#micsmasmuses

[helluvahotelx]

semi-plotted starter for @micsmasmuses

Cherri hummed, thumbing through the cash she'd picked up from the wallet that had landed beside the pile of meat that she assumed used to be another sinner. It was yet another territory dispute, and she'd won.

She didn't hear the other approach. She might've pulled out another bomb if she had. Too busy looking through the money, with some music playing in her ears.

[five-eyed-peacock]

@micsmasmuses

The hot desert sun beamed down harshly on Anthony's back as he skuttled his way through the sand. He could walk on his legs, but dropping to all eights was faster. His stomach growled and churned, pitching a fit that it hadn't eaten in days. He was running out of options. But then... he caught a scent. Smoke, from a campfire. And cooking food. Salivating, he crept closer, eyes on an open bag beside a woman knelt by the fire. He inched closer, making an attempt to snatch a morsel out of the bag.

[infernalight]

💖💖💖💖💖

meme / always accepting

To make sure this is random and I am not playing favorites, I am going to use the wheel of names to decide which mutual to talk about. Plus I thought it'd be fun!

@peppy-jester & @/hazbins-n-hellbons ─ Okay, so the first mutual the wheel gave me was Beanie. There is absolutely not a bad thing I can say about Beanie. I haven't interacted with her sideblog as much, but her Fizz is one of my favorites. Sure, he might not be the closest thing to canon, but fuck canon! Her Fizzie is funny, cute, and Ozzie and I both adore him. She brings the clown side of Fizz to life, always making jokes and doing silly things and I love to talk to her about her Fizz and how he is from how I write my own / what I'm used to when it comes to Fizzarolli. Not to mention she is a wonderful mun and I enjoy talking to her when we can. She's sweet and is constantly checking in when she can and remembers to (because let's face it, it's hard keeping up with all your friends all the time).

@electriccapitalist ─ I haven't had lots of interactions with Toxic outside of RP, but I adore seeing them on my dash. They are an amazing Vox and I can't wait to interact with them more. I still need to reach out about Ozzie & Vox things. They have been nothing but patient and super sweet from the little bit we've talked. Every time I see their Vox on my dash, I can picture Viv's version of Vox. Even their own hcs for Vox are just *chef's kiss*. I love to read them all when I can and their human!au Vox is also beautiful (plus who doesn't love Shell Overlord? HELLO?!?) and I am excited to do more with them.

@hzbinsouled ─ Moonbeam!! Moonbeam is a sweetheart. She has such great ideas and always has such fun verses for her muses. I adore talking to her ooc, despite not getting enough of it. Each version of her characters are just beautiful. They are so unique, but at the same time I can see the character, picture them in her writing. She lets me be insane and crazy about my plot ideas no matter how long I take to actually get to starters and replies. (I am still working on some ughreugh, sorry)

@sugartiits & @/outforlve & @/hellahtel ─ Cottontail is a doll, I fucking love her to pieces and I probably failed to list all of her Hazbin blogs, but yeah, uh.. She's fucking amazing no matter what muse(s) she picks up. She is a fucking gem, I adore her, and she always surprises me with a follow every time she makes a new blog.

@micsmasmuses & @/unholymicsmas & @/helluvahazbinss ─ Miasma! I adore Miasma so much, all of their muses. I have known her since I was in the Genshin fandom and now we both moved over to the Hazbin fandom and no matter what fandom, no matter what muse, I will always love her and every single muse of hers. She writes them so well and can truly capture what I love about each one of them in canon. I will always follow Miasma everywhere!

[froggarolli]

@micsmasmuses || Rendezvous at the pond [Closed Starter]

Music is pulsating through the club, reverberating through the chest, sending waves through the crowd of lustful imps and demons who had gathered for a good time beneath the fluorescent lights.

The energy was intense, but not wild. No, it was nothing like the clown events that Fizzarolli was used to... it was controlled, but filled with anticipation.

The heat in the air mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol was getting to the jester, but in no way that was productive. He had gone to awkwardly squeeze himself into a corner backstage, taking deep breaths as he attempted to hype himself up for the show.

