#velcake.

[vogiteks]

tag dump.

[hotelbitches]

the grand assortment of flowers he’d had delivered to her studio sits on one side of the room, a little card tucked between the petals.    ( ‘ to my most darling, beautiful doll, for whom my servers short circuit. happy valentine’s day, velcakes.’ )    vox is half-leaned over the divan, one arm wrapping around velvette’s seated figure from behind, screen nuzzled in her hair, resting in the crook of her neck as if asking for a kiss. a SPECIAL V-DAY VOXTEK BUNDLE is tucked in his other arm, along with a nice bottle of wine. they have dinner reservations later, courtesy of vox, but there’s a while until then and plenty of time to indulge in other ways.  

what sits inside the package is a satin, lacy sleep set. there are a few hair accessories, padded with tissue paper, as well as a small jewellery box with varying rings and earrings. accompanying that, a voxtek-brand vibrator, in his colours, so she’s always thinking of him.

valentine's day! / @voxistem

oh, to be adored.

he's always known how to make her feel special, and this year is nothing different. while she's been sending different kinds of flowers to his office all week, vel knew that the competition between them to out - spend the other would be an inevitable loss on her end. vox already produced most of the products that would suit his usual fancy, so velvette always had to get creative.

tilting her head, velvette's hands go, respectively, to lace with his fingers at the one around her waist, and caress the side of his screen. "you spoil me," she purrs, delivering the first of many incoming kisses to the portion of his screen she can reach. "i don't know what you're doing, standing behind me instead of being in my lap," is her only complaint, grinning.

the boxes for him sit next to her, each containing a piece of clothing she hand - made for him. a pair of handkerchiefs with pink hearts lined with purple in her colors, on a blue background that matches both of the blues on his preferred suits. another sits below them, entirely in her colors, a deep purple background with pink hearts outlined in white. one she doesn't expect to see him wear in public, but one he can wear when he wants her to notice it.

a suit lies in another box, also in her colors instead of his usual. the primary color is a deep purple, the fabrics a mix of velvet and silk of the highest quality. the texture of the velvet is as similar to touching velvette's skin as she could make it without using her own skin. a matching pair of shoes, shiny, black leather with a purple sheen that shows in light, sits next to them. sue her, she wanted to see him in her colors.

"are you going first, or am i?"

[concubuck]

@velcake said: 👑 oh come on!!!!!!!! :(

My dear, I've turned my equipment into tentacles, mail slots, garbage disposal chutes, cacti, juice dispensers, hands, eyes, milkshake glasses, a gaping chasm full of guns, and things I can't even remember right now. I've turned myself into women, men, both, neither, animals, dolls, monsters, gods—and, yes, a wide variety of inanimate objects.

I do this, secondarily, to entertain; and primarily, to arouse. I aim to win my audience's desire.

Now, "knifeplay" is certainly a thing, but a knife isn't the object of desire—it's the instrument. It's a tool used to inflict a lover's lust on their real object of desire. Very few people are attracted to the knife in and of itself! I doubt you're one of them, my dear.

And as for entertainment—I've been enough things that I'm growing bored with proving to people that I can turn into things I already know I can turn into!

So, if you want me to be a knife—what's my incentive? I'm sure you're not the sort to simply command people to entertain you!

[pxppinmolly-archived]

knifeplay <3

* Kink Talk // Accepting

“I like it ... S’lil’ saucy, ya’ know? When someone uses it ta’ cut somethin’ off me is real hot, ya’ dig?

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No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[hazbinxdisaster]

unprompted asks || always accepting

@velcake​ asked: 👑 val didn't tell me he bought a new toy for me . ♡ / aimed at striker if it wasn't obvious <3

“I’M AFRAID YOU MUST HAVE THE WRONG IMP, ma’am. I ain’t nobody’s TOY.”

[dontasktheradiodemon]

🎶 I'm given to understand that we have another poor penitent soul seeking redemption at the helping hands of the Happy Hotel? A very warm welcome to @velcake—I'm sure you'll be a model guest!

