❝IT'S GONNA BE A HAPPY DAY IN HELL!❝ ››› charlie morningstar. princess of hell and owner of the hazbin hotel. a roleplay account set in the hazbin/helluva verse. another muse of #pαѕтelpαlleтeѕ.

The Reincarnation of Dracula -Soma Cruz from Castlevania -15 years RP experience -Friendly mun -N/SFW RP -Mostly RPs Castlevania, Fate, Touhou, Rosario + Vampire but is open to more verses -RPs through DM because of social anxiety

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. . . Kinda. It's hard to explain. [Sniff.] Yeah, you reek like a demon, so I supposed I should have clocked that, but...eh. [Shrug.]

[Behind him in a sudden moment, and kicks him right in the back of his legs, to knock him to the ground!]

[Disappearing....???? Where'd she go?]

Honekoneko. I'm-- surprised you got your claws on it. . . considering I usually kill anyone who tries to touch it.

Ugh. I hate guys like you! Maybe I'll call up my sister so she can sh00t you! [She growls, seeming agitated.] ((i really need to get good at fight rp so im procrastinating LOL ))

You like the plushie? I suppose I could give you the information to get one of your own. . .

Hey. Give that back.

I mean like, you're-- human. Right?

[Usually, people have AT LEAST questions. But, whatever.] I'm usually in the business of killing evil spirits and demons, but... since you're just a guy, I won't go lethal. If I can help it.

But what usually comes up is weird kink shit, is my point. Plus, I don't need to know I'm awesome, because I already know!

[Removing her stockings, which transform from fabric into dual blades. She gets into a swords stance, perfected by time and experience.]

(( I know nothing of both, but fair.)) Would you.. like to?

It's never me enjoying myself or having fun having sex. It's ALWAYS some weird kink shit.

. . . Huh. What about... Swordsmanship? [She likes to fight, even if she could cream any human who stands in her way, it'd make sense for her to be interested, at least.]

. . . Yeah. Thanks for bringing it up, jackass.

...Fighters? Like, underground UFC? Or...what?

Not your fault that your stomach sucks, I guess. [Another bite into cake, chewing thoughtfully. She hasn't had many conversations with humans that weren't-- y'know...people she was buying sweets from.] Uhm. What do you for...work?

. . . [She does not understand men. At all. Every day, she understands them LESS and LESS.] Thanks. . . I guess.

... You're NOT mocking me??? [Even her own sister mocks her for shit like this, so this is...weird.]

[Planting her fork into the cake, taking a bite. Mmm... Poke cake was underrated as hell.] Yeah yeah, get all your jokes out now.

I'm Stocking. Like... The socks that go up on the walls at Christmas.

Never heard of you in my life. [Why is she even conversing with a weak gutted moron? She opens her purse and pulls out... a full slice of cake and a fork. For herself, of course.]

I totally believe you. [Being sarcastic, placid and monotone.]

If your guts get ruined from WATER and CHOCOLATE POWDER, you probably aren't even that strong to begin with, now that I have a second to think.

WHY'D YOU DRINK MORE OF IT, THEN????

You're an idiot for drinking it KNOWING that and still drinking it.

. . . [Reluctantly shaking his hand.] Good game...

Putting water in hot chocolate should be a crime punishable by public execution, and people should throw a parade after every execution because the criminal is fucking no longer among the living! [Throws the cup at the wall.]

Damn it, it's like I can't get a leg up on you today.... [She sighs, falling backwards onto her back, groaning in despair.]

What in the FUCK do you mean it "doesn't have milk"? It's fucking hot chocolate!? [Holding the cup.]

[Distraction while she rolls down her stocking to do what she does best.] You earned it, after all.

Never seen a more cowardly man in my life. Give ME the hot chocolate, I'll pound that shit back, I don't give a shit.

Take a cookie. [...What?]

[She almost throws up in rage. Stay compos-- Nope. A groan of agitation.] [Slightly shaking, as the reality of "GAME!!!" appears on the screen.]

[Annnnd recovery! She picks a very weird moment to do it, so she panics that she'll lose for a second when the calculations in her mind are a bit off!]

[She definitely thinks he's a try hard, but whatever. We ball. They're neck and neck, the timer counting down...] ((i have not played smash in a LONG time so forgive me for not knowing much lol ))

[She's been doing research about the game during her off time, so she can sorta fake being serious about it, to grab the attention of those who would drop money on her.] [Clicking F.D, she rolls her neck. Here we go. She's been practicing, and is-- surprisingly pretty good? At least she's ++

[Almost loses it. Almost. She shrugs, swallowing back the laugh that threatened to emerge.] Final Destination or are you okay with a different stage?

[Visibly cringing, but it does disappear as she picks up her controller, which is fully customized. She's at least 5% excited, because Panty NEVER wants to play with her.] I mean. . . it makes sense. [She picks Incineroar.] No items, I'm guessing?

[She wants to punch him so bad.] ... You wanna play against me? [She has a bunch of different characters she's tried out, but her main might surprise you.] I main Incineroar.

((might redo my pinned but as stated in my bio, NO MINORS ALLOWED! ! !))

[She's gotten into gaming lately. Mostly to impress idiot men and steal their cash via streaming, but she's actually been having fun, lowkey.] D'you....play Smash?

Maybe if you're good. [She's deadpan as she says that, the almond cookies between her fingers tossed into her mouth without any regard to share.] ...You play video games or anything?

. . . [Stares at him. The audacity to burst into her home demanding her sister, and then ask for a cookie?] Tch, men have like, no manners. I figured you'd know better by now.

. . . Sure. I guess. [A sigh, as if it'd be a burden to her to have Brief around. Since, well, having her sister's ginger boytoy around doesn't sound fun.] [Another cookie from the box, into her mouth. Gomp.]