#penanceisthecure

[crownprincex]

@penanceisthecure replied to your post “[txt] still Jasper?”:

[txt] nice. Still got cats?

​[txt] yeah princess and duchess

[legendaryenchantment]

@penanceisthecure replied to your post “Oh, and bugger me, it's almost time for me to try...”:

Pretty sure a master should be summoning YOU.

​Not if he is dead and I am not.

[burningfeathersx]

@penanceisthecure replied to your post “[Lifts him respectfully under knee and hip.] No...”:

A twink?? Fuck, I need to up my protein. [I'll have you know they've been working out. Also they're straight up carrying him, at which point he might see what he's being carried away from, which is some shimmering pearlescent quality to the ground where a rift is forming.] You're too much of a himbo to be standing here. Have you considered something a few blocks away? Anywhere I can drop you, sweetheart?

​[To be fair, most people looked twink-ish next to Duncan who was built like a brick house.

Lucifer did get briefly distracted looking at the--portal? Mmmmmm, just dodged what he suspected was a Devang Day situation.]

What? On my feet would be great, honeybun schnukums. [Don't throw stupid endearments at him.]

[infernal-blaze]

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Temporary or not, they had a new resident. Alastor had informed her of an incident, and while she wasn't the happiest about knowledge of a fight having broken out, she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of having someone new within the hotel's walls.

Supposedly, their guest was waiting down the in the lobby. Charlie descended the main stair case, eyes brightening when she spotted the unfamiliar head of hair. She approached with a smile, offering a hand out as a sign of peace and welcoming.

"Oh, hello there! I'm Charlie! Alastor told me you would be staying with us for a while?" Her eyes drifted towards their sheathed sword. Alastor had warned her the thing was powerful. Something about being able to open portals. While she didn't know the specifics, she did know it would be best to keep an eye on it. "I can show you to your room, if you'd like!"

[a-hazbin-spider]

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“Oh, what tha’ fuck- have you been followin’ me around this whole time? It’s been like- an hour!” Spindly fingers are very tight on the bridge between his eyes. Is this what ducks feel..? Maybe geese are grumpy for a reason.

[profpain]

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here; you should leave.”

"Dpn't worry about me~ I've got good eyes and quick feet." As he continued on his way jauntily. Something he did while being watched.

[radioiaci]

Many others asked the same question about his 'breaking point'. But if the queen of Hell could not outright snuff Alastor out because of his usefulness, there was no hope for an interloper without an ounce of capability except to toss about dimensional powers and pray that there would be no consequence for it.

Alastor would watch, cruelly, as the other seemed to assess exactly which fingers to offer in sacrifice - and his grin widened to nearly split his face in twin as they finally took the blade and sliced through the meat, muscle, and bone.

The scent of blood was always satisfying.

His gaze unwavering, Alastor remained where he was, watching as the subsequent shock and panic threatened Falcata's level of cognizance. But he had given them an order and they had done it. There was little reason for him to continue to throttle, the release of his tendril from their throat the only semblance of mercy that Alastor would give for the evening.

He too would take the fingers, collecting them in the tendril's grasp to bring up to his palm where he would hold them; as if they were precious.

"Good."

His claws closed around the fingers and they disappeared; so too did the knife.

"If you want medical attention, I am sure someone at the hotel will indulge." The sword that he'd stolen from them was thrust at their feet. "But open any more rifts in the presence of any other hotel residents, and I will take more than just your digits."

He would find Niffty. If it took him ages to do so, he would find a way. They were still bound by contract. That was not for nothing.

Falcata choked and grabbed at the tendrils around their throat, desperately trying to claw them away to get a proper gulp of air. It wasn't until they were yanked into place like a ragdoll and able to get feet back under themself that they could recover half a breath of air.

They did kick and thrash, all the way up until that blade was put back in their grasp. The edges of their vision were darkening, they knew they'd only get weaker with every kick.

The desire to simply lash out with the weapon again, fight him to the death, was so fucking strong. He'd put it in their hand, they could see it made him bleed at least a little, Alastor had to have a breaking point.

