#sinsmas rp

[toranoya]

Sinsmas: Dez's Angel

The streets of Hell glimmered faintly under the dull glow of red and gold Christmas Sinsmas lights. While the holiday wasn’t exactly a big deal down here, some demons found joy in the little things—like gift-giving. Dez, the rugged Australian bodyguard wandered through the bustling underworld bazaar, his sharp eyes scanning the stalls.

“Alright, Dez,” he muttered to himself in his thick Aussie accent. “What do ya get for a bloody spider with more sass than sense?”

Angel Dust wasn’t just anyone to Dez. Sure, the flamboyant spider demon could be loud and dramatic, but Dez had grown fond of him. Angel’s charm, wit, and surprising vulnerability had earned the bodyguard’s respect. He wanted to get this right.

After some deliberation, Dez stopped at a stall filled with handmade trinkets. A delicate, silver spider-web pendant caught his eye, its tiny crystal beads shimmering like dew in the dim light. It was classy yet flashy—just like Angel. Dez handed over a handful of Hellmarks coins and pocketed the gift.

Later that evening, Dez made his way to the hotel where Angel was staying. The scent of burnt gingerbread and spiked eggnog filled the air as demons mingled in half-hearted celebration. Dez found Angel perched on a plush chair, chatting animatedly with Husk.

“Oi, Angel,” Dez called, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Merry Sinsmas, ya bloody show-off.” He held out the tiny gift box…

[@poisonedspider

(Happy holidays Strode! Don't work too hard!)

[chaggie-askblog]

Sinsmas pfp! Isn’t Vaggie adorable? 🥹

Well I’m not the only one 💜

[top-shelf-tender]

Alastor absolutely waits until Husk is in the process of cleaning the bar before manifesting himself in a surprise attack.

"HUSKER THINK QUICK-"

And absolutely clocks that feline right in the head with a large snowball.

Not only was Husk bludgeoned with a projectile, but it was cold. An involuntary yowl preceded the cat’s fur puffing, eyes wild as he swiped any lingering snow from the back of his head. While Alastor was falling about the place in a raucous fit of laughter, the bartender grabbed the nearest towel, wet it, came out from behind the bar, and snapped it on Alastor’s ass.

[mpreg-ask-blog]

How are you feeling, Angel? Did you get anything nice for sinsmas?

Angel: oh, I'm doing splendid. I mostly got baby stuff and a scratch to the face, but we did a “white elephant” gift thing. Won 30 tiny candles from it. It was mostly just calm stuff.

[ask-husker]

Sorry for the long lull. Some of you asked for advice for survivin' the holidays... I hope ya made it through alright. Turns out the hellborn celebrate somethin' called Sinsmas. Charlie left out the sin bit... mostly just involved us exchangin' gifts and gettin' wasted. Real nice time all around. Angel appreciated the sweater y'all recommended. So did Nuggs. So thank you. And sorry if I let ya down with my absence.

Here's to a better new year.

[keenie-bopper]

*Keenie's phone starts ringing. When she picks up, Striker's on the other side.*

"Keenie, what in Adam's ass-crack do y'all think you're doin'? Haven't you thought that most demons are cold-blooded and ain't exactly happy 'bout riskin' to catch pneumonia just for a little festive spirit?"

( @helluvaoutlaw )

"Oh come on Striker. If your so mad about it, you can go and ba-humbug in the Wrath Ring!"

"Maybe a little snow is a good thing! It keeps the sour pusses, like you out of my toasty warm wool!"

[hellsgreatestfashionista]

Well, that was unexpected. A pleasant unexpected, but unexpected still.

Seeing that she has received a gift was unsurprising. Between fanmail, gifts from friends and employees that liked her a tad more, she was used to that. Seeing that she had received a gift from Angel Dust, on the other hand, was new. He was Valentino's employee. Despite forging an alliance, the Vees didn't interact with each other's souls too much. Occasionally, Vox wanted one of hers to model a new product of his, but there was hardly any further meddling.

But, she supposed, if Angel Dust were to give a gift to a Vee, it would be her. Between Vox's hostile attitude towards the pornstar and Valentino's... Valentinism, it wasn't hard to be his favourite of the trio. Simple nonchalance towards his existence was enough to best whatever competition. And she was super smart, fashionable, trendy and with great taste. Just how much more perfect could she get?

Angel himself wasn't bad at all either. Pretty good bloke. He was good at his job, popular amongst the masses, decent-looking, stylish, occasionally funny, and he could fight too. Plus, he obviously has a good eye for people and clothes.

"Sure thing hun. If you know more than one stitch, feel free to swing by my studio whenever. You have a keycard for the lift. Kinda wanna see what you can put together. Thanks for the jacket too. Pretty piece." Maybe the holidays were getting to her. She wasn't typically making friends with souls around the tower. Eh, what's typical anyway? "Take today and tomorrow off, why don't you? I'll handle Val. And Happy Sinsmans."

[sweetauntrosie]

Merry Sinsmas! I hope everyone has a wonderful day celebrating however you may.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Unfortunately this blog is no longer in the top 5 results when you look up “Hazbin” and has been beaten out by some others, (including one of my own blogs funnily enough) so I’ll have to type more letters when I want to search up your blog lol.

Anyways, merry Christmas! Or, well, Sinsmas if the mod isn’t the one responding lol. Either way, happy holidays!

"Oh, we're celebrating Christmas! Merry Christmas to you, too!"

[the-perfect-scientist]

"Merry fuckin' Sinsmas.

Yeah fuckin' right..."

