#hazmoonxmuses

[steelgrey-demon]

@hazmoonxmuses​

“Thank you, my dear ... Though, a word of correction. Do not refer to your queen as ma’am. It isn’t a term to be used for such royalty.”

      Right. So many rules with this whole royal thing. She was never gonna get use to it no matter how many times Charlie tried to run it down for her. Again she’d give a little bow. “I eherm. Yes, my Queen. Stil um...getting use to this.”

[hellshow]

Continued from here. 

@hazmoonxmuses​

       Lucifer  awaits  her  and  beneath  his  confident  gleam  is  an  angel  who’s  broad  wings  had  just  been  clipped.  Thousands  of  centuries  it  may  have  been,  but  the  closer  she  is,  the  more  his  skin  is  set  ablaze.  Fire  on  porcelain.  She  is  his  other  half…  and  on  occasion,  he  thinks,  the  better  of  the  two.  

The  flowers  slide  softly  from  his  fingers  and  out  of  his  grasp,  his  demeanor  more  than  inviting.  

                      Her  pause,  her  hesitation…  she  teases  him  so.  How  wonderful.  His  smile  widens  at  the  tension  and  bursts  into  a  musical  laugh  at  her  response.  

                    “Wouldn’t  that  be  horrid?”  He  muses,  leaning  in  to  press  a  small  kiss  to  her  lips.  “—trapped  in  my  kingdom  without  a  spark  of  romance…  all  polka  albums…and  no  sin.”

[anxechoxinxhell]

“Remember that time I tried to poison your tea?” Said so fondly. - hazmoonxmuses Stella @ ur stolas hi. 💖

“ Ah, my dearest– ” Begins Stolas, taking one of her hands to kiss the back of it, giving it a firm squeeze afterwards, “ As if I could forget~ ”

[von-eldritch]

@candyredmuses / @hazmoonxmuses​ said: 👤 + Lilith ! (In general or mine if u want even tho we interacted once HDHVB)

Think of it as a reality TV confessional

“I like her until she comes and talks to me, y’know? I mean, I respect her the most out of everyone in that family but she seems to have some kinda interest in me whereas Luci just leaves me alone. It’s a weird relationship, like, ‘hey you’ve known me since I was a kid and our relationship is, or at least was, almost familial even but also I’ve been relentlessly antagonizing your daughter for the past couple of centuries and I’m completely remorseless in this’. Every conversation feels like walking on thin ice, it’s a pain in the ass.”

[goetias]

Sentence starter for: @hazmoonxmuses  ♛✧Stella✧♛

“I thought I might find you here. May I speak with you, my darling?” Often, his wife seeks refuge in the hanging garden. Time to think or destroy his plants, he assumes. The hour is late and the room is far away from their sleeping Octavia. Stolas, reluctantly, is prepared for shouting. He has learned to expect the worst of late and it wouldn’t do for their owlet to hear. 

[hellbeloved-a]

@hazmoonxmuses​​​  sung:   "Charlotte,  please  explain  to  me  who  exactly  is  this  Pog  Champion  and  why  denizens  are  so  prone  to  speaking  his  name  so  frequently."

from  the  moment  her  mother  uttered  the  term  ‘pog  champion’  charlie  knew,  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt,  she  was  going  to  die.  right  in  the  spot  where  she  stood  is  where  she’d  make  her  shallow  grave.  because  if  there  was  one  thing  out  of  everything  she  knew,  it  was  that  laughing  at  her  mom  when  she  was  serious  was  a  mistake,  a  huuge  mistake.

BUT  SHE  COULDN’T  HELP  IT   —  !

it  starts  out  slow  and  steady,  a  slight  snrk  behind  her  raised  fist,  head  tilted  down  to  shadow  her  expression  as  she  attempted  to  regain  composure  (  one  of  the  TOUGHEST  challenge’s  she’s  sure  she’s  ever  to  face  ).  and  then  came  second  wind.  for  where  she  glanced  up  to  take  note  of  her  mother’s  expression,  the  question  rang  through  her  mind  and  she  almost  wheezed.

