#do these eyes look human

[voxiiferous]

🔁 Maria

Vox is no stranger to seeing himself from the outside— in some ways, it may be more familiar; he wears himself with the expectation of eyes on every angle. He’s spent more of his life observing himself than not— it had started in university, with hours spent in front of the mirror, perfecting charm and nonchalance until it was innate.

After that came the television, with a nation’s eyes on him— and his own harsh critiques. (The camera always seemed to add so many pounds, better to not have them to add). In Hell, he was on even more screens, and an Overlord to go along with it, and so he could never have a stray expression or imperfect suit.

But this is something entirely different. This isn’t watching a recording or each motion in the mirror, this is looking at his body from across the desk, and looking up. He blinks, and opens his mouth to speak, and somewhat instantaneously, realizes the muscles don’t work like they should, because well, there are muscles.

“Oh shit, Maria-“

[heaven-saidx]

"Gabe." James is staring, completely unamused, at the atrocity in his rival's hand. "Why do you have that sweater? It's way too small for you." Still trying to play like he doesn't know it's meant for him.

✞ At first, he just silently approaches and stands before them. Its clear he is already wearing a sweater, a much larger one but matching in how it appears to have full blown tinsel garland and fuzzy baubles attached to the arms. What it says is blocked out however by the way he is holding up the sweater in front of him. A sweater that is just their size.

" It is not for me, James. " Said steadily, like an omen.

" It is time to don your Christmas sweater, James. It must be done, if not but once per year. " An inevitability. An inescapable fate. It is clear by his tone that this is non negotiable. Though, he might have appreciated another fight like the collar, if not for his current state...

[maykrisms]

"So, you're back to normal now?" James asks. "I have to admit, it was weird seeing you as pre-- as human." Probably not a good idea to refer to him as prey..

If he had the required biology, he would've raised an eyebrow at James cutting himself off. While he can presume the word is 'prey' - he has no means of knowing in what way James meant it. Especially with a backpedal so clear.

❮ Everything appears to be back in order. ❯ He provides with a nod.

❮ ..And I will agree that it was an odd experience. But at least one I was already familiar with. I can't say the others had as seamless of an adjustment period. ❯ That is, if they adjusted to it at all.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@do-these-eyes-look-human

James is... confused. He could've sworn he *just* saw Lucifer a few minutes ago. But there's another Lucifer?? But blue?? And he knows for a fact that this one isn't Michael, this one doesn't give off asshole energy. "Why are there two Lucifer's??"

Lucid hears the voice directed towards him, turning to face the stranger. The angel visibly tenses, eyes wide and feathers slightly ruffling. “Ah, no. I’m afraid you are mistaken. I am not…him. Nope. Not at all.” There’s a nervous laugh from the blue seraphim, his face shrinking a little into the neck of his jacket.

[deathmimedream]

The next time Caliber is in his office, there would be a new cat wandering about. A fluffy orange cat, fur so light in pigment it looks blonde. And such lovely deep blue eyes. The feline has a few scars along each of his legs, and some on his back where his front legs are. He stops looking around when he hears footsteps, looking up at the man curiously.

Caliber leaned down, gently running a hand along this new visitor’s back.

“Well, hello. You’re new here, did you get lost?” His accented voice was soft, gentle.

He lifted the cat to his desk for a closer look.

“Let’s see if you have a collar under all this fluff….Hmmm. Nothing..are you another stray, here to keep me company?”

[themosthatedbeingg]

“James be nice to my twin quit scaring him he’s not like me .. and come to bed ! I’m sleepy !”

[triple-moon-rp]

“You look kinda lost, if you don’t mind me saying. You okay?” (from Chandra)

It's just Lua's luck to get lost with a heavy sack of books. She must've gotten turned around at some point because she can't even see the hotel. Hearing a kind voice is a bit jarring down here in Hell, immediately putting her on guard. She's not naïve enough to trust people in this city. She knows there's plenty of Sinners who will eat her alive the second she shows weakness, literally or figuratively.

"W-who, me? I'm fine! Totally peachy! Hahahaha..." too bad she was never good at convincing people, "I was juuust heading back to the Hazbin Hotel. I'm sure you've heard about it?"

