@realbrofists.bsky.social Elysia looked down at her map, humming softly as she thought. Now, where was the café?

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@harmoniousqueen.bsky.social "Oh, Miss Robin, it's wonderful to finally meet you," Elysia smiled, gently taking the woman's hands in hers, "I love your music."

"Don't take your eyes off me, okay~? ♡" ~ Elysia ( ♡ + ↻ )

So that's what 𝚈𝙾𝚄 look like At last I'd know 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 better, better than a 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 What 𝚈𝙾𝚄 are is better far than a 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 I tried to picture 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 face, but now I see 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 out of this ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 out of this 𝕊ℙℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 out of that 𝑂𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 Better, better than a 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 💜 & 🔁

@greatessstpentious.bsky.social He looks up at Pentious and Baxter always tries to be stern and clever, but this time... this time he'd thought the pompous snake had really gone and died.

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 ||

"I doubt that breaking and entering, not to mention hacking his mainframe, has placed me in Vox's good books," Baxter replied sharply, chin raised. "Of course, I knew it from the start. If we didn't do something we would of been all dead anyway. So, might as well lose my benefits in the process."

It had been a bit embarrassing for him. After all, despite his size, he tried to always seem stern and cunning, not singing in Japanese to his darling girlfriend about little goldfish. Still, he had been determined to succeed and succeed he did, to the point where Niffty was bursting with

"Oh, thank you, my little nymph," he smiled, understanding what she was trying to say, even if her analogy might come off as creepy to some. He took her hands gently in his. "And you are like the myocarditis virus infecting my heart, one that I will never cure."

“ 𝘉efore your gods knew 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 && 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 , I draw 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 with one hand

"... I understand, Boss. Orson and I will check and make sure the system is running smoothly." >"Right! We have this! I'm already inside the data!"<

"I beg your pardon," he huffed a little, waving his hand to get her to stop patting him, "I am perfectly capable of handling anyone's anger towards me. And just who are you?"

Baxter frowned. It was clear that Vox didn't know but he wouldn't fight with him over it. Just watch the tv head come crawling back to him when Shok.wav was dying, expecting Baxter to fix him. Which he would, always. He was just that good.

"Mm, yes, if they're hellborns it's fine," he admitted coldly, "Though if your models are sinners they will attempt to reform in Shok.wav's stomach cavity and possibly stick to his stomach lining. Please be careful, for his sake."

Niffty was a hard worker and he was proud of her. She was a lovely, energetic, go getter woman. So he listened, then shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "That is all quite nice," he replied, "But I was just wondering if maybe you'd... like to go out. With me. For dinner."

@oftidyterrors.bsky.social He walks out in front of her with his laptop, which he sets aside. He clears his throat and presses play on his computer for background music as he began to sing in his best Japanese for her.

Hydrangea lacecap acid trip. #blueskymonday #photography #bloomscrolling #flowers #hydrangea #eastcoastkin

I wanted to practice drawing Baxter and Niffty so I could eventually draw shippy stuff for them #hazbinhotel #madmaid

"Little I may be but I have the intelligence of many men."

Niffty and Baxter are just so cute in this. 🥹🥹🥹 Their cutest little happy smiles, i'm gonna cry- 🥹😭

Baxter's pet name for Niffty is "nymph" and everyone thinks he's trying to be sexy, but what he's referencing is the nymph stage of the cockroach life cycle. (Although Niffty does, indeed, think this is sexy)

"Bioscientist, but yes, close enough," he said with a nod. Perhaps they should be angrier at each other. After all, they had fought but this was Hell and water had to flow under the bridge at some point. They were stuck in the same world forever, whether they liked it or not.

He nods, dropping the topic. He remembered hiding, doing his best to pass. It was nerve wracking and then in the end he'd died in a stupid ship accident. "Between Val's temper and Vox's ego they need a level head. You're probably the only one who keeps things running around here."

ᅟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀—𝐈'𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓— ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ( ♡ & ↻ )

"Of-Of course I do," Baxter said, tearing at his hair a little, "You were my first.... My first..." He swore, looked away, wiped his eyes under his glasses. "S-Stupid..."