❛  mom,  it’s,  it’s   —   ❜

she’s  snickering,  giggling  under  her  breath,  trying  to  breathe  with  quiet  ‘okay’s’  under  her  breath,  but  she  can’t.  she’s  already  crossed  a  bridge  that  can’t  be  crossed,  and  that  troll’s  already  ready  to  take  her  under  and  devour  (  what  a  charming  ending  that’d  be  though,  death  from  laughter  ?  didn’t  sound  too  bad  too  her,  very  fun  actually  !  ).

and  so  the  dam  is  burst  and  she’s  clutching  her  stomach,  all  forms  of  laughter  escaping  her,  melodious  and  raucous  all  at  once.  tears  bridge  the  edges  of  her  eyes  and  she  snorts,  sounding  far  too  much  like  her  dad  but  she  didn’t  have  it  in  her  to  care  or  notice  !  this  HAD  to  be  the  hardest  she’s  laughed  in  FOREVER,  and  forever  was  a  pretty  long  time.  for  all  the  fun  she’s  had  throughout  the  years,  there  wasn’t  anything  that  could  compare  to  this,  this  and  it’s  distant  nostalgia.  

brief  memories  of  childhood  hitting  her  as  she  settles,  and  oh  what  she’d  give  to  just  go  back  !  to  just  have  them  with  her  again,  no  arguments  or  disagreements,  no  apathy....  just  them.  with  her.  laughing,  starting  accidental  fires  and  going  on  midnight  picnics  with  the  chorus  of  siren  hymns  and  hellish  screams  in  the  distance.

❛  heheh,  wow  i  can’t  remember  the  last  time  i   —  oh  uh,  mom  i’m  SO  so  sorry,  i  wasn’t  trying  to  laugh  at  you  !  it’s  not  a  bad  question  i  swear,  but....  it  REALLY  wasn’t  what  I  was  expecting  !   ❜  

she  sucked  in  a  deep  breath  and  grinned,  hands  reaching  out  to  grasp  at  her  mothers  tenderly.  all  the  while  internally  thanking  herself  for  not  calling  out  an  ‘oh  fuck!’  when  she  went  to  open  her  mouth,  for  it  was  one  thing  to  laugh  at  her  mom,  but  swearing  at  her  AND  laughing  ?  now,  that’d  put  her  in  some  deep  shit.

❛  uhm,  okay....  soooo,  for  starters  !  pog  champ  isn’t  a...  sinner,  ‘s  not  a  hellborn  either.  it’s...  kind  of  just,  uhhh....  an  expression  ?  like  y’know  when  dad  says  all  that  weird....  crap  when  he’s  upset  ?  sorta  like  that  !  you  just  say  pog  when  something  BEYOND  amazing  happens,  or  when  something’s  interesting  !  it’s  something  pretty  recent  so  i  toootally  get  how  confusing  it’d  be  !   ❜

okay,  maaaybe  she  was  pushing  her  luck  with  that  ending  statement,  but  she  hadn’t  died  yet  so  that  was  a  definite  plus  !

❛  sooo  likee....  us  talking  right  now  is  pog  !  VERY  pog,  one  trillion  percent  pog  champ  certified  !   ❜

[solamor]

` I WANT THE K // @hazmoonxmuses​ sent: I want the k - Lilith ofc. :3 2: Cheek Kiss

Unrestrained excitement, that was what it was, the reveling pleasure that lowered more uptight inhibitions of the social kind.  Perhaps he ought to be concerned it’d offend, but there was a limit to cautiousness in the presence of royalty.  Respect was endowed until it became - hah - dehumanizing!

He’d hope it wouldn’t come to that at least, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice his pride, as lovely as her company was.  A jaunty gait is what brings him to her, a brief, but firm kiss on the cheek becoming the greeting in lieu of a ‘hello!’, accentuated by a mock bow - showy and playful in how exaggerated it was.