[toranoya]

Peter froze in place, his breath catching as he stared down at the blue velvet box and the ethereal ring within it. For a moment, his mind couldn’t process what was happening. His hands, still clasped nervously in front of him, began to tremble even more as Alastor’s words echoed in his ears. “You have been my little guiding light in this hellscape… I love you and I want you to be mine. Will you marry me?”

The saint’s cheeks flushed a brilliant gold, his divine glow becoming warmer and more radiant as his emotions overwhelmed him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out at first. He brought a hand to his lips, his eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Finally, he let out a shaky laugh, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Alastor…” His hands fell to his sides before he reached out, cupping the Radio Demon’s face with the same gentleness he used when scratching his fur moments earlier. “You… you unbelievable, wonderful, infuriatingly charming sinner.”

Tears—soft, glowing, and golden—welled up in his eyes as he smiled, the kind of smile that was rare even for a saint like him. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. Then, louder, firmer, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Without hesitation, Peter leaned down, capturing Alastor’s lips in a kiss that was as gentle as it was fervent. The taste of heavenly light met the lingering scent of Hell’s fire, their differences melding perfectly in that moment.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against Alastor’s, his hands now holding the sinner’s as if anchoring himself in this unreal moment. “I never thought I’d find this—you—in a place like this. And yet, I can’t imagine my life without you now. Even if I have to go back to Heaven, my heart will always be here with you.”

He glanced down at the ring in the velvet box and let out a breathless laugh. “You really crafted this from angelic material? It’s… perfect.” His fingers brushed over the intricate carvings of wings and stars, his smile widening. “And so are you.”

Peter straightened up and held out his hand, his glowing golden skin trembling faintly. “Put it on me, my Stag. I’m yours.”

[@voodoodaaddy

[toranoya]

Sinsmas: Fizz!

It was a particularly slow day at I.M.P headquarters, and then the front door slammed open with dramatic flair, followed by the sound of circus music blaring from an unseen speaker. Standing in the doorway, in all his overly-animated glory, was none other than Fizzarolli. Of course! Who else?

“Well, well, well, look who decided to drag his lazy ass to work today!” Fizz teased as he saw Blitz, sauntering into the office like he owned the place. His joints whirred as he moved, his grin wide and devilishly mischievous. “Miss me, Blitz?”

Fizz asked as he twirled his hat dramatically before perching on the edge of Blitzo’s desk. “Now we both know, I am a super duper very busy demon, but I just had to make a pit stop. I’ve got something for you, and I think you’ll find it electrifying.”

Fizz pulled a bright pink box out of nowhere, complete with a glittery bow, and pushed it toward Blitzo. “This, my dear friend, is a gift of appreciation. For all the chaotic memories we share and because I just know you’re gonna love this.”

Inside was a custom-made, bedazzled, life-sized replica of Fizzarolli’s signature horns. Except these weren’t just any horns—they were outfitted with LEDs, adjustable vibration settings, and, of course, an instruction manual that promised “hours of fun.”

[@boszbichblitzo

[d3m0nic-sail0rsc0ut]

i couldn't sleep. ofc i couldn't sleep. i just got a fucking kiss on the cheek FROM MY GODDAMN CRUSH. WTF DO I MAKE OF THIS????? AAAAAAAAAA. ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

okay. reeling from the kiss, i've got presents ready. not just for my bros either, i've got some for my uncles, my human realm friends, my hellhound friend (that hopefully isn't passed out), and everyone else in devildom. (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) (except for solomon. fuck you. =~=)

call me satan. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

edit: OML. SANTA. DAMN YOU AUTOCORRECT. (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

[top-shelf-tender]

Husk was oblivious to the mistletoe that Lucifer had hung over the bar, now a prime victim for unexpected smooches.

[keenie-bopper]

Keenie shrieks and grabs a lid from a nearby trash can. The same trash can that she tipped over, when she first met Susan. The elder cannibal was right, this is deja vu! She braces herself and holds out the lid in front of her like a shield. The familiar sound of shattered of terracotta rings in her ears. Keenie opens her eyes to see the broken clay pigeon laying at her feet. Cupid. How ironic...

The Cherub proudly casts the lid aside and declares, "I may not have my Angelic Abilities. But you are right! I don't need those to make a difference." "I know people who would let Hell freeze over! Who would drown my enemies in honey! Hog tie strangers and leave them for dead. I guess you could say, I have friends in low places..."

"Friends like you, who have killer aim and an appetite for bloodshed." Keenie said with a soft smile.

"Okay. Okay! " Susan shrugs, "Quit your whinging, no bow this. no wings that. But sure send a whole winter to my front porch and the rest of Hell and the threat of carolers....." She turned around as though she was about to pick up the tarp and put it away , "BUT BETCHA YOU CAN DO ONE MORE, PASTEL HOOVES!" She yanked the string, "PULL!"

[keenie-bopper]

hey keenie, out of sheer curiosity, what is the meaning of sinsmas? What is it all about?

@the-darkest-radio

Keenie wistfully watched the last few snowflakes fall from her hotel room balcony. The event was wrapping up, and soon the snow would be gone. She ponders Shade’s question, and recounts the steps her friends took to celebrate the silly holiday.

“Well Shade, I feel like that answer is different for everyone. Today an Angel and her Sinner friends put aside their differences to make each other laugh.”

“If I still had my job in Heaven, I would cringe in disgust over the havoc I caused today. But instead, I joined my friends and together we celebrated a silly holiday with so many strangers across the Pride Ring.”

“So if you ask me, the true meaning of any holiday, not just Sinsmas, is to look back over the ways you have grown as a person, and celebrate those changes with the people who will make you happy.”

With a bittersweet smile she turns to face the shadowy figure, “Merry Sinsmas, Shade. Thank you for coming for a visit.” - @the-darkest-radio