#darksonofsparda

Anonymous sent - 🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog ⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character 💻 ― excellent writing 🌼 ― creative headcanons 🎙️ ― great to talk to 📚 ― nice threads to read 🎀 ― all-around kind person 🥇 ― well-developed oc 😍 ― admiring from afar 📌 ― a staple on the dash 🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend 🎲 ― random choice ( type @ and a letter and shout out whoever appears first ) 🧡 ― sender's choice ( sender can add whatever category they want ) 💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever you want ) ( Shout Outs of Awesomeness - Accepting! )

🌈 ― Aesthetically pleasing blog.

The aesthetics of their blog is only one of many things that makes them amazing, but I'm going for @pumpkinhcad on this one - like I said though, one of many - they have an amazing character, who they write amazingly and many amazing headcanons. I love our threads together and I love Pump.

⭐️ ― Convincing portrayal of a canon character.

I'd say @thuganomxcs - I thought at first that I would stick to muses I knew about - because it would feel unfair to write about the canon portrayal of a muse I didn't really know about but writing this one out I realized that was dumb because reading their blog, I feel like I know Yusuke - he's someone who can be headstrong, he's aggressive yes - but his aggression is directed at bullies, at people who deserve it. He's protective of his friends and uses his strength to help others. He's someone who lifts others up. All that and more I think is conveyed wonderfully through their portrayal.

💻 ― Excellent writing.

I try not to shout out friends for these sorts of memes so as not to come off as biased and only shouting out people I'm friends with but I really think @amaterasu-cmikami deserves it - they has a way of writing Amaterasu that not only conveys her warm and maternal side but also the sillier side to her, as well. Also, it's been really fun getting to read more about Ammy's lore and backstory and see it slowly coming together. They do a great job.

🌼 ― Creative headcanons.

I think it's always fun reading @tvstarkuma's headcanons - they always feel spot on and perfectly in character for Teddie.

🎙️ ― Great to talk to.

I enjoy talking to @townofcadence, just hearing their thoughts on things - they're someone with a lot of interesting thoughts and it's always fun to hear their perspective on things, sometimes it winds up giving me a new perspective, myself - plus they're also just really chill and open minded. I always enjoy it, think they're a great person to talk to.

📚 ― Nice threads to read.

Gotta give it to @darksonofsparda - like I said, I try not to shout out friends but when I know for a fact Chase puts a lot of work into his threads and a lot of care and detail and it absolutely shows. I also find myself pausing to have a little read - it's very engaging and really rich with detail and makes for a nice read.

🎀 ― All-around kind person.

@xdeerxhealerx / @story-magic / @shattered-protectors / @shadesofyellows - just about the kindest and sweetest person you'll ever meet on here! Always one to send others some love and positivity and cheering others up.

🥇 ― Well-developed OC.

I'd say @mayonakako for this one - they just really bring Madoka to life and it's always so enjoyable and engaging reading their threads and their headcanons, there have been times where I've wished you could actually play as Madoka instead of Yu, that's how real they make her feel, haha.

😍 ― Admiring from afar.

Okay so last night I did make some progress and send an ask but I'd love to write with @idolsummons more - they're someone I've always taken notice of on the dash and I just have a lot admiration and respect for them and Hana both.

📌 ― A staple on the dash.

@pupmusebox is someone I see on the dash every day - I feel pretty confident saying that and Pup is just someone who's always so kind and seems to always be having so much fun and I adore our dual promo and our interactions between Ryuji and Beel. I can't wait to meet their other muses. Lots of love for Pup.

🎲 ― Random choice.

@sunnysmiles2 - Looks like they came up for this one! Fun to write with and you can't go wrong with some puppy pics.

🧡 ― Sender's choice.

You didn't specify anyone, so I guess this is another round of @ roulette - @lightcreators - always someone who's detail rich, I feel like me not knowing about some of their muses doesn't even matter because through their replies they fill in so much like details about their backstory, their inner thoughts, their relationships with others. Their threads are really rich and make then feel all the more fleshed out.

💜 ― Receiver's choice.

Perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas, but she found herself sticking around where the last major incident with demons had taken place. There had been so much carnage and damage, and demons still lurked around the area. There were still people who managed to hide out for too long, corpses that were left over that needed proper rest, and people looking for lost sentimental items within the ruined buildings. She wasn't one to simply leave them to have to do all of this on their own. Not when it was so dangerous for them to do so...

She took the role of accepting various requests for the remaining old members of that town, and going in herself to fulfill them. From final wishes people had, to searching for what happened to a particular person, it seemed to be a never-ending list of things to do, and never enough time. Even after several months, the requests were almost overwhelming.

