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Even more incorrect quotes || Accepting !

@radiodemon77 sent: ✏️ [ for Al and Vaggie ]

Vaggie: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this. Alastor: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

Vaggie: Can I ask a dumb question? Alastor: Better than anyone I know.

Alastor: Vaggie, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it? Vaggie: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

Alastor: How’s practice going? Vaggie: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there. Alastor: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes. Vaggie: …you shouldn’t be condoning this. Alastor: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

Vaggie: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi?? Alastor: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

Alastor: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Vaggie: Is that a picture of you? Alastor: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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After her embarrassing first meeting with Asmodeus, Vaggie had vowed to herself that she would have made a great first impression on any other relative of Charlie who might have showed up at their door. It wasn't certain that they would be getting other visitors, but from what the King of Lust had told her, it was very likely.

With Lucifer officially back in the game, his family was eager to reconnect with him, after who knows how long. And, since the Morningstar was spending most of his days at the Hotel, the former Exorcist expected to be running into the Sins there.

Still, that didn't mean that she wouldn't have preferred getting a warning before being faced with one of them. Unfortunately for her, it was obviously too much to ask.

The silver lining was that, this time around, she was at least given a few seconds to realise whom she was dealing with before the Queen of Gluttony landed right next to her. So, she cursed just in the privacy of her mind and not in her guest's face.

Shit.

"Uh...Hello...Beelzebub, isn't? ...Ma'am." Lord, someone should strike her dead now. "I wasn't...We weren't expecting anyone today."

Gumdrop?

"I'm Vaggie!" She awkwardly thrust her hand forward, while wondering if she should have bowed instead. "I'm...Charlie's partner."

@countlessrealities gets Vaggie and Bee cause I can

"Well, isn't this place sweet," came Queen Bee from the top of the stairs. Admiring the very Lucifer inspired details of the hotel.` To anyone around, it would have seemed like she had appeared out of nowhere, but that wasn't quite the case. After all, she did have a habit of flying in places without so much as a warning.

"And aren't you a cutie," she purred as she landed beside Vaggie and casually circled her once. Giving her a quick once over. "You wouldn't happen to be one of my little gumdrop's new friends, would you?"

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Alastor's grin doesn't fade, of course, but the way his eyelids fall down half away and his teeth grit more tightly together shows how unimpressed he is with Adam's comeback. And, maybe, a little annoyed too, but he won't give the other the satisfaction to acknowledge that.

"I'm tempted to believe that you twisting my words around is to be blamed on your unsettling lack of smarts," he deadpans, drumming his claws over the dirty surface of the serving counter. "But Vaggie enjoys your company, so you can't be that dull. So, I'll assume that you're doing it on purpose."

Which also means that he won't bother to correct him again, or reply to any part of it.

"I kindly ask you," even if there's nothing kind in the way his shadow smirks and mimics crushing something that suspiciously looks like a bird, "to refrain from doing it ever again."

With that, the Radio demon melts in the shadows, only to reappear on the other wise of the counter, humming a tune under his breath as he starts rummaging around the abandoned supplies. The ingredients are far from meeting his standards, quality wise, but they'll have to do.

"So we'll be soon meeting a little lady? Then I truly cannot make breakfast out of her. It would be a real crime!"

He laughs at his own words, collecting all he needs before pushing up his sleeves a little. His gloves come off next, getting neatly stashed in his inner pocket. Had they been in a more private setting, he would have taken off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, but this will have to do.

"So!" He shows Adam a form of bread, cut in two perfectly identical halves. "Any preference on the filling?"

Eugh. Adam can't help the brief look of disgust that flashes across his face with Alastor's particular choice in words. The word 'lover' conjures up a lot more than the word 'boyfriend' does. Please never speak to him again.

"So you think spending time with your lover," disgusting, but Adam doesn't miss a beat in continuing with the correction, "is more of a waste of time than hanging out with me of all people? Especially when he talks so much more properly than I do? I'm gonna tell him you said that the next time I see him."

