IN SIN, IN GRIEF.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓, welcomes you to the hazbin hotel ! * DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. 21+

a study in ... the pursuit of your goals & the sacrifice of them, fiercely clung idealism, kindness in the face of cruelty, something's not quite right, the caged songbird, the savior complex & self sacrifice, toxic positivity, rejecting the status quo, do no harm / take no shit, to swallow your grief & guilt, inhumanity & the curiosity of humanity, failure & the weight of expectation, the art of losing, compassion above all else.

inspirations ... the ingénue, the people pleaser, natasha rostova, good is not soft, beware the nice ones.

i. ii. iii. iv. ─── canon divergent charlie magne morningstar. dirge / saint, 25, he / they. credits, jaynedits & kingsleigh.

sharing the stage with ... lusturia / chavahs & k17y / cervile / starpotentia1 / preteamanger / dvilhunter / mitisangelum / demunitization / blackwiidows / televeyesing !

Violin wire nerves stretch themselves taut, an intrinsic entanglement of excitement mingled with the looming overhead threat of an overworked mind turning every page of a multi series novel entitled what ifs: a memoir by charlie magne! things would be okay though, surely, right? she didn't need to worry, to work, just... have fun! she could do that, even if she hadn't been directly involved in the intricacies of the event which, really haha had her very nervous! but it was okay, she didn't always need to be in the know, and besides there was no harm in keeping an eye on things from the sidelines! she could do both, have fun and... be a... lookout!

Clawed nails clack together as they interlock with one another tightly, visible although she'd considered gloves for the occasion. how royally befitting given her princely decor. draped in the finest pink fabric brocading her upper body, black and gold accents, paired nicely with a sheer undershirt hidden beneath her corset and jacket set tapering into a downward flare; dazzling white suit pants with golden ankle trims to accent the outfit nicely. the garment wasn't a hard find, hell knows she had more than her fair share of suits, custom pieces, and royal wear alike, the difficulty came from deciding her theme! she looked great if she didn't say so herself, which she did. not to mention the sword hilted, the scabbard a glimmering gold engraved with rose thorns, and tied to her hip. how exciting was that! she couldn't remember the last time she'd shown off one of her babies if she wasn't practicing! the only regret she had, a mild one no doubt, was the up do her long locks graced atop her head on high in the image of an apple, pinned tight with a golden snake; the sensation of air on the back of her neck lended a disconcerting feeling, she swore her nape hairs were standing on the edge of a tightrope.

She eeked out a sigh and pulled her lips up into a soft smile, shaking her head as she eased open the door and quietly made her entrance. she was here to enjoy the night, not worry about silly things, and fun she would have! first things first though...

Red gaze wanders far and wide, seeking out an ever familiar companion. Vaggi... not a silver strand in sight. was she was busy? she'd hold onto hopes that she might still see her before the night was out, it'd do her nerves some good. lithe legs do glide their way over to the most popular area as expected, hopping up onto one of the bar stools. well, there was one thing she needed to attend to before she truly lost herself in the festivities,

an open door, a burning hearth.

the ticket was left for charlie in her office sealed in a bright pink envelope, along with a short list of house rules for the night: bring cash for tips, respect the performers, and no going on stage unless explicitly invited. along with the ticket were two drink vouchers and a raffle form to be filled out with a name and favorite color. for what? it didn't say, but there was a return envelope to the hotel for it, funnily enough, despite it being her current home.

DRAG NIGHT, always accepting, @theserpnt.

A morning sun smile lifts the corners of her mouth, dimpling her rosy cheeks with glee. An event was just what they needed, a way to foster support and joy for everyone! A pick me up was definitely in order with the going on's as of late. She's in attendance, and she has the perfect suit to prove it!

These drink vouchers... she'll find someone to give these to, they'd be wasted (HA!) on her. Although, she WAS running out of her own wine... there's no harm in restocking for the event, right? She'd just have to be mindful of her intake, ahem hem, is all! Not that she has any problems with that.

As for the raffle ticket... any name or just hers? She pens down the color yellow (or red if yellow's taken!), and stops short for the name. Who would be coming... hm... oh! A few more looping scrawls, a name written in delightful cursive with a smiley face adorning the remaining space.

𝓥𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