#burning fcols

[brokendreamscreation]

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Shout Out of Awesomeness!

😍 ― admiring from afar

//Oh goodness I feel like there are so many incredible writers I follow and admire from afar. I’ll name 4 peeps I see regularly on my dash that I love to read their threads and headcanons~

@xluciifer is one of the first HH blogs I followed when I joined this rp fandom and has welcomed me with the open arms and so much love and kindness ;w; She writes beautifully and captures Lucifer’s personality, all the while adding excellent humor! Not only does she rp Lucifer, but also Pomni and Jax in TADC fandom! I have not rp’d Lucid with Lucifer yet and very little with my other Nephilim OC, Silver. Her writing and musing is such a delight to see on my dash always~

@burning-fcols is another person I’ve followed since the early days on my previous rp sideblog and continue to watch and admire from this newer one. Lots of lovely muses and descriptive writing, puts a great amount of detail and thought into them.

@peppy-jester rp’s an amazing and fun Fizzy! I love the take of Fizzy being like Lucifer’s personal therapist~ Also after meeting them in the Unholy Crusade event I’ve seen their Mammon and capture that character’s personality to a T!! Always fun to read the threads appearing on my dash~

@shattered-divinity a newer blog I’ve begun following and adore reading the threads of Lucifer on my dash. Long threads with descriptions of the scene and emotions/thoughts are a huge delight and it’s like reading a good fanfic on my dash.

All of these folks I highly recommend, may it be interacting with them directly or appreciating their writing from afar 💖

[hcppyhotel]

❝ hey,  i  don't  normally  call  me  a  switch,  but  if  the  king  of  HELL  wants  t'a  be  filled...  well,  who  am  i  t'a  say  no  ?  ❞

[hells-fvry]

🥃 — (( for Husk because lol - it’s that strong Hellborn shit that got him in trouble last time ))

uh oh (X)

"....Hey angel, how pissed would you be if I drank this?" Shouted in Italian at his boyfriend, Husk not about to make that mistake again.

[stormcried]

@burning-fcols gets a random start!

Well, being at Hazbin Hotel isn't exactly all cracked up he thought. It's like being stuck in another prison. Drake is trying at all angles to see what's 'fun' in Hell. Drake went to a party. That wasn't so bad. Drake burnt some cars. Boring. Drake played in a lava pool. Cool to be in... but, he couldn't even really FEEL the lava against his skin, so, also got pretty old after a while. On the bright side of playing in the lava pool, he got to be energized for another week to a week and a half if he's lucky. But, he doesn't think that Hazbin Hotel will be a permanent residence. Maybe a place to crash if he got into trouble, but Drake is a free spirit. He wanted to explore.

He's currently on the steps of Hazbin, his orange hues glazing over the distant city lights. "...would I really ever be anything but a little destroyer? Dammit... I've been here for.. I think a week and all I've been doing is breaking shit." Drake speaks to himself out loud. Not talking to anyone in particular. "I thought I'd feel bettah, but I don't. I still feel.. angry. Angry that even this is where I end up, I nevah gah justice. Tch. Fuck justice. People loike me don' get it." Drake burrows his head into his knees, wanting to cry. But those tears have dried up a VERY long time ago. Those tears already been shed. Now... he feels nothing. Nothing but rage, anger and wanting to take it out on everyone.

[wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight]

❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ — (( fuck it, I’m embarrassing Vox *yeets him at Alastor* ))

Having died once already, one would think it would have affected Alastor far less than it had after his fight with Adam, only he'd been dead in an instant when back on earth. A shot right through the head, and then he was in hell. He didn't like to think about it, how scared he had been. How it was kill or be killed from the very moment he smelled brimstone. After Adam...he'd had time to think while he bled, unsure if it was even possible for such a wound to heal. And it more than likely wouldn't have, had Lucifer not pulled the lingering angelic essence from his body.

He...had done a lot of thinking after that, about the people he unfortunately cared for; Charlie, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Vox-

The thought of that television meaning something to him again near reignited his spiral where he lay in the rubble of his radio tower, chest heaving through the pain of poorly done stitches. He couldn't do this again, go through the pain of betrayal. He wasn't good enough for Vox anymore, it was why he was with Val, with the Vees. Still he...had been the only one to notice he'd been gone for years, aside from Rosie of course. But Vox...

