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"Perfectly understandable honestly. Figured the cake message was a good way to tell you rather than you walking in and seeing something you'd rather not see."

"Ohkayy, I'm going to pre-tend I didn't hear that last part.... but uh. Yeah. Thanks for telling me. And for the cake."

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Honestly i'm surprised that your reaction isn't more WTF, but enjoy the cake your dad let slip your favorite flavor.

"I mean, it's a little weird, but it's not like I control who my dad dates.... not that I'm saying anything about you of course! I just mean... you, you know what I mean, right?"

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*Charlie is given a cake that in frosting says* :Hi i'm dating your dad, hope ya don't mind.:

She starts to read the cake out loud, but stops halfway through.

"Oh... ohhh-kay... okay then. Uh... congratulations? Wait, that sounds rude, I mean--" What is she supposed to say when she just learned someone is dating her dad? Don't ask her, she's wondering the same thing.

"Uh, uhhh, thanks for the cake?"

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// *pats Charlie muse* one day she’ll be awake again

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// would love to interact with some Lucifer's on this blog

(I also want to try and explore Charlie as a muse more just in general, so also more interactions just in general... while keeping in mind that she's still a less major muse for me and activity on this blog is slower and more sporadic)

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Adam had hurt himself trying to break apart a boulder that was in the garden. He was trying to till the lifeless dirt (since nobody in the hotel was doing actual work in his eyes) and he ended up with a serious wound to his arm.

No tears, no crying, nothing. Just red blood dripping as he stared at it, his eyes empty, his face too thin. Everything that had made him great had died with him.

"......Haven't bled this much red since Earth."

Charlie had come outside to check on Adam. He barely spent time inside lately, it seemed, and while she insisted on the daily exercises, she did not otherwise try to tell him how to spend his time. But she did go looking for him at least a few times a day.

"Oh my gosh! Let me get the first aid kit! Uhh... uh, right!" She'd run back to the hotel to go grab one. Dad tended to store one with his magic... she should really start doing that. You never know when an injury may happen!

And within a very short amount of time (she ran really quickly), she was back with it.

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Well, that makes a bit more sense at least...

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"You'll just have to come up with something more clever." She'll go back to brainstorming, doodling another stick figure on her notes.

"I know that's you, Lucius." They live in Hell, this wouldn't be the first time someone tried this exact move to scare her.

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"I know that's you, Lucius." They live in Hell, this wouldn't be the first time someone tried this exact move to scare her.

"Hehehe..."

He then reaches out and snatches hold of Charlie's ankle, fully intending to scare her.

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// I've had time to think, and time to calm down.

I'll likely be back (assuming I don't fandom hop while away), I have been actively missing this blog. But I'm going to force myself to take at least 3 months away. (Meaning I'll be back by the end of July at the earliest.)

I started this blog in February of 2024, and had been on here almost nonstop since then, including through some very rough mental health patches starting in October 2024. Trying to write through those was... very taxing. Trying to write a whole other person is very difficult when you're struggling with your own mind.

I think it's best for both my health and my writing that I take a bigger break. Gonna switch back over to consuming content for a while, find fresh inspiration. Very often I can't RP casually, I'm either all in to the point of neglecting other areas of my life, or I'm barely there.

I'll understand if threads get dropped in my absence.

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[Smol Charlie, discovering what seems to be a dandelion

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"Mama, I found a pretty flower!"

That was the voice of young Charlie running over, carrying the stem of said flower in her hand as she approached closer. She seems excited, that is, until she comes to a stop and realizes that the flower is not as it was a few moments ago.

Wide eyes would regard the now empty stem with a definite disappointment, a quiet "oh" leaving her as she tries to comprehend. It had been nice and fluffy and delightful before! What happened?

"I think it blowed up..." The child's gaze would turn to her mother, as if asking.

Amid meetings that demanded to feast upon minutes of her daily activities as they devoured every bite, drip, squeeze and dip of her attention, the Queen of Hell had to make do with the inevitable as she attempted to shoot two birds with one stone. Surely the mouths belonging to the most diabolical negotiators within the parliament could resume to run regardless of how she decided to spend her time. The child she often had attached at her hip should bare no distraction... she was the princess of Hell, after all. This could be seen as training if you strained your brain enough to accept her hands free approach to it. If Charlie wanted to blow spit bubbles, then her voracious conversation partners shouldn't mind their Queen's split attention... disrespect her hand raised in brief time out, and you might find yourself ordered to work the mines for a week monitored by her.

