#Along Comes A Spider {Zestial}

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Into the Pit {Muse Masterlist}

NOTE: Muses may use neopronouns, but writing partners may default to he/she/they/it terms if they find those easier to use!

NOTE 2: Muses are heavily influenced by headcanons, some of which are listed in their bios!

Alastor - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Alastor

Nicknames: Al, The Radio Demon, Bambi [Do not use this unless you want to endure bodily harm : ) ]

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 38 at death (Died 1933)

Birthday: September 19th (Virgo)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Male

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Static/Staticself, Radio/Radioself, Deer/Deerself, Loa/Loaself, Veve/Veveself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Charitable Patron of the Happy Hotel, Broadcaster

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Alastor has always been a bit of a mystery to the other Overlords in hell, and nearly every sinner has a story explaining his arrival and the source of his immense power.

Not one of them has come even halfway close to the truth.

When he was alive, he tried and failed several times to secure a job as a radio announcer in his home city of New Orleans. It was in the damp, boggy woods of the Louisiana bayou where Alastor first made a connection with his dark patron, a Loa draped and encumbered by rusting bloodied chains, whose empty eyes yearned for gore and carnage and fixed themselves, burning, onto the man’s very soul. Alastor summoned Bakulu with the fresh blood of a black rooster, and for his offering was rewarded with a position live on air. But of course, one measly offering would not be enough to satiate his dark patron, nor would it have been enough to fulfill Alastor’s own desires. He graduated to goat’s blood, and one by one, the hosts of the city’s most well-known radio shows began to disappear, leaving the publics’ ears eagerly tuned in to him.

And it still wasn’t enough. Bakulu, it seemed, was most pleased by larger offerings, and Alastor soon found himself quite comfortable with a hunter’s rifle pressed snug into his shoulder, a deer (or, preferably, a more bipedal target) caught between his crosshairs. His little hunts were quite the form of stress relief, and the earth drank his sacrifices greedily. It didn't hurt that cleaning the bodies and leaving the blood and bones afforded Alastor with top quality meat at the price of a box of bullets.

But humans are full of error. And errors leave humans prone to accidents. When Alastor was caught and killed by a hunter and his dogs, his own blood served as his final offering to the dark Loa. His spirit was entwined with some of Bakulu’s wretched power, allowing him to manifest in Hell absolutely alive with vodou magic. And gifting him with endless airways waiting to be bathed in the blood of his victims.

Currently, Alastor is amusing himself by keeping a watchful eye over the Princess of Hell's passion project, waiting for her well-intentioned attempt at rehabilitating sinners to implode on itself. His tendency to observe the struggles and failures of others as entertainment stems from his tendency to sensationalize reality, although in Hell, reality doesn't need too much embellishment to be engaging.

Andrealphus - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Homosexual Panromantic

Name: Andrealphus

Nicknames: Andre, Alphie

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: A beauty never reveals her age, darling~. [About 40]

Birthday: January 29th (Aquarius)

Height: 10'0"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Bird/Birdself, Ice/Iceself

Sexuality: Homosexual Panromantic

Occupation: Grand Marquis of Envy

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Hatched and raised by a family with a very powerful standing within the hierarchy of the House Goetia, Andrealphus has always been an instigator. As a very young chick, he was inquisitive and observant, traits he has carried with him into adulthood. When his little sister Stella was hatched, Andrealphus was quickly forced into the role of the dutiful big brother, much to his annoyance. His sister wasn't his baby, she was his sister, it was dumb that he had to make sure she was alright all the time instead of having fun. It was then he began to orchestrate games that only he knew he was playing, games where the consequences left him out of trouble and left Stella looking like an overly rambunctious nuisance. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, his parents shamed him for not being able to "control his sister's fits," not as if they could either even if they'd tried.

When Andrealphus was about twelve years old, his ten-year-old baby sister was betrothed to King Paimon's owl son, Prince Stolas. Stella was not at all subtle about her resentment of the arrangement, but it left a bitter, seething feeling in Andrealphus' heart. Why was it that Stella kept getting things handed to her easily? He was the first-born heir to their Goetia lineage, he was the one with his name in grimoires, why did she get a shortcut to love when she didn't even want it? After Stella had finished angrily crumpling the photo of the owl prince up and abandoned it in the trash, Andrealphus took the token for his own. This "Stolas," he deserved better than a screeching loon like his sister. He deserved proper royalty. Someone who had a grand purpose, like.. Himself.

When not silently plotting to shift any given circumstance into his favor, Andrealphus enjoys spreading and sharing gossip about anyone and everyone. Secrets are a valuable currency, and Andre knows just how to entice someone into sharing what they've heard.

Arackniss - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Arackniss

Nicknames: Nissy, Niss

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 45 at Death (Died 1952)

Birthday: December 31st (Capricorn)

Height: 3'8"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masculine

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Spider/Spiderself, Shot/Shotself

Sexuality: Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: [Pending]

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As the eldest son of a ruthless mafioso, Arackniss grew up with a lot of pressure saddled square across his shoulders. His father expected nothing less than devotion and perfection, and anything short of perfection received physical discipline at minimum. His quick wit, quicker trigger finger, and venomous tongue all formed out of a need to survive being berated, beaten, or otherwise eviscerated by his father or the men who worked for him. He became a caretaker to his younger twin siblings once they needed more mobile supervision, and resented the fact that he had been labeled as their de-facto caretaker when they weren't with their mom. Caretaking and child-raising was for the broads, and it didn't take a genius to understand what his father was implying by making him the babysitter.

When Arackniss died, it was in a shootout instigated by his little brother with a rival family. He died protecting his family, and that was what mattered. Not that he was 45 years old, not that he was days away from being the don's right hand, not that he had his purpose taken away by his goddamn brother!

He fell into Hell alone and spiteful, and once his father finally passed, he reunited with him, and committed the sinner's name of Henroin to his memory. That was who was in charge now, and Arackniss fell eagerly into line, into what he knew, into what kept him safe.

Not that he particularly likes being under his father's thumb again..

Asmodeus - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Asmodeus

Nicknames: Oz, Ozzie, Dee, Big Daddy (from Fizzy usually)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on February 14th

Height: 46'3" at his tallest, 8'-ish when in his civilian form and/or shrunken to fit into smaller spaces

Gender: Gender Apathetic (Intersex) - Presents Masc or Masc-Androgyne

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lust/Lustself, Sin/Sinself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Lust, Club-Owner, Sex Toy Manufacturer/Designer

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Asmodeus has always been a very passionate and driven being, while also adding a certain amount of his own flair to each of his projects. Before being formally cast out from Heaven, he was sent by God to test Tobias' faith in Him. While on Earth, he grew smitten with Sarah, the intended bride of Tobias, and possessed her first seven husbands on their wedding nights to be intimate with her. He showered her in lust and want, before leaving her to rest and stopping her husbands' hearts (not intentionally, of course, but being possessed by an angel isn't the most stabilizing of experiences-), leaving their lifeless bodies to be discovered in the morning. He attempted to possess Tobias in the same way, but Tobias had been given the help of the Archangel Raphael, and finally, Asmodeus was cast out and into Hell, to join his fallen siblings.

