(I HAVE MUUUUUUUSE) /THUMP!/ /THUMP!/ /THUMP!/ "𝕊𝕙𝕙𝕙~ 𝕊𝕙𝕙𝕙, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕗'𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖~" ❤️ for a starter! (May be lewd!) 🔁 to spread the word! ❤️+🔁 to plot or rp in dms!

"ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕪 /𝕊ℍ𝕀𝕋/-!" Claws raked across the headboard. Like a snarl from a wolf. "ℍ𝕖 𝔻𝕀𝔻ℕ𝕋 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕌ℙ 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?!" Valentino took a breath, and lit up a cigarette. He would have to get dressed first.

STARTER CALL! /Click./ /Clack./ /Click./ You know that sound, don’t you, baby~? The sound of Daddy’s stilettos. He’s on his way to visit you whether you want him to or not. ❤️like for a starter on the timeline! 🔁 to spread the word! ❤️+🔁 to plot in DMS!

STARTER CALL! /Click./ /Clack./ /Click./ You know that sound, don’t you, baby~? The sound of Daddy’s stilettos. He’s on his way to visit you whether you want him to or not. ❤️like for a starter on the timeline! 🔁 to spread the word! ❤️+🔁 to plot in DMS!

(Are there people here to roleplay with?)

(That was the worst-)

(READER) is watching TV. INTRODUCING: LOVE POTION 3.0! The Vees couldn’t even be bothered to change the marketing. “Hehe~ W-what should I say~?” "𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕪'𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥~" Two demons, tall, each sporting a tight, athletic frame and impressive assets on camera.-

Wanders from dimension to dimension looking for.... something that she won't reveal. Lyra de Salém, The Witch ________________________________________________ this is a temporary pinned. oh man. i quite missed rping on the internet; so i'm back, this time free from twitter! :^)

(Bro I checked that starter call and all the accounts are dead, here’s another.) "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖, "𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠" 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥~?" ❤️for a starter here on the timeline! 🔁 to spread the word! ❤️+🔁 for a DM! (I’m extremely literate but prefer to match detail, please, write with me!)

(Angel) sauntered through the lobby traipsing his way to the now actual kitchen. /Click./ He was rummaging for snacks and came back with another of those cheap popsicles. They had real food now but…theyd grown on him! …had he heard the door lock? /Clack./ /Click./ No. No no no. It was 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

"𝕋'𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕒...𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖~?" A strong jawline, but delicate features. His eyes glowing in the afterglow of a rave past its zenith. He was stunning, but the devil often was. "𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝~?"

(Im getting to this first cause someone liked it)

(Hiya! Doc here, we gonna rp-)

"𝕐𝕖𝕤, '𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥'𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟'...~" He spoke idly, sipping a flute of champagne while the up and comer…did her work. "𝔹𝕦𝕥...𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕪'𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕗'𝕞𝕖." He smiled smugly…proof beauty could still be disgusting. Eyes flaring. "𝗜𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗩𝗼𝘅."

It was a ponderous thing, that tiny light of a cigarette burning near thirteen feet up. Like a will-o-the wisp waiting to ferry your soul away. Only for the cheap sodium Street lamp to flicker to life and reveal a four armed demon. A purveyor and tradesman in souls and sex and sin. 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗼.

"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖." The crop snapped against Valentinos obsidian hand. He didn’t even flinch. A tower of cruel perfection.

"𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝~" Claws trace the curve of the spiders jaw. One demon recalling bruises and broken bones…and the other tenderly remembering the very same. Those mismatched eyes couldn’t even blink. "𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲~"

"𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪'𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥..?" More and more black clad minions piled on until Husk couldn’t move at all… "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪~" Angel was there. Shining like a jewel…in Valentinos hands… ...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆.

STARTER CALL! Valentino is prowling the streets looking for someone to "play with" in his own way~ ❤️to be found 🔁to be fun 🔁+❤️to...I dunno, what, NSFW? DM? Just do it coward.

"Now, now, is that any way to act after picking a fight with ALL of Heaven and dooming everyone you love?" Alsstor the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. Independent portrayal based on mainline canon. Semi-Detailed Semi-literate HHRP HBRP MVRP HH/HB OC's welcome and encouraged ♡

💢🔥~₩Ɽ₳₮Ⱨ₣ɄⱠ JɄĐ₲Ɇ~🔥💢 ⛥ - Indie portrayal of Satan from Helluva Boss ⛧ - Writer is 20+ years old ⛥ - SFW only! ⛧ - Crossover friendly ⛥ - Selective shipping #HelluvaBossRP #HazbinHotelRP #MVRP

“Angel is at the hotel, sir. We can’t get in…contact.” His day came to a screeching halt right there. How very aggravating. "𝔻𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥'𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥'..." Rotating one hand, he started closing in. Eyes 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴. "...𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘂𝗽?"