It will be mentioned to Vaggie, the next time they talk, that Alastor blatantly decided to sidestep the 'boyfriend' accusation and go right for 'lover'. It could just as easily be that stupid, old-timey way he speaks, but either way, if he has to sit there with that awful image in his head, then he's not going to be sitting there alone.

For a split second, Adam was almost hopeful that Alastor's shift was a shift to depart. Which isn't an incorrect assumption, but he'd gotten it dreadfully backwards. A shift to make everyone else depart.

In the next split second, keeping up appearances doesn't seem to matter as much. If the nauseating sound of tearing flesh and screams don't cause Adam to tense up, then the frightened stampede does the trick. He tightens his wings around his form and wraps both arms around himself with a slight, protective hunch—Jesus Christ.

"... I was actually here for lunch," he mutters in disgust.

It hadn't just been a convenient excuse to play off the hand faithfully on his stomach. There's an irate sigh that follows that thought before Adam finally decides to have a seat—there's not exactly a line to wait in anymore. It takes a bit of careful wing-shifting before he decides to cautiously sit down. Something tells him this conversation won't end until he participates in it.

"No, I don't actually know its gender yet. But my hunch says girl. You happy now? Are we done here?"

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🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

Unprompted positivity || Always accepting !

Thanks a lot, Civic! I'm really flattered to be on your list for this ask, it means a lot >.< And ofc, right back at you, I really enjoy your girls and our interactions :D Marsha especially, but I'm looking forward to interact with Marceline and Sara too !!

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Send me ‡ for my character's reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine || Selectively Accepting !

@imprvdente sent: ‡ Fish @ Rick ✨

It isn't often that Rick makes it to his own bed. Even the few times when he has managed to drag his drunk ass back to his room, he usually ends up passing out on the floor. Not that it bothers him much. He's used to spending most of his nights in the garage anyway, whether on the ground or half sprawled over his workbench.

At least his bedroom has a carpet, which is an improvement compared to cold, hard concrete.

Under different circumstances, by that hour of the night, he would have been so out that he wouldn't have noticed someone kicking him in the face, but the mere fact that he has managed to walk to the other side of the house is hard evidence that he isn't too drunk. At least for his personal standards.

So, perhaps he doesn't hear the creaking of the springs of the old cot, nor he truly consciously acknowledges the mattress dipping, but he isn't deep enough into unconsciousness to ignore the warm weight that suddenly drapes itself over his back.

"W-What the fuck..." The scientist protests, his words almost completely muffled by the pillow his face is shoved into.

His mind takes a few seconds to figure out what's happening. Or rather who. The form lying half on top of him is obviously human, and he's pretty sure that it isn't Morty. They are too long and, especially, they have breasts.

Besides, it isn't like the little shit has the habit of sneaking into his room. Not without a good reason at least.

That last detail also rules out Jerry, thank fuck. He will not deal with another of the idiot's sleepwalking adventures. He has been very clear on that the last (and first) time it happened.

Rick debates for a little while whether moving to find out his unexpected bed mate's identity is worth the effort or not. Curiosity and annoyance wrestle with tiredness and laziness, and eventually he decides for a compromise.

With a grunt, he turns his head just enough to be able to catch a glance of the woman, the glow of the device he has left on his nightstand allowing him to spot an essential detail.

Blue hair. Fish.

"...A-Are you fuckin' shitting me," he huffs out, incredulous, but he is already shifting to give her a little more space on the narrow coat.

His arm wraps around her waist, pulling her as close as physically possible. She's warm, both soft and firm at the same time, and he hasn't bothered to grab a blanket before letting himself fall on the mattress.

He knows that she will never let him hear the end of this, but that's a problem for the morning. For now, all he cares about is reaching the oblivion he was seeking before the interruption. And if he gets to be cozier than he had initially been? That's one good damn added bonus.

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Little poll because I've been considering this, but I also don't wanna bother people by doing something that would annoy them >.>

Not strictly necessary, but...It would be useful if you told me your preference, either in the comments or in IMs, so I know what I should do when it comes to you specifically.

