Ghostly RPs

Collin, Ghost knew, would be completely unable to defend himself from Alastor should the Overlord become violent with him. That was their worry- that Alastpr would take offense to his assault of them and add their old friend's screams to his broadcast.

It was reassuring to know that was not the case.

Vox, however... Ghost didn't particularly think they cared if he had to defend himself or not. They doubted it would go so far. There was no point in Alastor becoming violent against another Overlord- it was an unneccessary risk.

It was not a common thing for Alastor to go that far for simple transgressions. The reaping of one's soul in order to be used for one purpose of another in his repertoire was generally meant for those who crossed him severely. Or with enough repeated intent for it to become annoying. For a simple act - one that he had almost no personal stake in - hunting down this 'Collin' would be a waste of time and resources.

For Vox, however, it would not be the first time they would have been violent with one another. That Ghost was a contracted sinner in his employ made things complex. It could easily incite something much more severe for Alastor to step in to try and convince the other overlord to back off. But given recent events...

He was not sure.

"Do not concern yourself with anything except recovery," Alastor said finally, finishing up with the cleaning of the wounds and permitting the other to simply rinse and relax in the warmth of the bath for a few moments.

It was silly- worrying about him.

They reminded themself once again that Alastor wasn't the type to start unnecessary fights. He was too smart for that. And despite Vox's temper, so was he... at least, they assumed. They didn't know their boss that well and didn't really intend to get to know him.

"Right, you're from the prohibition, right?" Ghost tilted their head. "Honestly, I could see you breaking some laws. You were already a serial killer, so I don't think something like an alcohol ban was exactly going to stop you."

They took a sip from their drink- nearly forgotten at this point.

"It's a lot safer to be queer now- or at least it was before I died. Don't get me wrong, it's not perfect. There's still dangerous people, there's still shitty parents. But it's... getting safer. Or it was when I was still up there."

Then they shook their head, smiling again. "But hey, I'm glad there's safe spaces down here for people who need 'em. And who doesn't love a good Pride party? I remember one year people were doing rainbow shots. Pretty sure they were like 90% vodka, so I didn't touch them."

"Alive for the twenties and a few of the thirties, yes. Prohibition was still quite in effect when I died, but I've heard tale that they repealed the act sometime later in the year. Unfortunate, but I suppose I had enough fun in the meantime to not have been too greatly effected. "

He'd been to plenty of parties, at any rate, fueled by illicit drink and drug. And most were a good time - the ones that he remembered, at any rate. He was not above getting so drunk as to end u p in places without explanation.

How casually Ghost spoke of his crimes, however, was a bit comical. Not everyone took the fact that he had, in fact, been a serial killer in such stride. But he knew it was no secret. There were enough chronicles of his behavior in a few books here or there for it to be publicly available knowledge, if one were determined enough.

Alastor did, however, wrinkle his nose a bit at the mention of 'rainbow' shots.

"That sounds like a quick way to fall right into the gutter."

...But-

Despite everything, their college days were something they could still look upon fondly.

Then Alastor brought up shots. They paused, considering it.

Ghost was never one to drink heavily. Even in hell, usually they were one and done- unless they were having a particularly shitty day.

Have a rare selfie! I make myself really dysphoric so I don't take them generally, but I had an old pic of me and my son DovahKiing on a good day, so I just threw on a filter, here go

Name: Loon, Loonie, Luce, Luci, I'm pretty easy! I'll respond to pretty much anything haha; if you're looking for my legal business name, I'll just dox myself before PayPal does, HonorRae, yippeee

Most Active Muse: Lucifer and Alastor are fistfighting for first place while Lilith and Vox are sneaking up with a couple of steel chairs — at least on discord. On Tumblr, definitely Lucifer!!

Experience: Hhhhhhhfghjfbhjbbh, define experience? Haha, if you mean just the concept of pretending to be a character and acting it out with your friends, I would do that after middle school with my friends at 13 playing pretend and acting scenes with characters from Animorphs and Lord of the Rings. If you mean actually write down scenes and taking turns round robin style, I would say 17, when I'd crack open my word doc and email 3-8 page replies with my roleplay buddy, haha (Doctor Who, at the time).

But for roleplay on discord using tupper that would be in 2020 (age...24??), and I'm super fresh to Tumblr roleplay, only started with this blog, um, last....may...? 2024 (28).

Fluff, Angst, or Smut: I'm a slut for writing of any kind, haha. My strong suit is angst, I think, I can really pull characters through an emotionally ruinous situation; and had way too many people say "woah there, satan", sooo 🥴 I really do like writing fluff, and expressing love and earnest tenderness of all kinds through it (not necessarily romance, I'm equal opportunity bitch), and making characters feels safe and tended to, and characters healing their own hurts by tending to others and feeling that love vicariously through it.