[unrespited-a]

tag dump, pt 2

[hellishmoth]

hi zick is one of the main reasons i feel so comfortable in the hazbin rp community bc i really didn't have anyone i talked to consistently and they were really nice to me right from the get go </3 i'm super used to people being shitty to newbies when it comes to new communities but zick was so consistently lovely w me and i really appreciate it. alleviated some of that toxic community trauma for me babie, i appreciate it. i appreciate u <3<3<3 also helped me w icons thanks my liege

please do tell me about my bad reputation

aggressively shakes the community trauma out of you - but in all honesty, i don’t see why someone should be mean to a newbie, we’re all here to have fun and we should be happy to welcome more people into the community! that aside, i’ve always loved your writing and muses even before we started talking, but now i can say you’re an absolute delight to talk to. you have so many good good ideas and you have so much fun writing your muses and it shows and i love that! 

i love u, even when you send cursed facts in the chat

[koijrou]

❝    i’m  not  understanding    ――    you  want  me  to  do  what  with  that  watermelon?    ❞    a  look  none  too  different  than  the  usual  graced  your  features,    but  anyone  could  plainly  see  that  she  prompted  your  confusion.   *  @velcakes  liked  for  a  starter.  //

[hellshow]

panic and stress! ain’t it the best?

“Sure, if ya like screamin’ sinners pounding on your door and a stampede of brainless ‘royalty’.”

      Panic, when used properly, is great for business. I mean, c’mon, it’s HELL! Don’t tell him he can’t use it for cash grabs... but Velvet, Satan help her, goes a little overboard. You can’t milk the money cow if it’s dead...half eaten...and she’s wearing its head like a--

Point is, Velv has a wild side and (despite Valentino’s recommendation that they use her like a rabid dog on a leash) he isn’t taking any chances. You can’t be reckless all the time... you’ve gotta be smart. 

      “Listen, I know you’d like to cause some chaos on extermination day hun, but isn’t there already enough? I mean, fuck, the Princess of hell herself has her panties in a wad about it this year...” His screen flickers at that. Vox doesn’t know what kind of pathetic scheme Rodolph and his misfit toy have cooking but it annoys him to heaven and back. 

[sssardonian-ssserpent]

“…You think I’m cool.” He says that with a completely disbelieving tone, like he didn’t dare think that anything of what was coming out of her mouth was real, much less actually genuine, and his tail lashes just a little bit harder at that, his hood slowly starting to loosen a touch in it’s stiffened state. Perhaps Velvet wasn’t exactly keen to rip his scales off in this particular moment, but she certainly seemed to be planning something, and it involved buttering him up somehow, something he wasn’t entirely keen of considering this woman was attached to both Valentino and Vox at the damn hips. A puppet and harlequin, dancing along to their tune, even if said puppet could prove to be a dangerous one. He’s silent for a couple moments, before slowly moving to cross his arms, his hood finally falling flat, back down against his back. “…I’m…flattered.” He wasn’t.

sssardonian-ssserpent​:

“…Hmm…Ssssorry to say, but I don’t see why I should be telling you my business to begin with.” His tail lashes a little bit harder as he curls his claws into fists, then uncurls them again, the back of his mind still preparing him for a fight, if that sort of thing should come to pass, though the idea of a fight certainly made him feel nervous; he had no access to his ship or any of his other harder artillery aside from what he had stored in his hat, and if things got too ugly too quick, it would only spell nothing but death for him. “After all, I can’t quite recall you ever bothering to sssspeak with me before, much lessss in person. Surely you can undersssstand any sort of hesitation I may have in this sort of ssssituation, yes?”

velvets eyes snap to the tail ,  to the rattle she wishes was there ,  oh if it was how much fun wouldn’t it be to snap it open and dissect it ,  cut ,  cut ,  stab ,  cut …  but it’s not .  disappointing .  

velvet returns her gaze to the other demon ,  eyes him up and down and takes in all of his body language .  

oh ,  he’s tense .  she thinks that’s funny . 

time to lie through her teeth . 

❛   busy schedules ,  am i right ?  i have been curious though .  i think you’re cool !   ❜

[blitso]

MUSE INTERVIEW !

1. what does your muse smell like? a blend of his body wash, cologne (sometimes, not always), the cotton blend of his coat or shirt depending on what he’s wearing, and. i don’t know how to put it into words to anyone who hasn’t smelled it themselves, but scaled creatures do have their own kind of scent? to their skin. it’s not unpleasant by any means. it’s obscured by everything else, but it’s there.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like? his palms are very calloused; they would have felt dry to most either way, since i do headcanon that his skin is scaly, but since he spent a good chunk of his life at a circus doing things like hard labour and acrobatics, his palms are rough to the touch even for an imp. comparatively, the backs of his hands feel smooth.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day? he starts every day by making himself and loona a nice breakfast! he tries to keep it varied, but some often recurring staples are eggs and bacon, pancakes, yoghurt with fruits, or smoothies.

he usually makes and packs them both a couple sandwiches each for lunch, but sometimes he’ll go out and buy lunch for the both of them if there’s something particular either of them wants.

much like in the morning, he usually cooks both of them dinner in the evening. the variety when it comes to dinner is much greater, but he tends to keep it meaty and filling since he has a hellhound to feed. if it’s been a very long or, well, disastrous day at work and he doesn’t have the time, he’ll get them something ready to go on the way home.

he drinks somewhere around 3 - 5 cups of coffee in a day.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice? not really. maybe in other people’s hallucinations of him, but... no.