This was not what he had expected when working with Mammon. He thought he'd do brand deals, sure. Commercials and stuff like that, and of course, his clown shows... but this?

Looking down at his hands, vibrant metal reflects his own face back at him, sheen near iridescent in the multiple lights of the club. It was because of these things... a deal struck between Mammon and Asmodeus years down the line, which the imp had no say in. Not that he'd ever want to talk back to Mammon... and it was all worth it. Of course it was.

Seeing the clock finally hit the big hour, he takes one last deep breath, before telling himself his usual mantra;

❧ "Smile, inside and out."

Fizzarolli enters the stage with faux elegance, the only way a clown could present himself in such an establishment. Making fun of it, without losing his place in the puzzle that made it all up.

❧ "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another night of passion at Ozzie's, the hottest spot in all of lust, and all that entails huehehe~"

The crowd seemed to respond well... almost a little too well. Some folks were freaking out in the back, seeing the up and coming new celebrity in person in such an intimate setting compared to a huge stage. He wondered if the crowd was always this big...

Fizzarolli suddenly felt so incredibly vulnerable. Inexperienced, small and googled at, he threw a glance back at the people managing the stage, as well as any guards that may be around the place. Mammon had gotten him one escort... but they seemed awfully busy with some succubus over at the bar at the moment.

❧ "My name is Fizzarolli, you may have seen me travelling across hell for my numerous performances with the king of all things green, Mammon himself! Or perhaps you are more familiar with my toy replicas in this side of hell?"

The cheering was. A lot. His grin stiffened a little, awkwardly shifting the mic from one hand to the other.

Man... he just wanted to juggle... why did he have to be here?

[lettherebemonsters]

Lute busts into Adams room and stomps right up to him pulling him down to her height, she is here she has a request! “I wanna start a family with you!” She states angrily. Why is she angry? Because she fucking adores this man.

The absolute LAST thing he expected when he was turning in for an early night was Lute smashing her way in, wrestling his neck with her arm and telling him she wanted babies.

Mark him down for scared AND aggressively horny.

" You want.....eggs....with....me?"

His voice was an utter squeak. Though he had actually WANTED a family. He missed being a dad and things were just getting lonelier. And, well....he loved Lute too. Even if he didn't show it often.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

@micsmasmuses (For Fizz!)

Yui squinted up at the pink neon lights, resisting the urge to shield her eyes.

"You weren't kidding when you said this place was flashy," she said, looking to Caim who was barely hiding a grin.

"Having second thoughts, dear?~"

"Absolutely not~" A wicked grin spread across the fox woman's face, her tails swishing in delight. "I've been looking forward to this place ever since I heard of it, so you bet your ass we're making the most of it! Isn't that right, Aaaannndddyyy?~"

Andrealphus, who was dragged to this club by the two women shot Yui a glare.

"I only agreed to place the reserve for the two of you-"

"Oh come on! You need to have some fun instead of being a prissy ice queen all the time!" With that Yui looped an arm through his, while Caim took his other arm.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?"

"Nope~!" Both women chimed before dragging the unfortunate Marquis into the club, sending a wink to the bouncer in the process.

Once inside, the group of three took their place at the table, attracting many stares in the process. Most weren't sure what to make of the fox woman with five tails, nor of the two Goetia accompanying her, but they were soon distracted by the performers on stage.

When it was Fizarolli's turn to take the stage, Yui and Caim watched with interest. Andrealphus, however, simply sat with an unamused expression on his face.

[doublejango]

for @micsmasmuses -- because we both decided we needed some pain! sorry this took me so long. I am a slowling!

Somewhere dark, somewhere forgotten-- When Blitzo awoke, he knew immediately that things weren't just fucked up, things were wrong. His head felt heavy, that was nothing new--a hangover could be worse--but the pain radiating up and down his spine was enough to nauseate him within seconds of waking. His horns felt heavy, so fucking heavy, and he could feel the plates in his skull separate when he tried to lift his head and the weight of one horn tugged, even light as it was.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard against the nausea. Well, this was awful. But at least nobody else was in this shit with him, right? He was facing a rough-hewn stone wall, so he couldn't see much of wherever he was, but he didn't think he remembered being out with anyone. He'd gone to pick up some cheese for late-night snacking, and then... and then...

