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Opening commissions again!!
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Just something fun with my Hazbin hotel OC, Mary. She’s a sinner.
May or may not have sold her soul to Rosie when alive which is why she looks like a cannibal.
Item: The Glowing Code Rarity: ✦ Uncommon
What video game can you not complete without cheat codes?
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I don’t play video games :3
i pls want at least one episode (or even an extended scene) where lucifer and alastor go undercover for no reason as bellhops and their disguises don't even work at all because they're two of the most recognizable ppl in hell
And then Lucifer tears off Al’s mustache and they get into a toddler fight. I can see it so clearly in my head but do not have the skill to draw it out. And the dinner they were trying to fool just stands there like :| and closes the door.
Anyways just a quick sketch of part of my vision for this episode
Stupid
Stupid little thing
There’s a scream at the end be prepared
Idk why but this tickles me. I enjoy it a lot.
FORGOT TO SAY, SAGE BELONGS TO @theacedragon0w0

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I also love her. She’s great. I like this outfit from her best, the pink suits her nicely.
He’s been on my mind. Driving me crazy 😔
Bloodline. A little lore animatic I’ve done.
Took a picture of my cat and cropped it and now she looks like a meme so I added inspirational text. Here she is, cheering you on. You got whatever it is you’re trying to accomplish!
Hehe Lilith and her family

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Not canon at all. Just a fun ‘what if’ kinda story
Would You Change Your Fate?
If Vlk could change the past… would she?
She had never considered the option before, it never even crossed her mind to do something differently. But she had the chance now. She could change any one thing in her entire life and afterlife.
Decision made she felt herself get flung back into something solid. She gasped and got to her feet, looking around. The forest she grew up in with the stench of smoke floating by bitterly. She could hear the river rushing not too far away. She looked around and noticed a small dirt mound with a dead animal on it.
As soon as where she was clicked all her memories of making the deal and her past life were gone.
And suddenly there was an impatient hiss to her left, “Well?”
She turned and eyed the hand that was being extended to her. “Well what?” She sneered back, stepping away from the stranger who had just confessed to knowing the crime Vickey had just committed.
The stranger grit her teeth a moment before moving her hand, “Are you gonna take the deal or not? I train you and give you everything you ever want. In return, I own you.”
Vickey took another step back and pushed the outstretched hand away from her. “No thanks. I just freed myself from being owned. Not getting right back in.”
“Just give me a one day trial period? To show you how well I can spoil you.” There was a certain glint in the stranger’s— well Vickey now remembered she had introduced herself as Mary—eyes. Lust.
The offer was tempting for a moment but she declined. “No thank you.” She turned on her heels and walked away. Or tried to. Her wrist was grabbed and sharp nails dug into her skin.
“You don’t get to walk away from me like that! I know what you’ve done. I can tell everyone how you killed your own parents in cold blood.”
Vickey laughed and yanked her hand free from Mary’s grip. “I haven’t killed anyone.” She said, grinning, “And I know the police will believe me when I tell them that.” Mary seethed as Vickey left, still laughing to herself. Planning to murder your parents and actually going through with it were two vastly different things.
She had made her way to the police station and explained through tears that she had been kidnapped when her house was set ablaze and had just escaped. She made sure they knew how scared she was. When asked for a description of the man that had done all this to her family, her home, and herself, she sheepishly admitted her kidnapper was a girl and gave them Mary’s description, just to really spite the creep. The legal process was long and she got tired of being questioned fairly quickly but went along with it.
Given her age, 17, she wasn’t technically a legal adult yet. But her parents were dead and she did not want to go into foster care and risk having another horrible home life. She filed to be emancipated the same day she reported Mary. Unfortunately she didn’t have a job so until she did she was placed in an orphanage. She was quick to find a job, well three since they could only hire her part time. Every day she was either working as a housekeeper, a nursery attendant, or a McDonald’s cashier. It kept her busy and her mind off her more dark thoughts. The kids in particular kept the depression at bay, she loved kids.
Eventually she was making enough and had enough references that she was able to get emancipated. She bought a small apartment and decorated it, something she had never been allowed to do previously. She had a few stolen watches on her nightstand, a bad habit she could never break, and a poster on the wall of a kitten in a tree with the words ‘just hang in there’. On her vanity she had sticky notes with affirmations and self care tips. Everything was falling into place. She had her own life. She was free of her abusers. It was perfect!
A few years later Vickey was very hesitantly entering a new relationship. Her partner was a guy from work, McDonald’s specifically. He seemed nice? So far anyways, and he encouraged her to seek therapy. She was making enough to afford it now and her mental health had been declining in recent years. So she pulled the trigger and signed up for therapy with a company in town. The therapist she received was a spry young Woman named Willow with two little boys, 3 and 1 years old.
She spoke fondly of them and her husband when she talked. She let Vickey talk about everything… from her traumatic childhood to her new boyfriend to her getting these new feelings for girls she hadn’t had before. Willow didn’t judge despite the majority of town being openly homophobic, she talked Vickey through her harder times and even got her connected to a psychiatrist to get her on some pills for her depression.
