#hells-fvry

[burning-fcols]

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[nifftyandlcvely]

@hells-fvry | Continued from [x]

One of the things that terrified her about her Uncle Al was the way the voices she constantly heard often seemed to disappear around him, replaced by humming static. She didn't know what he did to make them go away, but the static unnerved even more than the voices did. So, when the familiar static returns, she stiffens slightly and takes a step away from the deer.

"I heard...," her voice was trying to escape her in her fear, both of someone getting hurt and of the man in front of her. "I heard Mr. Cat talk about giving Mr. Legs a pounding. And that he tore Mr. Legs skirt. You... please go save Mr. Legs..."

Her voice was almost non-existent by the time she finished.

[r-adio]

❝ OH, BUT I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. PERHAPS, if it makes you so angry, you can do something about it? though, i would recommend staying out of my way. i'm not fond of kittens that stick their noses where they don't belong. especially not you, @hells-fvry. ❞

[not-bcring]

"Kazuichi, could you be a dear and charge my cellular device with your electrical abilities?" Asked while his eyes were trained to a pile of paperwork, the demon prince handed his phone to the bun, who was snuggled comfortably into his lap despite the various wandering eyes of passing employees at the club. //shortly after that whole kidnapping, 'oh shit I shoot lightening' fiasco 🤔 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Kazuichi doesn't think he's ever been more comfortable— in this life or his past one —than he is whenever Gundham lets him rest upon his lap. Which has become whenever the bun demands, be it verbally or with a simple ❛ look ❜ shared between the two. One should never underestimate the power of pathetic eyes pleading from such a pink and plush sinner. Even with prying eyes all around, Kaz was relaxed enough to start nodding off. Fighting to keep his heavy eyelids from falling, for no reason other than childish stubbornness, he nearly misses Gundham’s request.

❝ Huh? Oh— Yeah, sure. ❞ He distractedly replies, shuffling off the looming sleep with a forceful shake of his head, ears flopping from the motion. Sucking in a steadying breath, he firmly holds Gundham’s phone in both hands. Gaze riveted on it as if the phone would try to leap away from his grasp, brows knit and nose scrunches as he attempts to recreate the accidental burst of electricity that had saved their asses a few days prior.

Albeit with not as much deadly force. Aiming for more of a helpful shock than a panicked bout of destruction, fur bristles with static as Kazuichi feels an odd but familiar tingling course through him. Hoping it doesn’t feel weird for Gundham, he focuses on trailing it toward his fingertips, figuring that he could ease it into the device. Watching as crackles of yellow dance vibrantly across pink fur, dappling across the phone… Satisfaction at handling his newfound power so well ( especially with how much he’s been avoiding practicing, fear of disappointing Gundham apparently far stronger than fear of the lightning lying dormant within him ) lasts only a brief breath before the phone abruptly starts sparking.

Yelping as the device erupts into a smoking, crackling mess, Kazuichi throws the phone across the room… Hard.

Quickly realizing what he just did, the bunny stiffens in his seat. Face cascading with a blush that somehow shows even on his bubblegum complexion, he glances at Gundham before hastily looking away. Mouth opens as it to spout an excuse or lash out with a retort to a comment not yet even MADE, jaw snapping shut with an audible click as Kazuichi's voice fails him. Cheeks reddening, shoulders hunch as he ironically presses himself further against Gundham's chest, trying to obscure his pout as he finally snaps, ❝ Don't say a fuckin' word. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[hazbinned]

This was magical. Insane, but magical.

Angel Dust felt his breath swept away at the kiss to his forehead, his heart fluttering and face glowing beet red beneath his fur. He looked almost pink. Then, as his mismatched eyes gazed into the ethereal landscape beyond the portal, he felt himself windswept yet again. Doubly so.

The sing-song ribbiting of the frogs was like music to his ears, the fireflies a magical parade between ancient trees and tall, blue-green blades of bayou grass. He wanted to step through the portal. So much so, that he'd already started moving before Alastor had completed his sentence.

Angel turned around and offered a hand to his now-lover once inside, so he could help Alastor through. Then, it was Angel's turn to bestow a kiss to the deer— a sweet little thing, at the base of one of Alastor's large ears.

"This is great, Al," Angel breathed, turning to look at everything. He wanted to curl up at the base of a tree, languidly soak it all in, and then take the fattest nap he'd ever had in his entire un-life. "You made this...? Or did the hotel?"

Oh, dear. The hotel. That was right.

Angel had been so mystified by everything else that he'd almost glossed over Alastor's comment. Eyes widening, the spider glanced down at his partner... and blinked.