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                                          I   W I L L   let you down                                            I   W I L L   make you hurt

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 💋 { To Evil Rick from My Weird Rick ! }

There were many things Rick didn't understand of the shows his partner had him sitting through whenever he didn't feel like watching them on his own. Almost everything relating to relationships, romantic ones especially, puzzled him, because he could never relate to the dynamics. No matter how much researching he did, no matter how deeply he dissected them. They never fully made sense.

And, as a consequence, copying the motions felt unpleasantly unnatural to him.

Yet, that hadn't stopped him from trying over and over. The moment he had understood how much his alternate enjoyed that nonsense, he had directed a decent amount of time and effort in providing the other with at least some of it. At times, forcing himself wasn't easy because of how tedious or foolish it all was in his eyes, but he had quickly come up with a way to make it all less obnoxious for him: he had started to put his own spin in the scenarios, adding the sort of flavour he could enjoy despite the absurdity of the situation.

Of course, seeing that his partner enjoyed his adaptation had spurred him on getting creative with them.

Lately, he had noticed one particular recurring scene in many of the movies his alternate so assiduously consumed. Yet another thing that made no sense to Rick, but that seemed worth the trouble...if done how he was picturing it. Besides, there was a new prototype of nano-explosive he wanted to test.

It was the perfect chance to catch two birds with one stone.

The plan was easily set in motion while his partner was occupied in another room of the bunker, busy enough for Rick to be sure that he wouldn't come out before he was done.

The text subject he had procused for that particular occasion was appropriate for what he had in mind: an alien belonging to a species whose members were mostly made of fluids and gelatinous tissues.

Strapping it on the ceiling after having paralysed it so that it wouldn't make a sound was easy. Calculating the right amount of explosive to inject inside it, instead, was a little trickier and Rick checked his calculations thrice before proceeding. The smallest mistake could have ruined the whole set-up.

When his alternate joined him, just as he knew the other would have, everything was ready. Rick had come to stand underneath his chosen guinea pig and, once his partner was within arm's reach, he didn't hesitate a split second to grab him by the front of his jacket and yank him forward.

His other hand hit the button of the small remote control he was holding and the moment thick blood and cold pieces of organic matter started to rain down on them, he pulled the other into a kiss.

The gesture was as sloppy as the mess the exploding creature had made, with all too much biting and too little kissing, the taste of his alternate's blood mixing with the alien fluids on his tongue. His grip on the other's clothes was too tight, forcing them too stiffly close for them to achieve the right angle, but that didn't stop him from holding them there until the last drop had fallen.

By the end of it, they were both soaked from head to toes in blood and gore, which was the result Rick had been aiming to achieve. After all, the characters in the movies always got soggy wet during those scenes, so he had assumed that this was how it was supposed to go.

"K-Kiss in the rain," he announced taking a step back, in a flat tone that certainly didn't convey the right sort of sentiment. "C-Carry on."

And with that, he turned on his heels and headed back to the workbench were a bunch of unfinished toxins were waiting for him. One task achieved, onto the next.

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Little poll because I've been considering this, but I also don't wanna bother people by doing something that would annoy them >.>

Not strictly necessary, but...It would be useful if you told me your preference, either in the comments or in IMs, so I know what I should do when it comes to you specifically.

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                   We can talk here on the floor                     On the phone, if you prefer …

                   I’ll be here until you’re okay

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This is my headcanon for what happened while Rosie was talking to Charlie

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@questionablemuses sent: "Alright, what's wrong this time?" ( Husk for Vaggie! )

Vaggie let out a disgruntled noise at the question. She should have gone and gotten a drink outside the Hotel. Husk was always too perceptive when he shouldn't have been, she had been around him for long enough to know that.

Yet, for some dumb reason, she had still chosen to listen to how exhausted she was, throw caution to the wind and ask him for a really stiff drink.

"Let me guess, I'd be wasting my breath if I told you to mind your own business, wouldn't I?" She grumbled in a displeased tone, shooting the cat demon a half-hearted glare. "Is this some kind of bartender rule? Part of your code or whatnot? 'Don't serve drinks to people without forcing them to vomit their problems all over you'? Daaaamn, you guys must be big masochists."