“Willow!” Vickey yelled, bursting into her friends office.
“Oh hi! You seem excited today! What’s going on?”
“I’ve finally started to feel the effect of that medicine!! I’ve been able to be happy this week!! There hasn’t been a single day I have laid in bed or contemplated giving up!”
“That’s amazing! I’m so happy to hear that, Vickey! I told you they would help.” She gestured for a chair and Vickey plopped on the couch, laying across it with her hands behind her head.
“I think I’m gonna break up with Kevin.” Vickey said suddenly and when she got a gasp of shock she turned to Willow. “I’m serious. I love him and all but I work too much to be there for him. I can’t provide him with all the love he deserves… I’d rather break his heart now and let him find a person that can give him everything he deserves than stringing him along and not being able to provide.”
“That’s a very rational and caring thing to do.” Willow nodded. “Just be gentle. He’s a nice man and deserves to know why you're leaving him.”
“Of course. I want to make it the least painful I possibly can.” Vickey sighed and brought her hands to her stomach. “I do want a family someday though. Everyone my age is already married and with kids. I’ve always wanted kids. I could take or leave the spouse.”
“Adoption is always an option but you’d definitely have to start working less hours. You can’t keep going at the pace you are anyways. You’ll burn out and that might make your mental state worse.”
“Yeah. But I feel like the jobs are the only thing that keep me going.”
“That’s because they’ve been a distraction and kept your mind off the depression but now that you're medicated and going to therapy I believe it’s time to cut back. Maybe you won’t have to break up after all?”
Vickey made a face at that and Willow made a noise.
“Oh? Is the reason you gave me *not* why you wanna break up?”
“It is!! Mostly…” Vicker sighed and groaned. “But I guess I’m also a little… claustrophobic? Like he’s too clingy when we are together? And I want to experiment with these new feelings but I don’t want to cheat on him, whether emotionally or physically. Does that make me a bad person..? I don’t want to hurt him. He makes me happy. But I can’t imagine a future with him and when I try, all I can think about is a nice wife and two beautiful children.”
“I think you should definitely talk to him. Tell him what you told me and how you love him, just not as a boyfriend.”
Vickey nodded. They talked about some other things but this she took to heart.
When she got home she ended it and gave him a month to move out. She wasn’t in any rush to get him out but she wasn’t apologetic when two weeks later she brought a pretty little thing home. But apparently hearing her ungodly noises was a huge catalyst in getting him out. Vickey had learned some things that night… one thing in particular: Girls fv(kin rock.
Vickey was 27 now. She had continued therapy and enjoyed it. Her life was better. She had wiggled her way into law enforcement and though the starting pay and hours weren’t great she knew she could climb the ranks and improve both those things. All it required was time and effort. She had quit her other jobs when the academy finally accepted her and she had one hell of a shot so, though they hoped she’d never need to use her gun, they knew she’d win in a shootout.
It didn’t take too long to get decent hours, working during the day rather than the night. And soon after that she made a decision… she started the paperwork to be able to foster, something her captain had mentioned. He had been fostering for a few years and he talked about those kids with such love. Vickey knew she could do the same and give any child given to her a good home. She wanted to adopt but figured this would be her first step in the door. The system wasn’t too fond about her not having a partner but she was adamant she could take care of a child. Her first was a 16 year old boy pulled from an abusive home. His father was currently fighting for custody but given a ‘situation’ the boy couldn’t go with him for the time being.
His name was Cody and Vickey welcomed him with open arms. He was only with her for two months and though he was distant, moody, and rude, Vickey loved him. She was sad to see him go.
Her next was a 6 year old boy named Jack. His mother had been injured in a crash and rendered unable to take care of him. No other family would take him so he was given to Vickey. He was outgoing, he was polite, and he absolutely loved birds. Vickey didn’t know the first thing about birds but did she stay up all night to memorize every fact she could and practice the calls of every bird in their area to teach to him? You bet your sweet butt she did! The smile on his face when he heard her do the call of a chickadee or mourning dove would forever have a place in her heart. Watching him learn to perfect them and then relaying them to his mother when they visited her in the hospital, priceless. He was gone in a little under a year, back to his mother where he belonged and Vickey was heartbroken for herself but so so happy for him. He came for visits every now and then and she became a babysitter when Mom needed it.
Life marched on. It had its ups and downs. Vickey had housed hundreds of faces, some for a few days and others for years. She never ended up adopting. If she did she wouldn’t have room for the next kid that needed her help. She expanded her house so she had four spare rooms for kids, she became an expert cook (she had to take a lot of classes but she managed fine after awhile and with so many mouths to feed she got good quickly), she never married though she did date on and off a few times, she advanced in her career, she had it all. Life wasn’t what she had planned but it’s exactly what she needed it to be. It was perfect. She died of old age, a few of her old fosters gathered around her bed and wishing her goodbye.
When she opened her eyes it was bright and warm, gold lacing… everything. She had white fur and beautiful fluffy wings… she had never been a believer but she guessed her good deeds must’ve trumped her disbelief.