Did Alastor mean what he'd said back there? That he would burn the entire hotel to the ground if he could never kiss Angel again? It was possessive, it was protective, and it made Angel's chest swell with a strange sort of secondhand pride.

Now, this was what he was talking about. This was hot.

Angel rubbed at the fur of his own arm, employing his acting skills to keep calm. He didn't want to ruin the moment by behaving like a gleeful mess while Alastor was still suffering from his wounds.

... That is, if Alastor was still suffering.

There was only one way to find out.

"What's the plan now, Daddy?" Angel teased, batting his lashes at him. Teeth poked at his bottom lip as he smiled. "You an' me gonna make out in the swamp water, or are ya still not feelin' so good?"

Hidden in the crevices of his lust-laden joke were the whispers of genuine concern.

"... 'Cause it's your call, here. Celebratin' can wait if ya need it to. I'm with ya to the end either way."

The only time Alastor had ever seen Angel so flustered had been in the few films he'd inevitably caught the beginnings of in his day to day around hell, as fake as it was. He always broke whatever monitor it was being viewed on as he passed, more often than not without his conscious input. It had surprised him the first few times it had happened, but the more he watched sparks fly and rain down to burn screaming faces, the less he found himself caring that his emotions had gotten away from him. He would burn them all if he could.

Never once would he have thought he would be the one to bring such a flush to the spider's face, real or fake, and he was sure no one would believe him should he share such a happening. But that didn't matter, seeing as this moment was their's and their's alone, as were any and all future reenactments, something Alastor would fight to keep as such.

He would die for Angel without hesitation.

Now that he no longer had this secret to hold, Alastor found himself feeling...good. Fantasic, even. He couldn't even recall when he last felt so...so happy. Fear still held tight at his chest, of course, insisting that growing too close could only lead to pain in the end, but seeing that lip-bitten smile on Angel's face, he couldn't find it in himself to regret any of this.

"If you believe this is all there is to be, you are a fool, Cher. I have been wanting to do that for so long, I very well might burn the hotel to the ground should I not be able to kiss you again." Said with a chuckle as he slowly, carefully stood, hands latch tight onto Angel until he reached his feet. As if to tide himself over until he could kiss the spider properly, Al pressed a gentle kiss to Angel's forehead as he summoned his cane to his hand.

A wave of the same hand would call forth another portal (with there being no door leading into or out of the tower), the other side showing the wide expanse of bayou that made up the sinner's room beyond the typical bed and dresser in a mystery of architecture. Frogs could be heard far past where the eye could see, a chorus of crickets to accompany them along with fireflies to offer the lights to their murky stage.

"After you, my dear."

[infernal-lightning]

Hey folks! I know I've been a bit M.I.A this month, for a couple reasons, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things over the next few days! Just going to do another quick check in with those that I've been threading with. I know I owe quite a few replies, but if you'd rather not continue the thread we have (or would want to start a new one instead) feel free to DM/IM me!

Otherwise, just give this post a like if you're still interested in writing the thread I'm listing here.

UPDATE:

Crossing off threads that have been dropped.

@hazs-been - Distracted (this never got a reply, should I assume it's lost interest for ya?)

@amischiefofmuses - A New Resident (This was our main thread but hasn't gotten a reply since the last post so just checking in!)

@amischiefofmuses - Rude Awakening (I don't know if this was meant to just be a one-off kind of thing haha)

@amischiefofmuses - Guilty (same deal as above?)

@helluvah0tel - Meeting in the Tower (this also never got a reply so shall I assume it's not of interest anymore?)

@moonlightsdew - Sleepless Nights (I owe a reply!)

@radioiaci - Photo Propositions (I owe)

@hells-fvry - Maintaining Composure (been over a month now, assuming you've lost interest?)

@demondads - Middle of the Night (I owe!)

@tuneonin - Humming

@misbchave - Don't Play Games (I owe!)

@unholy-ordainmemt - Meeting

@spider-slvt - Nail Painting

@mmorning-stars - Lighting and Drinks

@radiosrequiem - Lonely Whiskey

@radicheart - Nightmares (not sure if this was supposed to be a one-off kind of thing? lol my bad if so)

@daddymothxxx - Bored Now (I owe!)

@inside-of-every-demon - After The Battle (I owe!)

@screentimeoverlord - A New Target (I owe!)

@tunedradio - Weep (I owe!)

[hazbinned]

IT'S MY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY HERE!