Upon his arrival in Hell, Lucifer assigned him to the Fifth Lowest Ring, allowing him to craft it into whatever he wished it to be. Lust began as a simple den of consensual depravity, but, over time, Ozzie began to lean into Lucifer's "Seven Ring Circus" blueprint, what with Mammon being the Clown of Greed and Bee-lze acting as the Aerial and Animal acts both in one, and began to present himself as more of a sexual magician, for lack of a better term. He developed toys, founded clubs for his citizens to explore one another's forms, and began performing in his own lounge.

In the current day, Ozzie is a charismatic, charming Sin, who encourages the free exploration of lust between any and all consenting parties. He's not above a little scheming to make sure things play out the way he feels they are supposed to, and is fiercely protective of those he cares about.

Barbie Wire - Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Demisexual Aromantic

Name: Barbie Wire

Nicknames: Barb, BB

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36 (Can match with any Blitzø)

Birthday: April 3rd (Aries)

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Imp/Impself, Cirque/Cirqueself

Sexuality: Demisexual Aromantic (to her knowledge)

Occupation: Drug-Runner, Contortionist

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Barbie Wire and her twin brother Blitzø were born into a traveling circus family ringmastered and run by their father, Cash Buckzo. Both implings were very close with their mother, Tilla, and Barbie in particular served as Tilla's shadow for the longest time. Her and her twin brother learned and performed under their father's less-than-watchful eye, and quickly became favorites of their audience with their synchronized trapeze routines and tandem juggling acts. The twins were soon joined by another impling, their new pseudo-sibling, Fizzarolli, and the three of them took alternating turns in Cash's temperamental, money-driven spotlight.

Circus life served Barbie and her brothers well until Fizz's 18th birthday. That was when everything went to shit. Fizz had managed to secure a spot in Mammon's Big totally Non-Exploitative Clown Pageant Competition, which had brought the circus down into the Greed Ring for a limited performance after the contest. Barbie and Fizz had been paired off by Cash for a partner act after Blitzø routinely fumbled the clubs used for the juggling aerial act's rehearsal. There was no way they were going to allow Blitzø to juggle the clubs while on fire, as they were supposed to be. During Fizz's party, disaster struck.

Blitzø, as the circus would soon discover, had gone off to practice the routine on his own, complete with fire, desperate to prove to his father that he was worth being paid any attention to. And he'd dropped the clubs. Again.

Barbie was stranded in the tent with her mother as the fire consumed the entire circus grounds, up until her mother shoved her, choking, out of the blaze and into the open smoky air. There was only screams, only panic, only vibrant green flames that glittered with emerald violence.

After the fire, Barbie did the only thing she could think of to do; she ran. Her brother had killed their mom, had burned their family alive, had destroyed everything she loved, and so, she ran. She ran headfirst into addiction, into alcohol, desperate to spark any sort of joyful sensation, fuck, any sensation at all, and eventually found herself strung out on H-8. Blitzø re-entered her life by force after a near-fatal overdose, checking her into rehab while she was comatose and recovering in the hospital with a note simply saying Sorry. : (

A bitter, snippy, and guarded woman, Barbie Wire is not too keen on friends, and not too eager to reconnect with her remaining family. She misses Fizzarolli, but doesn't trust how close he is with not one but two of the Deadly Sins. He's doing well for himself, and that's what she cares about most.

Baxter - Transmasc (AFAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Baxter

Nicknames: Bax, Baxxy

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 19 at Death (Died 1913)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 4'2"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lure/Lureself, Fish/Fishself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Aspiring mad inventor

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Boris - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Boris

Nicknames: Bory, Ouro, Oura (pronounced Aura)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1978)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 7'3"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Hiss/Hiss-self

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Sex Worker

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Charlie Morningstar - Genderflux (AFAB) - Sapphic Femmesexual

Name: Charlotte Morningstar

Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie, Starshine

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36

Birthday: June 27th (Cancer)

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Genderflux (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fall/Fallself, Sparkle/Sparkleself, Rain/Rainself

Sexuality: Sapphic Femmesexual

Occupation: Princess of Hell, Heiress of Sin, Owner/Operator of the Happy Hotel

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As Princess of Hell and Heir to the Throne of Sin, Charlie Morningstar has always tried to see the good in every demon around her. She wants nothing more than to guarantee the safety and happiness of all of her people, stretching from Pride all the way down into Sloth. Her cheerful disposition and optimistic outlook on life is refreshing to some and incredibly annoying to others, and it is very hard for her to understand where that line gets crossed. She also struggles with non-verbal social cues, and can’t stand being talked down to.

Cherri Bomb - Demigirl (AFAB) - Polysexual Panromantic

Name: Cherri Bomb

Nicknames: Cherri, Bomb-Pop

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 27 at Death (Died 1989)

Birthday: December 13th (Sagittarius)

Height: 5’8”

Gender: Demigirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fuse/Fuseself

Sexuality: Polysexual Panromantic

Occupation: Freelance Arsonist

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Cherri is one of Pentagram City's biggest and loudest party girls. Her high energy lifestyle and tendency to cause carnage got her entangled with Vox, who uses her destruction as a means to make her into a viral sensation. It was through her interactions with the TV Overlord that she met and befriended Angel Dust, and the two became all but glued at the hip to one another.

Despite her inclination towards random acts of pyrotechnic violence, Cherri does have a more calm and caring side to her. Her number one priority is making sure herself and those she calls her friends are safe and well taken care of, even if it means blowing up some of the Vees' public property as a distraction. While she has yet to actually check into the Happy Hotel, she is very supportive of Angel in his attempts to make it through yet another rehab program.

Cherri is a very physically affectionate person, and if she likes you, you'll know it. She tends to lean on people she likes, drapes her arms around people's shoulders, and shows other such displays of closeness when she's comfortable.

Collin - Transmasc (AFAB) - Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Name: Collin

Nicknames: Collie, Collie-Flower

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 20

Birthday: April 19th (Aries-Taurus Cusp)

Height: 1'7"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Cherub/Cherubself

Sexuality: Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Occupation: Ex-C.H.E.R.U.B. Employee, Current Occupation Unknown

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Collin is a kind-hearted, generous, albeit timid cherub (ex-cherub now) who wants nothing more than to help souls in need. He is a very physically affectionate and nuzzly person, and struggles with a stutter when overwhelmed or nervous.