She smiled…
…. And very suddenly she was flung forward, back into herself, she was grasping at her chest and heaving for air, bent over a counter. She desperately looked around, the smell of burnt flesh and cigarettes filling her nose. The figure in front of her grinned, “So, which life would you rather have had? Was the one change worth it?”
Vickey was reeling. One change— what one change?! Where was she?! Wait… all those years ago.. that stranger… the extended hand… Mary.
“I… I have to choose?” She choked. Because that was a hard choice. She had lived a good life, she helped people…. Or she lived a bad life but got to meet people like Lilith and Sage and the rest of the polycule and the guard squad…
“You can only have one life.” The smile said, “You’re a fox after all, not a cat.”
Vlk didn’t laugh as she stared down at the two orbs showcasing the best of her lives. In one held her with her foster kids, flashing through images of their faces. The other showed the polycule, Lilith, it even flashed to the beginning of her relationship with Mary where everything was good and nice… she looked between the two for a few more minutes, wanting to remember both for as long as she could.
“Have you made your choice?”
“Yes.” Her paw set gently on the left orb.
In an instant the room was gone. The horrid smell was replaced by cotton candy and flowers. Sage and Lilith were forgotten. Mary was a distant memory of some stalker creep. She didn’t remember making the decision but she was at peace with something she had just done. She stretched and flapped her wings, looking around her new home.
AAAAAAA IM GLAD SHE IS HAPPY BUT STILL HURTS
It hurt to write cause I want her to be with the polycule 😭😭😭😭 but logically it was the right choice and it’s what was best for her
Not canon at all. Just a fun ‘what if’ kinda story
Would You Change Your Fate?
If Vlk could change the past… would she?
She had never considered the option before, it never even crossed her mind to do something differently. But she had the chance now. She could change any one thing in her entire life and afterlife.
Decision made she felt herself get flung back into something solid. She gasped and got to her feet, looking around. The forest she grew up in with the stench of smoke floating by bitterly. She could hear the river rushing not too far away. She looked around and noticed a small dirt mound with a dead animal on it.
As soon as where she was clicked all her memories of making the deal and her past life were gone.
And suddenly there was an impatient hiss to her left, “Well?”
She turned and eyed the hand that was being extended to her. “Well what?” She sneered back, stepping away from the stranger who had just confessed to knowing the crime Vickey had just committed.
The stranger grit her teeth a moment before moving her hand, “Are you gonna take the deal or not? I train you and give you everything you ever want. In return, I own you.”
Vickey took another step back and pushed the outstretched hand away from her. “No thanks. I just freed myself from being owned. Not getting right back in.”
“Just give me a one day trial period? To show you how well I can spoil you.” There was a certain glint in the stranger’s— well Vickey now remembered she had introduced herself as Mary—eyes. Lust.
The offer was tempting for a moment but she declined. “No thank you.” She turned on her heels and walked away. Or tried to. Her wrist was grabbed and sharp nails dug into her skin.
“You don’t get to walk away from me like that! I know what you’ve done. I can tell everyone how you killed your own parents in cold blood.”
Vickey laughed and yanked her hand free from Mary’s grip. “I haven’t killed anyone.” She said, grinning, “And I know the police will believe me when I tell them that.” Mary seethed as Vickey left, still laughing to herself. Planning to murder your parents and actually going through with it were two vastly different things.
She had made her way to the police station and explained through tears that she had been kidnapped when her house was set ablaze and had just escaped. She made sure they knew how scared she was. When asked for a description of the man that had done all this to her family, her home, and herself, she sheepishly admitted her kidnapper was a girl and gave them Mary’s description, just to really spite the creep. The legal process was long and she got tired of being questioned fairly quickly but went along with it.
Given her age, 17, she wasn’t technically a legal adult yet. But her parents were dead and she did not want to go into foster care and risk having another horrible home life. She filed to be emancipated the same day she reported Mary. Unfortunately she didn’t have a job so until she did she was placed in an orphanage. She was quick to find a job, well three since they could only hire her part time. Every day she was either working as a housekeeper, a nursery attendant, or a McDonald’s cashier. It kept her busy and her mind off her more dark thoughts. The kids in particular kept the depression at bay, she loved kids.
Eventually she was making enough and had enough references that she was able to get emancipated. She bought a small apartment and decorated it, something she had never been allowed to do previously. She had a few stolen watches on her nightstand, a bad habit she could never break, and a poster on the wall of a kitten in a tree with the words ‘just hang in there’. On her vanity she had sticky notes with affirmations and self care tips. Everything was falling into place. She had her own life. She was free of her abusers. It was perfect!
A few years later Vickey was very hesitantly entering a new relationship. Her partner was a guy from work, McDonald’s specifically. He seemed nice? So far anyways, and he encouraged her to seek therapy. She was making enough to afford it now and her mental health had been declining in recent years. So she pulled the trigger and signed up for therapy with a company in town. The therapist she received was a spry young Woman named Willow with two little boys, 3 and 1 years old.
She spoke fondly of them and her husband when she talked. She let Vickey talk about everything… from her traumatic childhood to her new boyfriend to her getting these new feelings for girls she hadn’t had before. Willow didn’t judge despite the majority of town being openly homophobic, she talked Vickey through her harder times and even got her connected to a psychiatrist to get her on some pills for her depression.
