Send “you Okay?” To Find My Muse Sitting Alone On A Roof At Night.

just for fun, send me  “SMACK”  for your muse to just punch mine in the face.  go on, do it!  what’s the worst that could happen…? 

me: *jokes about adding alastor to my blog*

ghost & zayne: do it coward

me: *crying while I put on my squeaky shoes and a red nose*

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"Yes, but people expect that from me." He lounges back on the sofa, stretching one leg along the length of it. "I am the Drama of the Vees. I make the messes and Vox and you-" here he reaches across the space between them to tap the tip of her nose. "Clean it up for me."

@helluvahotpot sent,  ❝  Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain.  ❞   /   tumblr text posts part two

  ❝ I did not just hear that shit out of your mouth, Valentino. I did not just fucking hear that from the guy who chases after whores. babe, if something is wrong with my brain, what’s your god damn excuse? ❞

I can't put in words how self serving this is but honestly- who else is volunteering to be the owner of that third glass? 🙋‍♀️

@hazbintales said: ❛  will i ever be good enough?  ❜ (Stolas to Blitzo)

He needed to leave.

Being around Stolas was too hard now. He made Blitzø's skin itch- like it was too tight and he just wanted to scratch it all off til the feeling went away.

Funnily enough the feeling didn't go away as he walked away. In fact it only got worse the closer he got to the door. With every step quick step his agitation grew, the feeling growing and filling his chest til he felt like he couldn't breath.

But he knew.

He knew that if he got far enough away he'd be okay.

Or he could go back to his apartment and pretend to be okay anyway. Same difference, right? As long as no one knew there was a problem, who was to say there even was one, right?

He's so far into his head that he almost doesn't catch Stolas' words said so softly but still echoing so loud in the silence of the room.

He stopped in his tracks, hands convulsively opening and closing with agitation. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder at the other, brows furrowed in consternation.

"What? What are you talking about? Good enough for what?"

Because Stolas couldn't possibly be talking about being good enough for him. That was the stupidest thing he'd ever thought, and he'd had a LOT of stupid ass thoughts before.

He turns around fully, arms spread out in front of him in bewilderment. "What the fuck are you talking about, Stolas??"

okay, gonna dust this blog off and try to get back into it.

like this post if you want to plot with any of my muses and i'll hop into your IMs ~!

Alastor sat up in bed, pulling the covers away to look down at Nifty nibbling on his arm lightly, a bemused smile on his face.

"Nifty, darling, what are you doing?" he asked, otherwise seemingly unperturbed by her behavior.

@helluvahotpot

Niffty sneaks into Alastors room, climbing up onto his bed, and within moments, she is next to him and her mouth on his arm, and she nibbled slightly at his skin.

He chuckled at how excited Lucifer seemed to be about this. It was kind of cute how much like Charlie he was. Guess that apple didn't fall too far from the tree after all.

"Okay, okay, I guess I can't really say no to an exclusive offer like that...!"

  ❝ well, of course! it's not just the night off. I have a wonderful little spot in the middle of the pentagram. they don't usually allow sinners in, but they'll just have to make an exception. you're going to love it! ❞