❝  I got you something-  ❞  Smugness lines his sharper features, reminiscent of a cat bringing its owner freshly caught prey, though frankly he’d prefer being the one eaten in this case.  That aside, he rummages through his pockets, taking out a relatively small parcel tightly squeezed by a golden bow.   ❝  Tada!  ❞  A wiggle of fingers over the gift as he gives her a wink, motioning her to grab it.   ❝  Flower seeds, but not just any flower seeds.  Thorny Thistles and Gnawing Deep-Forest Gladiolus, cross-pollinated to create quite the interesting child, all with the help of yours truly and quite the lovely florist.    ❞   A more energetic sway of his tail.   ❝  Do you like it?  ❞

[scattered-amongst-the-stars]

@hazmoonxmuses​

[x]

Oh, baise le dans le cul...

“A-A thousand apologies, your majesty! Please forgive my impudence!” What in the seven circles was the queen herself doing in his humble shop?! Hugo had been in Hell for quite some time, garnered a decent crowd of customers, but not once did he ever dream she would be one of them. True, a few members of the higher rungs of Hell’s hierarchy had commissioned him for a few floral arrangements, bouquets, and other things of that nature, but still!

Oh, he hoped he could save this encounter, least his head wind up on Lucifer’s chopping block for disrespecting his wife...

[hellishmoth]

@hazmoonxmuses || continued from HERE

     EVEN DESPITE all his dislike for royalty, he would have been an idiot to deny the queen’s charm. There were simply one too many details in the way for him to truly enjoy her company (her well-known disdain for Overlords, for example; or the uneasiness always lurking at the bottom of his guts when they were in the same room, a feeling he’d rather never acknowledge), but had it been different - he was sure of it - he would have found their conversations much more pleasant. Or at least less unnerving in a regard or two.

     Was there even a point in keeping secrets here, of all places?

     “I suppose that’s one of the reasons why we’re all here. But I ain’t no expert in this field.” Satan knows he had never given a fuck about philosophy or religion or whatever spiritual matter. Claws idly tapped on the heart-shaped handle of his cane, as if he were pondering about an answer he already knew. “Pretty much what anyone like me wants, Your Majesty - power and all the like. I’m not that much different from others on this one.”

     (Or perhaps, he could still keep a thing or two to himself.)

[royalhoot]

@hazmoonxmuses​ 

‘ i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated. ’ - stella!

    “and  you  are,  dear.  you  ...  are.”  though  actions  often  speak  louder  than  words,  do  they  not?  something  the  prince  should  have  taken  into  account  given  how  badly  things  are  progressing.  then  again,  this  ---  this  isn’t  love.  it’s  been  a  long  time  since  it  was  anything  closely  resembling  that  word.  could  she  really  blame  him  for  trying  to  make  his  life  a  little  more  ....  exciting?  yes.  absolutely.  “i  ...  i’ve  apologized,  already,  what  ---  what  would  you  have  me  do?”

[sovrant]

KID GORGEUS // ACCEPTING @hazmoonxmuses​  SENT:   “It’s tough to not get grumpy. It’s so tempting”

❛  Then what’s stopping you, my beloved ?  ❜  Onyx claws leisurely yet dotingly comb through his lover’s hair, pads gently pressing against her scalp and moving in undulations to instill a deserved sense of relaxation within her.  So stressed, so drained.  ❛  No one but me is here to witness your truth, let out your ire besides me.  ❜  

A kiss is planted on the crown of her head, arms squeezing her as they continued to lay atop their bedroom’s couch.  ❛  They might not be worthy of your frustrations, but they’re less worthy of you bottling it all up into catastrophe, my heart snare.  ❜

He allows the quiet atmosphere quell them in a swaddle before, with a cheerier tone, he says, ❛  I could also  kill them  if it assuages your ill-sentiments .  ❜

[hellshow]

@hazmoonxmuses  Lilith said: ‘ Where are you taking me ? ‘ 

      The  skies  burn,  their  golden  light  reflecting  in  his  pupils  as  he  flees,  his  darling  in  hand.  Just  as  humans  fled  the  garden,  ashamed  of  their  purity,  just  as  he  fled  his  home  long  ago  on  the  coattails  of  God's  fury.  Again,  He  is  angry.  His  father.

