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ＥＶＥＮ     ＩＮ      ＨＥＬＬ ,  nobody  was  immune.  Ever  since  they  had  come  crashing  through  the  ROOF,  the  blood  only  continued  to  flow  by  their  hand  until  they  UNDERSTOOD.  Any  demon  who  had  looked  upon  the  weeping  figure’s  face,  powerful  or  inconsequential,  had  been  torn  to  VISCERA.  Things  hurt  it  :  But  nothing  could  KILL  IT.  And  so  they  kept  walking,  the  sound  of  sobbing  being  heard  was  the  only  thing  in  the  area.  The  only  sign  of  others  that  were  there  were  the  bodies  of  those  who  LOOKED  UPON  HIM.  Not  reacting  to  the  new  presence,  not  yet.  They  had  seen  him,  but  not  his  FACE.  

The phrase   ‘ COLD-BLOODED ’   wreaked of chaos and rot.             Hell had shivered in their cowardice & fell weak to their knees   ;   but not solely for the Radio Demon.             Some shrunk into shadowy corners, tucking away in their dread for another ghastly threat on the streets.             The sinful denizens were familiar with the Radio Demon’s gore, but this new horror was foreign to their minds, succumbing to the fears of the unknown, fueled by their imagination & left stricken by what unholy path it stepped   ;   proving FEAR was fiendish & infectious.             The terror sprouted and slithered into the recesses of their mind, the hands of paranoia snatching unwilling, vulnerable victims.

It had a hellish nature, but it was unlike any demon he’d known.             It had held a more likely resemblance to a creature who acted by the violence of their deeds.             Which begged truth in the citizens’ fears, where perhaps the origin of the monster in question had emerged from some uncharted territory of hell which housed beasts beyond any being’s comprehension.             Any sane soul would neglect the urge to pass across the borders of an unknown section & enter a boundary they were brave enough to challenge.             With intent to satisfy a curiosity, they would soon discover there was a price upon entering   ;   for most it was their soul, trapped or erased from existence, never to return.             Perhaps the beast grew curious as well & stepped into ‘safe’ territory, but he couldn’t be certain  ---  these were only theories he considered.

PRIDE humored his character to an undeniable impulse, crying out to be satisfied.             If his intended goal was to rule hell one day, shouldn’t he be aware of all creatures which dwell in its depths?             Most certainly so   ;   which is why he followed the beast throughout the city, bold in his own capacity, but as no fool & cautious nonetheless.

There seemed no obvious motive, yet.             A true amusement to what made the frightfully gruesome brute TICK with carnage in its wake.             Could it be controlled?             Negotiated with?             Hmm, doubtful seeing as their welcome was subjected to a trail of bodies.             And the weeping was....intriguing.             The sorrowful tune didn’t go unnoticed.             Its crying was an occurrence to be questioned & alluding to what one may think as regret or guilt, which led him to think it was struck by some spellish trance which forced it into an impenetrable will to kill.             Mysterious on all accounts, yet fascinating in its own right.

He pushed the boundary, standing within a close enough distance to admire detail   ;   or lack thereof, seeing as pale and slim were the two, & perhaps only, notable qualities upon a glance.             From the corner of his eye, he peered at his shadow, not fully an extension of himself, but as a separate entity to bargain with.             The two were a complicated duo, to state the very least. 

A silent order was given to the blackened replica & in the shadow’s amusement, it chuckled with giddy mischief, popping up in separate pools of shadows cast by street lamps in the prime of night.             It assessed the situation & then decided to manifest away from the comfort of shadows, flying in rapid circles at the feet of the foreign creature, poking at the other’s feet & laughing all the while.             It wanted the monster’s attention, like a spoiled child, begging to be noticed. 

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A quick turn of her head, doe eyes blinking rapidly at the other as her fanged grin is wide and sincere. Attention immediately caught! Full body turning to face the other as he began to flick his wrist, performing a rather easy seeming act of magic.

However, to Molly it was sure a spectacle.

Her eyes light in amazement, sparkling as she leaned forward to observe the creature he conjured upon sharpened claws. Her smile widens, positively delighted at the crow upon his hand. “Ooooh~! What a cutie! He’s posa’tively precious~!” Molly coos, her eyes remaining on the bird in question before they flit to meet carmines. “I’d love ta’ hold tha’ lil’ darlin’~!” Molly ecstatically replied, eagerly holding out a dainty hand, almost bouncing in place in her rush of energy.

Paled cheeks lift higher than they already were in his wicked smile, pleased with her burst of enthusiasm.             Now that’s the kind of energy he likes to see!             A chipper chuckle & amused grin lifted the corners of his lips,             “ 𝐄𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐰𝐞 ? ”              Clearly spoken as a rhetorical question. 

