amischiefofmuses

[amischiefofmuses]

He's currently googling possible ways to kill Lucifer. For absolutely no particular reason, of course. Just- curious if it's even possible.

#The only way Loona is becoming a morningstar is in the very unlikely situation Lucifer puts a ring on his damn finger lmfao #Laughing Into The Void || Dash com #helluva boss cw #hazbin hotel cw #themosthatedbeingg

[amischiefofmuses]

"LET ME HELP YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

here, i'll take care of that.

why don't you sit down and let me take care of it?

you must be exhausted. i can finish up.

i know you were struggling. that's why i did it for you.

i'm your friend. it's my job to help you out.

oh, it's no trouble at all. let me take care of this.

this won't take long!

you just sit there and look pretty. i'll handle everything.

no no! i don't want you lifting a finger!

this is my way of thanking you.

i've got everything under control.

you do so much for me already. it's time for me to return the favor.

i know how much this means to you.

let me help you, dammit.

i put everything away while you were asleep.

hope you don't mind.

it was never going to get done without me.

i like helping you out.

you deserve some good rest.

it's no trouble at all.

i'll tell them. you stay there.

i've got everything under control.

figured you could use my help.

no need to thank me!

i wanted to help you out here.

i heard you needed some assistance.

they said you needed help, so i stepped in.

oh, don't mention it!

everything will be just fine once i finish this up.

you've done so much for me already.

i wanted to thank you for helping me out.

this is my show of thanks.

let me carry that for you.

don't move a muscle.

it's clear you needed some help with this.

i'm not gonna just stand here and make you do all the work.

where can i help you out?

what can i do? put me to work.

that's easy! i can do that for you.

let me try for a second.

you've done quite enough! it's time for me to take over!

i stepped in and finished the job while you were away.

i took over the project.

i saw you struggling with it. i didn't want to say anything.

oh that? that wasn't hard at all!

i care about you. i wanted to do this for you.

when's the last time you let someone help you?

you never let me help out.

you can't do everything by yourself.

listen to me. i want to help you.

i'm not going anywhere until you let me help.

this is too hard for one person.

it would mean a lot to me if you let me help.

i hate seeing you struggle alone.

#Specify muse c: #Hand It Over || Ask Meme

[amischiefofmuses]

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

#Feel free to send in for Blitzø toooo >:3 Even though I've yet to add him to my muse list and have no formatted stuff for him lmfao #Gonna reblog a couple memes before I sleep #as I've said might be slow-going so please be patient with meeee #specify muse c: #Hand It Over || Ask Meme

[amischiefofmuses]

The way her attention perked as he made his observation was telling enough. At least finally he could meet her gaze, offering her a warm expression he hoped was reassuring. Outside of his own reputation, what concern that might offer for her, he had not a doubt in his mind that the fall to hell itself was terrifying enough. Trying to navigate a world so unlike the perfection of heaven- somewhere so rife with violence, cruelty and chaos. Even after all these years here he was still disgusted by it (outside of Charlie's project here of course), he couldn't imagine it would be much different for her. Maybe it would be worth a conversation, allow her a safe space to open up about her fears, her experiences. If anyone was going to understand then he was the perfect candidate- or perhaps Vaggie, though from what he'd learned thus far she didn't exactly seem the 'feelings' sort. -- ❝You know- perhaps we could go up to my room, talk, you can sing for me there..?❞ It took a moment for him to realise just how that could sound, his finger trailing the rim of his glass idly instead nearly tipping over with a jolt. He sputtered, a hand raised and a wheezy nervous laugh spilled from him. -- ❝Not anything UNTOWARD, of course- I just- It's far less likely for you to be overheard. We can talk more freely.❞ He quickly explained, hoping she'd trust his word on that fact. Though, he certainly wouldn't begrudge her if she didn't, she had little reason to take a chance with him. -- ❝Only if you're comfortable doing so, no pressure.❞

She doesn't lift her head, but she does glance over to him. Aya had worried he'd figure it out quickly - he was the King, after all, he'd know what kind of powers were in Hell, and which ones weren't. It was a risk telling him, but he didn't seem upset, at least.