The sarcasm in her tone was cutting, but the tiredness in her voice ruined the hostile spin she had been trying to put in her words.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she dropped her face in the palms of her hands. She could have just stood up and walked away, but she really wanted that drink.

"Alright, fine. Since you can't mind your own business...It's Charlie. I mean, she is not the problem in herself, just...The whole bomb about my past has left a lot of undealt with stuff and now that we're no longer risking to die by, well...It's all coming back to bite me in the ass."

Just as she deserved. She was well aware that she had no real excuse for having kept such a big secret from her girlfriend, but the truth was that she had been terrified to lose her over it. Ironic, since it might just happen anyway.

"And yeah, I know that I should sit her down and talk about it, but...I'm not sure of what to say. Where to start from." She threw her hands in the air. "Not to mention that the couple of times I found the guts to try, Al got in the way and stole my chance."

The Radio demon had the worst timing. Or, rather, that was what she had thought at first, but now she was starting to suspect that there was more going on there.

"That creepy fucker is up to something...aside from his usual shit. I know he is."

If only she could figure out what before it was too late.

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Send a ‘👄 + name’ and my muse will talk about that character || Accepting !

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais sent: 👄 + Dr. Chandra (for C-137 Rick)

Rick rolls his eyes a little at the question. Damn, of all the people they could have asked about, they really had to pick that guy. In all fairness, he doesn't think that Chandra is that bad, but they have some irritating differences of opinion he can't let go.

To hell with whoever might try to argue that the real problem is how petty Rick himself is. They can say whatever they want, the only opinion that matters to him is his own in any case.

"T-The guy is fuckin' annoying. T-The first time we bumped into each other, h-he spent the whole trip whining an-and judging what I do and think," Rick starts, making a show of rolling his eyes. "I-I mean, shit, am I supposed t-to believe that one has travelled around the multiverse an-and never get into the kind of messes I did?"

There's to be said that, quite often, he goes to look for said trouble, but that's not important now. He's trying to make a point there.

"S-So, either he's the luckiest fucker around or-or he's too pussy to do some real exploring. An-And I don't give a damn i-if he disagrees on what I-I label as that."

There's a pause as Rick takes a couple of swings from his flask.

"...I-I'll give him that he knows his shit," he adds after a moment, with a touch of reluctance in his voice. "H-He's not as smart as me, b-but duh, no one is, but...eh, h-he has enough smarts to manage. An-And I guess he's useful."

High praise coming from the self-declared smartest man in the multiverse.

"B-Besides, I'm curious to see this Sanctuary of his. D-Don't tell him I said that, b-but it sounds kinda cool. An-And that android he mentioned? S-Seems like my kind of guy, s-so I gotta pay them a visit."

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So, Vaggie, any thoughts on future eggs in your life?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

"Yeeeeah, no. Don't drag me in that shit. I'm pretending that all of it isn't happening, so fuck off."

This is Hell, but damn, people really have nothing better than to do aside from being cringe on main?

"Go bother Al about it," and get slaughtered, "if you have to. Hard pass from me."

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Your boyfriend.

Alastor cocks an eyebrow on one side, a confused expression touching his face. Adam must be referring Vox, considering the context of his words, but he still takes a moment to decide whether he should feign ignorance or bother to correct that assumption.

Eventually, he picks the latter option, just to force the other to continue a conversation he's obviously done with.

"Vox is not my lover. I don't understand where people are getting this ludicrous idea from," he ends up saying, managing to sound offended. "And I don't see why I should waste our time with that sort of activity. The walking picture box happens to know how to talk properly, unlike my present company."

His grin takes a pleased you, as if he had been mentally patting his back, even if it's hard to guess why. Is it his comeback? Is it how unsettled Adam looks just because they are standing next to each other? Perhaps the fact that he knows what the other is hiding under his clothes? Or something else entirely?

"I see. Could the problem be the lack of privacy? I can respect that," he concedes, completely disregarding what has been said about Vaggie. The former angel doesn't need to be told that he liked "that bitch".

