#gamblins

[erobret]

@gamblins

❝ OW OWWWW ! ❞ DOORS FLUNG OPEN with her howl . she blinked , falling quiet as she looked around . what the hells ? where was he ? wings buzzed as she made her way deeper into the hotel . hues landed on a delicious human souled citizen .

❝ hey there kitty cat ! have you seen luci anywhere ? ❞ she'd come to visit pride himself . been a while . she owed him a hearty meal .

[spidersins]

blood rose masquerade ball

a commissioned piece by the incredibly talented @vvo1d1ing of angel & husk ( @gamblins ) attending the masquerade ball held by @cannibalxroses in their matching black and gold attire.

[thecajungator]

The Tarot Overlord meets The Gambling Overlord (closed starter for gamblins)

@gamblins

The crimson sky of Pride was an eternal reminder to Nicodeme that he was bound to Hell. Though with places like the building he was looking at, he supposed he didn't much care. This glamourous casino was enticing to the Overlord, who stood outside shuffling his deck of tarot cards. He tucked them in the pocket of his faded grey pants, adjusting the red bandana around his neck in place of a tie over his cream colored dress shirt. His white fur had silver at the ends of his paws, tail, and the top of his head like hair. He stepped to the front of the line without a word. The security there knew who the Overlord was.

Nico hadn't been in Hell for very long, but he'd risen to the rank of Overlord quickly. It seemed the average person found him and his mysticism enchanting. He'd a whole group of them who worshipped him like a demigod, handing him their souls. He called them his Congregation.

Humming to himself, he stepped to the bar, knowing full well that people in the casino were sure to tell the owner, the Gambling Overlord, that a fellow Overlord was here. Nico ordered a michelada, asking for it to be extra spicy. Drink in hand, he started to explore the casino, knowing full well he was being watched.

[neverburied]

❛   i remember you. ❜ a delighted little smile curves the prince's lips as he leans chin into palm , elbow perched on the bar between them. his head quirks to the side as he eyes @gamblins. ❛   you were one of those cute little overlords , weren't you ? ❜ he's so disconnected from the sinners of hell , but he still knows of the power dynamics at the very least ! they didn't measure up to the goetia in any capacity , but they mingled. ❛   fascinating. &* now you're here ! this does seem so much more fun than dealing in souls &* deals. ❜ &* he means that !

[brokendreamscreation]

"Now it's too late to run." - @gamblins

Gulping, the seraph looked to the familiar feline avian. Lucid is not in his incubus disguise this time, caught in the open. He could make a fly for it, but even then it would be futile. Shakily the angel raises his hands in surrender, the halo above his head ringing high pitched, barely audible to the ear. “I-I know…”

[cherribxmbs]

" look , whiskers , you ' re cute an ' all but , if you ' re gonna ' fuck with angie , i ' m gonna ' need to see some real commitment out of ya , kay ? " lips press into a thin line , arms fold over her chest and her eyebrow arches , activating protective best friend mode .

@gamblins

[lcftcult]

@gamblins || x

"Dawwww, c'mon Husky. You know it's true." Black Star says playfully, sporting a cheeky grin that helped accentuate her cheeks. She pokes both of her cheeks with two fingers each, then hums while leaning over the bar top. "Besides, I-I've seen you two doing couple-y things together so it's clear you guys a-are a thing."

[hazbinned]

{ Plotted starter for @gamblins - Roo Contract Verse }

It was dark inside the hotel— the lobby was entirely shrouded in ghoulish shadows, save for whatever reddish light was seeping in from the nighttime landscape beyond. Charlie was known for keeping most of the lights inside the building on no matter the time, even when it was so late that everyone was sleeping (as was customary for a hotel), but she must have turned them off tonight.

Good, thought Alastor.

Nobody would be able to see him.

He shuffled inside and shut the door as quietly as he could, breathing rough and labored. He'd considered going somewhere more private, like his radio tower or his home off-property... but he couldn't teleport right now. His home was too far away, and he didn't have the energy to climb all the way up to his tower on foot.

The hotel was his only option.

Alastor stood for a moment, back pressed against the door while his shaking hands drifted upwards to roam through his knotted mess of hair. He looked terrible. His clothes were all disheveled, and scattered across them were the gradient stains of blood. His blood. He wanted to slide lower and lower, hit the floor, and disconnect from everything. He wanted to scream.

And yet Alastor lingered still, claws poking at his skull.

She had punished him tonight. He didn't even know why. Sometimes, it felt like the only reason she took so much interest in hurting him was because she found it fun to remind him who was really in charge. She got a thrill out of seeing a figure like the great Radio Demon brought to his knees, no longer formidable and imposing but reduced to... something. Something small. Something weak.

Something afraid.

Her thing. His Overlord.

No one could ever know.

Alastor gathered his wits about himself enough to shift most of his weight onto his microphone and stumble further in. He passed the couch, that terrible CRTV, and the bar, where something was moving about.

Husk.

Husk was still up?!

Alastor nearly screeched, but didn't. He even stopped himself from falling.

He had to act normal. Nothing was amiss. He was jolly, jovial. Fine.

Just how good was Husk's night vision?

