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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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Off to the kitchen they went, and Alastor took to putting on a little music from his microphone as they went, something to nod his head to, to fill the room. A little sway to his movements, altogether happy with the circumstances. A nice drink and something to eat, with someone who so clearly feared him. What could be better?

He laughed a little at her response, even as he opened the fridge door, pulling out a few little containers. One of them was undoubtedly his, while the other was one of the hotel's free access ones of cold cuts. Ham, if he remembered right, black forest. Tasty stuff.

He held each as an offer to her.

❛ Mine is fresher, ❜ he said evasively. ❛ I got it myself yesterday, and it's cured very nicely. ❜ Sinner meat, of course. Some sort of bird variant.

❛ But if you want the hotel's cuts, of course, I'll understand. ❜

There were many whispers and loud vocals about Alastor throughout the Pride Ring. A feared Overlord that could make sinners disappear in the blink of an eye. Something to do with his radio, maybe? But Black Star couldn't remember 100 percent. Still, the thought of being Alastor's enemy terrified her.

Black Star's ears were partially lowered and her tail was tucking itself around her waist, which was a sigh of the sinner being fearful. When Alastor welcomed her proposal, Black Star's ears shot back up and she looked surprise. "Oh! Th-Th-That's great!" Although there was a sense of dread that he'd be accompanying her. Would the Radio Demon try to pull something? It was hard to not let her fear get the better of her.

Cold cuts did sound delicious in the moment. Then again, Black Star had a bit of a gluttonous side to her character. As the two continued to converse while making way to the hotel kitchen, Black Star said "if you ah.. d-don't mind sharing I.. I'd love a couple slices." What did Alastor have though? Ham? Turkey? Either one sounded lovely and was making the feline begin to salivate.

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The more that Vox responds, though, the wider Alastor's smile gets, the more satisfied that he is. It doesn't matter so much if it isn't exactly what he imagined, no, but he is still engaging, in spite of ( most likely ) knowing that it is, in general, a bad idea. Idle fingers twirl his cane easily, listening in amusement as Vox does, as predicted, go on and on.

He might be Hell's entertainment, but that was while Alastor was away. Now, Vox would continue his efforts, but it would be to Alastor's tune, he vowed. And he would make the television sinner dance, if he could, and it seemed like that would be surprisingly easy. If he had his face plastered everywhere, it just meant it would be all the easier to turn the tune of public opinion with enough cover pieces. And the more he spoke the man's name, the more attention would turn to him, on top of it, and that was a delight in and of itself. To be a little worm in the back of Vox's mind — that was his greatest desire.

And he seems to have succeeded!

❛ Oh, were you watching this whole time? I had no idea! ❜ A little laugh, the kind where he covers his mouth to be polite. ❛ I think I've done quite a bang - up job, if you ask me! My power was visible for everyone to see, I held up pretty well for what I was doing, and we won. Besides, sitting pretty while you do all the work for me, suits me well! ❜

Plenty of people were talking about him, after all of it. Perfection. He can hardly ask for more.

❛ While you work yours and yourself into the ground, I get to reap the benefits without lifting much of a finger! How about that! ❜

Vox almost wishes he was less of a prisoner to the restrictions he placed on his own wildest impulses, because if left unchecked he'd probably take a go at Alastor regardless---nevermind that he hadn't escaped remotely unscathed the last time they'd had a real fight. 

But the stabilizers and restrictions are there for a reason. Vox's public image post-Alastor has been partly predicated on the image of control and self-perfection. Every little slip in that mask is another reason for vulnerable customers to turn their eyes away from him; he'd already fucked things up badly enough when he'd first caught wind of Alastor's sudden and unannounced return to Hell's limelight. Alastor won't get to ruin him more than he already has.

"Oh, fuck you! You've seen exactly what I'm ca-a-apable of." The smile that lights up his screen becomes forced as Vox fights off the rising agitation once again. What Alastor wants most is the satisfaction of getting to Vox. "What do you call having my face plastered all over the entire entertainment district? I've got thou-ou-ousands of souls working day in and day out to put out shit with my name slapped on it. I am Hell's entertainment."

Not that it brings him any satisfaction to brag about it to the one person who couldn't give less of a shit. The only thing Vox has ever wanted that's evaded his reach is Alastor.