"People like me have always existed, it's just the term has changed...And we are less likely to be murdered now, but it doesn't matter right now," he shook his head. "I mean they can't take advantage of you like they can with everyone else. You may have issues with medicine but you

"I'm trans, my point still stands." Sort of. "Anyway, you're still lucky. So good luck, hope it goes better for you. Vox has my number."

"It's a bit more then just biology, but whichever. It's not like I want to be that intimate with you, even as a teacher," he shrugged. "Either way, I suppose you're lucky in that way. After this whole debacle you're probably the only sane one of the trio."

"Well it isn't my fault that your people kept misplacing the deliveries," he said, frowning, "You're going to make him sick. Do you know what happens when he actually eats a sinner? It messes with his insides when they try to reform." "So unless you want him to die you need to be careful. Sir."

"Only fifty?" he smirked, "Well then, I'm a hundred and forty-two. Perhaps I could teach you a thing or two about it." He was a bioscientist and he studied everything, including his own body. He was also not some little wallflower. Sure, he didn't sleep around because he actually hated most people,

His face twisted ever so slightly into disgust, not able to stop imagining it. He understood but it was still gross imagining someone else bleeding like that. Plus Rosie... He shuttered. "You can do it easily by just crossing your legs and thinking of something sexually gratifyingly," he said,

He's such a neat little guy. <3

"I'm not asking if you are," he said primly, adjusting his glasses, and he did ask so he wasn't going to complain about to much information. "Biologically, the pain from periods results from the uterus cramping to help expel the lining," he lectured,

Obsessed with Baxter's lil expression when people liked his creature 😭

No medicine or drugs... well shit. Baxter paused to think it over, glancing to the heating pad that she was using. Perhaps they could...but no, inventions were Pentious' thing and Baxter didn't want to ask that pompous snake. He steeped his fingers. Maybe...

"Well, I made it for myself but I know how grouchy you get around this time and when you fuss it makes Vox harsher which makes working difficult for me," he said, lecturing and gesturing with his hands. "I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, you know.

To most people, Niffty could come across a little crazy. She was fast, in both her movements and thoughts, and was hard to track, which made people nervous. Not to Baxter though. After all, he was mad too. So he smiled and gave a thumbs up.

@oftidyterrors.bsky.social "So, how is the bug band doing? Need any adjustments?" Baxter asked with a light smile.

「 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆! 」 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 ʀᴜʙʙɪꜱʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑳𝑬 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌! ↓ ♡ + ⟳ ↓ #HazbinHotelRP

No, he just watched them die then. Baxter hummed and made a note of that. Well, this was hell and Enmu was here for a reason. Guess he found his reason.

Rough ocean and high tides in Manzanita, Oregon #Photography #Monochrome #B&W #Manzanita #Oregon 📷

"Perhaps it is, but then again, I'm not one for societal niceties," he said, adjust his glasses. He reached into his pocket and offered her a bottle. "Here, after quite a bit of experimentation I created this medicine, it helps with the pain and bloated feeling. We shouldn't have to suffer." 'We'.

He sees the warm blanket, heating pad and chocolate and puts it all together. "Are you just cold or is it that time of the month?" Because of course hell would make people like them bleed.

"Of course I do, he is my creation after all and I care about his health," Baxter replied, frowning softly at the implications, "Please only feed him the meat I grew for him, it has all the nutrition he needs. Besides, you'll upset his stomach and make him cranky."

It's been a long, though fruitful day, and he can't keep experimenting through the night. So he checks on each of his experiments, then gets changed into his pajamas and climbs into bed. He sighs and he's basically asleep before his head hits the pillow.

"So you were just a murderer, basically," Baxter said flatly, wrote that down on his clipboard. Great, he'd found a really winner.

"Something like that," he admitted, frowning softly, "Did your hypnotic therapies actually work?" Hypnosis could probably help with certain mental issues but it certainly wouldn't cure cancer or a bullet wound.