      Angels  are  descending  upon  his  kingdom  unwelcomed.  The  bala   of  hell  has  been  uprooted,  perhaps  by  his  own  daughter.  There  is  no  question,  truthfully.  Lucifer  only  wonders  to  keep  his  retched  fear  at  bay.  What  will  become  of  his  little  apple?  What  has  she  done?

      "Somewhere  safe!  We  can't  stay  here."  The  fallen  angel's  voice  cuts  through  the  chimes  of  heaven's  minions,  sounding  small  and  sharp.  Here,  being  their  beautiful  palace.  It  will  be  rained  down  upon  with  fire,  he's  certain.  He  is  being  made  a  fool  of.  His  punishment  for  failing  to  stop  Charlie  in  her  delusional  quest.  His  punishment  for   his  failure  as  a  father.

      "My  love,  I  fear  for  us."  Eyes  are  wide  with  anxiety,  the  terror  of  his  own  failure  on  the  brink  of  overcoming  him.  Without  another  moments  pause,  Lucifer  continues  to  run  with  her  in  tow  out  into  the  gardens.

[aegyptium]

  @hazmoonxmuses​​    said   :       "It's been too long since I last gazed upon you. Dare I say I feel almost slighted," came the cool voice of the queen, a smile placed upon her lips that hint of nothing but pure amusement.

❛ FORGIVE  ME.            a  woman  as   old   as   i  needs  her  rest.  ❜      gentle  is  the  finger  that  now  dares  to  trace  the  queen’s  collarbone.     ❛ goodness,    how  shall  i  ever  make  it  up  to  you ?  ❜  

[anxechoxinxhell]

"Bethesda, dear, do you have any photo albums with you? It's been too long since we've went through our albums together, don't you think?" Lilith would ask, holding up a leather bound, thick photo album with a saccharine grin. - hazmoonxmuses, Lilith. Embarrass daughters time.

@hazmoonxmuses

“ Of course I do! I always keep them close by, I like to look at the old photos and remember how atrocious my lovely little abominations were, ” She beams, calmly plunging a hand into her midsection, from which she’d pull out a heavy looking, angry looking photo album.

Oh, those poor daughters.

[von-eldritch]

@hazmoonxmuses​ said:  “Look how much your mom loves you!”

Can I get a hell yeah!

Alright, going through old photos and dealing with embarrassing levels of parental affection while fully grown was one thing, but being needled into accepting it by someone who wasn’t even related to you was another entirely.

“Ach, I know that! I never said she didn’t!” Another glance at the photograph. “Where’d you even get that, did my mom give it to you or something?”

[goetias]

@hazmoonxmuses Stella said: “ We hide the parts of ourselves we don’t want the world to see. ”

“You’re certainly one to talk, aren’t you?” 

In all reality, as Stolas pulls his starry midnight robe closer around his waist, the Prince is far more concerned with his own secrets... his true face, if you will. Of course, why would he bother to think of her now? Nothing beyond her annoyance.. and and underlining burn of passionate hatred. He has half a will to throw her out of their estate... but what would Octavia think? What would the others think? News would reach those of higher standing quickly, no doubt. The royals adore gossip. 

The owl does not give her the satisfaction of his gaze, choosing instead to stare out into the night. This serves another, arguably more important purpose. To have one’s back exposed is a sign of comfort... for some. In this case, it’s easeful dominance. He doesn’t fear her. 

“But perhaps you don’t feel the need to hide it any longer? Either that... or you’re simply atrocious at pretending.”