@helldrip said: SMACK ( for Lucifer, with love from Alastor )
send me “SMACK” for your muse to just punch mine in the face.
He stumbled back at the impact of the punch, hands flying up to his face. Did it hurt? Yeah. Was he pissed about getting hit by the so called 'radio demon'? Oh, absolutely.
But he was above all that. (Or rather, he didn't want to get in trouble with Charlie for fighting one of her friends. Even if HE didn't start it.) In fact, the anger quickly dissolves to a pleased expression on his face as he shakes off the pain.
"Oho! So, things can get under your skin, huh? Not so unflappable now, are we, Alabastor?"
Vox is VERY old, but he is learning.
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okay, gonna dust this blog off and try to get back into it.
like this post if you want to plot with any of my muses and i'll hop into your IMs ~!
@hazbintales said: ❛ will i ever be good enough? ❜ (Stolas to Blitzo)
He needed to leave.
Being around Stolas was too hard now. He made Blitzø's skin itch- like it was too tight and he just wanted to scratch it all off til the feeling went away.
Funnily enough the feeling didn't go away as he walked away. In fact it only got worse the closer he got to the door. With every step quick step his agitation grew, the feeling growing and filling his chest til he felt like he couldn't breath.
But he knew.
He knew that if he got far enough away he'd be okay.
Or he could go back to his apartment and pretend to be okay anyway. Same difference, right? As long as no one knew there was a problem, who was to say there even was one, right?
He's so far into his head that he almost doesn't catch Stolas' words said so softly but still echoing so loud in the silence of the room.
He stopped in his tracks, hands convulsively opening and closing with agitation. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder at the other, brows furrowed in consternation.
"What? What are you talking about? Good enough for what?"
Because Stolas couldn't possibly be talking about being good enough for him. That was the stupidest thing he'd ever thought, and he'd had a LOT of stupid ass thoughts before.
He turns around fully, arms spread out in front of him in bewilderment. "What the fuck are you talking about, Stolas??"
Independent, Private, & selective multimuse blog for Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Written and loved by Alyssa
CARRD || MEMES
"What am I supposed to do with this? Shove it up someone's ass??"
He has a wagon behind him filled with rubber ducks. "Hey, you! Here's a lucky duck for you!" He shoves a rubber duck in the other's hands.
name ur muse and who you want and I'll write a starter for us. these will range from 1 sentence to several paragraphs depending on my muse and how many braincells I have left over from work.
capping at 5 for now
Alastor sat up in bed, pulling the covers away to look down at Nifty nibbling on his arm lightly, a bemused smile on his face.
"Nifty, darling, what are you doing?" he asked, otherwise seemingly unperturbed by her behavior.
@helluvahotpot
Niffty sneaks into Alastors room, climbing up onto his bed, and within moments, she is next to him and her mouth on his arm, and she nibbled slightly at his skin.
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