"That enough bragging for you? I could keep going! I mean, seriously, what have you done since you've been back? Sit around in some dingy little hotel and play concierge for Lucifer's daughter? Get your a-a-a-a-ass kicked trying to prove you're ho-o-ot shit?"

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Alastor nodded in some understanding, tapping a claw or two on his staff. This information was neither new nor surprising, given his time and experience in Hell thus far, but Dove was a more ... sensitive creature than he was himself. His ability to comfort was subjective, and his hand remained on her shoulder, maybe as an anchor for her, but equally as much as a way to be in control of some of the situation.

Tears were uncomfortable for him. He couldn't, in good conscience, remember a time in which he had cried, not really. It was a weakness, for anyone to display, and that was dangerous. His emotions needed to be kept in check at all times, but it did leave him in an awkward position when those around him broke down. Did they truly feel safe enough around him to do so, or was whatever their plight was too much to handle that it didn't matter?

❛ Come, come, dear, no need to cry! ❜ He loved the sound, of course, but it would be a little too obvious to tell her to continue her little sob show. ❛ It's hardly your fault! I can only presume they are no longer with us, but you did what you had to do. I can assure you that anyone else would have done the same; it was you, or them. And you do have a place, it's right here, isn't it? We have welcomed you here with open arms, and that is all you need remember. Anyone else's opinion of you matters less than nothing! ❜

Her hands shook as she dried her eyes, grateful for the item he gave her. Taking a slow, shaky breath, she managed to somewhat compose herself, "Y-yes....I know many with...angelic features...aren't looked upon with favor...but with disgust and fear...."

Dove sipped the water slowly, her breath still somewhat ragged, "It's ironic, really, and sad at the same time...."

Her golden gaze lowered into her lamp, a somber look decorating her appearance, "My father, an arch angel, casted me down here because he saw as me as some abomination....and down here, sinners and demons alike see me as a monster...."

Her eyes began to pool with tears once again, the salty liquid plopping onto her lap as her voice wavered, "Seems I don't have a place anywhere...."

She hated to crumple before the radio demon, but at that moment, she didn't care.

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carrd ( rules && muse ) memes && prompts. nsfw content warning (18+ only). promo by @/theophcgy

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@ofhell whispered a line !! unprompted ( always accepting! ) ❝ — so yeah, anyway, if I don't get a kiss from you right now, I might actually die. ❞ (lucifer you cheeky dramatic little shit!!!) <3

Oh, the temptation to deny the king his request was so very high. He held the power of it on his very tongue, and Lucifer was so sweet, he would never really press him on it if he declined. He was kind that way, even if he was soulless.

But, as much as the idea amuses him, he would be more interested in encouraging such dramatic, nonsensical behavior. One arm wraps around him, tugging the shorter in close, leaning down to press a heavy kiss to his lips - to bite at one of them, almost hard enough to draw that delicious golden ichor he held.

❛ Satisfied? ❜

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@ofhell whispered a line !! enemies to…. friends? allies??  ( accepting! ) “Yeah, you’re funny. You’re also still a pain in my ass.”

❛ So you think I'm funny? What news! ❜ His grin was wide on his face, taunting and self - satisfied more than anything else. Proud. Happy. Don't tell anyone that part. Or, actually, feel free to. He never minded the attention, after all! Positive, negative, it hardly mattered. He had started off on the negative foot with the King, and while things had slowly worked their way more neutral, Alastor would never turn down a change to wriggle his way under the angel's skin.

It was just so much fun.

❛ What else do you think of me? Please tell in great detail. I'm sure my broadcast would love to hear it later. I suppose I can admit you're not as annoying as you were in the start, if that helps incentivize you! ❜

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Her response should have been rather expected. She was a beating, bleeding heart of a person, really. But maybe it was just that, maybe it was that strange promise of safety, or desire to provide it that really threw him off? Maybe it was the blatant way she flaunted her feelings, maybe it was the way she seemed to think him weak.

Did she think he was weak? That he needed her help? How funny!

His mind wouldn't quiet down. His heart raced like something chased him. Was he angry? Usually that was it.

❛ Charlie. You don't need to concern your pretty little head about me! I work in deals, you know that, it's just the way I do business. My contracted favor from you will come up whenever it does, but for now, there is nothing I need from you! ❜ He turned away from her, trying to figure out his own mind for a moment. His head hurt. Ugh.

