OPEN: mark mardon aka weather wizard

Mardon had had the decency to just pick the lock and not smash it or any windows at least. That left signs of a break in to outside eyes too much anyways. Making his way into the kitchen, Mark turned on the smallest light he could just so he could see what he was looking for. It had started to rain outside now and he took a slow breath, just finding the sound calming for a moment before he rummaged to find a clean dish towel to replace the bloodied one he was holding against his right side. The old one was tossed into the sink before he pressed the fresh linen against the wound. Hearing a sound behind him, the rogue turned quickly.

“  — shit …” Green eyes stared for a moment before he rose a finger to his lips in a hushing motion. “Don’t freak out. I’m not here to rob you – or hurt you,” he added quickly, his deep voice getting more gravely at the low level. “I’ll be outta your hair before you know it–just don’t think about getting any stupid ideas…”

[OPEN]: Dominic Roscio

Dominic looked on in disbelief before he tried to just laugh it off a bit. “Listen – I’m a teacher. Not only have I taught elementary school kids who can’t lie for shit – but I’ve taught highschool. Trust me, I’ve heard it all. I know when I’m being bullshitted. You want to try that again?”

[OPEN]: Anton

"Blood on my shirt? No. It's not blood. In fact it's a rather lovely boysenberry jam. And if it makes you feel any better it is my blood -- I mean jam. It's my jam. I made it myself. That's something I do now. Bit of a hobby."

“I was trying to make a joke about how I’m 6 foot 3 standing up but ‘blank’ foot ‘n inches on my knees — but I haven’t much slept over the last three days and math just got too hard.”

[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well hello there, Dollface. You got a lighter I can borrow? I prooomise I'll give it right back," he hummed, batting his lashes playfully.

[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well aren't you a tall glass of water," the Demon cooed. The irony of it being he was rather tall himself. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Home of the sexiest Sinners this side of Hell," he added cockily, gesturing to himself with a long fingered hand pressed over his chest fluff. "Maybe I can give you a private tour," he winked before hearing Husk huff in annoyance over at the bar. Angel glanced over with a smirk. "Don't worry Kitty, that offer still extends to you, muuurroww," Angel laughed back into the couch he was sprawled across, long legs curved over the arm.

[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well aren't you a tall glass of water," the Demon cooed. The irony of it being he was rather tall himself. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Home of the sexiest Sinners this side of Hell," he added cockily, gesturing to himself with a long fingered hand pressed over his chest fluff. "Maybe I can give you a private tour," he winked before hearing Husk huff in annoyance over at the bar. Angel glanced over with a smirk. "Don't worry Kitty, that offer still extends to you, muuurroww," Angel laughed back into the couch he was sprawled across, long legs curved over the arm.

Of course this is exactly how the scene went.

Edward rolled his eyes at the comment about Two-Face's attire over his own. The Riddler's suits were high end, thank you very much Mother Nature. "I would think of anyone you would appreciate a love of green," he shot back with light annoyance in his tone but he waved it aside with his hand. "I -- did -- come for the money I am owed. Is there a reason you don't have my split?" He asked tersely.

" don't tell him I said so, but some of you should take some of harvey's fashion advice. when he's not wearing the two-toned suits, of course. " pamela runs her eyes over edward's figure, roaming from the crown of his head to the man's shoes. it is clear she disapproves. but how can a woman wearing leaves give judgement? " anyway. did you come for the money? i don't have it. " @survivoirs

                                              “Do you believe in the devil father?” 

[ edits: 5/? ]

Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP

( originally by imlostinthesnow, archived here)

Nigma had left the door locked with its standard deadbolt but had purposively not engaged the extra smart-tech locks and security system to his house. Well, this wasn't his main home. His penthouse wasn't an address he allowed being located as easily as this medium sized house in the Gotham suburbs. The super nosey and on top of it neighborhood watch and expensive security at the front gate He didn't want to make it too easy for his fellow displaced countryman but he always wasn't looking to watch him struggle with his own security system coding. Edward wasn't looking at Moran for his coding abilities or lack thereof. His interest in the man laid elsewhere.

The sniper was right on schedule of when Edward calculated he'd arrive. Of course he'd still act like he'd been waiting longer than he'd actually. "About time you showed up," he teased playfully despite the knife being held to his throat from behind. Edward simply tilted his head backwards to look back up at the man, while also subtly protecting his carotid more should he have miscalculated Moran's patience.

"Before you get mad at the riddles it took to actually get what you're after, I wasn't lying about the item you seek. It's on the table, wrapped in that green silk over there," he gestured with his hand carefully. "Check it out and then let's talk."

@thesecondmost

So my boyfriend and I are currently 'long distance' again. but only for another week thankfully. But often we will videocall at night and watch something together on Kast. So I showed him Hazbin Hotel last night, watched a few eps and he thought it was rad. So MUWHAHAHA dragging him into my hyperfixations again haha

[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well hello there, Dollface. You got a lighter I can borrow? I prooomise I'll give it right back," he hummed, batting his lashes playfully.

TK hadn't quite expected this sort of conversation at a bar of all places but it was endearing and refreshing. After all, TK didn't go to bars to drink. No substances for him, thanks, but he was enjoying his fizzy water and the people watching and social aspect. Definitely something he needed after work still, even if he didn't drink anymore.

"I think that's a pretty human thing to want, yeah?" The irony of his statement was of course lost on him. "That sense of wanting to belong somewhere. To have a place of our own. It's a nice idea, man. I don't blame you for liking it," he offered warmly, brows furrowing subtly. He wondered what brought a guy like this out at night. "I take it you're still searching for that? Are you just visiting Austin? Or looking for a place to set roots?

@qapsiel

Ok I am going to add Angel Dust / Anthony from Hazbin Hotel. Interacting with him can be done in Hell with other muses having AUs as a sinner/demon or an Angel/resident of Heaven. OR I will also have his “alive” verse when he’s still human / son in the Italian Mafia etc. His human verse is VERY different in terms of how he acts since a big thing of being in hell is the freedom to express himself like he never felt he was safe to do in his living life being gay and in a mob family. But I’m excited to develop both verses. I’ll probs use his voice actor as his human FC too tbh or look a bit to find another possibility.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Drug use, drug addiction, Abuse, Suggestive & Sexual content, SW abuse, implied forced drug use, implied SA.

This show absolutely made a BANGER of a song and with this choreography while at the same time showing such storytelling in Angels's story of wanting to start to fight back against Val and change himself for the better. I love (1) spider sinner Demon boi. 😭