And, if things keep going the way they are, she'll be stuck down here soon enough - she'll have to tell everyone eventually. She doesn't want it to be used against her by Heaven. While she doesn't want to share why she's here, not yet, she doesn't mind risking it to help him.

"I, um.... I don't mind. If, well, if it helps." Aya says softly, finally lifting her head to look at him properly instead of staring at the bartop. "But I won't force the issue. Just... know that it's available, if you want it." An open offer of angelic comfort. Some people would kill for such a thing (around here, that may very well be literal). But he was the first one to know about her ability, the only one down here who knew.

At the end of the day, Aya has a soft heart. And regardless of what she's been told in Heaven, she doesn't like seeing suffering if she can help. Besides, considering Charlie is his daughter, Aya assumes he can't be that bad - an awful, evil, irredeemable man does not raise a daughter who has a goal of redeeming Sinners. And he certainly wouldn't be here, supporting her.

So she offers her comfort, what little good it may do. She knows it's likely a drop of water in an empty bucket, but every little bit helps, doesn't it?

#This man is such an awkward goober sometimes I s2g #bucketfullofocs #hazbin hotel cw #Reignited || Lucifer Verse #Mutterings || Thread

[amischiefofmuses]

Oops, who let this bastard creature on my blog. Surely it couldn't have been me luring him in like one might draw in a stray except with hot sauce and cheese,,,, no way.

#I have been fighting the urge forever ngl #might throw him to you fiends to send asks for to try and warm up my writing brain AND develop him- 2 for 1 special #my carrd will have to wait tho because no thanks- that's not laptop work #that's big boy pc kinda work lmfao #also there'll be no fancy graphics/borders and stuff til I get home saturday for the absolute same reason #ooc || the birb speaks #helluva boss cw

[amischiefofmuses]

OKAY FUCKOS! Here's the plan, we're done with letting ourselves linger on things we can't change in this damn household (aka, my brain), I can't let this horrid situation take away one of my favourite hobbies. SO! I'll be working on threads steadily through this week, please be patient with me as I get into the swing of things. It has been a LOT but bestie time with Feli has done so much to help me process AND!!! I finally got a therapy appointment tomorrow so there's that too! I'll be checking out new followers accounts, getting replies done regardless of how old they are. If anyone doesn't want to reply because they've lost inspo or smth then there's absolutely no pressure to do so, I know I've taken a WHILE but I'm happy to continue our stories as long as you guys are. Love you all and I'm looking forward to returning with a vengeance! >:3

#reblog for the later crowd c: #I'm gonna be poking at stuff here and there but it will be slowgoing I'm ngl #Still at Feli's place atm but I'll be heading home saturday #ooc || the birb speaks

[amischiefofmuses]

Happy Munday!! Here's just a glimpse into the vibes that occur when me and @compelledcurator get to spend time together. Despite aesthetic, she's definitely the black cat outta the two of us, I will forever be a gremlin.

#Birds Of A Feather || Feli #yes bih you're getting you're own tag now #ooc || the birb speaks #Monochrome Feathers || Mun

[amischiefofmuses]

No icon because it feels wrong to include it in this kinda post. Life has decided to throw a brand new trauma my way, one I've never had to deal with before and I just need time. I love you all and I hope I can process this enough to come back soon.

#I'm apparently in shock ??? #I get scared enough talking to official people much less all that #I'm just- fucking shut down right now feel like I'm watching myself type this #the officer was a sweetheart and left his number if I need it #I'm safe so please don't worry about me y'all I just need time #ooc || the birb speaks #mental health cw #trauma cw

[amischiefofmuses]

It's Munday! Here's some pics of me at Loch Ness from last week, finally got my hair cut but the wind did me no justice lmfao. Also been obsessed with playing around on picrew lately to relax so there's some picrew versions of me (ngl I would change the devil wings for magpie wings and horns for antlers but otherwise yeee). I've included links to these picrews under cut, as well as a shot of the jambalaya I got to help prepare and had. It's not massively authentic given I can't eat seafood, but we did follow the recipe for seafood-free jambalaya we'd found as closely as possible. Goodness it was tasty.