“Willow!” Vickey yelled, bursting into her friends office.
“Oh hi! You seem excited today! What’s going on?”
“I’ve finally started to feel the effect of that medicine!! I’ve been able to be happy this week!! There hasn’t been a single day I have laid in bed or contemplated giving up!”
“That’s amazing! I’m so happy to hear that, Vickey! I told you they would help.” She gestured for a chair and Vickey plopped on the couch, laying across it with her hands behind her head.
“I think I’m gonna break up with Kevin.” Vickey said suddenly and when she got a gasp of shock she turned to Willow. “I’m serious. I love him and all but I work too much to be there for him. I can’t provide him with all the love he deserves… I’d rather break his heart now and let him find a person that can give him everything he deserves than stringing him along and not being able to provide.”
“That’s a very rational and caring thing to do.” Willow nodded. “Just be gentle. He’s a nice man and deserves to know why you're leaving him.”
“Of course. I want to make it the least painful I possibly can.” Vickey sighed and brought her hands to her stomach. “I do want a family someday though. Everyone my age is already married and with kids. I’ve always wanted kids. I could take or leave the spouse.”
“Adoption is always an option but you’d definitely have to start working less hours. You can’t keep going at the pace you are anyways. You’ll burn out and that might make your mental state worse.”
“Yeah. But I feel like the jobs are the only thing that keep me going.”
“That’s because they’ve been a distraction and kept your mind off the depression but now that you're medicated and going to therapy I believe it’s time to cut back. Maybe you won’t have to break up after all?”
Vickey made a face at that and Willow made a noise.
“Oh? Is the reason you gave me *not* why you wanna break up?”
“It is!! Mostly…” Vicker sighed and groaned. “But I guess I’m also a little… claustrophobic? Like he’s too clingy when we are together? And I want to experiment with these new feelings but I don’t want to cheat on him, whether emotionally or physically. Does that make me a bad person..? I don’t want to hurt him. He makes me happy. But I can’t imagine a future with him and when I try, all I can think about is a nice wife and two beautiful children.”
“I think you should definitely talk to him. Tell him what you told me and how you love him, just not as a boyfriend.”
Vickey nodded. They talked about some other things but this she took to heart.
When she got home she ended it and gave him a month to move out. She wasn’t in any rush to get him out but she wasn’t apologetic when two weeks later she brought a pretty little thing home. But apparently hearing her ungodly noises was a huge catalyst in getting him out. Vickey had learned some things that night… one thing in particular: Girls fv(kin rock.
Vickey was 27 now. She had continued therapy and enjoyed it. Her life was better. She had wiggled her way into law enforcement and though the starting pay and hours weren’t great she knew she could climb the ranks and improve both those things. All it required was time and effort. She had quit her other jobs when the academy finally accepted her and she had one hell of a shot so, though they hoped she’d never need to use her gun, they knew she’d win in a shootout.
It didn’t take too long to get decent hours, working during the day rather than the night. And soon after that she made a decision… she started the paperwork to be able to foster, something her captain had mentioned. He had been fostering for a few years and he talked about those kids with such love. Vickey knew she could do the same and give any child given to her a good home. She wanted to adopt but figured this would be her first step in the door. The system wasn’t too fond about her not having a partner but she was adamant she could take care of a child. Her first was a 16 year old boy pulled from an abusive home. His father was currently fighting for custody but given a ‘situation’ the boy couldn’t go with him for the time being.
His name was Cody and Vickey welcomed him with open arms. He was only with her for two months and though he was distant, moody, and rude, Vickey loved him. She was sad to see him go.
Her next was a 6 year old boy named Jack. His mother had been injured in a crash and rendered unable to take care of him. No other family would take him so he was given to Vickey. He was outgoing, he was polite, and he absolutely loved birds. Vickey didn’t know the first thing about birds but did she stay up all night to memorize every fact she could and practice the calls of every bird in their area to teach to him? You bet your sweet butt she did! The smile on his face when he heard her do the call of a chickadee or mourning dove would forever have a place in her heart. Watching him learn to perfect them and then relaying them to his mother when they visited her in the hospital, priceless. He was gone in a little under a year, back to his mother where he belonged and Vickey was heartbroken for herself but so so happy for him. He came for visits every now and then and she became a babysitter when Mom needed it.
Life marched on. It had its ups and downs. Vickey had housed hundreds of faces, some for a few days and others for years. She never ended up adopting. If she did she wouldn’t have room for the next kid that needed her help. She expanded her house so she had four spare rooms for kids, she became an expert cook (she had to take a lot of classes but she managed fine after awhile and with so many mouths to feed she got good quickly), she never married though she did date on and off a few times, she advanced in her career, she had it all. Life wasn’t what she had planned but it’s exactly what she needed it to be. It was perfect. She died of old age, a few of her old fosters gathered around her bed and wishing her goodbye.