(More TBA on him, he’s not fully fleshed out but I’m very excited to get him solid!)

Emily - Agender (AFAB) - Asexual Omniromantic

Name: Emily

Nicknames: Em, Emmy, E, Mimi

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 26, Actually 3,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates [pending]

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Agender (AFAB) - Presents Feminine

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, We/Us, Divine/Divineself, Joy/Joyself, Seraph/Seraphself

Sexuality: Asexual Omniromantic

Occupation: High Seraphim of Heaven

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Glam - Cisgender (AFAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Glam (Glamantha)

Nicknames: Glammy, Glimglam, Clam/Clammy (do NOT use this unless you're Glitz)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 8th (Leo)

Height: 6'3"

Gender: Cisgender (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Mirror/Mirrorself, Eel/Eelself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic (unless established otherwise)

Occupation: Half of Mammon's New Brand Babies, Aerial Artist, Performer

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterlist Pending]

Glamantha, or Glam as she prefers to be called, is a vicious competitive spirit and a cool, controlled, and clever woman. She is incredibly talented, and prides herself on being one of the best performers in Hell. Alongside of her sister Glitz, she constructs and performs acrobatic routines, clown tricks, and has a huge passion for aerial silks.

As a succubus hybrid, one would anticipate Glam to be hypersexual and desire as much intimacy as possible. One would be wrong. Glam is repulsed by the concept of physical intimacy between herself and other people, and only performs sexual acts in order to feed her succubus needs or to market herself and her sister as more stereotypical "Sexy Twins." To her knowledge, she is aromantic; when asked, she simply explains that nobody has ever had enough cash to love her right.

Glam is very outwardly collected, to balance out her sister's manic and hyperactive nature. She rarely smiles, and does not enjoy the sound of her own laughter. Her preferred emotions to display are apathy and judgement; being bitchy makes people more eager to try and please her.

Husk - Cisgender (AMAB) - Pansexual Aromantic

Name: Husk

Nicknames: Husker, Husky, Spades, Aces

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 75 at Death (Died 1972)

Birthday: November 1st (Scorpio)

Height: 5'8"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, Deal/Dealself, Bet/Betself

Sexuality: Pansexual Aromantic (to his knowledge)

Occupation: Bartender at the Happy Hotel

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Husk is a generally apathetic soul, having lost faith in the ability of any one person to be good after witnessing atrocities during war. Upon arriving in Hell, Husk eagerly resumed in his gambling habits, finding himself winning the only thing that wayward sinners had to bet; their souls. Husk took up residence in one of Hell's many casinos and quickly found himself in a position of massive power.

Power which got to his head and inflated his already top-heavy ego. His games became sloppier, and he slowly began to lose more and more of the accidental influence he had acquired. After years of losses and decline, he was befriended and trapped by Alastor, who won his soul in Husk's last gamble as an Overlord, and now serves him in a state of strange voodoo debt/friendship/whatever you want to call it.

Husk is naturally a very protective person, and often uses his few friendships to rationalize going through the motions of a day. He has always been more inclined to stay undetected; it's easier to swindle people out of their minds and money when you're keeping a low profile.

Husk has a passion for magic tricks, specifically card-based magic. He also has a soft spot for music, although he does not generally like to sing outside of his own room.

Loona - Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Loona

Nicknames: Loonie, Loonie-Toonie, Loony-Tune, LooLoo, Woona, Wooloo, Loon (Ask before using nicknames unless you want to be bitten OR are Blitzø)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 12th (Leo)

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, Woof/Woofself, Wolf/Wolfself, Hound/Houndself, Bitch/Bitchself

Sexuality: Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Receptionist at I.M.P.

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Loona was born to a mother who did not want her and an absent father. Instead of taking the effort to drop her off at the pound in the Pride Ring, Loona's mother left her unwanted pup in a dumpster and simply walked away, reasoning that there were plenty of hungry wrath-coons who would take care of her. She was instead rescued by a strange imp who heard her whimpering and resolved to take her in and at least give her a bath. Loona served as his daughter until she reached the age of 4 and ran away as a form of rebellion after a heated argument over why he'd taken her favorite toy from her. Back on the street, Loona was caught by Hound-Patrol officers and registered into the Hellhound Shelter System.

Loona remained in the Shelter System until the age of 17, just barely 18, passed from home to home, the memories of her caretaker fading at the edges into a hazy reddish blur. Had she ever had a real home? Had she ever been more than just a glorified pet? Maybe the Shelter staff were right about her, maybe she was too violent, too aggressive. Maybe she'd just be a washed up nobody until she died.

Until she was found, finally, by a face she thought she'd imagined. Blitzø, now armed with the proper adoption papers, brought Loona back home with him a few months before her 18th birthday, and has continued to live with Blitzø in a sort of strange father-daughter-but-also-roommates setup. Her surly attitude and harsh exterior keep her safe from strangers, but those who truly know her understand that she is a very passionate and caring individual, if she deems you worth caring about.

Lucifer Morningstar - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Omniromantic

Name: Lucifer Morningstar

Nicknames: Luci, Lu-Lu, Starfire, Duckie (by romantic partners only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 40, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on September 29th

Height: 5'2”

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Sin/Sinself, Damned/Damnedself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Omniromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Pride/Ringmaster of Hell

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lucifer is, at his core, nothing if but a dramatic bitch. Having been God's favorite, and being subsequently cast out of Heaven for voicing his opinions and quote unquote stubborn beliefs, he knows the power of words and the power of self-image. Luckily for him, he is a wonderful wordsmith and stands firm to his image as the Herald King of Pride and the Grand Ringmaster of all of Hell, presenting and projecting himself as a cocky, confident leader with a taste for dad jokes.

As a father, Lucifer has tried his best to support his daughter, Charlie, and often fears that he's raising his princess wrong due to who raised him. He is a devoted husband to his lovely Lilith, although the two are in a mutually agreed upon open polyamorous relationship; as long as they tell one another who they are seeing, they may find joy in the company of whoever else they wish.

As a sibling figure to the other Sins, Lucifer has the perilous position of balancing the Sins' viewpoints into some semblance of a functional system. He loves them all as family, even if they get on his nerves sometimes when they make stupid decisions, like copying his amusement park in a ring where he could never take proper legal action, Mammon.