[hellsirenqueen-moved]

ʘ‿ʘ //I enjoy keeping track of all the chaos (also trying to find inspiration for how we could interact eventually)

{Aw, well if you ever get inspired, please let me know! I hope the stories you read are a good read.

[eldritch-slacker]

Belphegor was having a nice nap after a day of "hard work"... Until the very ground began to shake.

"Ugggghhhhhhh, not this shit again..." With a groan and a hiss, they leave their warm palace to seek out the source. Whoever is causing a ruckus in their territory is going to have a loooot to answer for.

[singthesongsofsin]

James is not a security guard. He just has nothing better to do today than torment his dear sister. However, he didn't expect her to have another meeting with Vox. She explicitly threatened to ruin his nicest boots via shredder if he followed her in, though. So he'll just. Hang out here. With... uh. Whoever this lady is.

There is some delightful peace that comes from slow days... at least as slow as Vogitek ever gets. All the contracts both internal and external had been renegotiated, new projects have been approved, and there are no current competitive businesses to be 'taken care of', leaving her mostly to field questions and concerns, and rubber-stamp final evaluations.

She's already buzzed Maria in, waving her past while on the phone. "Mhmm, right. No- no. Yeah, Arrogant Sunday fine," There's silence from Hellaina for a long handful of seconds. "It's your job; you and I both know that VTube is full of hopefuls. Mhmm, mhmm, talk to you later Em!" She says, and taps the 'end call' button, setting her cellphone on the desk beside her laptop.

She looks up at James, who, out of the ordinary, hasn't followed his sister in to the office. "Don't you usually follow Maria into the meetings? What changed today?"

[voxiiferous]

During this particular meeting, neither of them is really doing much of anything important. After a long bit of silence, Maria, while casually scrolling on her phone, has a question. "Hey, what do you think about getting married?"

At a certain point, their business meetings had faded from actual business concerns, to mostly having company while they both worked. He looks up from the emails he's responding to when she speaks. He blinks, and considers it for a moment. In life he had considered it in the abstract, knowing he never could. In death it had become a more attainable thing. He'd entertained the idea in the 90s with Valentino at one point before deciding against it, and then they had broken up and he'd never returned to it.

Hellaina was married, but that felt like a different scenario altogether.

"In what context? Marrying someone specific or the concept of matrimony itself?"

[heaven-saidx]

HE IS TACKLING THEM SO FUCKING HARD HOW DARE THEY MAKE HIM WORRY LIKE THIS ((I MISSED YOU SO MUUUUUUUCH))

✞ Somewhere amidst his rapid approach of affectionate reunion, arms out as he closes the distance between them, he realizes he's in serious danger and starts to... pull back, skidding against the speed of his run and trying to brace. But it was a little too late.

He feels his head slam back against the floor with a loud metallic thud, enough velocity to kick his legs up into the air before they tumble back down. But he just reaches up and wraps himself tightly around them, crushing them in a hug against his chest like they couldn't come close enough.

" It has been too long. " He huffs. " I know. Far, far too long... "

[maykrisms]

Sam x Gabe x James (aka the weirdest combat/rivalry trio) for the ship meme

i actually like this one? especially since the three's love languages(???) are surprisingly similar.

good luck to gabriel convincing himself that these three are not a polycule - which is.. i think a sin? is polygamy a sin? i admittedly haven't been on-top of anything religious since i was ten.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

"Of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better." @do-these-eyes-look-human

“If I tell you some stuff about me, will you quit stalking me all over Hell? You’re seriously persistent and it’s worrying. Is this a hobby of yours?”

[deathmimedream]

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Well, you look lost to me. Are you here visiting someone? Maybe I can help you find them?” The creature wasn’t glamoured, all pale gray skin and lavender silver hair.

He was tiny, wore an eyepatch, and had scars on his face.

He wasn’t attired like the band ghouls, nor the clergy ghouls…he…he looked like a very young ghoul, maybe enough seasons to be barely considered adult, and that was debatable.

“Oh! I’m rude…” he offered a claw-tipped hand. “My name is Oracle, I belong to Abbot Vitel from the broken cross cathedral in Italy.”

[hashtag-bitch]

❛ you know what i say? cold, hysterical, unlovable bitches like us make the world go round. ❜

@do-these-eyes-look-human / 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Some of us have t'be willin' t'have a fuckin' backbone, after all."