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[chrissv4mp]

♧ FINNEAS O'CONNELL

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[burning-fcols]

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Well- ❞

Cue a sharp clap of their hands, smile big and bright as ever as Yogirt chipperly states, ❝ All things considered... I think that trial went remarkably well. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[brokendreamscreation]

😍

Shout Out of Awesomeness!

😍 ― admiring from afar

//Oh goodness I feel like there are so many incredible writers I follow and admire from afar. I’ll name 4 peeps I see regularly on my dash that I love to read their threads and headcanons~

@xluciifer is one of the first HH blogs I followed when I joined this rp fandom and has welcomed me with the open arms and so much love and kindness ;w; She writes beautifully and captures Lucifer’s personality, all the while adding excellent humor! Not only does she rp Lucifer, but also Pomni and Jax in TADC fandom! I have not rp’d Lucid with Lucifer yet and very little with my other Nephilim OC, Silver. Her writing and musing is such a delight to see on my dash always~

@burning-fcols is another person I’ve followed since the early days on my previous rp sideblog and continue to watch and admire from this newer one. Lots of lovely muses and descriptive writing, puts a great amount of detail and thought into them.

@peppy-jester rp’s an amazing and fun Fizzy! I love the take of Fizzy being like Lucifer’s personal therapist~ Also after meeting them in the Unholy Crusade event I’ve seen their Mammon and capture that character’s personality to a T!! Always fun to read the threads appearing on my dash~

@shattered-divinity a newer blog I’ve begun following and adore reading the threads of Lucifer on my dash. Long threads with descriptions of the scene and emotions/thoughts are a huge delight and it’s like reading a good fanfic on my dash.

All of these folks I highly recommend, may it be interacting with them directly or appreciating their writing from afar 💖

[bluheaven-adw]

Cmon man.... I have to drive to the hospital in the AM

[bliitzo]

When Blitz appears back in Hell, ( miraculously ) safe and sound after the Chupacabra incident… it becomes apparent that he accidentally snagged a traveling companion. With an abrupt bleat, the tiny goat makes himself known to the Imp who had earned his loyalty. Thanks to cheese, praise… and what the goat assumed was a name.

After making himself known, Li’l Buddy tres to jump into Blitz’s arms, fully expecting to be caught. — (( *hands him an Emotional Support Goat* :3c ))

@burning-fcols / @dragcns-den

Blitz was a little surprised by his appearance and especially the jump but managed to recover from his shock. Giving the goat a few frog blinks but caught him safely in his arms. "Oh hey there li'l buddy. Did you like me so much ya had to follow me home?" Gives him some scratches behind his ears. "Guess you'll be sleeping on the couch with me."

[hcppyhotel]

❝ hey,  i  don't  normally  call  me  a  switch,  but  if  the  king  of  HELL  wants  t'a  be  filled...  well,  who  am  i  t'a  say  no  ?  ❞

[hells-fvry]

@burning-fcols

It wasn't often Husk sought the spider out when Angel wasn't already at his bar, something in his mind having convinced him if Angel wanted to see him, he'd come find him first since it wasn't like Husk left his bar much during the day. If Angel wasn't already near him, then Husk assumed he wanted space, and that wasn't something he was about to encroach on after the shit the porn star went through in his day to day.

It was odd, being so close to one another, so near and open in their affections after a life of hiding it. Things felt different after their realization of a shared life, the pair having practically lived the lives they always wanted without even knowing it for so long. Sure, Husk knew the spider's routines by now after the time they'd lived in the hotel, but he had very little experience in how Anthony lived. Angel had buried his past self so far under glitter and drugs, it was sometimes difficult to discern if he was looking at Anthony or Angel Dust.

He was eager to learn though, a dream he had thought dead and gone years go, but he just...wasn't sure how. Did they share a room now? A bed? Were there still rules and boundaries like in life needed to keep them safe with Valentino sniffing around? He didn't know, and it never seemed like a good time to ask, Husker now wishing he had as he stood shaking outside Angel's door.

It had been several minutes, the sinner simply standing there staring at the photos pinned to the door, wondering if he was even allowed to knock, especially with it being so late into the night. In the end, a furry fist ended up knocking on the door near too light to notice, courage given by the sight of a photo of them pinned to the wood next to Fat Nuggets and Charlie smiling with Angel.

Even when face to face with Angel Anthony, Husk seemed to freeze, a flutter of feathers leaving his wings as he shook in place, only able to muster a weak greeting, too shaken to even fake a smile. "Hey..."

[stormcried]

@burning-fcols gets a random start!

Well, being at Hazbin Hotel isn't exactly all cracked up he thought. It's like being stuck in another prison. Drake is trying at all angles to see what's 'fun' in Hell. Drake went to a party. That wasn't so bad. Drake burnt some cars. Boring. Drake played in a lava pool. Cool to be in... but, he couldn't even really FEEL the lava against his skin, so, also got pretty old after a while. On the bright side of playing in the lava pool, he got to be energized for another week to a week and a half if he's lucky. But, he doesn't think that Hazbin Hotel will be a permanent residence. Maybe a place to crash if he got into trouble, but Drake is a free spirit. He wanted to explore.

He's currently on the steps of Hazbin, his orange hues glazing over the distant city lights. "...would I really ever be anything but a little destroyer? Dammit... I've been here for.. I think a week and all I've been doing is breaking shit." Drake speaks to himself out loud. Not talking to anyone in particular. "I thought I'd feel bettah, but I don't. I still feel.. angry. Angry that even this is where I end up, I nevah gah justice. Tch. Fuck justice. People loike me don' get it." Drake burrows his head into his knees, wanting to cry. But those tears have dried up a VERY long time ago. Those tears already been shed. Now... he feels nothing. Nothing but rage, anger and wanting to take it out on everyone.