He ABSOLUTELY heard that. He shrugs, the long moth tongue is licking the HELL out of that gun.

"Boss you want me t’hit these fucks wit a lil nitros before I get workin’?” There were two sides to Valentinos business. Drugs and Sex. And right now as he zipped up his boots he was managing the former. And that idea had him grinning. "𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙...𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥'𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕤~"

He slipped his arms into the sleeves of his dress shirt buttoning it with his lower set of arms as he adjusted his tight white dress pants with his upper set. "𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥'𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥." He picks up one of his guns examining the engraving. A beautiful hand cannon. "𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟, 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖~"

"ℍ𝕞..? 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥'𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟'𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕗'𝕒 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣." “You’ve got it boss.” He was sat on the corner of his bed, his hellphone on, out of reach. There was a whore behind the door, waiting for his demand. Pleading she could fulfill it. "𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕟."

"ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕥, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖~? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕒 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟~?" Clawed hands fan out over (READER), Valentino pressing his body close, eyes glowing with a ravenous crimson gloam. "𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕪𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥~? 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴~"

(I’m sorry y’all- Muse has been low and it’s so enticing to go to Twitter cause I’ve got a bunch of followers and friends and such-)

You don't look. You just don't. A new arrival in hell, seduced by the curiosities of a pleasant, rhythmic shuddering in the ground...had found Valentino. The demon he was straddled overtop of didn't even have a head anymore. /THUD. THUD. THUD./ He was just pounding chunks of brain into asphalt.

It was wise council to keep in mind who this was. Thirteen feet tall, body sculpted to heights of nearly eight hundred pounds of muscle. Despite the light way he moved, his disrepute...he was enormous. The pimp roused from his card table, emerged through curtains of smoke towards (READER).

STARTER CALL! (Hi y’all I’m alive but grad school is HAAAAARD) "𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜~💋” ❤️for TL starter! 🔁 to be awesome! ❤️+🔁 to plot in DMs!

(Im alive ive gotta post more-) "𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜. 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℙ. /ℂℝ𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾/." All they could see were those shiny leather boots. One lifting to raise Angels chin. "𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟'. ℂ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕦𝕡."

Claws drum incessantly on the arm of the chair. Where has Angel been anyways?

Okay, I won’t! You can hide at my place!

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙒 𝙁𝙊𝙍, 𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙀𝙏𝘾 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀2:49 ————|——— - 4:05 ⠀⠀⠀↻ ◁ II ▷ ♡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɴ!

To: Angel-Cakes ❤️ 📲 Dozen appointments tonight, sugar~💋 📲See you soon. 2 missed calls. 📲Angel, we’ve talked about this. 6 missed calls. 📲Pick up the phone SLUT 📲YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST BLOW ME OFF 📲YOU THINK YOURE HOT SHIT? I OWN YOU. Three hours later: 📲Daddy didnt mean it, call me back, k~? 💋

(If only there was something we could do….)

(Your sims after you steal the pool ladder)

(I wanna write angst)

He’s on the TL, on a nice street corner. He’s being a pimp right now, the girls are doing a “car wash”.

"𝕀𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕~" His tone is genial, sappily sweet, sympathetic maybe? He LOOMS standing thirteen feet tall, and smiles a mouthful of fangs to make a shark green with envy. "𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟~"

When he arrived, he appeared just in time for one of the strippers taking a seat on Valentinos lap. Seeing Vox, she tried to get up and run off, Valentino easily grabbed her and pulled her back into his lap, eyes slipping closed as he heard Voxs voice. Taking a deep drag off his cigarette. -

For: @electricadomini.bsky.social It had been a long time. Perhaps long enough that Vox thought he might’ve gotten away with things. Hidden his 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀 beneath a placid facade of perfection. But here it was, an “invitation” to Valentinos own studio. Vox might have, but Valentino hadn’t forgotten.

He’s flying around, delicately suspended on air currents until- Smack! "ℍ𝕦𝕙?! ℕ𝕪𝕪𝕪- 𝔾𝕘𝕗𝕗!! ℕ𝕪𝕖𝕙!" Struggling, fluttering! Wings attempting to flap! He’s stuck. Face goes deadpan. "𝕀𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜- 𝕆𝕙 𝕟𝕠- 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡-"

He’s flying around. No one put out any bug zappers or he’ll kill you.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁..?" The room almost choked her. The smoke from so many sources was thick. “Vox…is…ah…” He lounged there, the almost psychedelic reality of his thoughts organizing with effort. Putting the mask back on. "ℍ𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟' 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥𝕤..?" “Yes…yes sir.”

“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜…𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩…” He shook his head. Muttering over an ill-remembered lesson he had given to his son. “𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩…𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣.”

📲Next time I’m in gluttony we can drink some. 📲You know me, though. I’m only in it for the pleasure of the thing. 📲Need any drugs? xoxo