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? bad habits? i mean, there’s his constant urge / need to self - sabotage. that’s pretty bad. as for nervous ticks... he has them, but he’s also very good at hiding them.

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear? well, i’m pretty sure anyone reading this knows exactly what he usually looks like / wears, so i’ll talk about when he doesn’t look like that! the only times he doesn’t wear his “professional” look is when he’s at home, which is when he’ll usually wear very casual / comfortable clothes such as sweatpants, long skirts and oversized sweatshirts, or when he’s going out to hang out with someone specific (like with loona, or for a date), in which case he’ll usually dress a little flashier and in a sort of punk-ish style.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much so? how so? once he’s decided that he likes and somewhat trusts you he can be very affectionate! he’ll frequently do things like invade your personal space, lean against you, hug you, casually hold on to you, ruffle your hair, etc.

8. what position does your muse sleep in? he can’t really sleep comfortably on his back because of the shape of his horns. he sleeps on his side (usually favours facing his right), curled up, with his tail pulled in and curled up close to him, and with his hands curled beneath his chin. when sleeping with a partner or just someone else in general he prefers staying in the same position himself, but really likes it when the other person gets close to him or even curls up with or around him. he’ll sometimes wrap his tail around the leg of his partner before going to sleep.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? depends! he does actually speak at a normal volume, but... since his temper or enthusiasm both tend to get the best of him, there’s no real guarantee for how long that will last.

tagged by: @fizzarolli​ mwah mwah tagging: @immediatemurderduo @heartidol @bigveee @26legions @radiograves @velcake @hazbinxdisaster (for stolas hehe) and whoever wants to <3

[concubuck]

👑 can you turn into a giant KNIFE ?? :O gen/

I can with proper incentives.

But I already have dozens of knives in my mouth and on my fingers, so frankly I think turning into one would be a step down.

[pxppinmolly-archived]

“ do you wanna get out of here? ”

More Random Shit

Molly’s current place of position would be sitting on one of the velvet couches in the studio. Legs crossed, hunched over as an elbow rested upon one of her thighs as her chin was placed in her palm.

She was quite bored out of her mind and rather uncomfortable. She didn’t like being here, after all.

Only reason she was was for Angel and Tyco’s sake. They told her she didn’t need to come, but she felt rude to suddenly dip! ... And the fact she had nothing exactly better to do. She REALLY didn’t want to be cooped up in the house or back at the hotel, and Lucifer knows she can’t be trusted to be by herself during one of her down periods.

Her foot twitched, bouncing as her eyes stared out into nothing. Nails tapping against her leg. Slightly tweaking. Her body itched ever so slightly, but she made no move to do anything about it. Maybe being alone with her vices was a better idea than being here.

It felt so oppressive. Suffocating. Nothing but bad energies here, with many things considered. Her tongue rolls over her teeth beneath her lips.

And suddenly she’d be plucked up from her trance. Lashes fluttering as the sound of the overlord pulled her from her thoughts. Doe eyes move to flit over toward her, blinking innocently at her as she processed her question.

Molly couldn’t help but smirk, a brow raising, “was it that obvious?” A tilt of her head, “are you offerin’?”

[junkiebcrn]

❝ Nah, as much as that sounds like a good idea I don't wanna go ta jail. I got a four year old ta take care of. ❞ Sarah Lynn knew being FAMOUS would mean all she'd get was a SLAP ON THE WRIST. But she didn't want Harper to think it was okay to POISON someone. When a PUNCH to the face, broken arm or hitting them where the SUN DON'T SHINE works just fine.

OPEN STARTER:

❝ If another person asks for my panties I'm sprayin' 'em with bear mace. ❞

[helltel]

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@helltel: charlie magne, low activity.

@velcakes: velvet, low activity.

@gothchk: octavia goetia, high activity.