Mains List: ( I am okay with doubles for interactions, but picky about doubles for ships )

Muse Information:

⛤Written In #Stardust⛧ ✩‧₊˚✧[ 𝄞 ]✧˚₊‧✩ 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 | N/SFW | Dead Dove Selective | Plot Driven | Semi-Canon Literate | Para/Multipara 𝐀𝐂𝐄 Spectrum ♪Read The Information Below 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 Interacting!♪

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 n̴̪͇̦̒̓͋͐́ë̷̬̠̪̦͖̠̗̻̩͖͙̦̬̼̯͒̏́͒͗̇͌̄̏̉̔̏͑̌̑͝ė̷͙̘͎̟̺̯̈̓̓̇̃̉̓̕͝ď̸̹̹̭͙͙͎͔͑̓̊̀̈́̑͌̈̔̈́͋̃̃̓͘!"

//I also feel like I wanna reset all of Al's relationships...

//I really wanna rp here, but I hate the fact that you barely get notifications from this app. It makes it hard to remember I even have it.

His gaze cast over towards her as she spoke and lingering behind his crimson pools was subtle disgust. Alastor broke contact before any of his feelings could manifest. The revulsion he felt at her words were directed at those she referenced and not her. [...]

He folded the letter up once he read it, placing it in a drawer were all of the notes she's left him were gathered. Alastor was not the type to keep material possessions, however, he was never able to bring himself to discarding such thoughtful epistles. [...]

"Of course it's safe to leave. You're in my company and no one in their right mind would dare to stop us." Part of him wondered if he was telling her, or trying to convince himself. Over the last seven years the newer sinners were a lot more bold then they had been when he first arrived. [...]

"Worried?" A soft snicker. "That silly little shadow must be losing his edge. He should know better than to worry about me." Alastor pulled away, gently tapping his finger against the end of her nose. "As should you, my dear. There is no one in Pride who can stand against me."

Alastor was tired, and still, there were things that needed to be done. He hadn't taken any time for himself, let alone his beloved doe, of who he missed dearly. Barely a moment of granted reprieve. [...]

"Darling, this is Hell," He repeated the same mantra he repeated in his head when faced with a difficult decision, "There's nothing wrong with bending a few rules... /if/ you do so safely." He couldn't imagine being cooped up in the hotel all the time. It would grow tiresome. [...]

💫: Hello! This account is not meant for MVRP, as I've stated in my bio and pinned. It isn't my cup of tea. So, if you're not part of Vivziepop Verses (HB/HH/ ZP), could ya please give me an unfollow? Thanks 💜

💫: Hello! This account is not meant for MVRP, as I've stated in my bio and pinned. It isn't my cup of tea. So, if you're not part of Vivziepop Verses (HB/HH/ ZP), could ya please give me an unfollow? Thanks 💜

Such a silly holiday, indeed! It is pure insanity that the majority of couples only show appreciation for each other one this particular day when it should be shown throughout. However, he wouldn't mind spending the day with his favorite doe in his arms. If she wishes~

"Yes. Days like this could certainly use a little livening up, don't you think?" There was that sinister look in his eyes again. "Care to accompany me?"

Curiosity killed the cat. Luckily, this wasn't a lesson Lettie had to learn firsthand. There was no doubt in the demons mind that she knew something was wrong, but Alastor had grown used to the burning sensation that settled around his neck. [...]

"Oh, I am quite well!" He flashes a toothy smile as he steps backwards as she regains her balance. "And how are you?"

Deer are faster! But, he wasn't planning on getting away! Once rounding the corner, he stops, catching Orchid mid sprint. "Why, hello, dear!"

Alastor was calm, sipping at his tumbler of Sazerac rye, calming disputing any suspicion that may arise. Did he know he was being followed? Of course he did. He never planned to let her get close enough to overhear any important details. [...]

"Oh, I think about you all the time, Angel." Were they nice thoughts? No. Not really. One of the habits he developed after he started killing was imagining what he would do to those that annoyed him. And with Angel's porno persona. That meant the spider had been on his mind a few times. [...]

Not fast enough! Alastor is rounding the corner.