He'd manifested outside the Vee's tower before he could so much as blink, those heavy memories of laying helplesss and alone in the ruins that short time ago leaving him standing there wide eyed in the surrounding lights. Vox knew he was there from the moment he'd appreaed, he was sure, seeing as it hadn't taken him long to buzz down himself. Al didn't remember what he'd said, something about paying a visit to an old friend coming out of the static that surrounded them, it born of his panic. Why Vox had let him in, he didn't know, but here he was in the middle of his rivals bedroom, eyes near blinded from the sheer amount of blue.

So out of his element, he'd almost missed when Vox asked about his injury, leaving him one of the few that knew of it's existence. Maybe that was why he'd told him about what Lucifer had done, how close he had come to death again, and how for whatever reason, it had made him want to see Vox again.

A hard swallow, the question of if Vox wanted to see his near afterlife ending injury, and now his fellow sinner was slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, the sound Al had made upon trying to lift his arms apparently warrenting a helping hand.

It was funny, looking up so very far up at his old rival, how instead of fear clawing at his chest, there..was a sort of warmth. Just how much had he tricked himself into thinking he hadn't missed this? He and Vox would always have their bickerments, but Al had forgotten what the tender moments in between had felt like.

Vox voice had him snapping out of his thoughts, the Radio Demon giving a chuckle through teasing grin. "Are you refering to undressing me, or killing me? If it's that later, then you're succeeding with how slow you are. Feeling like an antique old friend?" Hurt him. Hurt him. Vox wouldn't kill him, not now. It wasn't a fair fight, that wasn't what they were about.

He needed to remember that he was alive, that not all the pain in his body was from Adam's blade. After all, it was all he knew with Vox, really. He didn't have a reason to expect anything else.

[helluvaxhazbin]

Backed up against a wall, shark towering over the trembling sheep, Lucille looks around the room in a panic. The only escape route is the door behind the pushy man, barely open a crack… but open. If she could make her way to it— but legs refuse to move, words barely making it past her throat, ❝ Pl-Please… You— … Yer gonna be in trouble if you don’ l-leave me alone… Crimson, he’s— … he’s gonna be real cross wit’ ya! ❞ — (( *shoves Lucille in here* can be at Any point in their relationship, I just think Crimson deserves to Kill for her jgbgcgf ))

@burning-fcols

It didn't take long at all for crimson to show up. Lucille knew at that point that even when she wasn't assigned a bodyguard she had his men watching over her. Stalking her really so their boss would know where his girl was at all times. To make sure she would be protected and accounted for. Once he caught sight of his girl he snapped his fingers. Instantly his men ran and stood by her side.

Protecting and comforting her while the imp took care of business. It was a primal attack. All claws and teeth. Literally ripping her attackers to shreds. Leaving nothing but a pile of guts and bones in their wake. "There we go. Now your safe my little dove." She cooed before taking the lamb's hand and laying a kiss upon it. "Let's go home."

[lcftcult]

"pretty cool, huh?" — (( *shoves Tem @ Bstar* :3c ))

THE BOYS S01E01 STARTERS. || Accepting

"Th-That's uh.. y-yeah.. that's somethin'." Now Tem did tell Black Star the kind of movie he was showing her beforehand. Still, the fact she had just watched her friend in a sex flick was, well.. 'interesting' to put it nicely. Her face was still a dark shade of red, but the sinner was still in awe of the fact that Tem was in a 'fancy moving picture' as some might call it. A technological feat that Black Star was still impressed by to this day!

The cat clasps her hands together, intertwining fingers as she whistles a couple times. Her tail twitched a couple times as her little heart raced inside of her chest. "Hey, Temmy.." Black Star would clear her throat, avoiding eye contact for a moment before shyly returning it to her goat friend. "Do you.. know.. uh.." then came an awkward pause as Black Star couldn't believe what she was about to ask. "Is.. is that place hiring?" Watching movies like the one Tem showed her tended to put Black Star in 'the mood.'

@burning-fcols

[helluvahotelx]

@burning-fcols: "You don' owe me or anyone else an explanation. But…" - (( Angel @ Alastor - okay but... the spooder being low-key worried about What happened to Alastor during the fight with Adam. Wondering where he went and if he's Okay... tentatively trying to see what's up despite it meaning a probably Touchy Subject rip ))

"You are right, you do not need to have any type of explanation."

Alastor clicked his tongue, a few times, tapping the top of Angel's head with his cane. Wincing lightly as he stood up straight. Though the wound had dried, and he'd changed his clothes, Alastor had not gotten any treatment. The angelic weaponry used, also did nothing good for him. He reached to his chest, gripping at it. He was fine. No one needed to know anything.