Lute - Agender (Female Presenting) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Lute

Nicknames: Lieutenant

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Technically Ageless, Presents Early Thirties

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; does not celebrate

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Agender (Female Presenting)

Pronouns: She/Her, Arch/Archself, It/Its

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Head Exorcist/Exterminator of Heaven, Assistant to Adam

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lute is Heaven's champion of holy retribution, and serves God and Adam with a twisted righteousness. She has been Adam's second hand ever since Adam was made a higher divine power in Heaven, and was initially crafted with the purpose of serving him in whatever means he chose. However, her true talent became clear when she was first assigned as a soldier to expel sinners from passing through the Gates. When Heaven received news that Hell was facing overpopulation crisis, Lute was among the first to volunteer herself as an Exorcist; an angel who would go down into the sinful abyss and cull as many sinners as was possible in a day.

Since establishing the yearly Extermination Day, Lute has climbed through Heaven's ranks and settled comfortably into the position of Holy Lieutenant.

Moxxie - Cisgender (AMAB) - Bisexual Polycurious Panromantic

Name: Moxxie Knolastname

Nicknames: Moxx, Ox, Moxmox

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 31

Birthday: May 20th (Taurus-Gemini Cusp)

Height: 4'11"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, Imp/Impself

Sexuality: Bisexual Polycurious Panomantic

Occupation: Hitman/Assassin for I.M.P.

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Moxxie is, first and foremost, a lover. Not to say that he can't also be a fighter, he can, and often is. Born into a powerful crime family in the Greed Ring's cleverly named Notamafiatown, Moxxie Knolastname was poised from birth to succeed his father, Crimson Knolastname, and take over as the don of the Knolastname crime empire. Unfortunately for Crimson, Moxxie's mother provided him with nothing but gentle kindness, and attempted to show the young imp the value of empathy.

When Moxxie's mother disappeared, Crimson blamed it on Moxxie for being too soft and unable to hold his own well enough. This pushed Moxxie even further from his father and created a void in Moxxie's life of stable, reliable female figures. During a trip to the Wrath Ring, meant to show the now teenaged Moxxie how to extort property out of what his father called "back-assward horse-fuckers," Moxxie encountered a strong, stunning imp who could very easily turn his little twiggy body into an accordion if she chose. She introduced herself as Mildred, and Moxxie felt his blood turn to butterflies just hearing her voice. He made sure to memorize the address of the farm they'd stopped at before they were chased off the property by Millie's siblings, and the two began a relationship as secret pen pals.

A few weeks before Moxxie was promoted into Crimson's second-in-command, his father discovered his stash of mushy love letters while snooping around his belongings for any stray money. Moxxie was forbidden from contacting Millie, and Moxxie was made to watch in frozen horror as his father tossed each letter one by one into the fireplace. Alone and distraught, Moxxie found himself once again without any sort of figure to give him unconditional safety and love. This led him into a fast, lustful, and passionately sloppy relationship with Chaz, a loan-shark demon who was technically one of his subordinates. The relationship between the two lasted until Chaz abandoned Moxxie to be caught by the police.

Once he escaped from prison with the help of his cell-mate, Blitz, Moxxie retreated to the Wrath Ring and sought shelter at Millie's address. Her parents nearly shot him on sight, but Millie managed to talk her father down and herded the bedraggled ex-mafioso into the safety of her arms. The two migrated to Imp City in the Pride Ring once Moxxie was mentally stable enough for a change in scenery, and the two were married not soon after.

Travis - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Pansexual Demiromantic

Name: Travis

Nicknames: Trav, Travvy, Schnukums (from Angel Dust only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1940's)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Screech/Screechself

Sexuality: Pansexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Valet for the Vees (usually Valentino), Guest Writer and Director for Porn Studios

[Bio Pending]

Vox - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Vox

Nicknames: V, Ox Cord (like aux cord)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 41 at Death (Died 1956)

Birthday: October 1st (Libra)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Tech/Techself, Screen/Screenself, Control/Controlself, Glitch/Glitchself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Owner of Voxtagram, Producer of Technology

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Vox was born in 1915 to a freshly married (and subsequently freshly widowed) mother just as the first World War was gaining momentum. He never met his father, but from the way his mother spoke of him, he idolized him in concept. As a young boy, he was fascinated by the concept of telegrams from an early age, and frequently practiced writing messages in Morse code. This fascination fed into a growing passion for technological advancements, which followed him into Hell after his death.

Vox is a naturally innovative mind, and desires to keep himself five steps ahead of all other advancements in technology. He kept close watch over the development and explosion of the Internet, and brought his own bastardized version of wireless networking into Hell, using his Vi-Fi networks and tracking cookies to log every sinner's data, using that information to catapult himself into Overlord status.

His endless drive and single-minded determination soon garnered the attention of Valentino, an intensely powerful young Overlord who struck a bargain with him to help keep track of Val's employees under the guise of specialty tech. In return, Val and Vox would share their Overlord status and influence with one another. Eventually, they encountered and all but assimilated Velvette into their empire, and the Vees have governed vast swaths of the Pride Ring ever since, with VoxTek's reach only growing by the day.

Zestial Morde - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Demisexual Demiromantic

Name: Zestial Morde

Nicknames: Zes

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 37 at death (Died 1613)

Birthday: November 13th (Scorpio)

Height: 11'4"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: We/Us, He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Acid/Acidself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Elder Overlord of Hell; Member of Lucifer's Council

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

#Don’t Touch That Dial! {Alastor} #Frigid Royal Bitch {Andrealphus} #Bang Bang Bang Is The Only Shot For Me {Arackniss} #In Desire We Trust {Asmodeus} #Not Your Barbie Girl {Barbie Wire} #You've Got Me In Between The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea {Baxter} #I Am A Snake Head Eating The Head On The Opposite Side {Boris} #Always Chasing Rainbows {Charlie} #Short Fuse {Cherri Bomb} #Flying Purple Paperweight {Collin} #Sweet Beautiful Soul Saving Joy {Emily} #Money Can't Buy Happiness But Guaranteed I'm Worth The Price {Glam} #Royal Flush {Husk} #Your Bite's Worse Than Your Bark {Loona} #Seven-Ring Circusmaster {Lucifer} #Modern Major Murderer {Lute} #M A M A B O Y {Moxxie} #Baby You Got The Keys So Shut Up And Drive {Travis} #Radio Killer {Vox} #Along Comes A Spider {Zestial}

[urfavlarry]

Hmm, something zestial x reader?

omg I love Zestial I need more fics of him!! Hope to see more of him in future seasons

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, most likely inaccurate old english, mentions of k1lling

genre: fluff

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Appearing in hell, you quickly rose in status and became an Overlord, collecting your fair share of souls and have a good amount of territory. You didn’t want a huge territory, not wanting to deal with so many sinners that like to cause chaos.

