#𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮. ⸻  independent And Private Lucifer Morningstar of Hazbin

His eyes widened and the relief he'd felt at finally confessing how he felt about the other disappeared in a puff of smoke at Angel's response.

"No- " he started then immediately stopped himself, the word catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he chuckled low in his throat.

He was in love with a dumbass apparently. Though, he should've already known that.

"Hmm, yeah, you're right. It was a stupid thing to say," he finally said, leaning his elbow on the bar and tilting his head to look at Angel, an easy smile on his face.

@helluvahotpot ⸻ Drinking starters. / Accepting

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞ husk to angel dust

Angel Dust was hanging around Husk again, just drinking and chatting. For once in a while Angel had the day off so he was mostly relaxed and chilled out. A glass of something in his hand as he took sips of it. His eyes watching as Husk downed a bottle or maybe it was two. It wasn’t anything new to him, Husk usually drank a lot, so Angel didn’t say anything about it.

When the words came out of Husk’s mouth, Angel just grinned, letting out a soft laugh. “ Well, no shit ya like me. ” He replied, taking it as if Husk really liked him as a friend.  “ I mean I wouldn’t be sitting right here havin’ a drink with ya if ya didn’t like me. ”  

Husk looks Lucifer up and down a moment, eyes lingering on the armful of ducks with a look of slight distaste on his face.

"I'm good," he finally says, only briefly worrying about the consequences of rejecting something from the King of Hell. But ultimately not caring because there was no way in hell he was taking one of those stupid ass ducks.

❝Hey, you! You look like you need a duck friend!❞ Lucifer is holding a handful of his rubber ducks in his arms.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

ind . zestial account , mutuals only , as written by jack .

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"Yes, but people expect that from me." He lounges back on the sofa, stretching one leg along the length of it. "I am the Drama of the Vees. I make the messes and Vox and you-" here he reaches across the space between them to tap the tip of her nose. "Clean it up for me."

@helluvahotpot sent,  ❝  Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain.  ❞   /   tumblr text posts part two

  ❝ I did not just hear that shit out of your mouth, Valentino. I did not just fucking hear that from the guy who chases after whores. babe, if something is wrong with my brain, what’s your god damn excuse? ❞

I can't put in words how self serving this is but honestly- who else is volunteering to be the owner of that third glass? 🙋‍♀️

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Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

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.

Starter Call

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