Fantasy picrew - RPG picrew - Worm Picrew

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We ended up using chicken and beef sausage, which is the dark 'bean-like' chunks. It was p tasty, definitely would try making it again myself one day with other ingredients (smoked sausage and chicken maybe???), even if I'm not much of a cook.

#ooc || the birb speaks #Monochrome Feathers || Mun #Had a predominantly good time away despite the bullshit lmfao #Also of course got a nessie pin to add to my jacket #food cw #scopophobia cw

[amischiefofmuses]

PSA:

You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling. 

#ooc || the birb speaks #PSA || Notes For All #this also applies to like- flirting and such with my characters #my character doesn't have to be receptive but your character can do as they please #just expect consequences if a ship hasn't been agreed upon y'know???

[amischiefofmuses]

Gonna try and get stuff done this evening but ngl I've had to block a former situationship/friend tonight because of bad shit and I'm still shaky over it. So can't promise to be at my most productive.

#ooc || the birb speaks #proud of myself but also hoping this is just the end of it - he tried calling and texting but I've ignored it aH #I hate confrontation with every fiber of my being

[amischiefofmuses]

Privacy was something the Radio Demon valued highly, even more so than the idea of being respected, in fact. To have others knowing his business was to invite danger, basis for manipulation and such tactics to be used against him. It simply couldn't be allowed. So as anyone might imagine, his room was quite the sacred space. For his eyes and no one elses. It had been bad enough that Vaggie and Charlie could enter whenever they pleased with that key of theirs, even if they weren't inclined to bother him frequently, but to find Angel rifling through his things? That was quite the intrusion. A surprising one. He assumed the spider would know better. -- ❝Now what exactly do you think you are doing, Angel? Here I thought Niffty was responsible for cleaning.❞ A sharp sarcastic response, he knew all too well that wasn't what was happening there, even if he'd yet to figure out exactly WHY he'd been taking something as innocuous as a bag of trash. Closing the door behind him as he stepped into the room, his head tilted slightly. -- ❝Care to explain yourself?❞

Angel was relieved to be home, still felt odd calling the hotel home and yet that's what it had become. He took a deep breath before swinging the doors open, no doubt someone will be all over him about where he's been. No one was in sight and not a sound was made. Odd.

" Hey, anyone 'ere? " he called out casually slinking his way to the bar. Lord knows the spider deserves top shelf after that power exchange.

Angel stopped, this was his moment. The hotel was always busy, this was a golden opportunity to swipe something from Alastor's room, easy six hundred bucks right there.

Alastor's room wasn't far from his own, It never felt inviting though. He felt a cold sweat run down his spine. If the radio demon catches him Angel won't be talking his way out of it.

The door needed a little persuasion but nothing too damaging, Alastor's room was actually beautiful, hauntingly so. Angel stepped inside, eyes scanning for any movement. Seemed empty, the spider darts for the nearest surface, an old dresser.

What would Vox even want? he thought as he picked up various items and putting them back. He settled for the trash bag, half full and not to be missed. Picking the bag up Angel felt pretty cocky thinking he'd managed to silently steal from Alastor. How wrong he was.

#compelledcurator #hazbin hotel cw #Dealings || Thread #Unwinding || Alastor Verse

[amischiefofmuses]

Flitting in close as the tension ebbed away, she regarded him with a curious look of her own, her expression laced with quiet amusement. Here she'd thought he'd long given up on plans, on trying to make a difference in all of this. Had something changed? -- ❝Yes, I intend to stay a while longer-❞ She murmured, her gaze flicking down to his hand before once again meeting her gaze. -- ❝Especially since I now have questions of my own. You said not to get in your way.. In the way of WHAT, exactly? What are you up to, my little Morningstar?❞

Lucifer hated himself , hated how weak he when it came to her, sure he was King of Hell, but he was but a plaything when it came to Roo, their bond so deeply ingrained .. she could tug on it and have him as a puppet .

