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My depiction is still terribly accurate. Death. Death. Wheeze.

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He could have floundered, fumbled, acted a fool, but why besmirch himself over a hand? Cool as his own blood, the serpent’s tail encircled his assailant’s legs, not tight, scarcely even touching those red, striped, pants.  

❝ Can I assist you, old friend. ❞ Low, out drawn, with the dead-leaf echo of a hiss, Pentious spared but a moment before a sanguine spear rose to tap against the Wendigo’s sternum, amusement plain on moorish features.

Wasn’t this all-too cliche for him? That ghost of touch surrendered too easily, a slave to his era wherein deprived of such liberties.  ❝ A companion for the evening perhaps? ❞

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❝ Have you wretches missed me terribly? ❞

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look after my muse!

🔥my muse is feverish

🤕 my muse is high on painkillers

🤢 my muse has an upset stomach

👻 my muse scrapes their knee

🥣 my muse needs help eating

👟 my muse collapses

🌜my muse is exhausted after a long day

🌫️ my muse is dizzy

🚨 my muse has a headache

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@archnephilia liked for a starter!

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                  The great serpent slid forth, boldly approaching his intended with a touch of swagger in his sway! Attribute the elevation in mood to a recent victory; Sir Pentious with one hand lifted his sentient cap, the other smoothing back that already sleek hood as though it were mortal-mane. Tenebrous lips curled at their corners, the hat replaced once more before he extended his mitt toward Angel. 

                 ❝ You look as though you’re lacking for proper sport. Might I offer you something electrifying? ❞ Without taking the hand, that large, tortuous form had coiled itself around the film-star’s boots lightly sparing not an inch of personal space.

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@hazbinvesta liked for a starter!

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                    Pentious had a gun poised for Ace’s forehead. Point blank range, as that unnaturally lengthy digit hung teasing the trigger.

                  ❝ I’ll make you a wager, boy. If you can claw your way back from limbo in under a week then I’ll give you the privilege to sit with me for tea. ❞ A fools bet for any other demon certainly but perhaps a Magne might have more luck on the matter.

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                      He gave pause, reflecting on his behavior, not for the sake of any conceivable wrongdoing, but rather the sting of being chastised by his company. This earned a rather dumbfounded look from that noir countenance, hood tugging out at it’s corners to punctuate his soured mood.

                    ❝ I-- Indeed. I apologise. ❞ Those words prodded his ego, chawed him in a way only a narcissist could understand. Pentious straightened his posture then, already putting on airs, he lowered that waiting claw, sanguine spears rapping on the counter top lightly,  ❝ I’ll have some tea, thank you. ❞ The type mattered not; His impatience nagged but never enough to abate this predator’s determination to get his way.  

                    ❝ You know I’m dreadful at guessing games. . Speak clearly. Do you desire information? Viscera..? Though I suppose that last one would still be considered ‘material’. ❞ The word peckish coming from the well-known cannibal had admittedly dragged his train of thought toward the actual premise of eating.                          

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                        A g h a s t l y ghoul, rather; Gaunt, grim, and positively garish! His serpentine match, who’s gaudy countenance no outward token bore, slid that tortuous form into the beast’s abode. Sparing formality, not so much as a nod before exhaling the exordium of his agonies! Scarcely had the sanguine sinner stopped speaking, it seemed that each solitary scale stored some stock of spleen for this or that, and the Leviathan was just giddy to relinquish it, spare himself the baggage as it were.

                      ❝ Come now, you’re always sopping in blood and viscera, by this point your apologies are as mute as that wretch you mangled! ❞ It appeared that Pentious did indeed heed him! The tip of his tail flipped to and fro’ offering no illusions for the irritation he felt! Moreso an allusion. In this vein, he took purchase of a seat parallel to the other, a groan rolling out of his now slouched form. While sitting, to an ice-cold eye, he appeared no taller than any other demon, perhaps a faint few inches more than his company given the hat, but a tablecloth might just belie sheer doom in waiting coils for some unwitting soul! 

                      Sir made a grand show of rebuking his ashen counterpart’s sadistic musings, favoring his claws with the attention he should have given to the only other sentient sod seated serenely. But where was the sport in that?  ❝ Quite. ❞ So blandly offered, and delayed to boot, before he transitioned straight into his own design. ❝ Have you got the part I asked  for? I can’t mend the damage that cyclopian cunt did to my ship without it. ❞ There were MANY things Pentious was known for, an inclination toward greed being at the forefront of that list , just beside narcissism. It should have come as no surprise at all when he gauchely doled out his demands, claw grubbily grabbing the air in a gesture of ‘give me’.

