𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩. 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. 🦠 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 ... ( #mvrp / #ocrp )

" I feel like I'm not worth it. "

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 . ‎ ‎

" . . . . " Defeatedly sighing, letting him take her hand away. " A. . .alright. "

Self destruction.

She's ripping feathers out of her wings again.

" Hm? Oh, yes, though I've been transformed to look like the very armor I hid behind during my time in heaven. Angels aren't supposed to be like this. " She was talking okay through the tears, not too stuttery. " I became mad with power and. . . Love, I lost control. . It's a really long story. "

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊? 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 #OCRP • #MVRP

She's going for a walk. Perhaps the empty, neon - lit streets will help her meditate and destress.

Such a wildfire she was, now officially stomped out by heaven's finest. They are pretty good at doing that. Putting her hand up, as if to decline one of his offers. " My appearance is me now. This is how I envisioned myself after all. This is what I have become. " Sad expression included. >

* thorn. I wanted to directly juxtapose this account with the original account I did for Syn. The last was black and white and minimal with an image of an exterminator grinning. There was confidence and elegance before. So I wiped the smile off. Red, deppressive, extravagant but not exactly >

Her quietly glum expression darkens, turning her head to the side while adjusting her posture. It's felt like her tongue lately, had been removed. Always one of few words, yes, but lately she hasn't had a thing to say to anyone, really. Sighing, her head hangs more after briefly making eye >

When she crossed through into said library, she didn't sit immediately when prompted to. Instead she turned back, seeing there was no exit. Then after another brief, quiet glance around, the fallen angel slowly makes her way to the adjacent seat from her former foe's. " . . . . . . . . . . . "

* thorn. God it's honestly so good to be back holy shit, I missed this verse

How psychedelic. How trippy. Following his figure and walking through the shockingly long and winding corridor, she tucks her wings in extra tight. Part of her feels like she should be bracing for something. . . call it trauma. " . . . ?? "

. . . . . Looking up, then quietly following. Hesitant, but curious.

" . . . . . . . "

" Hell is cold. "

🥃Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴏ’ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴛᴀɪʟs🥃 Then 𝙸 came along with your 𝕊𝕀ℝ𝔼ℕ’𝕤 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 To tempt 𝚈𝙾𝚄 to 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 I thought for a while that 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 Was 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 with the 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 Of a 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 for 𝑴𝑬 𝙰𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐.. ♥︎ & ↺ #HazbinHotelRP #HazbinHotelOC #HelluvaBossRP #HelluvaBossOC

" Yes. . . .yes I remember you. " Narrowing her gaze. " We've definitely met. You might remember me by the name 'Syn'. "

" I don't deserve my wings. I should cut them off. "

Awake. But she doesn't want to be.

❝ Did you really think people were gonna be saints down here? It's called a "cutthroat" industry for a reason, Babes.~ ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

▪︎ The Radio Demon ▪︎ • A l a s t o r • |•| You're so obsessed with me |•| I knew you'd need me here to be |•| Your unwilling audience |•| When you lose your marbles in act three! |•| ¤ Independent Portayal ¤

She listened with a frown, but one that was more contemplative than upset. After some thinking, her clawed hand meets his own. " . . .Sure. You're eager to help and I do appreciate it. . . You also don't seem like you want to stab me in the back at first chance and I need someone I can trust. "

. . . . " No. . . Not at all. " She's trying to hide her face and look away. Where she's from, there'd be no tolerance of this from someone like her. Believe it or not, she used to keep others relatively in check. Now she's just sad and wrung out. " I wish I didn't survive the fall. . . "

She falls silent as he speaks, looking down as if to hide the fact she was crying again. " I am. . . grieving like I've never grieved before. " The compliment to her wings doesn't do a ton, but she seems to have warmed a little up to him from it. " Are you sure you want to get involved with me? "

" I was an angel. " She exposes her wings, spreading them out. " But I flew a bit too high and wanted too much power. When I lost control, they locked me in the dark for months. " Sighing. " When I was finally tried, they found me guilty and I was thrown from heaven. Which leads us to now. . . "

Her white, neon eyes had been crying themselves out for a while and they continued to do so quietly as she stared off and away. Only after he had finished his sentence did she make eye-contact, trying to suppress whimpers. " No. I'm n-not in danger.. I. . .I don't think you could understand. "