When she opened her eyes it was bright and warm, gold lacing… everything. She had white fur and beautiful fluffy wings… she had never been a believer but she guessed her good deeds must’ve trumped her disbelief.
She smiled…
…. And very suddenly she was flung forward, back into herself, she was grasping at her chest and heaving for air, bent over a counter. She desperately looked around, the smell of burnt flesh and cigarettes filling her nose. The figure in front of her grinned, “So, which life would you rather have had? Was the one change worth it?”
Vickey was reeling. One change— what one change?! Where was she?! Wait… all those years ago.. that stranger… the extended hand… Mary.
“I… I have to choose?” She choked. Because that was a hard choice. She had lived a good life, she helped people…. Or she lived a bad life but got to meet people like Lilith and Sage and the rest of the polycule and the guard squad…
“You can only have one life.” The smile said, “You’re a fox after all, not a cat.”
Vlk didn’t laugh as she stared down at the two orbs showcasing the best of her lives. In one held her with her foster kids, flashing through images of their faces. The other showed the polycule, Lilith, it even flashed to the beginning of her relationship with Mary where everything was good and nice… she looked between the two for a few more minutes, wanting to remember both for as long as she could.
“Have you made your choice?”
“Yes.” Her paw set gently on the left orb.
In an instant the room was gone. The horrid smell was replaced by cotton candy and flowers. Sage and Lilith were forgotten. Mary was a distant memory of some stalker creep. She didn’t remember making the decision but she was at peace with something she had just done. She stretched and flapped her wings, looking around her new home.
Mary returns 4 (final)
Shortest chapter
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Hazel: @puffymucher
Sage: @theacedragon0w0
Velvette: Hazbin Hotel
Vlk was still asleep after they had made a plan and agreed to what they would do so snagging her phone wasn’t that difficult of a problem. Velvette knew the best that Vlk was terrible with technology and often lost her phone so if Vlk woke up they could claim she probably just lost it again. And texting Mary was simple considering they could just delete the text.
Her password was infant level easy, 4 letters. They all glanced at Sage and she blushed, not having known she was the password. With that out of the way they sent a carefully crafted text to Mary.
Vlk: Dear Mary, Meet me at my apartment. I’m choosing you. -Love, Vlk
(Something the polycule had noticed early on was Vlk always signed off on her text as if she was sending a letter.)
Mary: Finally came to ur senses luv? C u (m) in ten!
They paused and looked at eachother, astonished at how easy it was. Should they send another message? No. Instead they reacted to the message with a thumbs up, something Vlk had learned recently and was doing often.
For a moment velvette rolled over the idea of scrolling up in their texts to see what they were really up to but Hazel shot that down quickly, claiming it a breach of privacy, and though the overlord pouted she did nod in understanding. They deleted the messages and set the phone back where it was before.
The next week Vlk was on the couch, frantically texting. She had just come back from her scheduled meet up with Mary and was panicked.
“Darling? What’s wrong?” Sage asked, putting a hand on Vlk’s shoulder.
The fox flinched but settled quickly. “Mary never showed up to our meeting. She’s never missed a ‘date’ with me before. And they haven’t answered my text in days! I’m getting worried they got hurt or something terrible happened to them!”
“Maybe she moved on?” Velvette said from the other side of the room.
“She wouldn’t! She loves me!”
“Well… maybe they just realized you were happy and didn’t want to mess it up.” Rosalina offered.
“Maybe but… I thought they’d at least say goodbye first… I thought..” her eyes watered and she curled up tightly, squeezing her phone. “I thought they loved me.”
Sage shifted uneasily and Hazel stepped in, “Maybe she loved you enough to know letting go was the best thing for you.”
“Maybe… I just hope they’re okay and happy… that they know that I miss and love them no matter what has happened between us.”
“I’m sure they do.” Sage said reassuringly, coming around the couch and sitting next to their girlfriend.
Vlk leaned against them and buried her face in their neck. The rest of the polycule sat down beside the pair and offered comfort to their grieving partner.
Mary’s return part 3
Probably only one part left
Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22
Sage belongs to @theacedragon0w0
Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

The next day Vlk was out of the tower and never came in for work, the polycule obviously assuming the worst, went on a search for her. Hazel and Sage went down to the hotel and Rosalina and Velvette headed down to the fox’s old apartment. They had already scavenged the studio only to come up short.
Rosalina knocked on the door, crouched at a weird angle due to the short ceilings. There was a groan followed by a sharp, “Fvck off I’m busy!” That clearly resembled Mary’s slightly reptilian accent.
Velvette knocked louder and more aggressively, pounding on the door until finally it was opened. Mary’s hands were bloody as she glared at the two, “What do you want?! I said I'm busy!”
“Where’s Vlk?”
“She’s inside. Currently she’s got a gash in her back that won’t stop bleeding so if you’ll excuse me, I have to go deal with that.” Mary’s attempt to close the door got nowhere as Rosalina barged in and Velvette stamped on Mary’s already broken ankle, earning a curse and a cry.
The pair rushed to the bathroom and saw Vlk sitting on a stool, looking tired. She glanced at the mirror and startled. “Hey.” She said awkwardly, immediately grabbing a towel and wrapping it over herself to hide her cut. “What are y’all doing here? Oh what time is it?! Am I late?!”