He accommodated her interests & flicked his claw, encouraging the bird to fly into her hand with its blackened wings fluttering in obedience of its master & landing excellently into her open palm.             There was a nonchalant lift to his shoulders,             “ 𝐇𝐞’𝐬   𝐧𝐨   𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 ,   𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐚𝐧   𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲   𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐨𝐧𝐞.     𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 ,   𝐦𝐲   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. ”             That said, a swift gesture summoned his microphone  ---  blink of the eye & you would’ve missed it.             End positioned to hover above the ground, the mic hit against the floor with a  TAP , causing the bird to break into a series of chirps, as an abnormal pairing of vocals & looks which were not naturally complementary to its biology.             A crow chirping like wren ?             Madness.             But, it was a mixture concocted to appease an audience.

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@faunest​​       ✘       starter

Twirling his mic with gusto,  he pointed the blunt end to give a quick tap at the other’s chest,             “ 𝐌𝐲   𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ,   𝐈’𝐯𝐞   𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐚   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞   𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐈   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐦𝐲   𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. ”             It was an exceedingly self-indulgent remark,  etched with the tool of his own pride.             Claws waggled before curling the slim painted knives around his staff,  further in thought,             “ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐜𝐚𝐧   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐚𝐧   𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞   𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦   𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡   𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭....𝐚𝐬   𝐚   𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝   𝐢𝐧   𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ”             An admirable quality among the best of showmen & telling to the fact of how well they enticed & captured their viewership. 

Shadows appeared in his muse & curled at the edges of natural-cast darkness,  hung like paintings against the walls with beady-eyed luminescence,  watching & waiting on the verge of a pounce.             The inky figures trembled with the temptation to indulge if given the order to move,  until the shadows suddenly retreated & he sprang up with the energy to escape his trance with gleaming eyes wide as saucers.             A static crackle accompanied a smile sharp enough to cut through wood,             “ 𝐁𝐮𝐭   𝐈   𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 ,   𝐈’𝐦   𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐫𝐞𝐝. ”

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@chasingrainbcws​ said:  bake off, with charlie !

meme - challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off.

                     How  bold  of the princess.         Did she know who she was up against ?      ——    most certainly so ;  and that  THRILLED  him evermore.         A welcomed dare in a battle of culinary skill, a personal attribute he prided himself in with unwavering confidence.         Brow raised in intrigue and possibly a smidgen of smugness teasing the corners of his razor smile ,       “   I accept your offer darling.   ”       While his palette was better attuned to the tang and flavor of savor, rather than sugary treats, didn’t mean he was at a disadvantage.         Oh no, no.         This was the southern radio host infamous for his culinary TASTE and talents.        It took a discipline  perfected  with practice.         Liver, muscle, hearts of whomever tickled his appetite.         But what’s a hobby without a little risks ?         Let’s make this more interesting.         He added in good sportsmanship,       “   But If I win,   ”       a quick moment to tap a claw atop his bottom lip as if in thought ,       “   hmm....I get to run the hotel myself for a day.   ”       Digits curled.

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❣️                             VALENTINES   INTERACTIONS !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) !

[ be my valentine ]  to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine.

[ ring in a box ]  to propose to my muse.

[ box of chocolates ]  to give my muse a box of chocolates.

[ romantic song ]  to serenade my muse with a romantic song.

[ flowers ]  to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers.

[ smooches ]  to kiss my muse on the lips.

[ cheek kiss ]  to kiss my muse on the cheek.

[ lingerie ]  to gift my muse sexy lingerie.

[ dinner ]  to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner.

[ breakfast ]  to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed.   

[ confession ]  to confess romantic feelings to my muse.

[ love letter ]  to give my muse a love letter.

[ chefs kiss ]  to cook my muse their favourite meal.

[ oversized teddy ]  to gift my muse a giant teddy bear.

[ cheesy ]  to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( bonus if you include the line ).   

[ chocolate strawberries ]  to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries.

[ rom com ]  to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse.

[ jealousy ]  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.

[ bake off ]  to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off.

[ slow dance ]  to slow dance with my muse.

[ bubble bath ]  to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse.

[ rose petals ]  to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.

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                                      HORRORS, COMEDY, AND DELIGHT !                   hazbin hotel multimuse .  penned by vik.

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so does anyone know where I can commission an artist to draw rp icons for a character?

