#✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶)

[monmuses]

It was one thing she didn't exactly account for when it came to the idea of the hotel; who wouldn't want to be out of Hell and in a better place? The concept seemed perfect! Flawless, even! In a place like this where sinners were miserable with no kind of regulation to keep them happy or content with their new lives here, they needed some alternative, right?

Even if showing the positive perks and trying to get them to see the upsides of the good they could get out of this, she got nothing. It didn't seem like anyone wanted to be better or find something more enjoyable to look forward to besides what they had in Hell. It was... disappointing, honestly.

"...that is a good point," she spoke, hand against her arm in a quiet motion. The happiness in her expression died down for a moment, acceptance settling in her thoughts. "It has been kind of... well, more disappointing, I guess! Not that I'd say that's bad, but... I guess it would be something to expect with trying to run a big business as Lucifer's daughter, wouldn't it?"

Carlos nodded like he understood. He didn't actually understand how many demons felt, but he could guess that a lot of them didn't even want to be better than they were. Or perhaps...

"Maybe some folks just don't know how to be better," Carlos said. "Or don't think they can be."

Take him for instance. There wasn't a day that went by where he wished he didn't die so untimely and had given himself more time to move on from his sin. Maybe if he'd led the rest of his life in servitude to other people he'd have gotten a pass.

Or maybe once you killed, that was an automatic ticket to Hell no matter how long it passed.

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@nurturing-starlight​ plotted starter with a Very Angry Butters

     Butters was not one to lose his temper so easily when he kept things under control. There was only a number of times where he lost his cool and snapped under pressure, but he knew when and where to be when things slipped under his fingertips. To everyone in town, he was one of the nicest kids out there. He had to thank his parents for that one.

     But at the same time, he was not one to anger. If anything, he could become an uncontrollable source of chaos.

     “YOU THINK YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DESERVE TO SEE HER?!” He shrieked from down the road, electricity flowing through him. “NO! YOU’LL NEVER SEE HER! YOU WON’T EVER SEE HER AGAIN! I WILL NEVER LET YOU HURT HER ANOTHER TIME!!”

     This was one of those rare times he truly let his anger take action. His powers as Professor Chaos were at full swing, his outfit changing by force from the lightning that bolted through the sky. A strange funnel swirled above his head in the dark clouds, hinting to that of a very angry storm coming its way. The storm was Butters, now allowing his mischevious alias of Professor Chaos come to fruition.

     At his feet was a familiar face; Nimue’s ex-boyfriend. For one final time, he came around to see her, and it was the one time that Butters was incredibly charged, emotionally speaking. On the whim, he let himself go, fists tightening around a large, sharp-ended hammer.

     “YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE! NOT WHEN PROFESSOR CHAOS IS ON THE SCENE! YOU DARE TO BELIEVE YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO SEE HER AGAIN?! IN MY PRESENCE?!!”

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@oroanillado​ - a plotted starter with Death / El Lobo

     Sly Cooper. A mischevious raccoon of great royalty known for breaking ladies’ hearts with little to no remorse. It had been quite some time since he had been afflicted with that curse because of his actions. Every act had a consequence, after all, and he was one to know that very well. Though, it seemed like some mortals did not know just how punishing karma was.

     Tonight was a dreadful night, showering with thunder and rain. The lily in which he was given to mark his time. If he did not warm his heart and show that emotion, he would forever be a beast. And the poor monster was on his last petal...

     ...tonight, he was due for a visit. He was treading near Death.

     Upon approaching his bedroom door, that death-strung whistle was heard from the halls, opening his bedroom door with both sickles resting in his belt. It was dark... and it reeked of death. He was nearing that end, barely standing on his last petal. Red eyes peeked at the jar that held that lily, seeing it stand after so long. It was on its last breath, crumbling on itself. He had some time left, and it was enough for a visit.

     “...quite a predicament to visit you in such a time of need, your Highness,” he purred with an ear flick.

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@hxzelwallflower continued from here

"A-Are y'sure? You don't look too good, miss! C'mon, can you stand?" He was noticing the bruising and where the handkerchief was. Glancing around, he took his bag and pulled out some extra bandaids, handing them to here.

"Least I could do is get'cha to somebody who can wrap that up!" He said, pointing at the bruising blindly. "You're gonna be okay, though?"