❛ I know you mean what you say, and it is very good of you. I trust you as far as your words will get you, which admittedly is much further than I once expected! You will always do your best, whether you succeed or not. And that, my dear, is what I like to see. ❜

Better. He turned back to face her, smiling more naturally, having smoothed himself down. Relax. Stay calm.

❛ What's brought this on? Surely you aren't that concerned about little old me! ❜

𝕮  › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧   𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔  𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈.  the  fight  with  heaven  had  been  ...  hard  ⅋  while  they  might  have  won  the  battle  who  knows  when  the  war  might  arrive  at  their  doorstep.  it's  never  been  more  important  that  𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊  in  the  hotel  trusts  each  other.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤif  lucifer  hadn't  come  to  her  aid  she  would  be  dead  ...   but  that  wasn't  the  issue.  she  wouldn't  ask  that  he  spill  his  blood  in  her  name  ( that  was  never  the  deal )  but  he'd  just  𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅.  normally  his  silver  tongue  was  enough  to  quell  her  doubts,  but  as  his  hand  rests  upon  her  shoulder,  the  princess's  lips  twist  into  a  wobbly  line.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  Alastor.  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  says,  voice  teetering  between  plead  ⅋  demand.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  If  that  were  true,  why  ask  for  a  contracted  favor  at  all?  If  --  if  you  need  me,  if  you're  ever  in  trouble  I  want  you  to  know  you  can  tell  me  --  it  doesn't  have  to  be  -  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  shrugs  his  hand  away,ㅤㅤ❛❛  --  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘.  I  care  about  you.  I  want  you  to  be  safe.  ❜❜ㅤㅤ

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@ofhell whispered a line !! i'm not sure i can trust you ( accepting! ) ❝ this isn't going to end well. ❞

❛ I think you are forgetting something, Lucifer. ❜

The band of sinners trying to break into the hotel was hardly more than a nuisance. While the other inhabitants were more worried, and even the king himself, he knew well why. Charlie wanted nothing terrible to happen here. But Charlie simply could not always get what she wanted.

❛ I am here. This will be simple. ❜

He stalked down the stairs and flung the doors open, sending the sinners leaning into it backwards. His form was already shifting, but just barely, shadows closing in.

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send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation:

feel free to specify which muse is in which role

( fury ) : incredibly angry

( hostage ) : held captive for ransom 

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia 

( tears ) : sobbing openly, unable to stop

( haunted ) : trapped in a haunted house

( fall ) : having fallen off a cliff or tall tower 

( hungry ) : half starved and malnourished

( splash ) : having fallen into a body of water 

( ends ) : having just broken off a relationship

( defend ) : unconscious as the result of a fight

( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep

( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror

( ER ) : in the hospital after an injury of some kind

( tall ) : stuck somewhere too tall for them to get down 

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

( soak ) : shivering and drenched to the bone in a rainstorm 

( shipwreck ) :  unconscious / injured, washed up on a beach

 ( student ) : getting extremely frustrated while learning new skill

( exhausted ) : too tired to stay standing, too stubborn to lie down

( lost ) : wandering in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where they are 

( party pooper ) : alone, surrounded by party decor after no one else showed up

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning 

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enemies to…. friends? allies??  … sentence starters

“Don’t touch me. You still make me sick.”

“Fine. Come with. Just stay out of my way.”

“I didn’t even need your help. You can go, now.”

“I didn’t want to admit it, but you were good in a fight.”

“Yeah, you’re funny. You’re also still a pain in my ass.”

“I think they lied to us. We aren’t that different, after all.”

“I hated you. I think I still hate you. But, I need your help.”

“If I have to rely on you for this, will I be able to trust you?”

“This doesn’t mean I like you. I still think you’re insufferable.”

“Is this what your friends always have to deal with? I pity them.”

“No, no, don’t you die, now, I just started being able to tolerate you!”

“You have a point. And that might be the scariest thing I’ve ever said.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. You still disgust me. But you can be useful.”

“Seriously? You’re gonna finally win me over, then go get hurt like that?”

“Maybe… okay, hear me out, maybe we do have something in common.”

“You think this puts us on good terms? You’re still the enemy. You were just convenient.”

“You’re a lot different than I thought you would be. Still not sure if that’s good or bad, yet.”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to change my mind, but now I’m thinking things I never would’ve.”

“Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me. Let’s get this mission over with, then never acknowledge my existence, again, got it?”