The depths of her pettiness ran hog wild. It was best to not challenge it.

This must've been the umpteenth time her child interrupted their conversation. One may have thought that letting her loose in the garden would garner them a moment of respite. Perhaps enough to drive the final nail in securing a good enough deal with a royal... as if! Lilith's attention was once again demanded elsewhere, her hand lifting back up in the air to hold that thought. If it wasn't clear before, then it should be crystal that her priorities aligned elsewhere.

Her eyes lit up with the same fascination she'd been giving her child's mundane activities, height lowering from her statuesque posture as she bent her upper body to take a better look at the stem. A sly smirk erupted on her visage. She knew what this was about.

"Look behind you," she pointed at the air behind her with her chin at the floating trail of plumes.

"See that white trail in the air? It will set on the soil soon, and when it does - those little white plumes will bury themselves in the ground and spring into a family of hundreds of new dandelions, all thanks to your dedicated attention to one flower. Isn't that wonderful? It took so little, yet your impact has benefited both the flower, and the garden."

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"Hey. Some of us made some fresh cookies, if you want any." She's holding a plate of them, offering it over. "These are all yours."

There were many times Charlie felt rather ill equipped to handle certain aspects of this project. Or at times the entire thing. Even more the case with... whatever was going on with Adam. Getting him to participate with the others seemed impossible (not that she'd ever force it, in any case) and while she tried to work with him, it felt like nothing stuck. Her dad had had some talks with Adam too, and she had figured that even if the two had a rocky history, that maybe they had enough common ground for... something? But that didn't seem to actually help either.

But she did at least make an effort to try and talk to Adam and not leave him feeling as though she was forgetting about him or giving up on him. Even if, maybe, that's all she knows to do.

Adam is staring at his guitar. It was a gorgeous instrument given to him on the one-year anniversary of him being forcibly enrolled into the hotel.

But the instrument was covered in spider webs and dust. He hadn't touched his guitar in months but refused to let anyone near it. Niffty had wanted to dust it and he flew into a homicidal rage that even made the perpetually giddy murder maiden quake in fear.

That was how Adam spent his time. In the garden, or staring at something he used to love.

Now....all ge felt was nothing. Yet he couldn't let go of the guitar.

It was all he had left to remind him of home...

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"Anybody harms you I'll roast em on a spit "

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"Maybeee no roasting people on a spit? I kiiiind of think Dad has that part covered anyway..."

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Ask my muse questions about their family. Parents, siblings, grandparents, children, grandchildren, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, cousins, members of a found family ...

Don't hold back!

(Remember to specify for multimuse blogs.)

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Send 🌡 For your muse to find out mine is sick

Or send 🌡+ for mine to find out yours is!

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"Yeah, it was after that battle. Everyone pitched in to rebuild what was destroyed." There's hints (perhaps more than hints) of both excitement and nervousness in Charlie's overall mannerisms. Wanting to show her mother everything she had worked on, and yet a sort of apprehension as well.

"I think that's when I felt like they really believed in me."

The fact of the hotel's remaking was something precious to her. A testament to the faith the others had in her. She didn't want to let them down. Didn't want to let her mother down either.

"It's stronger than before." The wallpaper seemed to light up beneath Lilith's finger tips as she pinched at the corner of the room, thumbing up its spine with an inspecting eye. "Love is deep in the foundation of this place. You built it with your own hands, didn't you? With help, of course. I can feel it."

She waited for a moment before canting her head to her daughter, giving her a soft smile. "There's a lot of intention for protection here, honeybat."

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"I was going to call it the Happy Hotel. Because the goal, isn't it? Well I mean sort of! Redemption would at least involve being happy! I mean..." She gestures vaguely with her hands.

"So wait... Dad did stuff before? He never mentioned that..." But then there's a lot of stuff their father just doesn't talk about. "That doesn't quite... I mean. Dad is dad. But I thought he didn't particularly... like the Sinners? Or I mean most of them?"

Cain hums at Charlie's words. She really had a plan. "I know what you mean, sis." He says, hugging her around the shoulders before stepping back. "I'm sure we can get Dad to help make it look nicer and more in shape." He tells her. "He tried this plan before but maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help." He looks over her expression. "We should go visit the site first, though. Do you have a name for it?"

He was always happy to help his little half-sister. He'd always wanted a sister, even back before, when Eve was still alive.