"HHHHHHusker, my man!" Alastor wheezed, grin like a choppy sea. Better approach him first to seal the deal! "Doing a late-night dusting-down of the bar, are we?"

He swayed and a little trickle of scarlet slid from his teeth.

"You'll have to excuse my untimely entrance-- the last thing I would want is to startle you! I was just finishing up a few last-minute errands, you see; nothing out of the ordinary..."

[radioaf]

@gamblins - I'm sorry for this stater already.

A thought hum was given as he watched the Cat who passed out on the bar again and an idea popped into his mind as he glanced at the three empty whiskey bottles. Well it wasn’t like he could draw on the cat’s face like he would with another one else who he found asleep in the lobby. 

Time to test how much of a deep sleeper his dear old friend was by seeing home many whiskey bottles he could balance on the other head as he snored away.

Clawed hands work carefully and gently managing to get the first three to balance perfectly. One on the nape of the Husk's neck and another on the top of his head and the last between his shoulder blades. Easy enough but now for the third.

The trick part would be getting one to balance on the other paws since every now and then they would twitch because he had never been one to run from a challenge which was what he was working on as the cat blinked an eye open at him. He gave a large tight lip grin with a playful glint lighting up his eyes.

"Good evening Husker I wouldn't move if I was you not unless you want shattered glass everywhere."

[zestials]

" i needn't remind thee of the peril. " spoken as a warning but void of the threat that often twined with the words. zestial's seated across from his fellow overlord , cards fanned out in a clawed hand. he wouldn't indulge his gambling habits , far too calculating to chance being bested by conditions outside of his control --- so he'd implored him to play a different game. the prize ? loser bought the next round of drinks. when asked for threes , a sharp tug of lips is the only tell he gives in the low light of the hall. zestial had all but cleared the other players with his very presence. lime green eyes rise to lock onto his companion , " go fish , @gamblins . "

[jizzlords]

@houseofasmodeus said: 👀 @gluttonybound said: I wish to see the whole thing @gamblins said: Barking

i am So shy rn oooooo feels like

[impulsivemuses]

@gamblins

While it wasn't too often that she came to Pride, what she did make it up for was the fun people and the fun bars she tended to hop now and then. Guess that's the only thing worthwhile OF coming to Pride. The only reason she even came here is the rumors of this hotel that supposedly redeems people. She had to see it for herself. This hotel is a newer addition to Hell from her understanding. She's seen it herself of the 'good' in mortals, but to see it in IMMORTALS, much less sinners? Now THIS she had to see.

Problem was... Pride is where the big shot is... King of Hell and all. And Mary? Let's just say she breaks a LOT of rules compared to most sinners or Hellborn. Namely, she's the only few Sinners who could ACTUALLY go back to Earth where she resides and 'fuels' herself. She's after all part succubus essentially. Her abilities relied on her immortality by feasting on Men's desires. After she cut her ties to Hell, well... she had to make up for it somewhere.

The bar here seemed to be a good place to start. Mary's demeanor confident and yet, curious. Her black eyes scan the surroundings of this place. Her hands reach into her bra and pull out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. Her eyes narrow at the bartender. Smirk. He's a cute one. Her stride towards the bar was with intention.

"Hm, and they said this place wouldn't have such an adorable person tending to others needs~." Her grin widened. "You have scotch? My favorite go to."

[hellsgreatestperformance]

@gamblins

「🕸️❝ I'm so fuckin' tired, whiskers...I need a double anythin', Sbrigati. ❞ His head rested on the bar's counter for a moment. His hues lift to peer at the other. Husk is always a good listener. He probably knows everyone's shit anyway. He's like the keeper of secrets. ❝ It's late an' I'm clearly the only one here ta drink. How's 'bout yuh an' I scurry off inta my room~ I got a lil' somethin' I wanna show ya. ❞ Despite the sexual undertone in his words, he actually had something important he wanted to get Husk's opinion on. 」

[hellsgreatestshow]

There was this sense of contentment as he wandered the halls of the hotel. He could help the pride he felt for his daughter. She had grown so much. He could see her in every detail of- A low squawk came from the king as he was snapped out of his pleasant day dream. He could see that radio demon's taste all over the walls! He was so tacky.

He stormed down to the lobby ready to give him a piece of his mind or a good ass kicking! He wasn't entirely sure.

He paced around for a moment before finally taking a seat at the bar. He slumped over dropping his forehead face first onto the counter with a thud.

After a moment he rolled his head to the side to looked up at the cat. "Got any apple juice?"

@gamblins

[brokendreamscreation]

@gamblins liked for a Lil Lucid Verse starter!)

Where do baby angels come from? Do they even exist? Are they supposed to exist at all? Likely questions that have never once crossed the feline avian Sinner’s mind. Or hardly any Sinner’s minds for that matter. And yet lo and behold, here one sits beneath the poker table near the bar of the hotel. The cherub reaches at Husker, little hands finding a fist full of tail feathers to pull on. Lil Lucid chirps, large bright blue eyes shining as he giggles, the single set of white-golden downy wings giving a flutter.

[usagoos]

alright lets start this ! i want to have more intreactions i have finally made a small little intrest thingy ! ! for vassago and my husk blog ! lets have fun and write !!!!! very excited to start !!!

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