“Yes, you never showed up, we were worried sick about you! What happened, let me see.” Rosalina insisted, pulling on the towel.
Vlk held tighter, blushing, “No, No it’s okay. It’s just a little scratch. Mary was just patching me up.”
Rosa looked over her, concern evident in every wrinkle.
Velvette shook her head. “Tell us what that b-ch did.”
“That b—ch did nothing, thank you very much.” Mary growled, holding onto the door frame for support. “She got into a fight at a bar and asked me to come patch her up cause I know how to suture wounds. Now if you could let me finish so she doesn’t continue to bleed out that’d be nice.” Mary shoved her way into the room and limped over, sitting on the toilet and tugging on the towel. This time Vlk let it slide off, which did hurt her partners a little.
“I didn’t want you guys to worry.” Vlk muttered, looking astray as Mary picked up where she left off. “And Mary is good at patching me up so I was just gonna have them do it and pretend it never happened.”
Rosa and Velvette glanced at each other before Velvette asked, “What were you doing at a bar, you never drink.” To which Mary laughed loudly.
“What’s so funny?” Velvette growled.
“I used to struggle to keep her out of the alcohol cabinet, no way in hell she got better about it while she was literally in hell where vices are encouraged.”
“I don’t need to drink anymore.” Vlk hissed, ears flat. “I’m on meds that help.”
“Really? The thing I tried to get you on for years?”
“Yes.” Vlk’s voice was tense. “I tried them and they worked and I’ve been on them since. You should be happy I’m not constantly depressed anymore.”
“I- I am but why didn’t you change with me?! What’s different now? You’re in hell you should be living it up like you wanted to, going out killing whoever you want, getting wasted, the whole thing. Instead you’re here getting better?”
Vlk looked at her partners and her face softened slightly before turning back to Mary. “Yes. They encourage me to get better. Unlike you who always brought out my worst flaws.”
“Your best traits.” Mary corrected. They reached over and washed their hands as Velvette asked, “So why the bar?”
“I was in a mood and looking for a fight. Emotions were high, is all. Bar fights are safest ‘cause a bouncer will stop the fight before someone dies.”
Mary hummed and nodded at that.
“Well whatever the reason, I think it’s time to go home. Everyone’s worried about you.”
“Okay. Just let me get dressed.” Vlk smiled softly and carefully made her way to the dresser.
As she was getting dressed Mary and Rosa stared at the other. “I guess that’s my cue to leave?” Mary asked, breaking eye contact and pulling a bottle out of a drawer. She popped one of the pills and put it back before grabbing a makeshift cane and trotting out of the building.
Vlk was brought home and fussed over. Her partners found a few more cuts and bruises that were hidden and a few very distinctive bite marks but didn’t ask questions. Vlk was glad for it as she doubted she could make up another lie.
She went to bed early, rubbing her arms tenderly.
“We’re not letting them get away with this, are we?” Hazel growled when Vlk had left.
“F—k no!” “Definitely not.” “No. I think it’s time we step in.”
“Good.” The hound nodded with an evil grin.
Mary’s return part 2
Immediate and aggressive. How fun.
Rosa belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22
Sage belongs to @theacedragon0w0
Hazel belongs to @puffymucher
And Velvette is a character in Hazbin Hotel
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Vlk shifted a bit at the quiet before Sage peeped up quietly, “Your um.. your ex?”
She nodded excitedly and nudged Mary forward. She didn’t talk much about her life but the group knew a little about Mary. Mainly the bad things. They had killed a child. They had no morals. And when arguments got heated they always resorted to violence. So needless to say seeing Vlk just radiating joy, her tail wagging furiously over this… at very least a terrible person, came as a shock.
Mary assumed the quiet was from awkwardness, they were never too good at social cues, and came forward. Hazel was the closet. She thrust her hand forward and shook Hazel’s firmly. “Mary Wright. All pronouns. Nice to meet you.”
Hazel was a bit shocked at the boldness but nodded regardless. “Names Hazel. Heard a bit about ya.”
“All good things I know.” Mary winked, casting a look back at Vlk whose smile faltered slightly. Mary frowned at the look but quickly fixed her face and went down the line, Velvette, Sage (she/them, Mary learned and was quite excited about), and Rosalina (who was a giant. Obviously Vickey’s taste.). “So.” The sinner stepped back and rocked on their heels a moment, “I am under the assumption you’ve all been great friends and partners to Vickey, and I’d like to continue and form a friendship with you but as the original I’m taking her back.”
Vlk froze a bit, mouth agape and tail tucking. Her mind stopped, she couldn’t process anything and the sudden noise in the room didn’t help at all.
Rosalina laughed at first, but when she realized this puny little runt was actually serious her blood boiled. “Who do you think you are?” She snarled as Sage wailed out, “She doesn’t belong to you! She’s been doing great without you.” Velvette, too, was furious with a shrieking, “You can’t take her. She’s ours! Fvck off, c*nt!” Hazel’s words were drowned out by her immediate and aggressive snarling.