Sappy stuff under the cut:

Thank you guys SO MUCH for being here and making this an amazing place for me. I made the blog as a coping mechanism for some very scary medical stuff I was going through last year, and even though I'm not 100% better, I'm doing a LOT better now and this blog and all of you helped pull me through the creepy times. I've LOVED writing with everyone and getting to explore these wacky characters in all sorts of contexts, be they funny, sad, cute, or scary— I'm also SO proud to be someone who can make people laugh when they're feeling down and to have inside jokes with many of you. I'm not the best at messages like this, but I ADORE you guys and all the adventures we've had. HERE'S TO MANY MORE TO COME!!!!

I've made some VERY amazing friends here, some of whom I talk to every day (I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSSSS!!!!!) but it would be VERY difficult to shout out all of you who matter to me so I'm not going to do that (I don't want to leave anybody out... plus, I might get shadowbanned if I try)-- so I'm just going to make an honorable mention to @hells-fvry for being my FIRST mutual and someone I still RP with today!

Also, a HUGE thanks to anyone who is participating in VAL-entine's Day, be it with a different Val icon or the stupid grin one we're all using. My little joke turned out to be HILARIOUS on the dash and I've loved watching it unfold but I couldn't have done it without you.

MUCH LOVE!!!! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

From Al

[mudskip-muses]

im not dead!!

it may seem like it since ive only been on @the-ultimate-muses and more recently @hells-fvry, but i havent for gotten about all my other blogs! i just have little to no threads depending on which blog is in question, so its gonna seem like my other blogs @speckled-and-spattered @home-plate-muses @the-normandy-and-beyond @wasteland-muses and @super-hero-support-group are all but dead for long stretches of time. im not opposed to writing on those blogs, but those muses have been very distant as of late so im typically not actively searching about to start threads as much. that doesnt mean you cant still send stuff in!! im still around, im just lurking about until i can gather enough mind to write my other muses with the threads i do have uwu that being said i did clean out a large majority of threads simply for my own sanity, there were just too many to handle lol feel free to send new stuff in or dm me to plot, ill be around!! (also this is being reblogged to all my blogs sorry in advance lol)

[lustfulxxxprincess]

"Are we playing just for fun or are we making bets?"

"Well I'm bored."

[hellizens]

@hells-fvry replied to your post “(( Playing L.ethal C.ompany by myself because I'm...”:

Wait until he learns about the rubber duck loot lmao

"THERE'S RUBBER DUCK LOOT!?"

[burning-fcols]

"I didn't leave on purpose, you know." An out of nowhere comment spoken in a delirious haze where Alastor found himself near bleeding out in Vox bed once again, his powers still not recovered from his brush with Adam, despite that being months ago. It had been stupid to start the squabble after just so happening to bump into Vox while walking past the front of his tower, whistling a jaunty tune he knew to be one of the TV's old favorites, but this wound had left him itching for violence, it having been too long since he'd been able to really let loose thanks to how slowly his body healed. It was like being human all over again, the threat of dying looming over his head and everything. Only this time he was sure there wasn't another Hell for him to manifest into. To get a second chance in.

He wanted a fight, and for all his posturing, he knew Vox wouldn't kill him, not with the weakened state he was in. That wasn't how they operated, kicking the other while they were down, it not beign any fun in such an unfair fight. Even if given a fair chance, however, Alastor had a feeling Vox wouldn't kill him, and Al almost hated that he could say the same. It would be so very dull without the stupid television around to pester whenever he pleased and knew he was safe doing so, no matter how many claw marks marred his body by the end.

This was only confirmed when Alastor not only woke up in general, but did so in Vox's room. The last he'd remembered their fight had taken them to the roof, and then...nothing. He'd burnt his powers out to the point that his body ached with even the thought of using them to any capacity. He was doing this too often, not giving himself time to heal. If he thought about it too much, he could almost call it a punishment, to be flirting with death like he was.

Slowly fading back into consciousness, Alastor used his radio frequency to find Vox when his body wouldn't respond, the natural hum of what he assumed was this body life force reaching staticy feelers out until pinging off Vox's own buzz. He was there, Al wasn't alone.

Any attempt at talking to Al would only lead to silence, though not from lack of trying. Body so drained, not even his vocal cords would respond beyond an unnatural crackling of dead air whenever he'd tried to speak. So he'd settled for simply using his frequency to communicate, it being buzzed or mellowed in lieu of a yes or no. He'd even panicked when he couldn't feel Vox in the room anymore after waking up from an impromptu nap earlier in the day (or maybe night? He didn't actually know how long he'd been there, and strangely, he was perfectly content to keep it that way until he was able to move again.) While short stretches of his unseen staticy appendage equated to hardly more than an inconvenient cough in terms of pain, when Alastor had reached all the way down to the lobby of the building, he had to suddenly cut the noise as his body protested in the form of throwing up what little he'd managed to eat since first waking up there.

