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|🚬| Yoink~!

What did she miss? She was passed out drunk—

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐈𝐍

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❝ M͏a̸y̨ ͡I sp͡e͡ak ͜now̴? ❞ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀・・・・★ 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 ★ ・・・・ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀✘ «❮❰【 Å̶̬l̵̲͠ạ̷̋s̵͕̾ṯ̵́ǒ̷͎r̵̛͚ 】❱❯» ✘ ✘ #HazbinHotelRP ✘ #HHRP ✘ #HelluvaBossRP ✘ #HBRP ✘ #MVRP ✘

Just your average exorcist, you know how it is—

Obligatory RP info pin - HH/HB OC - No minors - Will match RP style - Multiship with chem - Canon/OC friendly - OK with darker themes but please ask - Not lewd focused/lewd in DMs only with chem Art by xiipidraws on Twitter

“𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 in 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, and a giggle in 𝐦𝐲 talk,𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕 Make the 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 go 'round, 'round, 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big-eyed lady To make 𝙷𝙸𝙼 act so funny, make ’𝚒𝚖 spend 𝚑𝚒𝚜 money Make ’𝚒𝚖 feel real loose Like a long-necked goose Like a lady,oh baby, that's a-what 𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂!” 💜&🔁

“They deserve to rot down there till we kill them again!” #MVRP #HBRP #HHRP #OCRP

“mehmehmeh- Hellborns.” She grumbled slightly as she finished up what she was writing. Tossing the imp’s journal back to her. “Yeah yeah, here, got what I needed from it!”

The exorcist simply watched as his glasses slipped, and fell. Staying quiet for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Clutching her stomach as she began to snort. One hand digging into the bar counter as she kept laughing. “YOU- HAHA- OOO, VEEERY SCARY!~”

The exorcist was busy sketching, looking through the notebook before jumping slightly. “WHO?-“ She screeched before glancing at the imp. “. . . Uh yeah? Kinda need it to sketch? Duh?-“

// AHEM— Just yet the most typical of days! … not really- a certain exorcist was getting D R U N K off her ass—. Seems everything’s starting to weigh on her now! Maybe not current things but, still things—

╭──────────.★..─╮ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ꜱʜɪᴛᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ╰─..★.──────────╯ "ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴏʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ! ʏᴇᴀʜ!"

❝ 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. ❞ Canon/independent portrayal of Adam from Hazbin Hotel

// AHEM- The exorcist, ever the lover for journalism and learning, decided to learn something new! How? By stealing a random object from some random imp she saw! They looked strange, but oh well! Now she gets to sketch, listen to eighties music, and chill out!

Oh yeahhh, go outside, take a nice stroll, it’ll be fun! WELL IT ISNT NOW— The exorcist and her companion were now lost in the woods—. “Just a little stroll,” YEAH RIGHT— She doesn’t like nature T H I S MUCH—

“Considering what you’re packing.. I’ll take my chances. ~” She replied as she began to laugh. Snorting occasionally as she waved her hand slightly. “Is that so huh? I’m /sooo/ scared, mothy-“

((♡ for a one lined starter))

“. . . Ha, I’ve seen better.” She replied to his last statement as she shrugged. Placing the spear right back beside her as she drummed her fingers against the bars counter. “It’s a simple answer, I like the drinks. Can’t find anything like this in heaven… weirdo.” She said as she glanced at—

|🚬| Not so graciously yoinked.~

The angelic being was too focused on her practicing (and not the music, totally). After a solid moment, did she finally notice the other! Slowly turning and craning her neck to stare at the big thing—. Slowly nodding as she slowly blinked… “huh… WHAT THE FUCK—“

In a sudden blur, said spear was pointed at the Moth’s face. “I WILL SPEAR THAT UGLY RIGHT OFF YOUR FACE.” She suddenly shouted as she stared, eyes narrowed before pulling her spear away. “What’s it— Uggh, lucky I showed restraint.” Ignore her unsteady hands as she could barely hold up her spear—

// ECK- Just your ordinary day in hell. Bullets are echoing, screams are ringing. On days like these, you wouldn’t expect to find a lone exorcist currently getting shitfaced. Except- that’s exactly what’s going on! A lone exorcist, spear in hand, lazily twirled as she takes a shot of, something—

// A. H E M— Just your average day, of course! Birds are singing, flowers are blooming! On days like these, typically an angelic being would be blasting 80’s music while practicing her spear-fighting technique! . . . Hey speaking of that, there’s one now!

The exorcist, simply raised an LED eyebrow as she shrugged. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to, HA, stupid!” Tossing her spear up into the air as she grabbed her journal. “Plus you uh— No offense, wouldn’t be much of a kill—“

//take-a this-

Said exorcist was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time! She was, keyword was, writing in her journal. Which was now on the ground as she stared at it. “. . . You little SHIT I’LL KILL YOU—“ Instantly turning around before staring at the sinner before her. “. . . Oh. . . Well then—“

🩸 Cannon characters that give ocs a change are fucking amazing ill say it once ill say it twice.

//Stolen and wanna interact with all my followers! ^^

The servant to the Goddess of Power. Dinraal

// changing this account rq-

❝ Daddy's been gone a while, But that don't mean nothing's changed.~ ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

┆✦ʚ The rage in me is 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡. ɞ✦┆

❝ The brightest stars... Often burn out the fastest.~ ❞ [ ❤️ & 🔁 ? ]

“QUIT IT.” Shouted as he tightly gripped her wrist. The vultures hopping a few paces away as they watched.

“I’m doing neither, spray me again and I’ll throw bones at you.”

Cue the angelic beast snarling as he batted away the perfume-

“. . . Hm, when was the crucifixion?” Said as he watched the vulture approach. Staying wary as it growled, Iaoth in turn growling back. “Funny thing, vultures are.”

He smells like a walking corpse, they tend to stick close to him. Necrotic digits gently petting their beaks as he growled alongside them.

He usually brings them in. He likes vultures.

( THRONE. ) He is, currently petting a vulture.

[ THRONE. ] Awakened from his slumber, hands dragging along the ground. He was tired, and hungry.

[ THRONE. ] Awakened from his slumber, hands dragging along the ground. He was tired, and hungry.

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽? 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰? 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭. bsky.app/profile/bles...

ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ

She's grasping at straws here. I didn't even advocate killing my own kid, and he was the first murderer-