"I fought well, and tactfully retreated when my cane was broken. No more needs to be said."

He twirled his cane, and turned to walk away, only to swear under his breath. His hand cutting into his shirt as he gripped at it, the pain radiating from the wound seeming to suddenly ramp up. Taking a few sharp breaths. Turning his head, to glare at the spider demon.

"Say n̴͍̆o̵̤̽ṱ̴̋ḫ̷̅i̶͍͛n̷͖̽g̴̓͜.̶̧̈́"

[burning-fcols]

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[stcries]

"y'know what, fine. you can make breakfast this time." the larger demon huffs momentarily, shoulder slumping as he comes to pinch his brow. sure, memories of the previous incident were still fresh within his mind, the scent of burning eggs and bacon stuck in the castle walls for days. but those dreaded puppy dog eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but alas, the king of lust wasn't immune to the imp's temptations.

"i'll allow it, but ONLY if i accompany you AND if you follow all of my instructions perfectly. you got that, fizzy frog?" / @burning-fcols liked for a helluva boss starter.

[mudskip-muses]

@burning-fcols liked for a charon starter (X)

This one...it didn’t belong here, there really was no denying it, and yet here this soul was, on his boat in the middle of the river Styx like he owned it. He hadn’t even had an obol, the rather...flirtatious soul somehow convincing a shade to give up their one ticket into the underworld for...what he didn’t know, but it had worked regardless. Oh well, that was none of his business. It wasn’t stolen and it ended up in Charon’s hand in the end, and that was all that really mattered. Of course, this soul was no shade, and after a painfully boring meeting with Lord Hades, it had been rather apparent there had been a mix up somewhere...higher up. 

And now Charon was sharing his boat while they got everything sorted out, him being the only one who really had the time and the means to ensure this soul didn’t get into any trouble. Well...he sure hoped they didn’t get seasick, they were going to be here a while. 

He was quiet as he rowed back up the Styx from the House, not that he really had any other modes. At least until a question came to mind. Despite not belonging here, the soul should still be able to understand him simply by the nature of being dead. He wasn’t usually one to converse with his passengers, but...

“Hhhhhhnnnnngggggg...” Just what had he done to get that obol? 

[hells-fvry]

💬 + "I heard that I'm your favorite kid. :3 " - (( Darby @ Alastor - it He. he heard the 'rumor' from Himself fdjgndfg ))

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it. (X)

"Seeing as you are my only child, that would be correct!"

[bliitzo]

❝ O-Oh, her? That's um... my fiancée. ❞ Stolas awkwardly explains, rubbing his arm and gaze downcast. Fidgeting in place, he winces at the harsh sound of Stella screaming in the background. Probably at one of their servants... ❝ She's here for a playdate. ❞ Ever since he was given the news, he's been dreading the day they'd have to meet face-to-face.

Go figure it would happen when Blitzo came to visit.

Looking more uncomfortable by the moment, he peeks up at Blitzo and sighs, ❝ You should probably go. It'd be rude if I kept her waiting... ❞ — (( *shoves Baby Stolas - what if Blitzo just... stole Stolas from the playdate because 'nope. gotta hang out with the Imp Boi instead' jkdgjndg ))

@burning-fcols

Yeah blitz had no idea what a fiance was. He wasn't even sure if his mom and dad were married. What he did know however was that this stella chick (who was screaming at the top of her lungs annoyingly so) was taking the attention he'd normally getting from the owl prince. Certain attention which he had come accustomed to.

For a brief moment his tail lashed in irritation at this series of events his face also twisting into an expression of jealousy but quickly he put on the charm. Walking to the owlet's side. Wrapping an arm over his shoulders. "I mean I'm rude all the time and you still like me. Besides that chick ain't worth your time. I am. I'm much better and cooler company. Plus if you stay with me I can tell you jokes all day."

To really pull out the big guns the little imp brought his giant ball forward. Jumping onto it with ease. Balancing as well like it was nothing. Even pulling out some balls to juggle for the owl. "Now who would you rather play with? That annoying brat? Or me your best friend?"

[nifftyandlcvely]

This sucks... On a scale of ❛ sucks to really sucks ❜ , this REALLY sucks. For the first time in years, he's not spending his Heat isolated in his palace. Where the only audience to his torment are the mountains of rubber ducks, Lucifer able to complain and commit as much destruction as he desires ( which is fantastic for getting out ones pent-up frustrations ) until the storm passes. But now that he's taken residence in the hotel, he can't exactly rush off to the palace and stay there while this all blows over... Not without having to answer questions he is NOT prepared to lie about.