It had even led her to meet a young man, who had heard about her doing these things and inquired as to why. Of course, she was truthful. Simply wanting to help, and curious as to if she would come across a familiar face while she was here in the meantime. It was rare for one of the Sparda twins to not be involved in something as large as this, and she had hoped to come across one of them. Though with how the other looked and acted, she could tell...

He was one of their children. Though curious, she never found herself able to ask much about it. It felt... Invasive, and perhaps not in her right to know. At least, in the eyes of the boy. Instead, she allowed him to open up to her over time, even if it was in ways he didn't quite realize. After all, after she had said what she was doing, he become involved for a few of her outings into the once city. A chance to look for clues, he would say.

Eventually, she found out what he was looking for.

Answers as to how one would escape from hell. Mentioning how a couple of fools went in without a plan to get out. She could easily connect the dots. There were a couple of fools she could immediately think of that would do that without a second thought. If they had the Yamato, she was all but certain they'd be able to get out on their own eventually. Dianne was never quite sure of how it worked, but it would be enough to get them back to the human realm eventually.

But she figured he was looking for a more direct answer, considering how he kept mentioning he wanted to beat the crap out of them when they returned. The blonde found little reason not to, as well, had she been in his shoes.

There eventually came the point she found herself concerned. Word of their return, Nero insisted that they should meet her at least once. She had been a great help to the people and the reconstruction of their lives. Yet... She found herself unable to accept. Offering little more than a smile and a gentle decline of the invitation. She had gotten what she wanted out of the scenario. The reassurance that they were alive and would be alright.

It was time for her to leave, before she became any more of a potential problem for them.

With a near-silent breath, Dianne found herself looking about the area one last time. She had found little regarding what her mother could potentially be up to. It seems that she had actively avoided this area while the incident was taking place. It made sense, but most of the actual stragglers were gone thanks to her and Nero's work. All that was left were the ones actively sent out to either go after Sparda blood, or the ones after her. Hopefully, the thinning of numbers would prove overall helpful, regardless.

"... That should do it." She thought for a moment, scythe spinning in her hands as she wondered which way to go. "South is where the people are... Might be wise to head north." The less risk to those still recovering, the better, in her opinion. It was also less likely for her to run into anyone that way. With her weapon finally pausing, it still found itself within the body of a silver demon. With an upward slice, the sight of it turning to ash had little effect on the woman.

The same cold room. The same artificial light, that keeps the room - the cell, more like - lit and too bright at all times. No windows, no sign of what time it is or how much time passes, neither here nor when she gets taken out of her cell. Probably done for the purpose of tiring out their 'subjects' so they will provide less of a struggle. Not that she was struggling anymore, she stopped trying that long ago, after the first few times and learning through pain and more pain that it was a bad idea, and useless as well.

The whole room was sleek, no rough edges or corners or anything to try to grab onto. Just, smooth walls, sleek floor, and everything cold and empty. The flimsy excuse of clothes she had to wear didn't help against the utter coldness either. At least she could simply lie here and stare blankly ahead, that was better than--

The familiar, horrible click on the door caused her to raise her head, and let out a little whimper. Great - time for more tests. More pricks with needles that would give her things she didn't know, more shocks, more of whatever they may want to try this time. She never even got told what they were trying to do.

"Subject 243. Stand up, do not resist."

The voice came before the cell door even opened, and, it all sounded so mechanical. Some time ago, when this all was still new, she had wondered if these people had no heart. How could one treat another person like this, like they were nothing more but a thing to do research on? She was more than that! ... Wasn't she? Even if at this point she couldn't even recall her own name anymore, other than 'subject 243' that is. Maybe she would be able to remember if she tried long and hard enough, but, what was the point?

Of course, she stood up like ordered - bare feet on the cold ground, hands held forward, palms up and the wrists together, the position they would demand her to take anyway. Once the door opened and the scientist walked in, the metal pieces around her wrists clicked and suddenly were stuck together tight. By some magnet or the likes, she'd assume - they, and the same metal things around her ankles, usually get attached to whatever table or chair they have her get onto in the same manner - but who knows. She followed obediently - not because she wanted to, but because resistance was useless and only going to lead to getting hurt more than was already going to happen - when the scientist led her out of her cell, to some room. All of these rooms looked the same, or maybe it was just that she didn't exactly get the chance to look at them in too much detail. It seemed a chair was where she was supposed to go this time, and sure enough, she was told to sit down and her wrists disconnected from each other, only to moments later snap tight onto the chair's armrests, just as her ankles stuck themselves to the legs of the chair.

