#hhrp

[hellcab]

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝗼�� 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝘆

{ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ - ʀᴏᴛʜ ᴋʀᴜɢᴇʀ. }

{ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴀʙ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇʟᴅʀɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ }

ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ:

Clarke's Third Law, Addiction to Magic, Cosmic Horror, Fatalism, Living in The Past, Individualism, Unresolved Grief, Abandonment, Emotional Manipulation, The Reality of Never Going Home Again, Transcendence, Koyaanisqatsi ( Life out of Balance ) and Resisting Fate.

{ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ / ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ }

{ ʙɪᴏ. } / { ᴘꜱᴀ. } / { ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ. }

[infinity-cantos]

𝘚𝘰, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘖𝘩, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭 ��𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗔𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗿𝗲

𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗮𝗻

ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ: ᴀʙʟᴇɪꜱᴍ, ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ɴɪᴇᴛᴢꜱᴄʜᴇᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴄɪꜱᴍ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ, ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ, ᴅᴇʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʀᴡɪɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ.

{ ѕємι-ѕєℓє¢тινє / ¢яσѕѕσνєя ƒяιєη∂ℓу }

{ яυℓєѕ } / { ρѕα }

[puppy-puk3]

I really love musing Velvette for reasons like this ♥️

[fizzifroggi]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄   𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑   .    PERFORMER   .   ENTERTAINERinde   portrayal   of   the   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈  !MINORS   DNI   .   18+   CONTENT   .   GAY   MUSE  !  A   FLAMBOYANT   FLAIR  ,   HE   STRUTS   THROUGH   LIFE   WITH   A   DEVIL  -  MAY  -  CARE   ATTITUDE  ,   HIS   EVERY   MOVE   CALCULATED   TO   DAZZLE   AND   DISTRACT  .   BENEATH   THE   JESTER'S   MASK   LIES   A   SHARP   MIND  ,   ALWAYS   QUICK   WITH   A   JOKE   OR   A   BITING   REMARK  ,   HIS   WORDS   CUTTING   THROUGH   THE   AIR   WITH   A   PRECISION   THAT   BELIES   HIS   PLAYFUL   EXTERIOR  .                RULES   .   ICON  |  HEADER   .   MEMES                            written     by   .   AMANDA

[motheress]

　 MOTHERESS IS HERE

[pocketfulofgalaxies]

Just a POCKETFUL OF GALAXIES Selective multimuse featuring various anime/video game characters Inked by Panda Rules/Muses

[minthe-drawings]

Took a break from comms to redraw an old Hazbin Hotel OC of mine!

Meet Cy💜✨

[princesscfpop]

Princess Of Pop

an original character crafted for the hazbin hotel verse , but with the horror , and supernatural verses in mind . adult themes such as ; drinking , drug abuse , sex , gore , and others will be present on this account . minors , do not interact . DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT . highly selective , literate , and detailed writer who is over the age of twenty-one . read more about my code of conduct here .

alexis johanna camila monet , or simply known by her stage name ; alexis , is hell’s top singer-songwriter , descending into it’s fiery pits in 1994 . read more about my character here .

come write with me on twitter ( @princesscfpop ) ! discord writing available upon request . askbox always open . i follow back from theyhatejosie . this is a role-playing side blog .

pt-br / eng .

[hellcab]

𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

{ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ - ʀᴏᴛʜ ᴋʀᴜɢᴇʀ. }

{ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴀʙ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇʟᴅʀɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ }

ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ:

Clarke's Third Law, Addiction to Magic, Cosmic Horror, Fatalism, Living in The Past, Individualism, Unresolved Grief, Abandonment, Emotional Manipulation, The Reality of Never Going Home Again, Transcendence, Koyaanisqatsi ( Life out of Balance ) and Resisting Fate.

{ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ / ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ }

{ ʙɪᴏ. } / { ᴘꜱᴀ. } / { ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ. }

[19mhz]

PARDON MY DEPRAVITY! — alastor, morbidly depicted by gee.

[foxybeelzebub]

𝕐'𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝔹𝕖𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕪!?

#HBRP | #HHRP | #MVRP

[iamairika]

Gift Commission for MagneBonnie 🎁 Commissioned by RisingRedeemers (Both on X/Twitter)

Thank you so much for trust me to draw this for you, for your friend 💕

I do hope you enjoy this, Bonnie 🥰 I haven't seen them since my HHRP days, hope you're doing well 😘

[jadipose]

Is it working?

GHOarp! HHRP.

Mmmhmm!!! I'm getting bhurrp. getting blo+ated...

[dirk-rider]

Dirk lay beside Jake, listening to them talk about whatever struck their mind. Thoughts on film, mostly, though anecdotes from their own life slipped through every once in a while.

Dirk really liked listening to Jake talk. It comforted him, reminded him that he wasn’t alone anymore. He didn’t interrupt, as he found Jake’s voice charming, and he liked hearing Jake’s steady breathing as they spoke.

Tonight, Jake’s breathing was heavier, and accompanied by a low grumbling from their midsection. A full meal for the both of them, though it hit Jake much harder. Their stomach lay firm, so Dirk instead rested his head on Jake’s chest. Gurgles and groans occasionally sounded from there, too, and reverberated against Dirk’s rather sensitive ears. He liked the feeling, and softly glided his hand across Jake’s stomach to feel the sensations there as well.

After a while, these absent gurgles began making themselves more known in Jake’s chest, and then in their throat. Jake had never been able to burp the way Dirk did, though, and they couldn’t seem to catch them in time to push just a little bit more. Because of this, they ignored the sounds, seeming to forget that Dirk could still FEEL them, even if they remained inaudible.

