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@hazbin-shenanigans
Hey guys! I know I haven't been on here at all, but I'm moving the muses here over to my multimuse sideblog @basketofbrokenboys that I'm much more active on and adding some more muses like Abel <3 If you're still interested in interacting you can find me there. I follow back from @connor-mark-ii
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“Hehehehe!” the devil giggled, far too gleeful, because boy was he ever going to milk this! “You liked it! You liked the little duck!”
He glanced down at the wooden desk he stood upon. ”Oh my apologies.” And jumped to stand onto the chair instead.
“How’s that, my deer?” He bubbled out too much wheezing giggles for a pun that stupid.
Alastor was really trying to contain himself. He could feel the shadow magic welling up in him, ready to unleash it on the shorter demon king. But he shoved it back down. It was not a fight he would win if he picked one with Lucifer. Though he was still unable to hide the sheer annoyance on his face, the corners of his smile twitched and his ears pinned back, the whine of the wendigo within him rumble.
"It would be much preferred if you were to vacate my room. Immediately."
Lucifer is unsure of what to say, and how to react to this. There’s a strange sentimentality curling around his heart, that he wasn’t ever supposed to feel for this brat. Mocking him feels more normal to their dynamic, but he’s…not sure how to handle this sudden shift from the way his gesture seemed to be appreciated.
“It’s displayed at the front of your desk,” he smirks. In a glittery flash he’s beside the deer, hanging upside down obnoxiously over him, and his wings hang like a curtain over Alastor. “You LIKE it!”
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, grabbing the item and shoving it in the drawer. He back up against it so he could hold it closed with his hip. "Now will you get off my desk?"
⛦˙♱⋆☠︎︎⋆♱˙⛧
Well shit. Both of them are caught in quite the predicament. Lucifer is unprepared for a warmth that wells in his chest when he sees the…little red novelty ‘gift’ he’d presented the deer earlier. It’s clearly cleaned of the horrid substance…and just presented proudly on his desk.
He ignores the deer’s irritated comment, and speaks softer than he wants to.
“You…kept it?”
@hazbin-shenanigans
"Why wouldn't I? It's a reminder of the embarrassment you made of yourself trying to play a petty childish prank on me," he said. However that wasn't exactly the whole reason behind it. While it was amusing as a trophy, no one actually ever gave him anything close to a gift except for Nifty, but he had a special place on his shelves for those.
His arms are hilariously coated in bandages, and linen replaces the satin gloves he wore earlier. Charlie had sent him here to the deer’s room—her idea, he assumes, of trying to once more force diplomacy between them. So the King has come on request. Per the…tacky taste in decor, Lucifer certainly doesn’t expect what he sees on Alastor’s desk.
“What’s…what’s that on your desk?” he blinks.
Well, fuck.
First of all, he wasn't even expecting Lucifer of all people to barge into his room. On the desk next to the radio that's play some soft jazz is the red antlered duck. He gets up from the armchair he was reading in and steps in front of it.
"Oh, it's nothing. Also not to sound rude, but did no one teach you to knock before entering a room?"
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“We-ll…” It’s getting hard to speak. The irritation inflaming his skin is getting unbearable, and his serpentine tongue twists on so many words. He already has a speech impediment under stress, and this is making it so much worse. “I…know we haven’t ex-actly gotten off on the right f-oot….but…” Losing his train of thought there.
“OH UNHOLY HELL! THIS SUFFERING!” He’s seized a cloth and is vigorously rubbing at his blistering hands. Phew.
“….Wait this cloth has MORE POWDER ON IT-MOTHER OF-“
Now that get's a real laugh out of the radio demon. He really can't help it, it's just too funny. Surely laughing at the king of hell was an offense of some kind, but the poor fallen angel was just too much.
"Apologies, your majesty," he chuckled. "I would recommend going and getting cleaned up. We wouldn't want you to scratch yourself raw, would we?"
Oh the motherfucker of the hour.
Canary yellow eyes narrow on the radio demon as he bares his teeth and tries to suppress the urge to CLAW OFF HIS HANDS. The prickling is unbearable, and he barely manages to repress wincing as he holds out his present.
“…I made you something.”
"Oh, why I'm quite flattered, your majesty," Alastor chimes. With a small wave of his cane, one of his small shadow dolls appear. It hops up and snatches the duck from Lucifer before waddling back over to its master. He bends down to get a closer look at it and chuckles, speaking with insincerity. "It's lovely. To think that you went through all this trouble for me. I will cherish it."
Another wave of his hand and both doll and duck vanish. Admittedly he was going to have it cleaned off and put it on his desk in his studio. But Lucifer didn't need to know that did he?
‘ try not to move. ’ {{ Mayleene and Alastor }}
WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY || Accepting!
His ears pin back as he eases himself against a wall. Sharp teeth are clenched together as he looks up at the human. His hair bristles as she speaks to him.
"It's not that deep," he said, his hand still held tightly over the large gash in his chest. Actually it was pretty bad, but not that she needed to know that.
HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
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「 RP MEME : WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY . 」 * change pronouns as needed . [ my / your ] is dependent on the receiver.
WORRIED.