And yet there was a thought a small one wondering if the chain works both ways .. could he not also pull her to his whims ? It was scary to think about but he kept it hidden not wanting to give away his small act of rebellion. Especially when it came to keeping Charlie safe.

“Fine .. just don’t get in my way.. “ he huffed , relaxing when the light started to return , it seems all was calm for now.

“Want me to refill your drink ?” He asked gripping his own glass tightly .

#In Wait || Roo Verse #themosthatedbeing #Mirrored || Thread #hazbin hotel cw

[amischiefofmuses]

-- ❝Oh I certainly do- but that is not the point of all this.❞ Alastor wouldn't play coy here, not when it was readily apparent he was enjoying the opportunity of this time together, that he wanted Vox's full attention all to himself - at least for this short while. Selfish in his want to slowly take Vox apart, metaphorically speaking. The soft zaps against his own palm as it slid down Vox's chest earned a smirk, claws trailing behind the soft touch, enough to leave raised marks in their wake as his hand travelled downwards. -- ❝I'm going to let your wrists go- if you can't behave and keep your hands to yourself then that will be temporary.❞ He remarked in a teasing tone as his hand settled at his belt line, pausing to glance up at the other Demon with a wide grin. Certainly if Vox truly objected to anything then he would stop without hesitation but given the reaction to his wrists being grabbed, he doubted he'd be all too opposed to being restrained for their little game here. Flexing his claws, they teased against his abdomen, tracing the lines they'd already left. -- ❝Can you behave yourself? Let me explore? I promise you'll get what you want with time..❞

In the moment, Vox could almost feel himself getting lost in their closeness, in that wicked grin on Alastor's face, all too familiar. Had he thought of it a second sooner, he might have thought to drag the demon in and kiss him properly, but before he could even think to act, he was already being grabbed and manhandled—something that damn near took his breath away as his back hit the bed.

He didn't fight—even when he did have the chance to—but there was a certain look in Vox's eyes as they met Alastor's, accompanying a sly little grin. He was enjoying this already.

"... Aw, come on, don't pretend you don't love my hands. I saw you leaning into 'em just now—."

A little rebuttal to counteract the fact that his heart was beating a bit more erratically with the sudden shift in the situation. He was already anticipating far too much; take a breath. It was when the attention finally shifted that Vox let his head fall back, let the smugness drop and sucked in that silent breath he'd been meaning to take. Relax.

Though, it felt like there were goosebumps pricking his skin as his company worked through his very meticulous approach to things; a little static shock if Alastor's free hand happened to pass over bare skin.

"What can I say? I'm appreciative, but I know what I like. Just trying to guide you in the right direction." A sentiment echoed by Vox's back arching, offering himself with a little encouragement against the pace his company decided to work at. "... You'd really just keep me here, huh? And then what?"

#Oh boy it's gettin' hot in here #holoharbinger #Unwinding || Alastor Verse #Misbehave || Thread #nsft cw #ship: radiostatic

[amischiefofmuses]

-- ❝As far as I can recall it's about right, hard to be certain though- do you recall how you used to look?❞ And that was the truth, as rare as it was for him to offer such a thing. He'd been here for centuries, seen himself as the Radio Demon in the mirror for all that time. To remember his old face was practically as impossible as recalling memories as a baby once grown. Ideas of what it was but nothing more, nothing that could be grasped firmly with any certainty. Reaching over the bar himself, he plucked up a bottle of whiskey, looking it over for a moment before throwing a glance to Husker for the question- no, moreso a DEMAND.

His jaw gritted a moment, gaze then settling back to the bottle as he unscrewed it and took a swig, savouring the burn before offering a reply. -- ❝Mind yourself, Husker. Perhaps I wish to show it off, it is QUITE the trick afterall.❞ Absolutely a bluff- one he hoped Husker wouldn't catch on to despite how obviously uncomfortable his body language was during the whole situation. Not to mention the fact he'd not simply strolled into the parlor and showboated as he might have done if that were the case.