He was pretty sure Vox had been up and at his side in the span of a mere blink, but with how his head throbbed, it very well could have been hours he'd lost to the pain. He still hurt, but it was less of an edge now that he could feel Vox in the room again, it being so much of a comfort, sinking him so deeply into security, he'd blurted out a secret only Husker knew (and that was only because the cat was so damned observant).

He didn't take back his words though, his eyes being set in the direction he was pretty sure Vox was in (when had everything become so fuzzy-) with what one could just barely call a smile on his face. "I was a fool, Vox. A twice damned fool..."

This was dangerous, trying to talk about it so blatantly. Even if he wanted to tell the whole story, he couldn't as part of the deal. Should he try to explain where he had been in earnest, it would feel as if his body was but a voodoo doll being stabbed over and over again. This was a time he didn't care, however, where he fought through the prickly warning beneath his skin. Vox needed to know he hadn't left of purpose, that it hadn't been his choice. He couldn't say why, or maybe he just didn't want to, but he needed his old friend to know.

- ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @hells-fvry 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Alastor's alluring annoying whistling had reached Vox's ears like a siren song, that damned Radio Demon acting like a ghost of the past. Taking every opportunity to haunt him, prodding at the weakness of who he used to be. Dangling the idea of who they he could have been just out of his reach; time and bad blood between them making it an even bigger impossibility than when they were on good terms. Yet Vox can't shed the ingrained bitterness only past hope could spawn, merely seeing Alastor enough to make him spark ( in several ways ) .

Vox used to think there was no personal Hell like when Alastor had gone missing for years but ever since the deer made his ❛ triumphant ❜ return, he's been doing everything in his power to prove Vox wrong. Yet Vox knows that, were he given the choice to go back to that uncertain time, he couldn't. Life without Alastor was... unsatisfying. A gaping emptiness in the hellscape, that refused to be filled no matter how much control he amassed or how much attention he garnered from Valentino.

Can he really be blamed if he comes running whenever Alastor calls?

Yes. And Vox shall continue to LOATHE his actions as they cause him to claw into the old-timey prick whose crushing grip never waned, even as the years trudged forward with no remorse... As well as carry Alastor's limp body to his own bedroom, dressing wounds and setting down the other's battered form ( pride in his victory tarnished by how clearly weakened Alastor was, now that Vox is calm enough to notice ) with more gentleness than anyone has experienced from the television demon.

Spending hours tending to the Radio Demon's needs, silent as the other aside from when he inquired about what was needed. His thoughts were loud enough. No need to add to the cacophony with idle chit-chat. Especially with someone who could barely provide a yes or no in response. Although he did play music from the room's speakers, if only for Alastor's benefit. A soothing serenade of jazz; playlist specifically made from the songs Alastor introduced him to during the start of their unforeseen companionship. Beginning with the very song used to lure him in.

When Alastor finally drifted into slumber, Vox had taken the opportunity to get some work done. After spending an hour or so standing at the bedside, just in case the deer woke up. This unexpected... inconvenience had stolen nearly his entire day, which would be exhausting at best and impossible at worst to make up without lingering consequences. He had barely managed to put a dent in the piled up memos before he felt that achingly familiar sparking presence. In an instant, the television had shot to the Radio Demon's side. Vibrating with barely-contained panic as if he expected the other to somehow be in danger, despite being in arguably one of the safest places in Hell. With how unsettlingly feeble Alastor is, the fear feels warranted.

Heavy breathing settles when he sees the room exactly as he left it, including the man upon the bed. Walking over with a practiced look of disdain, he's about to complain about being interrupted for seemingly no reason— would it kill Alastor to give him five minutes? —when the other breaks the silence instead. Steps falter, composure breaking in a manner unlike Vox. In a way Alastor never lost the ability to force from him. Narrowed eyes wide in clear shock, daresay unnerved at being met with a display of... honesty? Compassion. His only solace is that he doubts Alastor can see him through such dazed eyes.

Vox plasters on a more suitable expression regardless.