She looks up from the hands she had been covering her face with, glaring with a piercing neon gaze. But as indicated by the golden tears flowing under her eyes, she's clearly having a rough moment - just lying on the ground, sobbing in a defeated heap. " Go. Away. "

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . " Just. . . Leave me alone. "

I̵͔͈͋̓̂͝Ţ̶̢͈͙̟͈̟̜͍̭̈́͌͑̈͘ ̵̛̮́̋̊̔̎̿̍͂͘W̴̹͉͚͓̫̻̺̒̈́̆̍̃͋̈́͘Ą̸̧͇̯̹̝͖̣̜̄S̶̲̟̑́͆̏͜͜͝Ǹ̴̥̝͔͈̜̤̏̎̔'̶̨̳̞̭̞̖̠̲̓̀̊̌͒̐Ṫ̴̮̟̱̩͚̓͛̕͜ ̷̧̜̩͈̣̪̺̈́̾̿̿̌̍͒̕͠Ş̴̭̻̩̫͕͓̑́͌̊ͅU̶͍̒̍̎̔P̴̝̱̫̝͍̭̐̋̉̇̎͠P̶̧͈̮̣͍͍͛Ỏ̵̲̹̩̼̬̉Ş̷͇̭̥̺̗͌͆̉̈͊͑̄E̷̤̗̺̾́̍̉̀̇͝D̷̡̟͇̂́͆͜ ̴̢̢̭̬̰͓͗̄̊̍͊̃̀̽͠͝T̸̨̛̆̐̋O̴̹͈͙̥̬̤̲̤̲͛̓̈́̂̓̐͑̊̆͝ ̶̟̯̟̖͎̱̠͚́͜ͅB̷̖̞͕̠̯͚͑̅̽E̷͈̬͍̪̖̟̻̣͆̄ ̷̡̣̟̘̣͚̖̠̑̃̈̆ͅĹ̵̢̪̦̯̬̪͖̉̾͆͝ͅI̵̡̜̰̝͖̗͙̓̂K̸̨̧͚͚͙̱̫̥̾̿͛́Ȇ̸̱̘͇̅ ̵̟̰̦́́̄̄̈́̿Ţ̷̧̡͉͍̯̺̻̩͒͊̈́͂͆̅́͜H̵̻̬̒͋̋́̑͊̊̕̕͠I̸̱͚͐ͅS̵̡̗̳̫̥̠̎̾̀́̊̔̂̑̕͜ͅ

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘐, 𝘚𝘪𝘳 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥- 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘵!⁣⁣ 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘮𝘴!⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯! 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮.. ⁣ ⁣|| #SFWrp || #NSFWrp || #MVRP || #MultiverseRP || #HazbinHotelRP || #HHRP ||

" Syntych. Former exterminator. " She responds, almost glumly. " I was casted down only recently. I'm still processing it. . . . "

/ FUCK SORRY - I missed a word and had to redo-

His following words had her hugging her arms tighter and tensing. He was correct after all. She was tough enough to scare other angels off once upon a time. But that was the past, this is the now. And right now she's looking more crushed than an insect under a shoe. " I. . .I. . . " Syn has >

" Not you. Someone from my past. Who are you? " Her reply is cold, numb. There is zero emotion in her voice.

Her weapon is drawn immediately upon seeing the armored demon. . . . But in a surprising move, she tosses the spear out between them, disarming herself. There's no smile on her face, which had permanently become what her mask was before she fell. Somberly averting her eyes, she just hugs herself.

him. . . . .

i am also the queer little goat.

📌 (𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏.) ° 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖈 (𝖍𝖊/𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞) ` 𝖓/𝖘𝖋𝖜 & 𝖒𝖛𝖗𝖕 (𝖑𝖊𝖜𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖒𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖟!) ° 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞~ ` 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘!

shudder. it wasn't supposed to end up this way.

"ʙᴜᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ?" ♡ and ↻ plz .ᐟ Credit: roo_i_love64

i died .

"Illusions are the first of pleasures and the sweetest of drugs~" -#MVOC for RP -(N)SFW -Sensitive Topics (Read more Below) -Parody Account -Art by me -NO🔞MINORS🔞(DNF/DNI) -🔁&❤️are greatly appreciated.

temporary pin. 📌 _returning oc. (n)sfw × dark themes. _no minors or taboo. ❌️ | reader discretion is advised | ❌️ #HHRP / #HBRP / #MVRP