#gamblins

[spidersins]

blood rose masquerade ball

a commissioned piece by the incredibly talented @vvo1d1ing of angel & husk ( @gamblins ) attending the masquerade ball held by @cannibalxroses in their matching black and gold attire.

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@gamblins sent in: “Hold still, I have to bandage this up.”

Injured animals are never easy to treat especially when they don't want your help in the first place!!

"Oh please Husker I've had far worse than a little cut." There was a roll of his eyes because the cat needn't worry so much. In a few hours it would heal itself and be a thing of the past like all his other scars. "There is no need to get your whiskers in a twist or waste bandages so needlessly."

[cherribxmbs]

" look , whiskers , you ' re cute an ' all but , if you ' re gonna ' fuck with angie , i ' m gonna ' need to see some real commitment out of ya , kay ? " lips press into a thin line , arms fold over her chest and her eyebrow arches , activating protective best friend mode .

@gamblins

[lcftcult]

@gamblins || x

"Dawwww, c'mon Husky. You know it's true." Black Star says playfully, sporting a cheeky grin that helped accentuate her cheeks. She pokes both of her cheeks with two fingers each, then hums while leaning over the bar top. "Besides, I-I've seen you two doing couple-y things together so it's clear you guys a-are a thing."

[poisonedspider]

"admit it. i'm not half bad."

"Ah' wouldn't even say yeh' a quata' bad, Husky." He smirked, elbows on the bar top as he rested his chin in his hands, watching the gambling bartender cleaning his glasses for the evening. If he were being honest, he wondered where half those glasses even came from. Angel was the only one that seemed to drink at this hotel, and he had been cutting back too - because Husk had been cutting him off. Which, speaking of -

"The quata' only comes from whenever yeh' decide ah've had enough drinks for the night. Ah'm a big boy, Whiskas. Perfectly capable of decidin' when mah' cut off period is." As he was saying it, he was literally tilting his glass with one of his arms towards Husk, asking for a refill without asking. It wasn't like Husk didn't know his favorite drinks - sometimes he would make them and leave them on the bartop for Angel when Angel wasn't even there.

"Now c'mon, if yeh' want tah' be not bad at all, yeh' should help meh' get a little tipsy. Think ah' deserve it after the bullshit day Val put meh' through."

@gamblins

[hazbinned]

@gamblins "I'm revoking your booze privileges."

[brokendreamscreation]

“You’re coming with me” >:) @gamblins

Send “You’re coming with me” to pick my muse up and carry them away

“Ah!” The imp is suddenly plucked up by the winged-feline Sinner, large blue eyes rapidly blinking with shock. “O-okay? Why? I intended on going in that direction, you know. Must you carry me? I have my own two feet despite the lack of wings.” With this Lucid clicks his small bare hooves together, long spade tipped tail whipping side to side as he pouts.

[zestials]

" i needn't remind thee of the peril. " spoken as a warning but void of the threat that often twined with the words. zestial's seated across from his fellow overlord , cards fanned out in a clawed hand. he wouldn't indulge his gambling habits , far too calculating to chance being bested by conditions outside of his control --- so he'd implored him to play a different game. the prize ? loser bought the next round of drinks. when asked for threes , a sharp tug of lips is the only tell he gives in the low light of the hall. zestial had all but cleared the other players with his very presence. lime green eyes rise to lock onto his companion , " go fish , @gamblins . "

[jizzlords]

@houseofasmodeus said: 👀 @gluttonybound said: I wish to see the whole thing @gamblins said: Barking

i am So shy rn oooooo feels like

[neverburied]

❛   i remember you. ❜ a delighted little smile curves the prince's lips as he leans chin into palm , elbow perched on the bar between them. his head quirks to the side as he eyes @gamblins. ❛   you were one of those cute little overlords , weren't you ? ❜ he's so disconnected from the sinners of hell , but he still knows of the power dynamics at the very least ! they didn't measure up to the goetia in any capacity , but they mingled. ❛   fascinating. &* now you're here ! this does seem so much more fun than dealing in souls &* deals. ❜ &* he means that !

[impulsivemuses]

@gamblins

While it wasn't too often that she came to Pride, what she did make it up for was the fun people and the fun bars she tended to hop now and then. Guess that's the only thing worthwhile OF coming to Pride. The only reason she even came here is the rumors of this hotel that supposedly redeems people. She had to see it for herself. This hotel is a newer addition to Hell from her understanding. She's seen it herself of the 'good' in mortals, but to see it in IMMORTALS, much less sinners? Now THIS she had to see.