Dirk had a few of his own he’d been swallowing, as he wanted better posture to make for better sounds when he let them out, but he wasn’t quite ready to move from his boyfriend’s chest.

Dirk did need an excuse to let them out soon, though. The pressure was starting to mess with him in ways which disrupted the other comfort of the moment. So he dragged his knuckles a bit deeper across Jake’s chest.

GT: Blimey, man, you could stand to be a bit gentler in your movements..!

Dirk exhaled a laugh which he knew came across as condescending.

TT: Why? Eat too much, lardass?

Jake flushed a bit.

GT: Well… yes? You should know as much, ogling me the way you did.

TT: Nothing bad has happened so far. Let me enjoy myself, would you? You’re fine.

GT: Alright haha, but if i hurl it will weigh on your conscience!

TT: You’ll be fine, man. Just keep talkin’ for me.

GT: Alright, let’s see where i left off. Oh yes! So i walked in and-brrurrp…

TT: You went in and burped? Pff, gross, dude.

Dirk felt a familiar heat rising within himself at the sound.

GT: No no, i wouldnt make such a crass sound in public and we both know it.

TT: You did last week.

GT: That was *you* who… who did that! You just placed your blame on me!

TT: I dunno, I think you’re remembering wrong. What reason would I have to blame you?

GT: You think it’s funny, you-berrUurgh!

TT: Man, you really are just provin’ my point.

GT: That was your fault and we both-bwuUrp-*fuck*, Strider, this-hhrp-hurts!

TT: Aw, they hurt? Not even a shred of relief?

Jake shook their head “no”, and Dirk sat up.

TT: Here, grab me that bottle of water, let me show you how it’s done.

GT: If you’d just keep your hands to yourself, i could instead go back to my digestion, thank you very much.

TT: Nah, I don’t think you could. Once they start in you, they usually don’t stop for a bit. And if they don’t feel good, what’s the point?

Jake sighed and grabbed the water bottle off of the nightstand for Dirk.

TT: Thanks, princess. Give me a moment.

Dirk unscrewed the bottle and put it to his mouth. He took a rather large inhale, more air than liquid, and swallowed heartily. The sound was loud and forceful and repeated itself a few times before Dirk‘s lips parted. He swallowed once more before his head thrust forward a bit and he opened his mouth.

TT: brRAAAAAAAaack!! *glp* baAaAAAAAArrp…eurp! Ohh fuck yeah, there we go.

Jake inhaled sharply, face redder at the display.

TT: See, those felt good, sounded crisp, too. Yours are just… pathetic.

GT: bbrUurgh…

TT: Yeah, y’see? You oughtta be more aware of your body. You can’t let them out so loosely, you need some control.

GT: I cant feel them the way you can, dirk, you know i cant!

TT: Really? You really can’t? You don’t feel the way your chest loosens and your throat tightens? You don’t notice the damn fuckin’ audible signs that they’re comin’ up?

GT: Glp… audible?

TT: Yeah, man, your throat usually gurgles a bit beforehand.

GT: I thought you hadnt noticed.

TT: So you do know what I’m talkin’ about, good. I want you to listen for that, wait for that feeling, okay?

GT: Okay… and then what? What do i do then?

TT: Well, to practice you’ve gotta lose a bit of that shame you’re holding onto, okay?

GT: What do you mean..?

TT: I want you to let out the lowest sound you can. Pitch-wise, I mean.

So Jake tried, they did. But the act was embarrassing. They didn’t want to lose full control of his vocal faculties, especially not with Dirk watching them so closely. Their heart was pounding and they wished Dirk would maybe leave the room, or maybe not have started… well, burping them. But now they wouldn’t stop and Jake was flustered and horny and they knew Dirk wouldn’t give up trying to “help” Jake until he was asleep.

GT: Could you at least… erm… look away..?

TT: Why? I like seein’ you squirm.

GT: Well im not really getting anywhere with you staring like a rattler. A guy has to retain a bit of dignity!

TT: Psh, fine, your loss. Some guys dream of my eyes on them, and here you are denying yourself the pleasure. But I can look somewhere else.

Dirk planted his eyes on Jake’s firm stomach.

GT: Could you look somewhere that… that isnt me?

So Dirk’s eyes moved to his hand, and he realized how anxious he must’ve looked. He relaxed his fists a bit, but was quickly interrupted by a low moaning sort of sound, and he smirked a bit.

GT: Oh dirk dont *laugh*!

TT: Sorry, sorry.

“Theres a good reason I voicetrain alone” was a thought that crossed his mind, though he didn’t verbalize it.

TT: You’re doing good, though, bro. You feel the way you’re pushin’? It comin’ up from the bottom of your throat, and you’re pushin’?

[flora-bigs]

"You were doing good!" Doe gently rubs Nora's side encouragingly. "I told you, it takes practice. I want you to finish, though." She gently brings the bottle back to her lips and starts pouring again. This really gives a new meaning to getting someone drunk.

nora parts her lips again, an electric current tingling in her scalp... she leans into Doe gently, tilting her head back against the larger woman's shoulder as she takes a breath in through her nose.... don't gulp, just breathe. she opens her throat.... and manages to hold it open through the rest of the bottle, swallowing a gulp of air as the last drops subside....

"Hhrp. Ugh, I did it..." she closes her eyes, feeling the room spin around her slowly. "Huorp."

[peapupful]