You were content with what you had and you liked it that way. Your territory was one of the more peaceful sides of the pentagram, the souls you owned weren’t tortured or murdered, you made deals for souls to help the sinners but you owned their souls in case they wanted to cause harm to your territory. You had a “border” with the Overlord Rosie and you got easily aquaintanced and had no issue with each other at all! You would gossip about the recent events happening in your territories and you just got along since you met and had each others back.

You were recently invited to an Overlord meeting and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You came over to Rosie a few hours back and you were a nervous wreck, coming up with every possible bad scenario in your head. “Oh come on dearie, it won’t be that bad! Plus it will be a good time to finally introduce yourself and show you deserve that Overlord title.” She says with her kind smile and boops your nose, placing a cup of tea in front of you to calm your nerves.

You nod and sip on your tea, careful not to burn your tongue. “I know Rosie but what if i embarrass myself? I’ll be a huge joke to the others.” You say and groan, your leg shaking as if a thousand bolts just shocked your leg. Rosie chuckles at your nervous state, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and looks down at you; “Don’t think too much about it okay? I’ll be there if anything happens and no one will dare try laugh at you when it’s me you’re coming with.” She smiles at you and goes to prepare herself for the meeting. You sit there and drink your tea, thinking about the stories and myths about the other Overlords you’ve heard. Yes, you were a feared Overlord as well, but you weren’t exactly feared so much that a person would rather light themself ablaze then walk anywhere near you! You look at the clock, you had about 45 minutes to get there, you stood up, having already finishing your tea and look in the mirror Rosie had in her back room. You looked presentable enough in your perspective, but was it enough for the other overlords?

You shake the negative thoughts out of your mind and head out of the shop, waiting patiently for Rosie to arrive. She ushers the rest of the people that were left inside and locks it behind her since there still were some untrustworthy people in her territory. You link your arms and walk together, chatting and gossiping about anything that came to mind. You arrive at the building where you were supposed to meet up with the other Overlords and go up an elevator, walking down a hall and walk through big doors and enter a room with a long table. There were already some Overlords there, chatting and laughing together when all of a sudden all eyes were on you.

Even though you were a nervous wreck before you managed to keep your composure and have a neutral expression on your face. You sit down next to Rosie and look at the clock, you still had about 10 minutes before the meeting starts so you chat with Rosie and another Overlord you found out was named Alastor. You found them both similar and smiled at the two interacting. “They really are good friends aren’t they?” You think to yourself and let the two chat, your eyes wandering around the room, studying the other Overlords, one specifically standing out. He had a black coat with spiderweb details on the inside of the coat,a black hat, and a spider-like “bow tie”. He had green eyes and was sipping on some tea and speaking to Carmilla Carmine, another Overlord that has been quiet friendly during your time as an overlord. One last overlord enters the room and the meeting starts, though you didn’t really pay attention to the endless blabbering even when Rosie tapped your shoulder to make you pay attention, you just couldn’t focus. You thought about the green eyed demon and wondered what time-line he was from. He spoke a bit at the start of the meeting and his english wasn’t like english most people use now, it was shakespearean english, which was more used in the 1500s. “What an interesting time.” You think to yourself and pay attention for the rest of the meeting, sneaking glances at the man.

After the meeting finally ended you were free to chat and leave whenever you liked. A girl with doll-like features left without a second thought, some overlords following behind but you, Rosie and Alastor and a few others, including the Overlord you’ve been wondering about the whole meeting; “Dear I couldn’t help but notice you looking at Zestial over there for the whole meeting! I truly wonder why?” Alastor radio voice echoed through the room and your face goes red, you hush the old Overlord and see that we’ve peaked the green eyed Overlords interest.

You glare at Alastor and calm yourself when you hear the man speak up; “I couldn’t help but notice i’ve been mention'd in thy conversation, may i joineth in on thy dram chat?” He asks, sitting down next to you and places his tea down, eyeing you closely. “What might thy name beest?” He asks and you stutter; “Oh um, my name? It’s Y/N more commonly known as (your overlord name)” He takes your hand and places a chaste kiss on the back of it and smile’s thinly. “'Tis quite a pretty name for a pretty lady such as thyself.” Rosie and Alastor share glances and smile, standing up and leaving you two alone to chat.

You smile at the Overlord next to you, blushing at his compliment. He offers you a hand and you take it. He leads you out of the building and to his territory, Zestial looks down at you and asks with a hint of curiosity im his tone; “And thou art what? A new overlord? Art thou quite aware of the challenges and expectations of thy role?” He raises a brow and leads you to coffee shop you haven’t really seen around the pentagram. People stare, some leaving instantly because they didn’t want to be in the presence of two strong Overlords. He sits down in the corner of the room and orders some tea for the both of you. “Oh I figured it would be best if I had some power so I wouldn’t get bothered as much. Yes it is quite a big responsibility but I manage, I have a smaller territory than most so it’s slightly less pressuring.” You say and smile, placing your hands in your lap, your thumb tracing the spot he kissed. He nods and puts down his tea; “I see. 'Tis a rather good situation for thee. I hope this peaceful state shall continue, but we never know if Heaven comes marching to our door. If that does come to pass, will thou be ready?”

“Oh no need to worry, I didn’t become an overlord for nothing. I am powerful myself but i’m not sure if I am powerful enough to beat the exorcists.” You say truthfully and finish drinking your tea. He nods and finishes his own tea, placing his hands on the table. “'Tis good to see thou art trying. But do not let thy guard down no matter what. Even with little territory, thou art still at risk of some danger. Be wary, okay?” You nod and smile softly at the Overlord. You were glad he was “looking out for you” even if he wasn’t he at least gave a slight warning. “Thank you Zestial, you’re too kind.” You say as you both walk out of the coffee shop and just walk around the outskirts of hell. You walk in comfortable silence when suddenly a question pops up in your head.

Zestial just observes the scenery around him, something you noticed he did often. His gaze wanders to your curious one and raises a brow; “Didst thou wish to ask me something?” Your eyes widen slightly and you look away, your face feeling hot. You stutter out a quick question; “I.. I was wondering if you know anything about the overlords before me? The ones i’ve killed?” You say and look back at him, mentally face palming and look at him hoping for a response.

“I am well aware of the previous overlords, of which thou murdered. However, 'tis not a matter that one should dwell on.” He says and stops dead in his tracks and look down at you with a darkened expression. “Their deaths were deserved. Now, why do tha wish to discuss such matters with me?” You panic slightly and stutter out a response, stumbling over your words. “Oh I was just curious. I wanted to know a bit more about them, but I won’t push the subject anymore.” You say and bow your head slightly as a sign that you’re sorry. You look back up and him and see Zestial smiling; “If 't be true their deaths haunt thy mind, thee should ingnore that and move on. Those gents were unworthy of the position of overlord, and thee were worthy enough to taketh their lodging.” He says and puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

“I couldn’t bethink of having a better Overlord at mine own side at this moment” He says and takes your hand, kissing it gently and dissapears into the shadows of the night, leaving you stunned and love sick in the middle of hells streets.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel zestial #zestial x reader #zestial #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #vivzieverse #vivienne medrano #hellaverse #hazbin hotel overlord

[zestials]

unprompted / always accepting.