{{🏅}}-"I'm not sick. Let me up and I'll prove it."

Roxanne defends weakly, voice hoarse from her prevailing cough. Stubborn as she tries to worm her way out of bed. Trying to prove her point to the sword master turned close friend. He was too observant for her liking, taking notice of her symptoms immediately.

{{🏅}}- "Having a fever doesn't mean anything. My body runs hot when you're too close to me, you know that. Your skin's cold as a winter sometimes, Vergil."

The athlete wobbled out of bed, standing before him with her hands on her hips. A pathetic attempt to prove that she was perfectly healthy. Well aware that if he so much as nudged her she'd topple over. Body rapidly losing the war against the sickness ravaging her body.

"Uh, are you sure you're in the right place?"

As Kat looks on at the stranger, it couldn't be more obvious that she's incredibly unimpressed. She stands with folded arms and glares at him head-on, though the furrowing of her brow ruins the intimidation factor a little - as does the fact that she's clearly just a kid. It seems like maybe she's studying him, trying to get a read on him, but... she evidently doesn't like what she sees.

"This is a girl's school, you know. And I've never seen you around before."

While the hotel had been up and running for some time, there still wasn't quite as much of a turnout as she'd hope to be. Some have made a visit but only for a brief time just to sneak some booze, others came to poke fun and attempt to trash the lobby or throw whatever they can find to the front of its doors. But no matter what it was often a 'come and go' kind of ordeal rather than bothering to stay and at least try to go into rehabilitation. The days that discouraged Charlie were still enough to push herself on and keep trying--it was only a matter of time until more would realize they needed the help.

And supposedly her hopes were answered...at quite an extreme rate. The princess took in a breath and gathered herself at the mirror, making sure she was presentable at all times. Fixing the frays of her hair and adjusting her suit jacket, she smiled and left to the lobby to greet their (hopefully) new guest. "Hello, hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, how can I--" she nearly choked on the rest of the words once she realized who this 'guest' was. It was him. Vergil, the son of goddamn Sparda. What was he doing here of all places?! Her stomach dropped and if possible her heart could too, he was one of the most powerful devils out there but he was only half of one!! And after the terrifying ordeal of one of his separated halves to destroy a huge chunk of humanity...could he have been escorted here for that?

But then again, the possibility of him having a stay here could persuade some more guests and show that it can be possible! It's worth a try! Charlie swallowed the lump in her throat, brushing off her nervousness and wore her smile again as she finally approached him. "Uh--ahem! Er, welcome, Mr...Vergil Nightingale. Wh-what brings you over here today? I'm surprised our establishment reached this far over for you to come visit."

A long, very entertaining night like the previous one was bound to lead to a long sleep. Or at least Blackfire assumed that that would apply not only to her but also to Vergil, who was out until morning with her to do all the things. When she started her way through his house, though, she found him already busy, and leaned against a doorframe as she watched him work on the tree for a little bit. She hadn't even been aware that it was that time of earth's year again, but what was even more surprising was to see him interested in this stuff.

@darksonofsparda — kokoro&vergil

Today was going too good to be true, she should have known it would be a matter of time until the world came for her throat. There had only been a small handful of days where Death didn't come knocking at her door, but it seemed like today was not one of them. It was closing hours now, though Kokoro often left the door unlocked to let last minute stragglers in; she never minded staying up late while she was organizing the shelves and doing the usual clean-up. Kokoro wanted to encourage reading, and never had the heart to turn anyone down until she was ready to count the til for the day.

Akio had always told her that was stupid. That it was inviting trouble. But, she's never had any problems with it before. Everyone on the block knew her by now as the book keeper with the warmest smile and the biggest heart. No one's given her problems.

Well, not no one. Their visit had been sudden and unannounced, as it often was. But they often worked like clock work. Oddly enough, the loan sharks that have had her under their thumb since their arrival in this city had always been minduful about not visiting her home, with her brother around.

A circle of men surrounded Kokoro at the back of the store, one of them boxing her in.

"I know we're a lil' early, little lamb," one of the men cackled, "but the boss needs yer pay sooner than expected. Understand?" He had a vice grip on the woman's chin, forcing her to look up at his sneering mug.

Kokoro's pleas to let her go were muffled down by the laughter, though it came to a stop when the bell announced someone coming into the supposedly locked store, all of them looking towards the front in dumb-founded surprise.

Little did the men know, the lock to the store was finickey, and it typically took Kokoro several tries to get it to latch properly. Not that she had the money to fix it.