Mary rocked a second more, watching the scene unfold with her hands behind her back. She gave Rosa in particular a little smirk and strode over to Vickey, which had Hazel on her paws and pacing forward. Mary grinned wider and came to a military stop by Vlk, turning around just as abruptly and using her lover as a shield between herself and Hazel.
“Hey hey.” Mary cooed, “Why all the aggression?”
“Ya can’t have ‘er. Come here coward.” Hazel snapped.
The others echoed the chorus and came up beside Hazel, all but Sage towering over Mary and Vlk.
“Why don’t we let her choose?” Mary’s hand on Vlk’s back brought her back to the present.
“Wha?” The fox whispered, looking between all her partners.
“Them or me?” Mary insisted, hand tightening just slightly over Vickey’s new scar.
Vlk’s eyes watered. “Can’t I have both? I just got you back, I can’t lose you again. But I love them all with my entire heart and I can’t lose them either.”
“Choose.” Mary snarled, face tightening into a familiar and terrifying expression.
Vlk hesitated further and was pulled closer to Mary, the demon shoved a sharp fingered hand into Vlk’s chest, where a scarred ‘b’ lay hidden beneath fur. “I OWN YOU!” Mary screamed.
Almost immediately the rest of the polycule was on them, pulling Mary away. Sage, as much as they wanted to help beat in the stupid demon’s face, rushed towards their girlfriend who was bent over, hand clutching her chest and sobbing.
Sage put a hand on her shoulder but Vlk flinched away, backtracking to years before. Not even an hour and she was terrified again.
“I’ve got you. It’s okay.” Sage whispered.
“Don’t hurt her.” Vlk begged quietly, “You can’t let them kill her, please, she means a lot to me.”
Sage bristled at the words, all too familiar. Even still she turned around, “Stop.” She yelled over the commotion of curses and screams.
Rosa paused, dangling Mary in the air by their shirt, choking them inadvertently.
“Don’t kill her.” Vlk repeated desperately when the eyes had turned to her. “Please.. please..” she fell to her knees and the polycule looked at eachother for a minute before Rosalina threw Mary down and they rushed to help Sage comfort Vlk.
Mary gasped for air as soon as she could breath, bruised, bloodied, and a little broken, but seething with rage. “Vickey.” She rasped angrily, “Come here. We’re going home.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you!” Sage snapped. “You’re lucky we’re letting you live, you better get out of here and never come back.”
Mary sneered slightly, forcing herself to stand on a broken ankle and limping towards the group. Hazel bristled and snapped her fangs at Mary.
“Vickey.” Mary started but was interrupted by a firm, “Her name is Vlk.” From Rosa, who put a hand out to stop Mary from getting any closer.
“Vlk.” Mary corrected between clenched fangs. “Look at me.”
The fox did as she was told.
“Breathe. It’s okay.”
A shuddering breath followed by a whine of confusion.
“You know the drill. Count down from ten, deep breaths.”
The polycule didn’t understand the sudden mood shift but it put them on edge. Regardless Mary was talking Vlk through her anxiety.
“Better?” Mary asked after a few minutes, hands clenching every time one of the polycule touched Vlk, rubbing her head, shoulder, or back, in a futile attempt to comfort her. Vlk hated touch. These so-called partners didn’t even know that simple fact?
Vlk nodded slightly and Mary smiled at her. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a few more days to decide. Meet me at that coffee place on the corner. And keep your little pack home.” She waved her fingers in disgust and disinterest before turning around and struggling back to the elevator.
The group watched her leave and Vlk slouched uselessly against Sage, tail wrapped around herself as a means of comfort. “They can’t make me choose. I love all of you so much..”
“They literally just tried to force you away!” Velvette yelped, angered.
Rosa held out a hand to quiet the group and turned to Vlk, gently cupping the fox’s face in her hands. “We’ll figure it out together. I promise.”
Vlk nodded quietly and leaned her face against a palm, relaxing slightly at the touch from her partners.

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Mary’s return part 1
Sage belongs to @theacedragon0w0
It was like every other day to start with, Vlk running the studio and shooting films when needed (though she preferred to keep that to the producer) but it quickly changed. Right around dinner when things were closing up and she was getting ready to head upstairs the door burst open. She whirled around with a snarl, expecting a threat or raid but instead she saw a familiar— if slightly altered— face. Her heart leapt and breath caught. It couldn’t be…
“Mary?” She breathed.
“In the flesh!” The demon sauntered up to a frozen Vlk and looked her over. “You look different.” They stared at eachother for a moment before Mary whispered, “Stars I’ve missed you. Can I-?” But they were stopped mid sentence as Vlk tackled them into a hug and pressed their lips together.
Vlk was spun around with a happy laugh, tears streaming down her face. When she was set down she immediately kissed her old partner again and again before nuzzling her face in their neck.
“I thought you couldn’t die! I thought I’d never see you again!” She sobbed.
Mary rubbed her head affectionately, “Yeah well everyone has an Achilles heel and hospitals weren’t keen on treating me.”