[monmuses]

She loved the absolute spoiling of touch to wake up to in the morning. In a way, it eases out the tensions in her body as her sleeping position changed each night. It depended on how she was feeling, but having to manage an entire twenty-foot long tail that did its own thing at night was one whole problem itself to manage when she slept. It brought on back issues and knots in her wrists having to move herself from side to side.

With Derren at her side to bring his hands along her hips and to loosen up her tight abdomen, it was the perfect solution in helping her wake up in the morning. The way he brought his palms to press into her hips and along her stomach reminded her of many, many wonderful memories with learning she was a mother for the first time - the comfort, the warmth, the way she was held with carrying her young. In a way, all of this was a reminder of those times. To be home, caring for herself.

But God, was he way he held her and made her own gut twist with excitement in how he rubbed her down was such a major turn-on.

"Mmm ... I couldn't ask for you to make it even that way, but ... I wouldn't mind," she hummed, tucking her nose into his neck. Gently, her eyes opened, looking up at him, " ... but now that I think about it, what did you have in mind? With all of this touch, I have to say ... I might do something more than just a small favor."

Her hand was still cupped around his cheek, finger gracing down his jawline, " ... and I'll do anything for you baby."

IN THE MIDDLE of easing himself up from the bed, Derren felt Tanith loop her arm gently around his. Calm surprise crossed his face, bidding him to look back at her... but it faded just as quickly. She only wanted him to stay, bless her.

With a low, deep sigh painting his relief, he felt his smile grow. His hazel hues almost seemed to glow with warmth, resonating with the heat of her body... and the low embers of desire stirring in them. The fact that they were mutually somewhat bare let him feel it firsthand, which did well to feed his eagerness.

Sure— they had a few hours on their hands. It was a free day, indeed. All the more to be spent stoking these dormant flames.

"...alright, then," he conceded, in a whisper. "That's fine enough by me." Beginning to lay himself back down, he brought himself closer to Tanith's laid-back self, also taking the time to let his body loose. He stretched a bit, his light exertion leading into a long, easy exhale.

He landed back on the bed. Again, the cushion of the mattress held him, this time on his side, as his face got closer to hers... enough to hear the calm pace of her breaths, and how her fingers lingered longingly between his cheek and his neck.

Bringing his hands back down and over her, he continued to glide them about the naga's curvy belly. A noise between a chuckle and a sigh swirled through his enthused smirk, as he reacquainted himself with her voluptuousness. The quiet joy of it was enough to make him embrace her this time, gathering bigger handfuls of her stomach, her hips. As both rose and fell with her breathing, so too did the pace of his hands, rubbing and gently groping the whole while.

Indeed, Derren was also familiar enough with the charms of nagas, thanks to Tanith herself. When it came to curviness, Tanith, undeniably, never lacked. He could tell she liked the energy they both shared in bed, too... and as he felt his own breaths deepen, he could feel that that mutual vigor was soon to return.

In growing symphony with her gentle whines, he too groaned aloud, before loosing a yearning sigh into the crook of her neck. "The whole morning to ourselves, right...? Maybe... m-maybe you want something from me, too... to make things even. It's... mm— only fair."

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@hxzelwallflower​ continued from here

     Polnareff was a man who witnessed Death Itself reveal its fangs before him. He had gone across the entire country of Egypt to save his friend’s mother, proving to be a viable friend and ally to those he befriended. However, seeing someone strange in his eyes was nothing to the dangers he had seen. Upon witnessing her wings unfold behind her, he did not frown or grimace.

     In fact, he found it quite beautiful. A figure of beauty in front of him unveiling her true feathers.

     “Are you kidding? Mon ami, you look gorgeous! The light of a gorgeous sunset!” He smiled with a soft chuckle. “Tu es très élégante. Such wings are a rarity to see! What makes you believe such features are vicious?”

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@bambino-muses​ continued from here

     “Mornin’, kiddo.” In came Bigby with a mug of coffee for Emmett, setting it down on his nightstand with some takeout food in the other. He had taken Emmett in to clean him up, smelling the blood that trailed around his wrists and the torn photos in his hands. Something had happened to him, and thankfully, the Big Bad Wolf managed to take him home when things had went downhill.

     He took a seat in front of Emmett, resting a hand on his shoulder. “No... No, I haven’t spoken to her yet,” he said. “But I found you like this. I don’t want to press you about it, but I found that torn up photo you had when you were blacked out. Something happened, didn’t it?”

