clothes, Zestial noticed his dearest swiftly recomposing herself and preparing to slither out of the room

《Carmilla, mine dear... 》

He tried in his meekest voice, but this time it was her turn to smirk as she watched from above

《Na-ah. You were ready to leave me to my destiny, I'm leaving you to yours. Good luck, dear friend! 》

With a satisfied smile, she made her escape and closed the door behind her.

"Oh well, I deserved it." He thought "Yet, I shall nonetheless have my own ticklish revenge on mine loveliest lady... after our little ones are settled for the night, without a doubt."

*"Jefe" is the Spanish word for "boss", but is also affectionately/respectfully used for one's parents. I have a whole headcanon around it -used in my main fanfiction "You bring back my Springtime"-, but long story short, it's Clara's way of indirectly recognising Zestial as her dad, where Odette is more explicit.

[neonlol-xe]

Helluva Boss + Hazbin Hotel RP

Hey, to all you @vivziepop fans out there, I'm doing an RP for all of Tumblr. I do have some personal friends invited, too, but I'd like to invite everybody! So, here's the link if you want to join! And be sure to follow the rules. If too many rules are broken, I may have to shut down the whole thing. But I trust you can follow the rules! :3

[zestialmorde]

I believe you dropped something *gives him Carmilla turned into a baby* good luck

Zestial holds the baby at full arms length looking rather panicked "Wherefore is she reduced to infancy? Take her back... I implore thee!" He looks at the baby worriedly "Christ be with me"

[askoverlordcarmilla]

your ass is big as fuck