“I missed you, Mary. I was a wreck when I first got here and I didn’t have you with me— and Lilith I was so worried about her all the time. How is she?”
“She’s doing good. She’s got a daughter now, sweetest little thing. She’s named after you, Vickey Laila Smith. She would have taken our last name but worried for her daughter's future with the name of a known killer.”
Vlk’s eyes watered at the fact Lilith loved her enough to name her daughter after her. It was incredible. She missed her little girl. She was probably all grown up now.
“So I heard you’re a powerful demon here?”
“Y-yeah.” Vlk rubbed tears off her face, unable to stop smiling. “I took over when another demon crossed too many lines.”
“And I’d never thought you’d do porn.”
“Well desperate times…”
“And you have a new partner?” Mary’s voice was dripping now, much less happy and friendly.
“Yes. A few.”
“You told me you weren’t into polyamory.” Mary snarled, backing Vlk against a wall.
“I wasn’t.” The fox snarled back. “But I found some people that loved me and I made an exception. Don’t tell me you never moved on. I know you found someone.”
“I found someone to take my mind off of you but she wasn’t a replacement. She never could be! I love you with everything I am! And you just? Turn on me?!”
“I didn’t turn on you! I was lonely and they were there for me and I thought you’d never join me down here so I moved on.”
Mary sighed and backed up, face soft again. “They really make you happy?”
“Very…”
“Okay… I approve then. Can I meet them?”
Vlk lit up. “Of course!” She grabbed her partners hand and eagerly led her to the exit, calling over her shoulder that the work day was over. She led Mary upstairs and into the room where her lovers sat.
All eyes turned to Vlk and the stranger she was leading into the room.
“Who’s this?” Sage asked politely.
“This is Mary!” Vlk grinned. The room went silent.
Velcro date aka Velvette and Vlk. This is part one cause I might do a part two but just don’t count on it, I’m not used to playing canon characters.
Despite being wary about the date and frankly not wanting to go, Vlk was dressed in one of her nicer outfits. She didn’t want to be overdressed because it was just a light show but knowing her date she had to be at least nice looking. She approached Velvette’s room and knocked gently on the door.
This was the first date in awhile she was nervous about. She had been putting effort into befriending the overlord but she still felt herself pulling away, keeping her walls up. For the sake of the polycule— for the sake of Hazel— she had to get in with velvette and so she’d put her best foot forward, this date would fix everything, and she’d be happy to be with Velvette.
The door opened and as always the overlord was looking magnificent and catty. Her make up was on point and it kind of made Vlk feel bad for only using eyeshadow.
“You look great.” Vlk said after a moment of Velvette just looking at her.
“So do you. That shade brings out your eyes.”
Vlk nodded and extended a bent arm in which Velvette intertwined hers.
The walk to the show was fairly quiet, but it was comfortable. They exchanged the typical conversations of ‘how was your day’ and ‘are you excited?’ But not much else.
When they got there Velvette was quick to point out someone with frilly sleeves, “What are they wearing?” She sneered.
Vlk didn’t have a good fashion sense but even she agreed that the bright yellow monstrosity was not something anyone should be wearing. She nodded and pointed out an imp, “Maybe they could pull it off.”
“Psh. No one could pull that off.” Velvette scoffed.
Vlk put a paw to her chest as if offended and said, “Well, I own that very shirt and I think I rock it!”
Velvette gave her a sneer and said, “Even your cute self can’t rock that.”
“Oh I’m cute am I?” She could flirt. Flirting was easy, fun. Better than deep meaningful conversations. “Cause I think I’m mid when compared to someone like you.”
“While I am adorable, I think you match in cuteness.”
“Why thank you.” Vlk purred, leading Velvette to an area where they could see the best. Sinners pretty much let them, given the fact Velvette was an overlord and Vlk was practically one. Few people had the audacity to fight them and the ones that did try for a quick assassination met the business end of Vlk’s gun or dagger.
The couple settled down and waited for the show to begin.
“So…” Velvette asked softly, “Why do you avoid me?”
Vlk startled and looked down at her with wide eyes before turning away sharply. “I don’t mean to. You’re just always taking photos and I hate photos.”
“You could have told me. I would have kept you out of them, you know?”
“I guess but I didn’t wanna spoil your fun. You like the photos, I don’t. So I just stay away. Not to mention all your slang. I don’t understand it. It makes me feel old.”
“What slang don’t you understand? I’ll just teach you!”
Vlk narrowed her eyes but velvette seemed dead serious so she sheepishly said, “All of it.”
“Really?!” The overlord laughed. “Okay well next time I use slang or something just let me know and I’ll translate it.”
“Okay. Sounds like a deal.”
“And I know you don’t like photos but can I take just one? This is our first date together and I’d like to commemorate it.”
Vlk fiddled with her thumbs anxiously but nodded, leaning in and wrapping an arm around her date. She put on a smile despite hating the camera and Velvette grinned back through the phone. The picture was snapped and immediately Vlk earned a thank you kiss on the cheek.
She blushed harshly and turned away, covering her mouth which just made her date giggle.
Luckily the show was starting, a good distraction and an easy way for Vlk to stop being flustered.