     His voice was oddly calming, not cross or upset. Not like how he handled his cases as a Sheriff. However, Emmett was a priority. He had time before having to talk to Snow affter this.

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@serpentine-rogue​ continued from here

     “I give you my ‘laugh of sarcasm’ due to the reason of you pushing yourself too hard. Again,” he spoke harshly. “Trouble is not a problem for us. However, you must learn to stop pushing yourself so harshly. Lady Tamayo has spoken of it time and time again! What has forced you not to?!”

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She nodded with a wide smile. "Of course! Truly, I do! I think everyone here has something special to them! Well, I know not everyone can see eye to eye with what I believe, but I think there's a little something that people have about themselves that are... special! Unique! Like your name, it's... very pretty! Like a name you'd give to something for a star system in the sky!"

There were many reasons, but she always found it as something beautiful. Names were a wonderful thing, weren't they? Her excitement with sharing that joy with Black Star had to simmer down for a moment, fanning herself from her big smile. "Ooh! You know, I ask because... well, if we are to get any more residents at the Hotel, I'll need to set up meal times! I know a couple things with cooking and baking, but I might need some help! Making desserts though sounds really, really good. Do you have a particular favorite of cookie or brownie recipe you do?"

"Y-You think so?" Stammers the bewildered sinner with a look of surprise. Everyone else called her name weird, freaky, etc. But Charlie had complimented it! Gosh, it flattered the short-statured sinner. A small blush painting her fuzzy cheeks in a matter of seconds. New friend to? Goodness! Was the princess trying to flatter her?! Because if so, Charlie was succeeding in her mission.

"Oh! W-Well I.. ah.. I mainly make m-meals and breakfast. Like uh.. d-different pastas, ch-chicken, salads, eh-eggs, ah.." a grey hand rose up to gently scratch at the side of her head. Goodness, Black Star's nerves were growing despite Charlie's friendliness! "But I.. I really like m-making desserts like.. c-cookies and-and brownies, aha.."

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@flameandindifference​ continued from here

     El Lobo was not the parenting type. He didn’t have kids of his own, but he had some skill when it came to handling children. He had many young souls to guide across to the other side, so taking care of Lucifer’s Son was no different. However, in the past, there were multiple occasions that he was proven to be incredibly stubborn; much more stubborn than the old wolf himself.

     And it was upsetting enough that many souls were taken when they were not planned to.

     “I will let you off the hook this one time if you promise to behave,” he grumbled, gently ruffling his fur. “And I will reward you with something enticing if all ends well. Can you keep that promise for me, cabrito?”

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@hxzelwallflower​ continued from here

     Despite being Death Himself, he had many attributes about him that painted him to be a natural wolf. Though, granted, this was a form he took often, and some little bits of body language slipped with what he’s learned over the hundreds of years he’s been around. Fables and fairytales were common around here. They were all over the place, and he was aware of who’s story was who’s.

     But to have someone curious about him in this sense was odd. It was rare, but odd. Gently, his own tail was brushing against his seat, ears adjusting side to side at the sound of her voice. His eyes gazed over to her, grumbling in thought.

     “I don’t really have a picky taste...” He hummed, taking another sip, “...but I also have little interest with mortal tastes in drinks, señorita. How much does my choice in drink speak many words to you?”

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@redgentleengie​ continued from here bc u reactivated my goddamn werewolf brainrot, u bastard

     That night was all it took to break her heart. Why would God curse her with such a horrible feeling in her chest? Her one chance to have a perfect relationship; to have true love with someone that she could keep for what she thought could be an eternity. With the kind, supportive words her roommates had managed to give to her, there was one idea that she was given.

     Not all hope was lost. She could change his mind. Even if he was a werewolf like how he had shown himself to be, Angel knew the kind of person that he was. She couldn’t just... give up all hope like this. She loved him! And surely, he loved her too! He couldn’t be afraid of what he was, and she too accepted that she would be an immortal for years to come.

     For once, she took hold of her heartbreak and took the moment to see him again. If she knew how werewolf curses had went, it went by in three days. It was still a full moon, which meant she had a moment to try and return to convince him that he can stay.