@prnkill sent ── stretches provocatively over a table "oh noooo..... i'm just a little moth. sure hope a big, scary spider doesn't come and stick his big fangs into me ;)"

various papers that once held the spider's attention are covered up , fellow overlord strewn atop in invitation / like an offering at an altar to be devoured. a brow arches beneath the brim of hat , only a momentary pause before he's rising from seat to loom over val. knee parts legs , weight pressed against the tables edge. zestial's taller stature almost entirely blocks out the light from above , cloak falling around them like a cloak of privacy.

" art thou certain of that ? " rumbling voice as a claw's placed atop chest , digging in as zestial leans closer until there's only a mere breath between. skimming along jaw until he's at the moth's throat , a barely there kiss ( almost like an apology or perhaps a promise ) before maw opens wider & fangs are sinking in , driving with it venom. tongue slips out to lap at the blood collecting from the wound as he pulls back. a tilt of head , " beware what thou dost request. "

#prnkill #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #is this self indulgent bc i think zee should use his venom ? mayb so .. #i hate him. he opens his mouth to speak and he ruins it. #my heads in my hands

[gctchell]

@arachnaemboss asked:

tender are the claws that trail down her spine, featherlight and soothing —- down, then back up! slowly, carefully, while the other hand loosely rests on her upper back, keeping her close in a comforting hold. she's stressed and upset, and he wishes for her to breathe slow along with him; ancient heart pumping blood steadily within his chest & at a lower heart rate than hers, keeping his own body at cooler temperatures. then, he pulls back —- but only enough so he can rest his forehead against hers ( gentle! ), bright eyes filled with sympathy. "shall i prepare us some tea?" his lips are so close to hers he could feel her breath, but cordiality and a drawn unspoken line as always prevents him from closing the gap, situation aside.

The floor served as an example for the elevated levels of stress that had taken a vicious hold on the weapons dealer suddenly at such a violent pace. When Carmilla carried herself, she did so with grace and as light as a feather, never leaving her mark where she went if it was not intentional. The wood was now pockmarked with holy pools of light from her rapid pacing, scattered here and there with an erratic walk pattern. It ended in a long scratch along the floor, leading to the woman who laid in Zestial's arms. The cones of her hair frazzled and loose, and the energy she radiated was so tangible, he could practically feel her heartbeat in the air around her, pulsing with the vein popped in her temple. It was so fast.

Her head was pounding, her heart was pounding, everything was loud and raucous. There was a shake in her hands that had kept forming into fists to better contain themselves, lost between locking behind her back and bridging over her abdomen. She did not like getting upset, it was so obvious when she was upset to this degree, it was a scream muffled beneath her skin, wanting to claw out of the shakily composed Overlord and finally screech into the air, finally give in, finally give in - loosen the bondage and just let it be. No, even on this precipice, Carmilla would not let it go.

She was very upset, she was very stressed.

Then, the scream quiet. Everything went quiet. The near electric frequencies that had been radiating off of her skin against the cold of Zestial, the loudness, the fists drumming against the inside of her skull hitting so hard that they felt like they would crack the cranium, it's all gone quiet, now. All of it pulled to a low simmer when the other Overlord wove himself around her like the spider he was, and pulled her in, craning her into his chest and pressing her ear over the chamber beneath the dark folds of clothing - right to the place he knew she found comfort, where she always found comfort. Right over his heart. Her eyes closed, tightly at first, brows dug deep into a furrow, and then they began to let go - relax as that ancient heart beat its slow, powerful rhythm into the drums of her ear. Carmilla began to de-escalate, her breathing slowing, and the tension locked in her shoulders and frame just began to crumble beneath his stroking hand.

That beat of Zestial's was so slow, and it beat with an old life strengthened over the tides of the years. It beat strong and unstopping, slow, and easing. It sang its song and rested inside of her, finding her wild, beating heart and holding it close to its sound to settle it while the noise inside of her head became null. The spider replaced her chaos with his languid melody, he stepped inside of her and unraveled her, spun her free from the static mess of anxious twine and brought her back down, brought her feet to the ground, and held her steady in his cold embrace.

A good armful of beats from that song in his chest, and Carmilla was made peaceful. She huddled into the comfort of him, hand coming to rest against his chest and take up such a good portion of it, the tips of her fingers coming to curl over the top of his shoulders. The thin space between the two of them became illuminated in a glowing haze of red when their forehead pressed together, her eyes opening and shining over Zestial's shadowy features. The white irises searched the four vivid greens, her calmed, warmed breath beating against the crooked jags of his lips, and he felt it then - he felt the energy between them grow so thick, it was on a new precipice. Perhaps not new, they've been here before - this kind of energy was a desperate magnetizing call that begged for the gap between them to close. It begged, it yearned for it so pungently, it felt almost certain that there would be a closure.

How many times have they been here? Over the many years, how close had they come like this?

"I would like that," Carmilla spoke quietly, her eyes almost filmed over as his sympathetic eyes laid upon her, and felt as though they saw her bare and vulnerable, and she didn't mind it. She wanted to be seen by him like this, he was the only one she would ever want to be seen like this by. Her hand moved to clutch his shoulder and stroke it with her thumb, the old need for him in her eyes. So close. So close. "I would like that very much."

Her forehead nuzzled against his own, slow with the ruffle of her strung out monochromatic bangs. "Thank you, Zestial."

#(( i'm gonna bite my FUCKING hands off oh my GOD JACK )) #(( hi i love this ask and i have been losing my actual mind over it for days and finally made a response worthy of it :) #8) #SCREAMS )) #arachnaemboss #[ carmilla; ic. ] #carmilla&zestial. #[ asks. ]

[seven-circlllxs]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗Countdown To Valentine's Day Challenge˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

(Meme template by @hymemena !)

9. Would your muse be interested in marriage?

_- Zestial -_

With the right person, of course!

Zestial is an old-school man in most of his traits, and that includes his want to be a loyal and doting husband. He was never married in his human lifetime, which hurt him quite deeply. Being seen as an ineligible bachelor wounded his pride heavily, and he tried valiantly to stifle any romantic feelings that tried to form when he was first in Hell.

He has sense moved towards embracing romantic inclinations, and any who would be bold enough to attempt to woo him will have his respect simply due to the sheer nerve it would take to try.