Smut is... Probably my weakest point, ngl, in concerns for pacing. Sorry in advance if it flops or feels a bit rushed or dragged out. Please just let me know in the moment, I won't be mad, I'd genuinely feel worse if my roleplay partner felt uncomfortable or cringed tf out. Any constructive crit would be appreciated and helpful!

Long or Short Replies: As you can probably see in this post.... I'm a yapper! I'll try really really hard to keep it to 6 or 7 paras max, I really don't want to pressure my roleplay partner into matching if they don't want to — often I end up with closer to 8-10 paragraphs and need to reread my reply and cut down extraneous sentences. Please, please, PLEASE, let me know a preference, I'll try to match you!

Pet Peeves: Not enough communication on narrative progression or how to start a thread. Trying to force my character to act a certain way/ignoring the content to rewrite what my character did to force a certain interaction. Or silently resenting my pacing without communicating until too late,, I do tend to drag out scenes or end them awkwardly, please be patient with me.

Are You Like Your Muse: sooo um fUNNY YOU MENTION THIS BUT UH —storytime?? I'm a system/plural, which in super loose terms, "I" have dissociative identity disorder and there's about 40people in this single body trenchcoat. Though, we tend to just try and masquerade as a singular unit, it's easier that way for those not in the know. How this relates is about last year the previous host was going through a time of extreme stress and processing a few traumatic events, and by chance, came across this post. She had no idea who this little guy was, or the community at all. But this post made something click? I guess?

"I" really clung onto it, and some months later, not only me but another alter formed from that feeling, and solidified after more uhhhh,, really traumatic events happened to put it mildly. Our partner brought us into Hazbin and honestly, that and our person is the only reason we were able to cope; and now there's me, and there's a guy named Lucifer, and we share this blog, haha.

I am more like the way blog-Lucifer is portrayed, but my alter does help a LOT with lore and backstory while I write. He also helps me keep out any bleed through as much as possible. It's hard, because all of my personal memories only begin from mid-march(???) 2025 and so much was poured into Hazbin and Lucifer, I (and by I, I mean the entire system) genuinely cannot remember mid-December 2024- to whenever the heck I snapped into existence; and Hazbin is an anchor for the me who is acting as a host.

I, personally, cling so hard because as strange as it is to say for those that don't have some form of dissociative mental illness or memory disorder how terrifying it is to not know who you are or the history your body was physically there for, and wondering when you are gonna disappear or be replaced with someone new, like you never existed... For me, Loon, and Lucifer, this is.. sorta like a way to say we existed? Maybe too deep, but this blog is really a chicken and egg scenario, if we're more like the muse or the muse is more like us.

Stopping here before this gets to be too long, not sure it's really relevant to the question

Time to Write: Currently on a semi-hiatus! Until I finally am able to move out and get into a stable living situation at the end of April, I will be highly sporadic and selective with threads. I really really wish I could write more and had the capacity to write and catch up with everyone, but since last July I haven't really been in a good home life/environment to do anything routine like I had at the start. Pretty much just been writing with one exclusive here, but hoping to reach out to more people!!

This summer, I hope to not only revamp this blog and commission someone to help me with a theme and a custom set of emojis, but a strict regular schedule with a working queue system.

Tagged by: @radioiaci

MOST ACTIVE MUSE: Definitely Hazbin!Ghost. I love my little cat moth... but I'd love to use Alaina, my fallen angel kitty, more! She holds a special place in my heart for being the first OC I made! (Fun Fact, Hazbin!Ghost was meant to be a self-insert character, but turned into their own thing. That's why I share a lot of hobbies with them!)

EXPERIENECE: Oooooh I've been roleplaying a long time. I actually started back in likeeeeee.... grade school? I'd join warrior cats roleplay groups on Roblox of all things! I can't quite remember my age. I also remember LARPing a wolf story with my only friend back in fifth grade.

I've also been writing since I was like thirteen and... thank God I've improved a lot.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Usually I go for a mix of angst and fluff! I can write smut, but I don't consider myself very good at it and it's definitely reserved for mutuals.

Hurt/comfort is definitely a favorite type of roleplay though! I love my characters being hurt and then taken care of by their friends, family or romantic interest,,,

But I also do like to write two characters just vibing sometimes.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: A bit of both, depending on my motivation! Although does it still count as short if it's a short paragraph?

I try really hard to have at least one paragraph and I tend to dislike writing one liners. I like to include a lot of detail and inner character commentary and thoughts. I think it's important to really get into your muse's head while writing them.

PET PEEVES: One liners. Please please please give me SOMETHING to work with. Even just a character reaction or action. A tilt of the head, a tapping foot, the twitch of an eye or some internal monologue or reasoning. It just makes it a lot harder for me to write.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: I'm a lot like Hazbin!Ghost! We're both very creative individuals with countless unfinished wips lmaoooo. As stated, Hazbin!Ghost was originally a self-insert character who kinda developed into their own character!

As for my other characters... well, I'm glad not to be like Nurse Mercy!