Problem was... Pride is where the big shot is... King of Hell and all. And Mary? Let's just say she breaks a LOT of rules compared to most sinners or Hellborn. Namely, she's the only few Sinners who could ACTUALLY go back to Earth where she resides and 'fuels' herself. She's after all part succubus essentially. Her abilities relied on her immortality by feasting on Men's desires. After she cut her ties to Hell, well... she had to make up for it somewhere.

The bar here seemed to be a good place to start. Mary's demeanor confident and yet, curious. Her black eyes scan the surroundings of this place. Her hands reach into her bra and pull out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. Her eyes narrow at the bartender. Smirk. He's a cute one. Her stride towards the bar was with intention.

"Hm, and they said this place wouldn't have such an adorable person tending to others needs~." Her grin widened. "You have scotch? My favorite go to."

[lilithisms]

@gamblins liked for a starter

' husker , is it ? ' lilith met the sinner at the bar. she barely ever steps into charlie's hotel but she hasn't see her daughter all week. ' i don't think i've spoken to you yet. what has you working here ? '

[thatsgoodtelevision]

❣️🃏 planned au starter for @gamblins

A few hours of sleep was a luxury.

Red eyes fell open, squinting as they attempted to make out the shapes around them. Clawed fingers reached up to hold his head, a migraine pounding away against his skull. Nothing less than withdrawal, it could easily be fixed with some goodies kept nearby, though it would have to wait until he was out of bed. Getting up proved to be difficult now that he’d finally gotten some rest.

Valentino pushed himself up from where he lay despite his wishes, fingers running carefully over the fluffy body beside him as he did. It wasn’t hard to find the cigarettes laying on the nightstand, and within minutes of waking up they found their way to parched lips. With a deep inhale, out came a gust of lingering smoke; though it was only adding to whatever was leftover from before. A hazy film covered his bedroom, leaving everything a fuzzy shade of pink and red.

“Time to wake up, sleepy head.” Val practically purred with a groggy undertone from the sleep that begged him to come back, a free hand from his bottom set of arms reaching over to the sleeping feline. At first Valentino would shake him gently before shoving him a little more harshly. “There’s no time for rest, my dear, we have so much more to do today.”

He smoked another drag of his cigarette, stretching out his legs beneath the covers with a content moan. When he exhaled, smoke found it’s way around Husk’s face, hearts shaping around him before disappearing into the air. “Let’s make sure we have a wonderful start to his morning, okay, Husky? We have better things to do than take cat naps, as much as I’d just love to stay in bed with you.” Valentino chuckled at his own joke, turning his gaze to Husk expectantly. Poor thing never got a chance to sleep with this creep.

[poisonedspider]

“ You drive me crazy. ” from @gamblins

"In th' good way, or th' bad way? Yeh' gotta be more specific here, baby cakes." He cooed, almost entirely leaning over the bar as he watched Husk work. He knew that in this very moment, it was probably in the bad way, but Angel had been bored. Thankfully there was no work today, but he also didn't want to get caught in the crossfires of Charlie and one of her bonding ideas again if he could help it.

"Either way, ah'll take it as a win in mah' book, because it means yeh' thinkin' about meh' and ah'm takin' up brain space." He winked, blowing the other a dramatic kiss.

[thecajungator]

The Tarot Overlord meets The Gambling Overlord (closed starter for gamblins)

@gamblins

The crimson sky of Pride was an eternal reminder to Nicodeme that he was bound to Hell. Though with places like the building he was looking at, he supposed he didn't much care. This glamourous casino was enticing to the Overlord, who stood outside shuffling his deck of tarot cards. He tucked them in the pocket of his faded grey pants, adjusting the red bandana around his neck in place of a tie over his cream colored dress shirt. His white fur had silver at the ends of his paws, tail, and the top of his head like hair. He stepped to the front of the line without a word. The security there knew who the Overlord was.

Nico hadn't been in Hell for very long, but he'd risen to the rank of Overlord quickly. It seemed the average person found him and his mysticism enchanting. He'd a whole group of them who worshipped him like a demigod, handing him their souls. He called them his Congregation.

Humming to himself, he stepped to the bar, knowing full well that people in the casino were sure to tell the owner, the Gambling Overlord, that a fellow Overlord was here. Nico ordered a michelada, asking for it to be extra spicy. Drink in hand, he started to explore the casino, knowing full well he was being watched.

[brokendreamscreation]

"Now it's too late to run." - @gamblins

Gulping, the seraph looked to the familiar feline avian. Lucid is not in his incubus disguise this time, caught in the open. He could make a fly for it, but even then it would be futile. Shakily the angel raises his hands in surrender, the halo above his head ringing high pitched, barely audible to the ear. “I-I know…”