Stalking toward the bed, steps slow... reluctant calculated, hands leave their place behind his back to grip the side of the bed instead. Claws dig into the blanket, sparks dancing along his fingertips as he leans closer. Voice but a curt growl, filling the air between him and Alastor, not even the rest of the room permitted to hear. ❝ Alright. Let's say I believe you. Let's say you didn't intend to leave me for ѕєνєη ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ уєαяѕ... ❞ Voice cracks, Vox praying the trembling that follows will be mistaken as such, ❝ Why did I have to hear about your return— ❞

Swallowing thickly, he shakily exhales before hissing through the bitter taste in his mouth, ❝ —from Valentino. ❞ Over a week. Seven years of nothing and then when Alastor comes back, he didn't seek him out. Didn't so much as tell him. How is it that, after all the pain endured not knowing if Alastor had been slain without his knowledge, how Vox learned he was ALIVE is what hurt the most... 「 ☆ 」

[nifftyandlcvely]

@hells-fvry | Continued from [x]

Climbing to sit on one of the bar stools that were all taller than her, Molly made a face that was half confusion half exasperation. "You just told me to stay away from... like half the people here," she reiterated. Not that he had really needed to tell her any of that. It wasn't like she was just going to care-freely wonder around anywhere in Hell, hotel for redemption or not.

She couldn't help but noticed how much he seemed to be hiding his vices in her presence, between the correction in his speech and hesitation in picking up the bottle. "You know, you don't have to hold back on my account. Between being born in Hell and working for the Vees, I don't think there's anything I haven't seen yet. I don't wanna be an inconvenience." It was already weird enough not having any one bark orders at her, but to go out of their way to maker her feel more comfortable was just too weird. Like, someone would jump out of nowhere and pull the rug out from under her at moment. Reveal that this all had been a big joke and some kind of test that she failed. Nothing felt real, and it definitely didn't feel like she belonged there.

When Husker asked about toys though, it sent a shiver through her spine, memories of long nights going through toy products to check for imperfections or shorting through piles of junk that Vox, Valentino, or Velvette had knocked over in a hissy fit for anything salvageable enough for Vox to sell or any number of inane tasks Vox commanded her to do for one of his toy brands. He had put her in charge of them because "You're a kid, right? Kids like toys and shit."

"Uhm, no," the little Teddy Bear replied shortly. "I'm not really... into toys anyways. I've... kinda outgrown them already."

[velvettexcupcake]

"Okay now I definitely remember you! Not only are you the radio demon one of my associates can't stop talking or thinking about but that voice! You have a voice meant for radio. Butter on the ears darling I really have to give you credit." She allowed the kiss upon her hand. If anything she delighted in it.

"Pleased to meet you dear Call me velvette. I have to say even without knowing each other you've provided me with quite the bit of entertainment. Just your very existence has my voxy in a little hissy fit. It's been hilarious to watch unveil. So I really have to thank you for that."

@hells-fvry liked for a starter

"You look familiar darling. Have I seen you somewhere before?" Of course she knew who alastor was but she wanted him to properly introduce himself to her. She heard many things about the overlord. Mostly from vox and she wanted to make up her own mind about the man.

[necrolightguitar]

@hells-fvry liked for a starter!

Sal's gait is surprisingly casual as he moves closer to the hotel, his mask--now unremovable, as he'd found out the other night--lending him its completely blank expression.

The only thing giving away his panic is the way his blue fur bristles and his wolf-like tail curls to sit between his legs.

Where is he? The last thing he remembers is the electric chair, a distant and desperate banging on the door, the clank of the lever as they--

Sal stops just outside of the doors. His ears turn this way and that against his will, the relatively new appendages trying to catch any sounds that stand out. Eventually the sinner gives up, opting to instead call out.

"Is someone there?"

[infernal-lightning]

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Hi all! Just for the sake of my own organization, I'm going to be posting a list of the threads I have going. If you're tagged in this and would rather not continue the thread, please let me know in DMs/IMs so I know for sure! Otherwise, if you're cool with continuing just give this a like. Also I'm just naming these randomly, sorry if the names suck lol

@themosthatedbeing - A Hurt Too Close

@adventures-written - Seeking Protection

@amischiefofmuses - A New Resident

@inside-of-every-demon - After The Battle

@hells-fvry - Maintaining Composure

@demondads - Middle of the Night

@amischiefofmuses - Guilty

@lucifertxt - A Stroll

@radioiaci - Photo Propositions

@moonlightsdew - Sleepless Nights

@cxncrie - Catfight (lol)

@secr3trings - Distracted

@amischiefofmuses - Rude Awakening

@screentimeoverlord - Getting to Know You

@helluvah0tel - Meeting in the Tower

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