Well, now he was walking faster!

How a person such as Angel Dust existed, he had no clue. The spider was Alastors kryptonite. His polar opposite. If he was a vain(er) man, he'd say Angel was created specifically to spite him and for no other purpose. [...]

"Wₑ wₐᵢₜ."The shadow's reply came out in a light hiss. A command rather than a suggestion. The meeting was important, and as much of a smooth talker as Alastor were, the woman he was with was impatient. If she caught wind of Lettie, she would ask for her death. [...]

He is NOT being suspicious. Not. At. All.

💫: If I have you blocked on Twitter or any of my other accounts, DNI here. I'm not doing this whole "Fresh Start, No Drama" thing. You had your chance. Respect that I don't want to interact. Please & Thank You.

"Why, of course! Anything in Hell is safe to consume if you try hard enough." He replied with a chuckle. "I assure you this is a standard recipe. There is no need for concern."

Alastor was excruciatingly aware of her hand placements. As he always was when he allowed someone close to him. To share the intimacy of his personal bubble. Her touch had once made his skin crawl, but that was in the past. Mostly. He still had his moments. [...]

The moment the word left his mouth, he knew she'd end up cracking a joke or hundred about the sausage. How someone's mind could constantly be thinking about sex or sexual innuendos was beyond him. Alastor had never been that way. [...]

💫: Friendly reminder that Alastor's culture has more than Jambalaya. Just because he said Jambalaya in the pilot doesn't mean that's the only thing he can cook.

💫: Since I did a lil shoutout on twitter, I'll do one here too for all my accounts: My last verse sucked. Especially the group I fell in with. I was often left on the sidelines unless I was using Yancy, my main muse. If I didn't want to do the ships they wanted, no one interacted with me. +++

💫: The holidays are fucking me up as I work retail. I'll reply as I get time.

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// What if... I redid my pinned again? Or at least organized it better.

Little crackles of static followed the spiders comment. Great idea, Charlie! Let's show a little more compassion towards the hotel guests! Why had she pointed out Angel Dust? Other than the fact he was one of the two people he knew nothing about and he was more likely to start conflict... [...]

Protection from Royals, the Vee's, and other Overlords? A soft snicker. "Do you realize who I am? Or, perhaps you need another introduction?" Maybe the Leviathan's height meant he was struggling to hear Alastor? [...]

His eyes narrowed, summoning his staff & leaning against it, lazily blinking towards Sebb. "It just seems strange that you're offering me weapons that can hunt 'Leviathan class entities' but, here you are, asking for protection for your precious cargo? Whats stopping you from defending it yourself?"

The shade was quick to separate, its smile growing as it darted over to the doe, looming over her. Their head tilted to the side as they examined her. She was nice!

What was it with the demons in this hotel making weird comments? Latex in the food? Certainly it was meant as a joke but Alastor found the mere mention of it repulsive. She must've been used to it. Always making those remarks... [...]

While it was known that Alastor was a dealmaker, he didn't make deals for the fun of it! Or, well, occasionally he did, but, only if it purely benefitted him. Alastor wasn't certain what this leviathan could offer. "Hmmm? To what do I owe the honor?" His response was heavily laced with sarcasm.

Gentleman as he was, Alastor would never place himself above the boys. They were the top priority of the household and by that law, they were also the better helpers. Especially Adair! Always striving to help. Rarely ever had to ask him. [...]

He wanted so badly to ask him if he were dense. But, the deer was /trying/ to be polite. And he was doing well! Or, so he thought. If people could stop getting on his last nerve when he did so, that would be great! [...]

One of the good things about mingling with the crowds he had in life is how much he'd learned. The Italian Mafia was very prominent in New Orleans, and he'd learned to listen into their conversations. Which, due to the language barrier, was rather difficult. [...]

His mother would kill him. End of story. There would be no moment of explanation. She would descend from the Heaven's and absolutely decimate him if he ever thought of poisoning perfectly good food. [...]

That sure did seem to be the topic these days! Vox and the rest of the Vee's were going to pay for broadcasting his moment of weakness. He'd make sure of that. "Oh, fine, fine. No need for concern, I assure you."