Practically surrounded by a cloud of repressed NEED, he rubs his arms as if staving off a chill despite his body's relentless burning. Like heavenly-fire licking at his skin and destroying him from the inside-out, he frantically looks around as he hurries toward his room. Planning on hiding away until his mind is in less of a sudden haze... when he feels a light tapping against it. A familiar, oddly-comforting sensation that he instinctively allows in before he can stop himself.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK—

Before he can fix his mistake, he feels Naven's presence within his thoughts. The other man no doubt blasted by a tidal-wave of instinctive yearning. A primitive plea for help, for pleasure so long denied even by his own hand. As if a form of self-punishment, the King Of Hell refusing himself relief for far too long. It's pathetic, and pitiful, and pulling at Naven's mind with a shameless urgency ( and specific want for the one who has Claimed Him ) even as Lucifer rushes to his room and slams the door shut. Pushing the other out of his headspace far too late— his state of being PAINFULLY known —he picks up a pillow from the mountain of them on his bed and screams into it.

... Fuck. - (( *shoves an embarrassed Omega lad @ your boi dfjngdfjkgdf* ))

@burning-fcols

Even if Naven hadn't been able to smell Lucifer from quite a ways away, he could still tell that something was terribly wrong with the King of Hell just by his body language and facial expression. How he seemed to be trying to avoid being seen during Naven's class. As soon as class had ended, he had excused himself to "go rest in one of the vacant rooms". Once alone and on his way up, he reached out for permission to enter Lucifer's mind only to almost immediately be knocked off his feet by the wave of heat and yearning before being shut out once again.

It seemed like the King of Hell was trying to hide his heat. Well, that just won't do at all.

Having to steady himself on weak legs, Naven could hear Lucifer slamming the door to his room a few floor above in his desperation to lock himself away. Once he was able to stand again, he rushed as quickly as possible to his sweet apple treat, following the scent of crisp apples. He reached under his shoulder cape and his shirt to rip off his scent blocker as he neared where the intoxicating scent was coming from. While Lucifer's scent was a crisp sweet apple, like a candied apple, Naven's own scent was more earthy, as if the fruit had been blended with a mix of fragrant tea leaves, a comforting alpha scent that offered warmth and care. Knocking lightly on the door, he released more pheromones as he said, "Lucifer, dear, may I come in? I know you're in there, and I know you're suffering. I want to help."

There. A hand reaching out and all he could do was wait to see if it would be accepted.

[wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight]

( frisky business ) our muses have sneaky sex at one of their places of work — (( okay but... imagine— Anthony and Bo at the casino... human smexy times before the Bad Times™ can hit jddfngjdfg ))

@burning-fcols

Bo couldn't even call this a bad idea, his hands wrapping around Anthony's tiny waist as he pulled his partner into broom closet somewhere in the basement of the casino, it no doubt having been years since it was used, judging by how little was stored in it. An hour, they had an entire hour before Bo had to be back upstairs after his break, his boss having all but demanded he go 'take a breather' after a customer had pissed him off. He hadn't even known Anthony was there until his walk outside for a smoke had been interupted by an oh so tiny hand in his own, eagerly pulling him towards the downwards staircase instead of the door just a few steps away.

It wasn't a bad idea; it was the worst one they'd had yet. If they got caught, they were both dead, Bo already smelling the gunpowder that shot out the bullet with his name on it. But that was far from being a deterrent, no, it only made him want to fuck Anthony's brains out all the more. There was no future for them, not with eachother, and Bo would much rather make what he has with Anthony last than play it safe. He had nothing aside from Anthony, and if their futures are fucked, what better way then to go out then after having sex in the casino Anthony's family all but owned.

They had been doomed from the start, but little moments like these were untouchable by the outside world.

"What's got you so riled up, angel?" He knew, it said in the way hands grabbed at his clothes and lips pressed against his like it was the last kiss they'd ever have. "This t' make me feel better, or you want what I was gonna give that old ass fucker up there?" In other words, just how rough was his angel looking for him to be?

[stagred]

　@burning-fcols liked for a starter for Angel!

　" RISE AND SHINE, MY DEAR! " He does this every single morning. Alastor wanders the halls at full volume, blasting some awful tinny tune ( today's melody is ' Rockin' Robin' ) as he pounds on each occupied door. Somewhere behind him, Husk's tail disappears around a corner with the whisper of an angry expletive. " OUR STAR TENANT NEEDS HIS HARD-EARNED BREAKFAST! "