Ah, fuck. Who even knew? He grunted and stretched out one leg, then the other, testing to see if he could even move them and--he bumped into something. Someone. Fuck. Blitzo froze, trying to prepare himself for an attack...

But then he sniffed the air.

Oh.

Oh no.

He knew that sweet smell, that slightly crazed sugary bitterness, the combined scents of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli. His friend was here, wherever here was. And wherever here was, it wasn't good. Adrenaline working wonders for pain, Blitzo sat up awkwardly, discovering that his arms were wrapped together with a chain, harsh and tight. Fuck it, whatever. He'd deal with that later.

He looked up, but from what he could tell, they were in a pit. An actual pit, with only one way in or out--a hole in the ceiling some two or three hundred feet up. Great. Awesome.

But Fizzy didn't look like he was moving, and that mattered a hell of a lot more. Heart in his throat, head aching, dizzy, Blitzo scooted over to him.

"Fizz? Fizzie?" he nudged him with a foot. "Please don't be dead, please, please don't be dead?"

[reliquiicis-a]

( @micsmasmuses - Keigo and Nanami )

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━   Another long, busy day of work has finally passed out and Keigo was on his way home. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do was lay down in his bed and forget about the day. It wasn't necessarily being a hero that made things difficult, but whenever spring rolled around, it was always harder to focus on his work rather than his urges. He sighed, stopping mid flight for a moment as he thought about maybe stopping for a bite to eat on the way home, after all, he didn't think he'd be up for cooking anyway and he was pretty sure there weren't a lot of quick and easy meals for him to make at home.

Once he figured out what he wanted, he started flying towards his home, keeping an eye out for any food stalls beneath him when he saw someone he hadn't seen before. It was obvious this man was attractive because it wasn't every day that Keigo got distracted while flying.... especially long enough for him to run head first into the side of a building, falling not too far away from the other.

Way to go Keigo! Not only did that hurt, but if the handsome stranger saw what just happened, you also just embarrassed yourself.

[originalribbing]

@micsmasmuses | | | Continued

"NO. Don't let it win. . .WAIT, IT'S NOT THAT BAD--"

Nothing like tasting the most plain, bland, unexciting food in existence.

Never let Adam cook again.

[hcttrick]

"You know as well as I do Lady Furina, the show must go on! It's showtime! Let's bring out the dazzle Rosseland!~"

[originemesis]

@micsmasmuses xxx

“I do that because I enjoy tormenting you, it’s my job after all” he teases raising a brow at his snap back. Only to make a disgusted face as he says the next sentence. Hes so vulgar! It’s disgusting! But he can also tell the man is lonely and jealous… and sad. “Please stop being so vile, you’re killing the mood here” he mutters glancing away from him. Why does he try with him, he’s so aggravating. But maybe it’s the thought of back then that still comes to him. How close they were and how badly he wants to be that again. Or maybe it’s that need to make him his own, to claim him. It’s pathetic really, how desperate he is to have him. A need so strong it would put Ozzie under but it’s not lust… maybe it’s something else. Love? Annoyance? Sounds like a married people thing. But holding him right now feels so nice. So right. Even as he gets his gross snot on him as he cries, it’s fine, not the first time. He’s a dad he’s had worse for Pete’s sake. A hand makes it up into his hair. Gently playing with his brunette locks, feeling how soft it is as he tries to comfort him. A soft kiss pressed to his head as his wings wrap around them. Red eyes glancing over the pretty gold of Adam’s wings. His other hand continues to rub soothing circles on his back as he looks down at him. Rolling his eyes at the mention of himself being the stupid thing. He is… but Lucifer isn’t that childish.

“Well… I actually wanted you at my side, not Lilith. Yes I adored her but you always took my breath away” he says as the hand in Adam’s hair caressed over the back of his neck. Gently rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. “But I chickened out of courting you after Lilith confessed to me” he frowns, he sounds ashamed of himself.