TIME TO WRITE: Ehhhh pretty much anytime? I'm a disabled adult who's not currently in school so I have plenty of time on my hands! But I'd say my best writing time is at night.

But it really depends on how hyper focused on a fandom I am!

They supposed they were. They must be to be friends with the Radio Demon.

"It's not so bad once you get into the swing of it. Keep in mind some things are easier to make than others. Scarves are usually pretty beginner friendly. Grandmother taught me by teaching me to do granny squares, which you can use for about anything. I started making a quilt with a bunch of differently colored ones back when I was alive."

They never did finish that quilt, though. They regretted that.

Hm. Maybe...

"Beginner, puh."

He would take no commentary less than that which agreed with his assessment of the art being quite impossible to manage in the long-term. If he could pay Ghost to continue to craft the little knitted doo-dads and what not, then he would.

But most close to him knew that Alastor did not have a dime to his name.

The question briefly pulled him out of his silent frustration as he continued with the strange ritual that the other had taught him, glancing up.

Christmas was a time to be with those you loved- and those who loved you. But after Collin's death, they had isolated themself. No one to see around the holidays, so they just threw themself into work.

But perhaps this year...

@ghostlyrps ▹ continued from here.

Despite his stubborn insistence that the task was simply just too difficult... He remained silent as Ghost instructed using in apparent terminology that was meant to appeal to someone such as himself.

What was more aggravating was that it worked, his claws finally managing to make sense of the repetitive motion required to actually make progress. The scarf itself was meant to be a small gift - for... someone. But he would not say who.

That the yarn was blue should not have been mentioned. Shut up.

"...Okay, fair enough," he mumbled, falling into relative silence once again as his brow furrowed and he continued to make slow, but gradual progress. Only breaking the silence to add:

They supposed they were. They must be to be friends with the Radio Demon.

"It's not so bad once you get into the swing of it. Keep in mind some things are easier to make than others. Scarves are usually pretty beginner friendly. Grandmother taught me by teaching me to do granny squares, which you can use for about anything. I started making a quilt with a bunch of differently colored ones back when I was alive."

They never did finish that quilt, though. They regretted that.

Hm. Maybe...

@tinyfieryghost ⧐ 🚢 👀 OOC SHIPPING ASKS.

The guilt still haunted them.

But they thought Alastor deserved to know. They could trust him with knowing.

And if Collin hurt them again, they wanted him to understand.

"I killed someone. Ome of my college roommates, my friend. Collin."

...friend. As if they weren't en route to being much, much more than that. Collin never hid how much he liked them, and they liked him, too.

They wished they figured it out sooner.

"He had... a drinking problem. He didn't ever hurt anyone, but he could get loud. It was always worse when something of high-stress came up." They swallowed, finding their voice strangely even, almost numb. "We were supposed to be working on an important project together, but he just went out to drink. We got in a huge argument over it when he came back. He just wanted to go to bed, but I was pissed and it made him angry in return. Then he got in my face and I... pushed him. He broke his head open off the corner of a table. I tried to call for help, but I guess it must have been close to instant, because he was gone by the time paramedics showed up."

They hadn't meant to.

"It was an accident. But if that mattered I wouldn't be here."

But it didn't mean it wasn't still their fault.

"He's... he's down here, too." They added. "He doesn't deserve to be for being a stupid college kid who didn't know when to put the bottle down, but he is. And he was pissed to see me. Understandable, really. He hit my head off the bar- probably lucky the bar wasn't damaged. Vox would have been pissed."

They sighed through their nose, ears lowering.

At the mention of a murder, Alastor found his hand stilling for just a few moments. He had not thought Ghost to be capable of such an act, but he presumed that anyone found down in Hell might have such an ability. But he made no comment of the sort, opting to continue to wash and clean in silence as Ghost continued.

When the eventual admission of the event itself came about, however, it seemed to track much more readily with Alastor's perception of Ghost and their personality. Ah. So it was an accident. That made more sense, though even if that were the case...

Heaven's judgement seemed to be much more harsh than he imagined. An accident should not have landed one in the depths, in his estimation.

But Alastor groused quietly when he was pre-emptively told to temper his own reaction, if such an occasion were to arise.

"You presume that you have any control over what I do whatsoever."

It was a bitter statement that came out more harsh than he meant it to be. But such was his temperament in general. 'Friend' - or whatever they were - he would not allow Ghost to tell him what or what not to do.

It was not in his purview to go out of his way, however.

"I do not care for this Collin," he stated.

"But I do fully intend on speaking to Vox."

Collin, Ghost knew, would be completely unable to defend himself from Alastor should the Overlord become violent with him. That was their worry- that Alastpr would take offense to his assault of them and add their old friend's screams to his broadcast.

It was reassuring to know that was not the case.

Vox, however... Ghost didn't particularly think they cared if he had to defend himself or not. They doubted it would go so far. There was no point in Alastor becoming violent against another Overlord- it was an unneccessary risk.