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@pxppinmolly​   ✘    starter

“   My    dear   ,   would    you    like    to    see    something ?   ”     His words held no indication of offering a choice.        A locked agreement he intended to seal with a lively grin.        His wrist twirled seamlessly and smoothly in its experience.       Tricks were a simple magic     ----      nothing compared to the shows he could snap to life.      POOF !      A mink creature appeared on the malice of his claw.        A crow ,   lined with a delicately subtle stitching referencing the    voodoo magics    used to conjure it.        Pupils lingered on the bird  ,   until gliding over to observe the spider demon's reaction ,   almost as if he was seeking out praise from an audience who always offered a resounding applause.        He leaned forward ,      “   This     is     one     of     my     oldest     friends .   ”       Its eye blinked with a silent plea for attention .     “   Would     you     like     to     hold     this     little     fellow ?   ”

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I was initially going to make a hazbin multimuse blog, but I had felt like giving alastor his own blog and so here we are. And so sideblogs for my other hazbin muses are the result because if alastor can have his own hecking blog so can my other muses. I still don’t have all of them done, but I finally finished the two I wanted to, so I could group them together in a promo. yay!

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@hellishvocals​ answered your ask: "There's only one problem with this picture. Your...

       “  Hahaha   ,   nonsense .      She’d     be     insulted     to     even     GLANCE     at     a     pitiful     moving     picture     box     like     you .  ”

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@appledaddytm​    ✘    starter

There     was     a     slight     wobble     in     his     step .        He     moved     with     purpose     nonetheless .          Perhaps     he     had     a     little     too     much     to     drink   ,    but     it     was     much     too     late     to     turn     back     now .          He     was     already     𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃     in     a     warm     buzz   ,    but     even     in     his     drunkenness   ,    he     still     somehow     managed     to     uphold     his     dignity   ,        “     I     have     a     proposal .     ”

His     claws     lifted   ,    flexing     each     digit     with     a     pizzazz     in     his     haunting     charm   ,          “     A     temporary     partnership     between     us .     ”          An     alliance     he     craved     to     explore .     Lids     narrowed     in     thought   ,    daydreaming     of     mischief     and     sweet     𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄     with     a     fond     smile .          A     spark     of     static .     He     practically     hummed     out     the     words   ,        “     Imagine     the     enticing     chaos     we     could     bring     in     all     its     entertainment .     ”          His     head     bobbed     side     to     side     in     his     ticklish     laughter   ,    rolling     over     the     words     in     his     head .          “     We’d     make     a     delectable     melody   ,    you     and     I .     ” 

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@neoagdistis    ✘    starter

“    I’d     like     to     commend     you     for     a     terrific     show .     ”            The     praise     much     deserved   ,   but     of     course   ,   nothing     could     compare     his     own     radio     broadcasts.        Agonizing     screams     were     wicked     music     to     his     ears    ,     dancing     with     his     own     disturbed     fantasy .        He     had     reveled     in     such     glistening     gore     in     all     its     glory .        “     Truly     a     delight     for     the     senses .     ”          Heels     rocked     back     and     forth ,     straightening     with     an     enthusiasm     before     waving     his     palms     in     an     arched     fashion ,     as     if     in     compliment   ,     “     Especially     with     such     vigor     and     creativity .     ”          He     simply     couldn’t     get     enough   ,    starving     for     more .     He     bent     slightly   ,    arm     lifted     to     his     side     as     the     other     delicately     held     his     microphone   ,         “     My     dear     fellow   ,    I     have     a     request     for     you     to     consider .     Have     you     ever       preformed      a     1930s     themed     picture     show ?     ”

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@hellbeloved​    ✘    starter

A     buzz    of     static     radiated     off     him     in     waves .         His     power     awoke     from     its     slumber  ,   desiring     the     claim     of     another     victim     in     its     𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 .          He     intended     to     satisfy     its     need     as     much     as     his     addiction     to     beloved     agony     warmed     his     monstrous     soul .           An     inky     contagion     of     tendrils     enveloped     a     guest     of     the     hotel   ,   one     of     which     he     felt     the     urge     to     torment   ,   constricting     them     in     a     tight     bind .          A     heartless     squeeze     went     a     long     way     to     elicit     a     cry     of     pain .     Likely     enough     pressure     to     contort     the     figure’s     slimy     innards .            A      macabre     detail .

He     would     have     proceeded    in     his     morbid     bliss   ,   but     he     ceased     his     scheme     and     turned     his     gaze’s     focus     on     Hell’s     heir .            Caught     in     his     escapade .            Good .            𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘     orbs     flicked     over     her   ,     a     brow     and     smirk     heightened     with     amusement ,   until     his     features     rested     into     his     signature     grin     as     if     he     weren’t     doing     anything     she’d     disapprove     of .            The     anticipation     of     her     reaction     was     elating .            He     wondered     if     she’d     try     scolding     him .            That’d     be     humorous     to     see     her     face     scrunch     up     in     her     lecture .           Perhaps     anger     if     he     were     lucky      -----      and     if     she     were     bold     enough .            If     not   ,   he’d     have     to     press     further     next     time .