But Falcata's breaking point was far lower and nearer.

Their hands were shaking as they held up their hand and the knife. Pinkie was the obvious choice. Could take out the ring finger in the same go; they didn't think they could stomach doing two fingers separately. Could they get away with keeping the first knuckle, or would he make them go back for more if they didn't cut enough off?

Nausea washed over them at even considering this, and they took one more moment to hesitate, checking Alastor's face for any trace of potential mercy. Finding none, they tightly clasped their thumb and first two fingers into a fist, and set the knife against their ring finger, directed towards the pinkie. They yanked it through as quickly as they could.

Pain shot through them like electricity, and for a moment after they felt nothing. During that blessed moment of shock, they dropped the knife to the ground alongside their discarded fingers, and dug bloodied hands(with what fingers remained) into the tendril around their neck, again pulling it in a search for more air. Pain did start to quickly ramp up, and at that point their bid to escape moved from desperate human to desperate animal, frantic squirming to get him the fuck away from them.

Of course, if he squeezed harder to cut off air, they'd lose their fight pretty quickly.

[disasterghaster]

@penanceisthecure

"Don't you got a hobby, or something, that keeps you away from me?"

[duckduckluce]

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Name: Lucifer Morningstar

Title: King of Hell

Height:  5’7”

Sexuality: Bisexual/Pansexual

Pronouns: He/him

Appearance: Canon-compliant short king

Visually canon compliant.

My Lucifer doesn’t have a nose. He does have nostrils that are hard to see. 

Not appearance, but while we’re here, he can smell with his tongue like a snake.

Personality:

Lucifer is a bombastic, theatrical guy, full of pride and Good Ideas. Ever since his wife Lillith disappeared, and his daughter Charlie left the nest, he’s struggled to find a purpose that’s really worth fighting for. For now, he finds comfort and occasional bursts of inspiration in his love for silly little ducks, innovations in his theme park Lu Lu World, and helping his daughter Charlie with her little hotel project. Redeeming sinners? Well, it’s a nice thought.

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[sunnystiches]

@penanceisthecure

Do you ever need a stitch fixed? Got yourself some fashion vibes.

[wrathfulpup]

"Wow, fuck you and your shitty taste." He didn't need to stand for this kind of abuse. Which is exactly why he would turn about face and sulk off.

"Asshole."

Falcata looked him up and down, humming, and made a face. Ehhh. "Sometimes a broken nose adds character, but there's such thing as a little...too much character."

Then shrugged. "I'm sure it'll look better with time..."

[actualtirefire]

@penanceisthecure

“Psst.” She tried to get their attention. After having spotted them with the pepperoni outside of the shop--synchronicity having delivered her to the sidewalk outside where she’d paused to respond to a text message.

[crownprincex]

@penanceisthecure

That’s a really cool urban sci-fi scene you got there.

Be a shame if this goober rolled by in floral hoodie on his super cool retro heelie shoes. Plain distracted by something on his phone as he did so.

The alley is a shortcut to where he was going. Or maybe he made a wrong turn while trying to text and roll.

[burningfeathersx]

[Lifts him respectfully under knee and hip.] No time to explain. Floor is lava.

[He is up now. Alright.] Who decided that? [Blurted out of him before anything else.] You're too much of a twink to be doing this, you know.

[disasterghaster-moved]

@penanceisthecure

Somebody injure your pride?

I don’t know if that’s the right word. Don’t have much in the way of pride.

[Exhausted and half slumped where she was sitting. No arms and eyes closed. Tired.] Something happened. Somewhere and somewhen else and for some fucking reason I got dragged into it and--ouch. Feel like I ate a steaming hot cup of lava. And a really meaty ball of lightening.

Weren’t even me--some other me. Uncool and unfair if you ask me.

[a-hazbin-spider]

"I'm not judging,  at least he's a hot mess."

Mickcellamious || @penanceisthecure

“Damn right you ain’t judgin’.” Angel flourishes a little, posture craned nice and tall. “No less should be expected from me! And- b’sides, it wouldn’t be fun without a lil mess~.”