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And there it was. So tantalizingly close, the very answer he looked for. The proof that his very presence was necessary to the man that stood in front of him. Close. Always so very close.

Leaving had been the nail in the coffin of their connection, hadn't it? The abandonment of the ship, of the relationship the two of them had built, even though his true reason for leaving had nothing to do with the media overlord at all.

What a delightful turn of events!

❛ I most certainly did not return for you, you must be aware. Perhaps it is time that I focus on other things. You have quite the tendency to try to distract me, you know. I have plenty of places to be. ❜

He could lock himself away. He could not necessarily leave like he did before, for many reasons, but he could completely ignore him. Stay so far out of reach that Vox could barely keep eyes on him. He could send his shadow to do most of the work. He wondered what that effect would be? When he was close enough to hear it?

This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation.

And it wasn’t the last time he would hear the same sentiments pass Alastor’s lips. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t take the ferocity out of his eyes, or the tremble from his fingertips as they pushed just a little closer.

“But you’re still here. You’re still here talking to me, engaging with me, hurting me. You would rip me open again knowing exactly what it meant.”

Electricity sparked in the air, static clinging in the space between them, as Alastor threatened to find a way to break their connection.

Could he?

Was there something—anything—Alastor could do to rip the blinders off? Of course there fucking was. Seven years ago there wasn’t any doubt.

“You won’t though.”

Arguing against Alastor without fully answering his question.

“You won’t leave me again.”

Even if he wanted to—which Vox knew was untrue without a need for confirmation—it simply wasn’t a possibility. Vox wouldn’t let it be.

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Ears pinned back against his skull, a low growl escaping him as each though from Vox made it to the inner workings of his mind. He had set it up that way, naturally, always wanting to know exactly what the other had in mind. Especially to know when his own presence was in mind, which was often. It always gathered his attention, usually worked as a pleasing note to his day, but today, he wished he had never established such a connection.

Bristling at the unwanted touch. It was too much sensation, the feeling of a million volts shooting through his body, though he knew it was only a side effect of the sickness. He turned to face him, ready to tell Vox off, but a wave of dizziness fell over him, and his stomach rolled, and he nearly fell, if not for the other. Instead, he became nearly dead weight in his arms for a moment, trying desperately to regain himself. Trying to fend off unconsciousness.

❛ You are infuriating. I don't need you to walk with me. ❜

As if he could walk anywhere right now. Another wave of nausea. A pang of pain in his head and in his stomach, and he took a shaky breath. His eyes hurt. Everything hurt.

❛ ... Make yourself useful, then. And make it quick. I need to get to my room. ❜

Of course he noticed.

These days he made sure he knew where Alastor was nearly 24/7. Refusing to be caught off guard again. He was never supposed to miss anything, much less something as important as the Radio Demon’s return. Vigilant beyond all reason ever since.

Other things dropped in favor of the drones on the Hotel. When the plant failed, he just kept eyes where he could.

And when he saw Alastor trip up even slightly—his schedule was emptied, phone turned off. And he was there only for Alastor to try to push past him. But he was too weak even to do that right.

Concern written all over his face, extending his arms just in case that sway got worse.

No. We’re not doing this. He’s not okay.

Thoughts he’d never vocalize, not even privately over the frequency. Unaware they were coming across anyway.

He’s just being stubborn because you found him.

Could just fucking take him. Deal with the public shit later.

“I know you’re fine.”

Just fucking grab him and go. He can call it a kidnapping for all I fucking care.

“I’ll just walk with you.”

Would that even work? It wasn’t as though Alastor could stop him, really, from wrapping an arm around his waist and stabilizing him by force.

He could bitch and moan all he wanted, but Vox wasn’t letting go.

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carrd ( rules && muse ) memes && prompts. nsfw content warning (18+ only). promo by @/theophcgy

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alastor falls heavily to impulses. well, mine anyway. he lets his fantasy drive him. if he wants it, he goes after it in some capacity, everything from people to things. it's really just the way he gets it that can be a little tricky. he likes to take the road of least resistance first, but when that doesn't work, he can and will force things into place. his sense of pride refuses him to let go. so, for example, in some cases where getting someone's attention is easier done by flattery, he can and will engage that way. if the easiest way to get and keep it is through coyness, or perhaps intimidation, he will do those things. but he always gets what he wants in the end.