#Event: Valentine’s Challenge #Along Comes A Spider {Zestial}

[zestials]

what if they kissed ? prompt / not accepting.

@videoaux sent ── what if they kissed + the trope zip me up, with zestial assisting vox into a shirt bc of his stupid ass TV head <3

he catches vox standing in-front of a floor length mirror , light from screen emitting a glow in the otherwise dimly lit interior. the spider smoothly finds a position behind his lover. despite his clear lack of a reflection , he found it imperative to have a mirror for guests , even if he had no such use for one.

zestial ensured his footfalls are heavy enough to be heard for once , head tilting to peer at the situation vox's found himself in. it had been annoying to get used to such long , lanky limbs when he appeared in hell. dealing with an odd shaped head seemed even worse. luckily having a business partner who dealt with the fashions of the age seemed to come in handy. ( & zestial had become quite adept at taking them off , surely it'd be the same reversed. )

clawed hands land on either shoulder , steadying , grounding as he dips. a skim of mouth along the nape of neck , a trail of adoring kisses left on any accessible exposed skin. " dost thou require some aid ? " hushed words breathed out along flesh , the curves of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

fingertips find the enclosure of the garment , slowly but surely closing it. palms ghost to dig into hips , tugging to turn him to face zestial. head tilts , lime green eyes narrowing as he leans down. that wretched thing in his chest beating like an animal within a cage at the proximity , it's no longer nerves he feels / but there is some adrenaline to be had within the vulnerabilities.

claw dances along the edge of screen , a sweet caress as he captures his lover in a kiss. warmth that spreads through cold blood , affection in each careful , honeyed press. & finally , a low whisper with his signature echoing quality , " is that to thy liking ? "

#videoaux #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #* ── i'll stain you / i'll take it. : ft. videoaux. #assuming he's got some kinda fancy shirts for it . #otherwise he's stuck in zee's clothes as floor length dresses lbr #them .. holding them in my hands.

[zestials]

FOR  NOW  /   HE  WILL  ACT  AS  THE  SPIDER’S  SACRIFICIAL  LAMB.   he will lay kneeling at the altar of his own gratitude, between opened thighs and tender fingers that card through his hair so gently, so sweetly.  angel is the devotee  ;  the body meant to worship with his open, wet mouth and kiss - swollen lips, a tongue gliding over the overlord’s inner thighs, up his length. he will sink down onto him, looking up at him past thick, mascara-kissed lashes, swallowing zestial whole, putting everything he could into providing pleasure.

this is his  SUGARED  THANKS.  zestial had taken angel’s soul for himself,  he had  FREED  HIM  as if such an action would not tear angel asunder with gratitude so strong he could never truly express it with words alone.  but fortunately,  he  didn’t  have  to.   ACTIONS  WERE  SO  MUCH  LOUDER  THAN  WORDS,  ANYWAYS  . . . 

angel ground himself onto the blankets beneath him  ;  his own hard, aching core pressed against the bed, his body slick with sweat and desperation.  (  such erotic tendencies, he supposed, were older than time itself  /  and no wonder it would bridge the gap between the days of their respective deaths!  )

assurance had come prior , there was no need for payment ! truth be told , it was a selfish act in the first place ; an effort to crumble an empire. angel had been an innocent in the crossfire , zestial had needed a foothold --- it was calculated. but perhaps there was more to it , he might be a monster but zestial had his own twisted morals suited to fit endeavors. he let angel choose to do as he pleased which had somehow landed them here. zestial had been the choice for the night.

indulging such with purrs of praise , one claw rakes through fluff far more carefully than the other that tears at fabric beneath him. is his composure slipping ? surely not ! he's had centuries of practice after all , but the lull of power surrounding them like wisps of shadows suggest otherwise. the heat of angel's mouth wrapped around him is an exquisite form of torture.

building heat has the claw tugging at him , a cant of hips to pull back. green eyes illuminate in the low light moving along form as if to commit to memory. he pushes himself up smoothly , slowly encroaching on angel's space. his voice is lower than usual , that unearthly quality ever present. " i do enjoy screams. " a tug on his mouth , red forked tongue swiping against bottom lip.

it's not a threat , no , an offering. he wants permission. " they need not be from terror. " head tilts , a crackle as another set of arms move but do not dare touch , hovering over heated skin. eyes squint into crescents , " may i ? "

#spiderslvts #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #left it in the ask . die like men ( i didnt wanna ruin the pretty formatting ) #nsft #suggestive #sinday #i cant believe my first actual nsft on this blog is zestial getting his dick sucked bc hes a good boss #and offering to return the favor bc hes a service top im #don't perceive me.

[seven-circlllxs]

Written In Blood {Tag Masterlist}

Non-Character Tags

Whispers from Purgatory [OOC] - Out of Character posting

Ashes to Ashes [Ashy Speaks] - Admin talk

I Think I'm Supposed To Be Bodyguarded Right Now [Rules] - Posts containing rules/standards of interaction

Take A Peek In The Guestbook [Info] - Posts that have important information

Very Important Research Pictures [Art] - Art from other blogs (not made by mun)

Whiteboard Planning Presentations [My Art] - Art made by me!

The Lesser Key of Solomon [Headcanons] - Posts that contain my own headcanons or reblogged posts of headcanons that I subscribe to

All The Shades Of Sin [Aesthetics] - Character Aesthetics or Aesthetics that match Muses

Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow [Quotes and Musings] - Quotes or Posts that make Mun think about specific Muses

Who’s That At Your Table? [Promo] - Promo posts!

Not Safe For Voxtagram [NSFW] - NSFW Posts (ALL NSFW posts will also have separate NSFW and NSFT tags!)

(Pending) [Self-Reblog] - Self-reblogged posts!

That Slutty Toy Clown Had It Coming [Shitposts] - Shitposts

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Prompt/Starter Tags

New Rhythm and A New Hook {Memes/Starters} - Ask Memes and Starter Prompts

I'll Sell Every Single Weakness Back To You For A Fee [Answered Asks] - Answered Ask Memes

Tag You're It [Tagged Prompts]

Right Here In Hell At The Happy Hotel [Open Starters]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Muse Tags

Bullet Points are Muse-Specific Art Tags

Don't Touch That Dial! {Alastor} - Standard AU Alastor

This Face Was Made For Radio // Alastor // Visage

Frigid Royal Bitch {Andrealphus} - Standard AU Andrealphus

[Pending]

Bang Bang Bang Is The Only Shot For Me {Arackniss} - Standard AU Arackniss

[Pending]

In Desire We Trust {Asmodeus} - Standard AU Asmodeus

Make Sure The Subject Is Gettin' It On // Ozzie // Visage

Not Your Barbie Girl {Barbie Wire} - Standard AU Barbie

Bitch I Am One Throw A Tantrum // Barbie // Visage

You've Got Me In Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea {Baxter} - Standard AU Baxter