     In the form of a dove, she quickly made a trip to his place. She had time to get to him, even if it meant her risking harm to confront him that they could stay, but--

     “Jonathan?! Are you there still?!!” Her hand quickly knocked at the front door, making a rather bold (and stupid) move on the last day of the full moon to see him again. “Please, I... I am not going to leave you! Not for anything! I don’t care if a curse puts us apart, I want to stay with you! Even if my God defies my wish, I will prove otherwise!!”

[monmuses]

That, he could agree on. The morning was absolutely wonderful, and in Morioh? The breeze came in on time in the early mornings, and he loved feeling that chill with the sun rising. It was oddly nostalgic and comforting in some way, which he couldn't really explain if anyone were to ask. Aside from that, the smell of nature itself was more overwhelming, and Josuke loved catching wind of it on his runs.

"I hear they make some pretty damn good pancakes and fresh juice," he said. "They got all the bagels, donuts, all that good stuff. I've been dying to try their cinnamon pancakes ... that's kind of on the brain right now."

He was finishing on his arm stretches before perking up at his question. "Eh, not my best. I usually go ... ten minutes? That's my average for a mile. I take my time on my runs, so I hope you don't mind if I find something interesting. Morioh's got a whole history around here, and it always catches my attention."

“Definitely, nothing better when you can still feel the morning chill against your back and the dew underneath your feet,” He was accustomed to getting up early and perhaps to someone else he did sound strange and way too detailed but these were just the sort of things he’d grown accustomed to - the chill air against your back, a light jacket covering him and the morning dew of the grass lightly soaking his shoes - the sun was barely up and that was how he liked it.

“I definitely hope it does! I feel like if we wake up early enough too, we’ll be okay - I mean once the sun is completely out, it’ll be miserable,” He jokes, clutching a hand to his knee. Smiling at Josuke’s offer, he nods his head as he takes his stance to ready. “Man that sounds amazing! As for how far we’ll go, it’s tough to say - I’d like to at least go for an hour, hour and a half maybe,” He adds, thoughtfully. “But I guess that all depends on how much my leg wants to cooperate today. What’s your average time?”

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@dearea​ continued from here

     How long had it been since he last was able to see her again? Work under the Young Master made days to see her much more difficult than it should be. However, his holiday was coming up soon, so there was a possibility for a break for most of the servants. For Sebastian, however, he had little reason to look forward for holiday. All of that changed with Carmen in his immortal life, looking forward to see her when he wished to.

     “A couple days is far too long. With my Master’s work being my priority, yours comes second,” he spoke gently, bringing a hand to grace her cheek softly. He didn’t make much of a fuss or comment with her adjusting his tie and hands on his chest. All in all, it made him smile, wrapping his free arm around her waist.

     “To the fairest, I suppose, I could tell you. The Young Master’s planned holiday is coming up quite soon. Perhaps there is a chance we can spend our hours properly this time... without much interruption, hm?”

     There was a slight hint of excitement to his voice, but very rarely did he look forward to something for himself. It was enticing to have Carmen in his grasp now, bringing his lips to place a soft kiss on her cheek, embracing that lavender smell she had to her, “...I would love to spend another hour with you again, my dear.”

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@blackstardiopside​ continued from here

     “Oh? What is it that you brought me?”

     Adjusting to rest on her arms, she glanced down at the gifts Star had brought to her. Strange... she had been given offerings and gifts before in the past. Perhaps this was something different. Seeing how small the boxes were, she gradually allowed herself to size down tremendously, retaining the size of a six-foot woman. Holding the boxes, she pulled open the lid of the first one, holding the book in one hand and the photo from the other box.

     How... thoughtful. A picture of them together, hand in hand (literally). She couldn’t help but admire it, stars sparkling in Blue’s eyes before she was pulled into a hug by Star, slowly returning the hug and holding them tightly in her grasp.

     “...it is just enough. Thank you, my Star,” she smiled. “You are a delight. I thank you for your gifts, dear. I... appreciate them very much.”

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@smileduponyou​ continued from here

     “...I honestly thought it wasn’t gonna be cold today,” he admitted with a chuckle, attempting to rub his arms for warmth. It was a little chilly today, unexpectedly. A grumble was heard before he felt Gregory’s hands producing the same warmth for him.

     “Thanks... I didn’t think it’d be cold today,” he sighed, leaning into his touch. “I take it you don’t have an extra coat, do you?”