However, instead of dropping the subject, he turns towards the crowd of demons surrounding them. His scleras turn back, radio dials replacing his irises, as shadows erupts out of his back. Three tentacles grab the unfortunate guy who happens to be the closest to them, and rip him apart under everyone's horrified stares.

"O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅF̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅḨ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕."

The rest of the presents, including the employees, don't need to be told twice. In the blink of an eye they are rushing for the exits, most of them screaming and trying to get out as quickly as possible, even if it means walking over someone else.

With a satisfied hum, Alastor shifts back into his usual form, waiting for the last patron to have left, before turning towards Adam once more.

"So? Do you know the sex of that little snack yet?"

"I guess you could do that. Why don't you also ask her what your boyfriend's up to while you're at it? I hear she's been keepin' up with him, too. Maybe you guys can hang out and peruse the fuckin' dictionary together, asshat."

His disinterest in this discussion should be more than apparent, the expression worn plainly on his mask as he stares ahead at the menu board. He's struggling to focus on what he wants to order, drastically unsettled by the vibes suddenly surrounding them, but at least he can try to look unbothered.

Though, his disinterest turns into blatant disgust with the accusation, lip curling up in a slight sneer as he turns his stomach away from Alastor's attention. The urge to tighten his wing-cocoon around the egg is unhappily suppressed; the shifting underneath his robe isn't going to help his case.

"I'm touching my stomach, so that automatically has to mean something? Bro, I'm fat and I'm hungry, what the fuck do you want from me?" It does mean something, but he doesn't appreciate how easily Alastor picks up on that. "She doesn't wanna be your fuckin' apprentice, either. Nobody liked that bitch, including her."

This conversation is already becoming too tiresome for him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, man." Especially not in front of this entire establishment. "Unless you're congratulating me on the upgrade to my digs, there's nothing to say here."

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 💋 { to Rick from Verosika }

If there was something Rick had learnt very quickly from his steamy rendezvouses with Verosika, it was that the succubus had little patience to tolerate him whenever he started to ramble. She made an exception for when he was talking dirty to her or complimenting her, but even in those cases there was a line she didn't allow him to cross.

The scientist liked to think that she didn't truly hate his talking, but that it was all part of the dance they had started with each other. He could be charming and he knew it, so he refused to believe that she was completely immune to it.

However, at the end of the day, it didn't matter that much. His ego could easily take the blow when he was silenced in all the right ways and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he might have been pushing the ranting from time to time, just to get her to occupy his mouth with something else.

He dared anyone to get upset when a sexy demoness silenced you either by sitting on your face, stuffing your had between her legs, pushing her strap-on down your throat or aggressively sticking her tongue between your tonsils. You had to be a goddamn idiot not to see the perks in that.

If asked, he would have said that he couldn't have picked which of her reactions was his favourite, but in truth he secretly had a preference. He liked it best when Verosika shut him up by kissing him.

It wasn't because he had feelings for her or any of that crap. The thing they had ongoing was good, so no fucking way he would have ruined it with something as lame as an infatuation. Been there, done that, lesson learnt.

What captivated him was the intimacy that came with the act. The heat, the sensuality, the teasing. The way their hands touched and groped while devoured each other's mouths. How they teased and fed their shared arousal crumble by crumble, getting hot and bothered and needier with every stroke of tongue.

He was equally crazy for how she melted underneath him or dominated him with nothing but her lips, depending on the mood, depending on what kind of release they were seeking.

On this particular night? He wanted her to ravish him, feed on him, take him, until his mind was filled with nothing but daze and bliss.

"F-Fuck, baby," he moaned in a hoarse voice once Verosika finally released his mouth, leaving him breathless and turned out beyond words. "S-Shit, look at me, if this what you turned me into j-just with that tongue of yours..."

His voice trailed off as he grabbed her ass, pushing the lower halves of their bodies together to let her feel just how much she had affected him.

"C-Can't wait for you to fuck the sanity an-and everything else out of me.~"