[Pending]

Always Chasing Rainbows {Charlie} - Standard AU Charlie Morningstar

The Devil's Princessa // Charlie // Visage

Short Fuse {Cherri} - Standard AU Cherri Bomb

Hello World I'm Your Wild Girl // Cherri // Visage

Flying Purple Paperweight {Collin} - Standard AU Collin

[Pending]

Sweet Beautiful Soul Saving Joy {Emily} - Standard AU Emily

[Pending]

Money Can't Buy Happiness But Guaranteed I'm Worth The Price {Glam} - Standard AU Glam

Special Occasion Splurge On The Urge // Glam // Visage

Royal Flush {Husk} - Standard AU Husk

You're All Scotch No Soda // Husk // Visage

Your Bite's Worse Than Your Bark {Loona} - Standard AU Loona

Running With The Wolves // Loona // Visage

Seven-Ring Circusmaster {Lucifer} - Standard AU Lucifer Morningstar

Where The Runaways Are Running The Night // Lucifer // Visage

Modern Major Murderer {Lute} - Standard AU Lute

Down Under We Don't Take No Prisoners // Lute // Visage

M A M A B O Y {Moxxie} - Standard AU Moxxie

Lovely Little Monster // Moxxie // Visage

Baby You've Got The Keys Now Shut Up And Drive {Travis} - Standard AU Travis

[Pending]

Radio Killer {Vox} - Standard AU Vox

Now You're Playing With Power // Vox // Visage

Along Comes A Spider {Zestial} - Standard AU Zestial

The Potion Is A Poison // Zestial // Visage

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Canon Character Tags

Pinned Down Without A Crown [Vaggie]

Wrap Me In Plastic and Make Me Shine [Angel Dust]

Oh That Cement Is Just It's There For The Weight Dear [Henroin]

Blood Still Stains When The Sheets Are Washed [Niffty]

Snakebite Drags You Under [Sir Pentious]

Dancing On A Razor's Edge [Carmilla]

The Bestest Jester [Fizzarolli]

Christ On A Stick [Blitzø]

Of All The Imps In Hell It's For Her That I Fell [Millie]

Fins To The Left Fins To The Right And You're The Only Bait In Town [Chaz]

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love [Mama] - Tag for Moxxie's mother

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Rent You Paradise [Glitz]

Catch Some Waves While Catchin' Some D [Verosika]

He's An Outlaw Loose And Runnin' Came The Whisper From Each Lip and He's Here To Do Some Business with the Big Iron On His Hip [Striker]

Stupid Slutty Moth Pimp [Val]

Why Am I In Your Mass Text? [Velvette]

You Can Be So Cruel And That's All You've Ever Done [Stella]

Look How They Shine For You [Stolas]

Everything Everything Everything You Touch Turns To Gold [Paimon]

Got A Touch Like A Thorn 'Cause The Girl She's Hiding Horns [Lilith]

Mess With The Horns And You Get The Devil [Satan]

Bring Your Own Fork Girl You Know I Don't Provide It [Bee-lzebub]

CENT-ipede [Mammon]

I'll Climb To The Top of Mount Rock and Be Part of That Heavenly Scene [Adam]

Que Sera Seraphim [Sera]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

AU Tags and AU Muse Tags (Partner-Specfic)

In The Twilight Glow I See Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain [René] (@adeerandhisshadow's René)

On The TV Yeah You'll See I'll Show You I'll Own You ((Bluescreen-Verse)) - AU involving Vox and René

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (Partner-Specific)

Froggy Little Flips {Fizz x Ozzie} - @e-m-p-error's Fizz and my Ozzie

Circuit Breaker {Vox x Val} - @e-m-p-error's Valentino and my Vox

Offer Me All The Stars Above Me {Lucifer x Paimon} @e-m-p-error's Paimon and my Lucifer

In Your Holy Water That Burns My Bastard Mind {Lucifer x Adam} - @e-m-p-error's Adam and my Lucifer

Does She Know That Her Destiny Lies With Me {Charlie x Vaggie} [pending]

You'll See Me On The Blue Screen {René x Vox} @adeerandhisshadow's René and my Vox

A Million Feathers Falling Down A Million Stars That Touch The Ground {Andre x Stolas} @stolsas 's Stolas and my Andrealphus

Come Gimme Some Of That Yum Like A Lollipop {Loona x Bee} @e-m-p-error's Bee and my Loona

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (General) [Typically used on Art Reblogs]

Crooked Hearts [Fizzmodeus]

StaticMoth [VoxVal]

Little Moth Please Take Your Time [Chaggie]

Signal Interference [VoxAl]

SnowyOwl [Andrealphus/Stolas]

Original Sinners [LiliFer]

The Fallen Star and The Leading Man [LuciAdam]

You Look Like Gold To Me [PaiCifer]

HoneyMoon [LoonaBee]

All I Want All I Want All I Want Is Everything [Mammon x Stella]

Poison Tipped Daggers [Zestilla]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

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[zestials]

what if they kissed ? prompt / not accepting.

@prnkill sent ── What if they kissed?

zestial is a decent cook when it comes to the same several dishes he's been preparing forever but when he's in a kitchen he's unfamiliar with there are some .. hiccups. not to mention technology he's not in the least familiar with ( all this to say , it's not going all that well. ) whatever staff had been about skittered away at the mere sight of zestial , clad in clothes he'd summoned rather than an ill - fitting pink robe.

after the second try is swept into the trash , he's dragged a little shadowy demon out of swirls of lime green magic & hindered helped them complete the simple meal of pancakes. by the time he hears val enter , zestial's turning with two plates in hand. the spider's a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the penthouse but he doesn't seem the least bothered.

perhaps he hadn't expected him to stay , like he'd slither away when morning came. zestial hardly thought such was proper ( AS IF ANY OF THIS WAS ) he'd give a little , not all ! this crosses into territory he's not entirely used to but he'd be damned before he was thrown off kilter.

the plates of food are set atop table before zestial turns to properly face him & pull out a chair. so polite , as if evidence of differing activities didn't linger on both their skin. " good morrow , " drawled with a crinkle of his eyes , fingertips beckoning val closer to steal a kiss. an attempt at a chaste peck hardly remains so , clawed hand dancing along skin to rest at the nape of neck.

" dessert comes after a meal. " it doesn't sound all that much like chastisement really.

#prnkill #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #i was like oh i'll do it based off what we talked abt a lil and then #remembered zee. would not know how to use most modern appliances #i'm crying. he's stressed about the stove #this could've been val walking in on him reading the manual for it.