"Oh yeah? The eternal edgelord of making the masses as miserable as you and that micro-dick energy, huh?" He mused, though the usual and persistently ornery peck to his rendition of a fighting cock in human's clothing sounded as wet as if he'd clambered out of a farm pond after being knocked in and left to dry with sopping, emerald tail feathers under an overcast sky. The muttered complaint earns a huff from the man as well as the risen edge of a thumb as he absentmindedly worked at digging out the golden beads that seemed layered in lower lashes now like sap. "...and what mood exactly is that, dude? The one where you come all the way here to-what? Twist the knife of all the bitches that ever left me in deeper on the feast of the fuckin' saint of hearts? Yeah. Hilarious."

As much as his dedication to upholding the ever tumultuous kick of a tantrum born of their usual dealings from a garden-esque era long passed, but hardly shaken far from his mind like dandelion seeds stubbornly stuck in the fibers of his robe's hem, the bubbling over of his miserable mood for the evening and its unintended exposure has him slowing down to emit only the occasional sniffs smothered by the collar of his vexing visitor's dress jacket. Between the woven fibers, a scent oddly reminiscent of daisies drifted out... and they were burning. Of course. As far as burning went, his eyes- when exposed to the extra crisp draft of heaven's mesosphere- weren't much better, and to wipe out their collected sting, he ground the grooves of his gaze along a button fastened to his company's collar with a plaintive puff quite common to the species of a first man. Always so insistent on being heard...but never wanting that sound to expose the weakness at the heart of mortality that he'd fought blunt tooth and black-painted fingernail to hide under an air of viciousness- a shield of vulgarity that never seemed to fail him even as it continued to do just that.

He'd been in the stubborn state of mind that since Lucifer offered him a shoulder, he'd just up and clean the mess off his face using the other's shirt as a tissue to blow his nose in, but even as the shimmering in golden irises hardened back to a remotely solid display, he found himself stuck under a blanket of seraphim wings weighing down his shoulders and an entanglement of fiddle-worn digits in his hair. Well, it's not exactly a knife twisting- much as his pride would tell him otherwise. It's simply not loud enough to startle him back to his usual prickling protests, aside from finding a crook on the shorter being's shoulder to rest his chin- somewhere with a proper headbutting angle if he did go ahead and admit to the man being the dumb thing of which he spoke.

"Hey- careful with the merchandise." A grumbled warning followed the fingers that found the curve of his wing tucked under an arm like a tickle proof shield- or an extra armor layer fastened securely over the soft spot located in the large width between two of his ribs. "Out here grabbing for wings like you're cool ranch?" A short tsk of the tongue fumbles into a flinch and a sputter with the other's next admission. Delusion? Maybe both-

"Bro- th'fuck? That's..." Impossible? Unbelievable? Something that every bristled edge that made him so coarse in manner from all the callouses collected from Earth rose to dispute like the side winding of a porcupine's tail? He'd jerked up straight again, though Lucifer's wings weren't budging even with a restless, preliminary elbowing. Expression sapped of its previous raw glisten drifted down listlessly to squint at the fallen angel and the purple tint his red gaze took with the blue undertones of heaven's shadows.

"...that's really all we are to you, huh?"

A flash of teeth shone white and sharp between them, poised to snap and sever whatever loose thread hung between them like the strings he sometimes found on the sloppy amount of his robes' sleeve fabric. "Toys? Toys to break, because if you can't have us- no one else can, right? That your big reveal, bud? 'Cause you're right-" The helmet clinked at his side as he shifted his weight around restlessly and lifted a free talon to jerk a sharpener thumb up under the other's chin. With a firm press to crane Lucifer's head back so he could drop the scarred edges of his gaze down into the lower perch of the other's perception, he admits-

"-that is fucking stupid ~ "

[hellfireconcert]

@micsmasmuses

It had been five years since everything went down, Eddie’s name was cleared of the murder accusations as it was claimed he and his friends had escaped from a serial killer, which wasn’t entirely untrue, he had left Hawkins with his uncle, forced to leave behind his chance at happiness. But life was a funny thing, it was full of twists and turns, surprises. The metalhead had never expected to find out that the boy he was in love with seemed to love him back, and that just as they had found each other he was ripped away. His last memory of Hawkins was his final night, filled with passion and love with the only boy that had ever had his heart. Neither of them had thought of the risk, in all honesty Eddie had thought being on testosterone would render him infertile so he hadn’t really realised it was a possibility, but now he had a permanent reminder of that night, of his heart, a beautiful little girl.