                    ❝ Do tell me you have it, chum. ❞ In a snake’s fashion, his demeanor softened to an intoxicatingly languid state, that former brash, bedside manner a dead leaf echo of the monster who now faced Alastor. How charming. His behavioral proclivities might be almost endearing to those who far surpassed him in power and reign, as one might look down in amusement on a lap dog who nipped and snarled- At his core, though he thought himself their equal, that’s all Pentious truly was. In the grand scheme, a Rook at best. 

                        the heretic chortles, a tittering laugh voided of any taken offense for his rejected apology, if it even could be labelled as so.  “ yes, yes, but we can’t forget etiquette, you bird, it’s what separates The Mindless from us bunch ! “  an inclusion of the serpent, a compliment acting as the butter that would smooth over the transaction in his favor.  a charmed crowd was kinder to its host than one out for his blood.  there was no point in antagonizing a man whose partiality would serve him well.

                        vermillions observe him shuffle into place, not once straying from the snake’s weary countenance, though they narrow when there’s no reply to his commentary ( even if it was made out of a want to get the first word, out of filling the air with trivial pleasantries ).  never been a fan of being ignored.  it made his skin itch.  

                        there’s a hum of acknowledgement swirling in his throat at the scourge’s predicament, but, being the one intent on setting the pace, his upper torso tilts ever so slightly to the side, attention misplaced to a set instead of his business partner.  the laconic response didn’t soothe any.  “ tea ? “  he inquires, voice dotted with lackadaisical virtue as he nudges the teapot into their vicinity, honed anguis clanking against the ceramic. 

                        “ you know i do, i always do, “  the host croons, fixing his position into a posture more poised, canting a smidgen forward as he entwines fingers with one another right under his chin, propped.  “ but, see, charmer, they’re becoming a tad bit more arduous to acquire.  “  have you ever considered upgrading your vessel ?  a query that doesn’t flutter.  he lacks enough knowledge in the field for him not to stumble into some logical folly.  “ so !  say, what can you offer ?  hmm, i’m… peckish for an immaterial currency.  “  grin widens, curiosity roused by the shift.  he’s always prided himself in his immunity to social incantations meant to spirit tenderness, but he could always appreciate the placidity.

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❝ Have you wretches missed me terribly? ❞

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                        hello, hello, hello!  this is a masterlist for hazbin hotel roleplayers!  all you need to do to be added is reblog this post with the following in the tags.             * your muse(s) and whether you’re a multimuse/oc.

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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                        A g h a s t l y ghoul, rather; Gaunt, grim, and positively garish! His serpentine match, who’s gaudy countenance no outward token bore, slid that tortuous form into the beast’s abode. Sparing formality, not so much as a nod before exhaling the exordium of his agonies! Scarcely had the sanguine sinner stopped speaking, it seemed that each solitary scale stored some stock of spleen for this or that, and the Leviathan was just giddy to relinquish it, spare himself the baggage as it were.

                      ❝ Come now, you’re always sopping in blood and viscera, by this point your apologies are as mute as that wretch you mangled! ❞ It appeared that Pentious did indeed heed him! The tip of his tail flipped to and fro’ offering no illusions for the irritation he felt! Moreso an allusion. In this vein, he took purchase of a seat parallel to the other, a groan rolling out of his now slouched form. While sitting, to an ice-cold eye, he appeared no taller than any other demon, perhaps a faint few inches more than his company given the hat, but a tablecloth might just belie sheer doom in waiting coils for some unwitting soul! 

                      Sir made a grand show of rebuking his ashen counterpart’s sadistic musings, favoring his claws with the attention he should have given to the only other sentient sod seated serenely. But where was the sport in that?  ❝ Quite. ❞ So blandly offered, and delayed to boot, before he transitioned straight into his own design. ❝ Have you got the part I asked  for? I can’t mend the damage that cyclopian cunt did to my ship without it. ❞ There were MANY things Pentious was known for, an inclination toward greed being at the forefront of that list , just beside narcissism. It should have come as no surprise at all when he gauchely doled out his demands, claw grubbily grabbing the air in a gesture of ‘give me’.