Body     language     attentive     to     the     torture     victim     before     him   ,   he     spun     to     face     her     properly     and     a     clenched     fist     relaxed     to     ease     the     inky     tendrils’     grasp     around     the     victim   ,   allowing     them     to     scurry     away     for     now .         He     brushed     nonexistent     dust     off     the     sleeves     of     his     suit   ,       “    These   sinners    need    to    be   punished     my     dear .     ”        An     excuse .        “     How     else     are     they     suppose     to      learn     to     cleanse     the     error     of     their     ways     and     look     forward     to     the     haloed     embrace     of     redemption ?     ”     Both     arms     had     outstretched     in     enthusiastic         emphasis   ,    as     if     stating     gloriously     at     the     obvious   ,        “     Isn’t     it     the     point     of     this     hotel ?     ”          Of     course     he     held     no     𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     in     the     possibility     of     redemption .        Fate     could     not     be     changed          -----          he     was     sure     of     it .          He     was     simply     testing     the     waters     of     their     partnership .        Proclaiming     his     authority     and     seeing     what     he     could     get     away     with .        Why     else     choose     to     stay     in     the     hotel     to     commit     his     torture ?          He     wanted     to     be     caught     in     his     passion     of     violence .        “     I’m     doing     them     a     favor .     ”     His     spine     straightened     with     a     prideful     jolt   ,   moving     to     confront     her     more     personally . 

He     bent     down   ,    hands     placed     behind     his     back     in     a     show     of     elegance  ,   before     reaching     out     to     teasingly       boop       her       nose  ,        “     But     go     on     sweetheart  ,   how     would     you     guide     these     sinners’     helpless     souls     to     heaven’s     gates ?     ” 

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@helianthus-house​    ✘    cont.

He’d    grown    board    and    desired    a    new    hobby    to    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐘     his    needs    for    the    time    being ,    so    he’d    taken    it    upon    himself    to    seek    out    a    means    to    keep    himself    occupied .       And    it    seemed    his    search    wouldn’t    take    long .       How    delightfully    convenient .

A    ruffling    of     papers    caught    his    interest    and    he    drew    forth    to    find    he    had    stumbled    upon    the    solution    to    his    problem .       Neck    craning ,    his    head    tilted    in    his    observations    and    expression    rose    in    his    mischievous    𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 .       Yes ,   she    should    do    nicely .       A    good    of    candidate    ( target )    as    any ,    he    supposed .

There    it    was      ——      shock    and    confusion .       Oh    how    he    enjoyed    the    emotion    shading    his    play    things’    faces .       Frightening    her    would    do    him    no    good .    Heavens    no ,    he’d    use    scare    tactics    on    her    as    a    last    resort .       A    gentle    nudge    of    manipulation    was    in    store .       Get    on    her    good    side .       “     Pardon    my    intrusion ,    but    I    couldn’t    help    myself .    Why ,   you    looked    completely    buried    in    your    work    that    I    couldn’t    find    it    in    myself    to    bother    you ,    so    I    thought    I’d    wait    for    you    to    finish .     ”        Eyes    darted    around    the    room ,    dressed    in    a    simple    smile ,       “     What    a    lovely    place    you    have    here .     ”

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@pibrequirem​  said :    “ change isn’t easy. ”           

“    It    takes    a    special    kind    of    soul    to    embrace    the    altering    reality .    ”      he    wiggled    his    pointed    knives    of    claws    in    light    dramatics .        The    air    parted    for    him    to    tap    at    it   ,    fearfully    familiar    with    his    𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     power .       His    arm    struck    out ,    as    if    motioning    to    something    which    would    prove    his    point .       The    thought    counted .      While     his     meager     motion     didn’t     point     out     anything     to     view       with     judgmental     eyes     ,     he     was     referencing     to     the     glum     souls     rotting     the     gritty     streets     with     their     sluggish     depression .          How     delicious     a     sight     to     behold .         “     Look     at     all     the     fresh     sinners     roaming     the     unforgiving     streets     of     hell .     They’re     stuck     wandering     in     a     lost     stupor     as     they     struggle     to     adjust     to     their     eternal     punishment .     ”          If     the     world     were     in     fact     a     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄    ,     those     helpless     sinners     must     be     terrible     at     improv .          They     were     deader     than     the     dead     ——     Laughable !           No     one     to     turn     to .        No     one     to     provide     them     with     assistance .          What     ever     would     they     do ?           Vulnerable     little     things .         So     easy     to     crush     and     snap .          Lips     stiff     from     a     grin     upturned     further     than     they     originally     were     fixed   ,     flashing     his     canines     ,     as     if    ready     to     feast    ,       “    Without     them     ,     I     wouldn’t     have     as     much     fun     as     I     do .    ”