‘ how did they find your weakness? ’
‘ don’t leave me, please. ’
‘ i still need you. ’
‘ that’s a lot of blood. ’
‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’
‘ here, let me help you. ’
‘ try not to move. ’
‘ no, no, no, no. ’
‘ it’s not supposed to end this way. ’
‘ this can’t be happening. ’
ANGRY.
‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’
‘ you idiot. ’
‘ you were given very clear instructions not to go and do exactly what you did. ’
‘ damnit, stay here. ’
‘ you need to leave! ’
‘ i can handle this on my own. ’
‘ i don’t need your help! ’
‘ keep your fucking eyes open. ’
‘ we don’t have time for this. ’
‘ patch yourself up. ’
PLEASED.
‘ ha! you’re going down that easily? ’
‘ i thought you’d have more fight in you. ’
‘ i can’t believe i actually landed that hit! ’
‘ don’t tell me you’re giving up already. ’
‘ i don’t often like to get my hands dirty… but seeing you like this makes it worth it. ’
‘ this is revenge. ’
‘ bleed for me. you owe me that. ’
‘ i’ve been waiting for years just to see you fall. ’
‘ finally. it’s MY turn to watch you ache. ’
‘ i would say this is the end of us, but this is just the end of you. ’
NON-VERBAL.
‘ PATCH. ‘ - [ my / your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ]
‘ RUN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse runs to [ mine / yours. ]
‘ STOP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse stops dead in their tracks.
‘ DOWN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse falls to the ground.
‘ ASLEEP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse sits with [ mine / yours ] while they rest.
‘ WAKE UP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse shakes [ mine / yours ] awake.
‘ HAND. ’ - [ my / your ] muse clasps a hand over [ mine / yours ] to keep from screaming.
‘ KISS. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grabs [ mine / yours ] and kisses them.
‘ DIG IN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse goes in for another hit / stab.
‘ GRIN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grins at [ my / your ] muses injury.
“At last!”
He presents his newest creation with a flourish, and a bow to some invisible audience, giggling as he squeezes his rubber ducky. Alastor is sure to love this!
Lucifer smooths out the rubber crimson feathers of his newest little avian creation, with pride. Since Charlie has had the petulant king try and play ‘nice’ with his new floormate, a customized rubber ducky seems like the perfect incentive for friendship.
“Hehehe….wait until he learns I coated it in itching powder.” See how you like this one, radio prick.
Suddenly, as he holds his itching powder coated prank gift, something dawns on him.
“….Wait where’s my gloves?”
Oh, what's this? He's watching silently from the shadows as Lucifer messes around with his new little toy. The resemblance to himself was funny but even more hilarious was seeing the bottle of itching powder and Lucifer not wearing any gloves.
There's a hiss of radio static and the sound of a tinny laugh coming through a speaker. "I hope I'm not interrupting any important work."
"Alastor, you need stitches. A blood transfusion probably." Her own ears were pinned back. Not in anger or irritation, but worry and concern.
"They're fine. We lost Pentious, though." Poor guy. At least he died fighting and defending the hotel. "They just want to know you're okay. So, are you going to come with me or drag yourself down there and possibly cause more damage to your wound?"
@hazbin-shenanigans
Perhaps she was right. He looked at the bright red of his own blood on his hand. It would take him a while to recover on his own, but at least they wouldn't see him in his sorry state. "Fine... I'll let you help."
"Everyone was looking for you. They were worried Adam had finished you off." She answered, kneeling down in front of him. "I was too, so I came looking. I'm glad to see you aren't dead, but you're hurt." Which was better than him being dead, but he still needed to get stitched up before he bled out.
"Swallow your pride for a second, and let me help you. Please."
@hazbin-shenanigans
"Help? I don't need your help. I can take care of myself," he scoffed. "I'm an overlord, Echo. I wouldn't let myself die so easily to some self righteous pretentious angel."
It was all a facade until he could get her to leave. Once she was gone he would let the cracks in the mask show. But not now.
"What about Charlie and the others. Are they alright?"
@norvstforthvwickvd
His hand gripped the wound, his breath coming in short gasps. Anger and desperation raked across his nerves. He wasn't going to die like this. He wasn't going to let all of this slip from his grasp.
Red eyes glance up, his ears pinning back as he hears footsteps of someone approaching him.
The air was still heavy from the battle. Debris and dead angels scattered all over the ground. Echo's shoulders were already sore from the use of her wings, but she was searching for someone. Alastor still wasn't back. Her eyes scanned the roof until she saw the little spot of red.
Slowly, she descended onto the roof, closing her wings as she got closer. "It's just me." She says, seeing his ears pin back against his head.
@hazbin-shenanigans
His ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice. When he caught sight of her, he frowned. He was frustrated and frankly embarrassed for someone to actually see him in this state.
"Echo, why are you-" he hisses and shuts his eyes a moment, as a jolt of pain flashes through him. "Why are you here?"
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His hand gripped the wound, his breath coming in short gasps. Anger and desperation raked across his nerves. He wasn't going to die like this. He wasn't going to let all of this slip from his grasp.
Red eyes glance up, his ears pinning back as he hears footsteps of someone approaching him.