[stcries]

"y'know what, fine. you can make breakfast this time." the larger demon huffs momentarily, shoulder slumping as he comes to pinch his brow. sure, memories of the previous incident were still fresh within his mind, the scent of burning eggs and bacon stuck in the castle walls for days. but those dreaded puppy dog eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but alas, the king of lust wasn't immune to the imp's temptations.

"i'll allow it, but ONLY if i accompany you AND if you follow all of my instructions perfectly. you got that, fizzy frog?" / @burning-fcols liked for a helluva boss starter.

[mudskip-muses]

@burning-fcols liked for a charon starter (X)

This one...it didn’t belong here, there really was no denying it, and yet here this soul was, on his boat in the middle of the river Styx like he owned it. He hadn’t even had an obol, the rather...flirtatious soul somehow convincing a shade to give up their one ticket into the underworld for...what he didn’t know, but it had worked regardless. Oh well, that was none of his business. It wasn’t stolen and it ended up in Charon’s hand in the end, and that was all that really mattered. Of course, this soul was no shade, and after a painfully boring meeting with Lord Hades, it had been rather apparent there had been a mix up somewhere...higher up. 

And now Charon was sharing his boat while they got everything sorted out, him being the only one who really had the time and the means to ensure this soul didn’t get into any trouble. Well...he sure hoped they didn’t get seasick, they were going to be here a while. 

He was quiet as he rowed back up the Styx from the House, not that he really had any other modes. At least until a question came to mind. Despite not belonging here, the soul should still be able to understand him simply by the nature of being dead. He wasn’t usually one to converse with his passengers, but...

“Hhhhhhnnnnngggggg...” Just what had he done to get that obol? 

[iventshitsorrylmao]

okay who the fuck pissed off the ferry man to make him vaguepost on the hellsite?

Scenario: you want to hang out with your friends. You shoot them a message and they all agree. You also offer to drive. Question is,

“I can’t drive!” Pretend you do for this one post. This is about the mindset, not the reality.

Plz reblog <3

[chrissv4mp]

kinktober masterlist???

[burning-fcols]

(( The face of a man who would want to Beat The Hell out of Satan if he heard he was talking shit and spreading lies fdngkdf ))

[ddyfckr]

“Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before…” - (( Fizz - because he wants to be a lil shit too fdkjngfdg ))

ㅤㅤㅤEYES NARROW, A SHARP GLINT OF AMUSEMENT flickering behind the obvious disdain. & THIS IS HIM BEING NICE… He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms JUST A LITTLE TOO CASUALLY ( A REHEARSED GESTURE; HONED TO PERFECTION, ) — but there’s a slight tension, READY & ON THE OFFENSE, he can strike at a moment’s notice. HIS SMIRK CURLS SLOWLY,     [ AN UGLY, SINISTER THING ]     dangerous & mocking —     SAVORING THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED TO HIM,

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛     THAT SO? I reckon you’d hear it more often if your ass-clown head wasn’t so far up your squeaky ass,     ❜❜     STRIKER DRAWLS OUT, voice thick with charm & venom. He tips his hat back just ever so, tail slowly flicking behind him in almost a lazy manner. THIS IS THE ONLY APPARENT SIGN OF BUILDING IRRITATION, a telltale giveaway…     ❛❛     BUT I GUESS THAT’S WHY YOU’RE STUCK WITH THE RECYCLED JOKE, HUH? AIN’T GOT ROOM FOR NEW MATERIAL. That’s probably why that boss o’ yours got sick of your shit…     ❜❜

[burning-fcols]

(( @questionablemuses ))

[brokendreamscreation]

"… Get away from me." — (( Lucifer - for a first meeting :3c )) - @burning-fcols

Standing in the middle of the hallway, the blue seraph froze at the sight of other facing him, both seemingly rattled by each others appearance. Lucid had stormed out of the Citadel just ten minutes ago, having gotten into yet another heated argument with the Archangel Michael. Tired of being kept like Heaven’s dirty secret (which he inevitably was) the angel demanded he be allowed out more among the citizens of Heaven, namely the Winners. Of course this was met with stead firm rebuttal against this “ludicrous endeavor”, and when both sides would not back down the younger finally left. Soaring out to a further more desolate area of Heaven, the fed up Lucid teleported himself, intending to go to Eden to cool off.

Instead, his frustration and unstable power brought the naive seraph straight to his predecessors palace: The King of Hell.

Lucid’s demeanor shifted from frustration to shock, staring in tense silence at the fallen angel. Even he felt this must be a hallucination, a dream at best. But it did not calm any rampant worry that now flared in his gut like a flock of trapped birds in a cage. Six blue wings twitched, the seraph taking a step back and holding up his hands defensively as though to keep Lucifer back.

“Wh-whoa! Hey! What’s going on here? Please, Be Not Afraid. I-I really have no idea what is happening. O-or where I am!”

Trying to soothe the edges of the tense situation, Lucid offered a timid smile, placing his hands over his chest. “M-my name is Lucid Eveningstar. I do not know how I got here but I-I assure you I mean you no harm, sir!” In the midsts of his confusion and flustering, Lucid had not quite realized that this figure was in fact Heaven’s sworn enemy and the one he was crafted in the image of.