But here he was, back in Hawkins. Uncle Wayne had suffered a heart attack a few months earlier, leaving everything to Eddie and Stephanie, it wasn’t a lot but combined with what Eddie had managed to make from working as a mechanic it was enough to start over. He had bought the old garage, there was enough space in the back that the pair could live in there until he was able to get them a home, refusing to return to the trailer park. Of course rumours quickly spread that Eddie the murderer was back within a few days of them being back, he didn’t know if any of his old friends were still around, making the choice not to seek Steve out for fear he had found himself a wife and family.

The pair were walking down the street hand in hand, Eddie’s hair was still long and curly but was currently tied back, he was still dressed very much the same as he did back in the day except he was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt and only the leather jacket, not the denim vest. Stephanie on the other hand was dressed just like her dad but with a little denim vest that was covered in pony patches that Eddie had clearly custom mad for her and she was wearing a pink shirt that had ‘girls play basketball too’ written on it. She had Eddie’s large brown eyes but her hair was a lighter shade of brown with soft curls and a pink baseball cap with another pony on it. That was when it happened, they had been approaching the grocery store when Steve walked out of it, Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. “Papa?” Stephanie questioned as she looked up at him, trying to figure out why he stopped walking as Eddie just stared at Steve, frozen in place.

[fxntasmagoria]

@micsmasmuses continued from here :))

"Thanks Beej. Appreciate the compliment." Violet rolled her eyes and then rested her chin to her knees. "This house is driving me crazy." She was drained in every sense of the word. From her parents to Tate and every other ghost in the home. "I just need a break but im trapped here."

[infernalight]

@micsmasmuses gets a blitz in a shitty disguise.

Blitz knew he should have just kept the book with him, though with Millie and Moxxie having had the night off, Loona didn't think it was a good idea to go to the human world alone without anyone else to help look after the book -- which is fair.

Though, with his phone now dead and him stuck in the human world, he kind of wondered why he just didn't insist her coming along with.

Coming up with a disguise on the spot, he knew he needed to find an electronics store, a way to charge his phone before reaching out to Loona. Though, he had already taken a wrong turn three times and found himself rather lost in this big of a town.

[froggarolli]

@micsmasmuses || BF-F-F-F's forever [ Closed Starter ]

Fizzarolli was a spoiled diva. Walking around in silken robes in your huge apartment every day gave you a certain comfort that was difficult to stray from. Because while Mammon took most of the dough that came rolling in, he always kept his favourite gilded clown happy and content, to keep him hooked on that lavish lifestyle...

So it really took a lot for Fizz to keep a low profile in Imp City. He wanted to come rolling in with a limo and really give the newspapers a new headline, but his last experience with getting kidnapped had him reconsider that option. Sure, this wasn't the Greed ring... but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't shook from the experience. Today, he'd truly be "super low-key".

Walking up to the scrappy building he hit the intercom to the I.M.P. Office, speaking into the receiver with slight hesitance. He knew that Moxxie and Millie worked for Blitzø, and after he and Asmodeus had roasted the two of them when they tried to have a romantic evening at the club... Followed by Millie knocking the lights out of him... well, he couldn't say he looked forward to meeting either of them.

❧ "Uh... Blitzo— Blitzø. You there? It's Fizz. You gonna let me in?"

He was well-raised and was not about to powerhouse his way into the place, even if he saw that there was a brand new hole in the side of the building. What the fuck.

[geraniumshurricane]

cont. from here || @micsmasmuses

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Parting from her lips made him pout slightly but the blush on her cheeks makes him happy. Having her in his arms felt like he was invincible and nothing could stop him. He sways her slightly as his lips still brushed and curled into a smile with Meryl in his arms.

❝ I couldn't help it, I'm sorry. ❞

He's unsure if she wants to be released but if she did he was more than happy to let her go because the words he was about to speak may not be true.

❝ I thought ... I heard you whisper you loved me? Or that I was yours? -- I got a little too excited didn't I? ❞