Alastor's remark was resoundingly innocuous.

"Uh... right." Husk shook his head. It didn't sound like Alastor had it all figured out yet. No reason for Husk to explain his ideas to him, then.

"I dunno, there's just somethin' uncanny about it." The bartender leaned forward, eyebrow raised. "I'm guessin' that's how you looked and sounded when you were alive?"

It was odd. When he'd first died, Husk hadn't loved the new forms that everyone took down here. Animal-people, object-people, weird in-betweens and things that could not (and should not) be put in either category... it had disturbed him. He'd have done anything to be among normal humans again. Heck, he still had his complaints about being a cat, and it had been his reality for decades upon decades now. He found the whole thing stupid, and to some degree, even embarrassing.

He was used to it now, though, and seeing Alastor out of his demon form was like seeing something he shouldn't. Way too creepy. Way too personal.

Way too... weird.

"... Fun trick 'n' all, but you can change back now."

#He really do just be getting into peoples spaces unnecessarily- out here leaning over the bar like a cretin #Fallen Facade || Alastor Verse #Parlor Trick || Thread #hazbinned #hazbin hotel cw

[amischiefofmuses]

It made John's heart ache to see just how broken Lucifer seemed- once upon a time there'd been no doubting his origins as an angel, that warmth and light in him had been unmistakable. Now though? He felt colder, like darkness had sapped everything from him. He'd been about to try and offer reassurance, that he'd done nothing wrong when the offer was thrown at his feet. Tension gathered in his shoulders, his brows raised as he looked at Lucifer incredulously. -- ❝Look- s' not that I don't appreciate it, 'cause I really do but I don't think it really works like that, yeah? I still have a life to live up there, people expectin' me to come back.❞ And maybe in part he was fucking terrified, he'd been fighting to one day get to Heaven, redeem himself so he could see paradise or at the very least find a way to free himself from his contract- that would never happen if he stayed down there for the rest of his mortal life. -- ❝I'll be down here eventually and until then, regular visits. No more waitin' years before comin' back. Promise.❞

He was surprised by the small touch .. but it wasn’t unwelcome at all.. it had been so long since anyone’s touch him softly and comfortingly . He’s been alone since Lilith left .

He had forgotten how good this felt .. he needed it he craved it .

“Ya I don’t know why I don’t know what I did wrong .. “ was it the exterminations ? He had tried to save his people but it crashed and burned so badly .. he had given up on them.

He frowned a bit when John said he could visit more , “why visit just stay here with me .. you have a place in my palace I can offer you protection . “ it seemed the most logical solution . At the moment.

#Oh boy john maybe mentioning vanishing for years isn't a good move!! YIKES #Hellblazer || Constantine Verse #Troublemaking || Thread #themosthatedbeing #hazbin hotel cw

[amischiefofmuses]

Huffing out a soft snort himself, John's hand came up to his wound, settling over it with a wince. Humor was one of few ways he reassured himself, made himself feel more in control, even if he was entirely out of his depth- in fact, ESPECIALLY when he was entirely out of his depth. -- ❝Oi- my coat is fuckin' great, I ain't partin' with it for love nor money I'll have you know.❞ He replied in mock-offense, managing a strained grin at the Archangel. -- ❝But hey, I sure wouldn't complain about livin' the high life. Soft beds, great food, hell's greatest company- what more could a bloke ask for, ey?❞

Lucifer barely held back the urge to laugh .. of course his John Constantine would try to flirt with him even while injured .. ah he was starting to remember why he was so smitten and annoyed with this man.

“Keep it up an I just might ~ wouldn’t that be something official royal concubine John Constantine~ dress you up all pretty get rid of that stupid coat of yours “ he said fondly . He liked John’s coat really often wearing it himself when the other was over and nothing else .

#They're such doooorks #Hellblazer || Constantine Verse #Bleeds || Thread #themosthatedbeing #hazbin hotel cw #injury cw