#Strikers Saloon

[a-hazbin-spider]

Look, @strikers-saloon was being funny, and I had to-

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #striker: country boy i love youuuuu #striker helluva boss #strikers saloon #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust; y’know from tv? #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #strikerdust #i will get a ship name probably #my art: with these hands i create!

[erthlyheavn]

@strikers-saloon said:

"Careful princess, teasin' a cowboy ain't the best thing to do unless you'd want your pants torn off... I'd be happy to help expose that find rump any day!"

"I'd like to see you try~"

#🌈ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡꜱ: ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱᴛᴀʀ #❖ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ #careful charlie you're playing with fire there #strikers saloon

[infernal-feminae]

@strikers-saloon said: Striker picks up Niffty, cause he can and he's missed her.

"Awww~! I missed you too, darling~" Niffty giggles, before proceeding to kiss his snoot.

#🧵ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ: ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ #❖ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ #strikers saloon

[shadowofthehost]

"We would look like a horse costume if I tried to hide in your sweater. I'd have to pick you up."

#astor the sasster #strikers saloon #they would need a snuggy xD

[nohalosinhell-archive]

strikers-saloon asked: "Hey, Andrealphus, you looking for a suitor? Didn't know you were on the market."

The peacock chuckles quietly.

"Not for me, dear. I've wed my bride and bore a child. My suitor days are over~ I was discussing potential suitors for my daughter."

#strikers saloon #🦚 andrealphus ❄️ #Delphine would love striker holy fuck

[phisaya]

@strikers-saloon | from here

"A friend or acquaintance, huh?" Phisaya thinks about the people she knows and spends time with. That's a lot of people! She needs to stop and ask herself if she has any feelings for them.

"Well, I don't know if I have a crush on anyone at the moment, but I'd like to get to know this person better and see what happens. I know we don't hang out much, but any idea who it could be?"

#(ic) #strikers saloon

[pinklocksoflove]

@strikers-saloon

Last night was a blur, all Verosika knew was that her head was pounding, she felt sick to her stomach and she's down to her underwear in a crappy motel. By the looks of things she was in Wrath, judging by the orange hue of the sky.

This was one hell of a hangover. She lets out a groan as she rolls to her side. The mattress was hard, and uncomfortable but she couldn't seem to get herself out of bed for now.

#strikers saloon #She is not a happy camper lol

[hazbinsandweirdos]

"Renewing our vows already?"

@strikers-saloon

#pierre things #dash commentary #dash games #strikers saloon #striker

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@strikers-saloon​ liked for a Masquerade Ball starter!  

“Um, e-excuse me, s-sir? You’re not s-supposed to be back here...” The hellhound nervously called out to the cowboy once she spotted him in an area off limits to the guests. She just assumed he had accidentally got turned around trying to find the bathrooms or something. The palace could be rather confusing to navigate.

“Are you lost? I can direct you back to the ballroom if you’d like?”

#🎨ᴀʀᴛꜱʏ ʜᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ: ɪᴄ ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ #closed starter #strikers saloon #Event: Masquerade Ball

[bossblitzy]

@strikers-saloon || plotted starter

Stolas watched the assassin pace and tried to keep his mind clear. The pain was distracting; despite his bold words the difference between the pain games him and Blitzy enjoyed and this was staggering. This was hateful. Assassination attempts weren't uncommon, holy weapons on the other hand…

For perhaps the first time he could recall, he was truly helpless. Bound by holy ropes that did more than incapacitate him - they burned. His powers, usually at the tip of his fingers, were locked away. Never before had he been this vulnerable. At the mercy of somebody who clearly despised him. Why?

Thank the Morningstar, a distraction.

He shifted to keep the tall imp in view, tried to recall what he had spat at him among the numerous insults.

'Some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you.'

"What did we take from you?" A plaintive whisper, no defensive sass this time. "You don't have to talk about it if you do not wish to, of course-" What a useless thing to say; obviously he didn't have to. He tried to quell the urge to ramble awkwardly, as he always did. "-but you are presently with one of the very few of the Goetia family who would listen. And regret causing undue pain."

#strikers saloon #heeey! #hope this works - happy to rewrite if you like :) #{ fall from the stars straight into your arms ~⛧~ stolas }

[pcrplevenom]

@strikers-saloon

A visit to the Wrath Ring would be a good break, minus the fact her hair wasn't up and looking like a tired wreck in general. Patched up in a few places, mostly the upper arm and left leg. Soldan usually had a bright look on her face, replaced with being worn out for several weeks. Staring at the saloon doors, maybe a sign of relief. A polite knock, then stepping inside and leaning on a wall; maybe on the verge of passing out. "Hey, pardon how bad I look here. Been a while!"

#strikers saloon #offers an overworked snake as mentioned in discord #Ma'am you're about to collapse any minute now-

[a-hazbin-spider]

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.” // 'Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

What’s Wrong? || @strikers-saloon

“Y’think ain’t th’ most positive answer- it’s not exactly an easy task t’hide from me anyway. No matter how lil it is, lemme take a look, a’right?” Carefully, his hands take a hold over one hand and hope to guide the imp in a sit, his lips meeting with those knuckles before pulling back just enough to see if Striker had indeed done any real damage to his body after getting some punks taken care of. “Promise, I make a convincing nurse~.”

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #striker: country boy i love youuuuu #strikers saloon

[erthlyheavn]

kiss roulette

@strikers-saloon said: "i want the k" //The litteral first muse that pops into your mind right now!

25. A kiss that's an accident

Truthfully, she hadn't expected to see Striker again so soon after their last little encounter. And while she liked him, he wasn't the only person who's company she enjoyed from time to time. When she heard him enter her room, she grabbed him and brought him for a kiss.

"You've kept me waiting long enou--Oh. It you, Striker. Do forgive me, I had assumed you were someone else." She sat back up, while she looked as poised as ever she was a bit embarrassed by her little mishap. "Did you forget something, darling?"

#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ #❖ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ #strikers saloon

[infernal-feminae]

@strikers-saloon replied: Striker coughing in the distance.

"Got something to say, cowboy?"

#🍹ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴʏ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴀ #strikers saloon

[shadowofthehost]

"What are you confessing? Usually flattery means you're hiding something."

@strikers-saloon

#astor the sasster #the dash is alive today #dash games #strikers saloon

[nohalosinhell-archive]

@strikers-saloon

Everyone who is killed during that gameshow is brought back immediately no worse for wear. Andrealphus knows that. Yet something about the way Striker was killed-- it's stuck in his mind for the last thirty minutes. It's played over and over, the expression on Striker's face burning into his memory more and more each time.

Now, perhaps he's overreacting. He's a peacock, after all. Making a scene is what they do.

... So off to Wrath he goes.

Right to the man's door.

"Striker?" He asks as he approaches the man's home. He's been here a matter of minutes, and he's already reminded of why he always calls for the imp rather than coming down to get him. The dry air combined with the heat is unbearable.

#strikers saloon #🦚 Andrealphus ❄️