                    ❝ Do tell me you have it, chum. ❞ In a snake’s fashion, his demeanor softened to an intoxicatingly languid state, that former brash, bedside manner a dead leaf echo of the monster who now faced Alastor. How charming. His behavioral proclivities might be almost endearing to those who far surpassed him in power and reign, as one might look down in amusement on a lap dog who nipped and snarled- At his core, though he thought himself their equal, that’s all Pentious truly was. In the grand scheme, a Rook at best. 

devilish wanton that it is, per-fo-ra-ted by inhibitions of polite society and and and…

                        there’s the thirst of lukewarm hunger, a voracity mitigated by earlier bite-pickings of the flesh, unkind in their peppering and selfish in their taking.  it’s a lulling feeling nowadays, rumbling that brings to attention to the certainty of his social liberty, incited by an early arrival that transcended into his  RECKONING  in the gaunt gallows of Hell.

                        but now his maw is bloodied, coated in delicate spots of rusty burgundy, dripping down and   p a r t i t i o n i n g   like spider-silk in an abandoned glass cup, an image terminated by the brusque caress of white cuff-links upon his chin.

                        and that wouldn’t do, for he’s quite messy in appearance, isn’t he?  and while he might not be an aficionado of morals and ethical throes, propriety is still a key element in the persona of this jaunty ghoul.

                        just caught off guard is all.  “  now i wasn’t expecting you so soon !  “  a drawl of unhurried words as fingers peek into his breast pocket, rustling about, and promptly procuring a ruffled napkin to tidy up his coated canvas.  “  i took care of some nuisance that happened to stray off into the wrong path at the wrong time, i hope you don’t mind me indulging, pal, but i’m rather used to you being a bit late to the show and i happened to have quite the keen appetite today.  just couldn’t help myself !  “  head turns, carmines watching the newcomer with placid interest.

“  and do excuse my appearance, quite a feisty thing it was.  aha.  you know how they are, always so desperate to hold onto that flimsy thread of hope, believing that screaming bloody murder is going to be what leads them to their salvation !  silly instincts, though i appreciate the theatrics.  “

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Pentious: *Catches feelings for someone.*

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 ❝ What’s childish is your self-given right to correct me, don’t be a stinging fly and expect me to bend to i- ❞ He sputtered around the barrel..? Of it. Rubicund hues wide at first narrowed to crescents at her, noting pallor with disdain as a low hiss ebbed from betwixt tenebrous plumes. Hierarchy or not, he wasn’t going to be bossed in such a demeaning fashion! Ruby digits rose, curling around the parasol, one set, upper body leaning back to dislodge the firearm from his maw. 

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His posture straightened, sleek hood rippling with an amalgamation of intrigue and concern ❝ You’ll shoot me before you get what’s left my dignity, madame. So do it and let me get on with my night. ❞ Would she fire? The anticipation of injury.. Nay.. Pain chawed the Leviathan.

      ❝ Let you get on with your night? Is that what you so desire from this meeting? You may have placed the guise of a gentleman, but you’ve certainly taken on the impatience of a young child. ❞ Should she waste the ammunition on him? The thought alone made her contemplate frowning once more, but…she smiled, pushing her umbrella forward, shoving it into his lips. ❝ Children are grand for speaking, and you appear to love this feat quite a bit… How about you pay the toll of losing your mouth in exchange for your evening? ❞ 

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His posture straightened, sleek hood rippling with an amalgamation of intrigue and concern ❝ You’ll shoot me before you get what’s left my dignity, madame. So do it and let me get on with my night. ❞ Would she fire? The anticipation of injury.. Nay.. Pain chawed the Leviathan.

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` My /humblest/ apologies. ` He bowed, scoffing despite the polite gesture.

      ❝ Oh, you’ll be forgiven… ❞ Umbrella removed from forearm, she turned it so the point is facing the man before her, gently cocking it for him to notice that this umbrella – indeed – held secrets of being a shotgun. ❝ When you do beg for it, sir. ❞ 

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hazbinvesta said: "what can I get ya old timer?" the deer boy asked, cleaning a glass while leaning against the bar counter

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❝ An executioner’s spear preferably. ❞

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Anonymous said: You wouldn't happen to know what dabbing is do you? I heard you're "quite epic" at it B)

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❝ You’ve come to the correct place, prepare to be educated! ❞

Pentious made some hackneyed attempt at it, throwing his arm out as though he were pitching a ball!