#von-eldritch

❝ I - oh! ❞ the surprised little sound accompanies Charlie drawing back her hand. Fingers clench then flex a couple times before she shakes the hand out, like she’d merely withdrawn it because she got a cramp. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. ❝ Yeah, I — I remember. That. ❞

Weight awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. Gosh, it's been ages. If pressed, Charlie's not sure she can even remember the last time she and Hellsa were in the same place. Well, maybe now they can start again! It's worth a try, at least.

your  name: Hellsa Romantic or platonic?: whatever ruins your night more <3 A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Does hurting you count as an activity? Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: I’m not eating anything you give me What's your perfect date?: I break your horns and listen to every detail why your mother abandoned you and your father stopped talking to you Would you cook for me?: I’d poison it Would you let me cook for you?: lmao no Can we make-out?: what do YOU think? Make out in private or in public?: I don’t want to be seen in public with you Do you like to cuddle?: not with you! Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Couch or bed?:  What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Ruining days, ruining lives, manslaughter Tell me something about you no else knows: :) Why do you want to be my valentine?: I don’t <3 What makes you a good Valentine?: You need to remember you’re, ultimately, inferior and I’m the perfect girl to remind you <3

why does she even fucking bother? she's just asking to be gutted whatever that means.

"so this short-ass little runt tried to sneak outta his debt from under my nose. i mean, how fucking stupid do you have to be to try and trick ME of all people? need i remind you just who you're talkin' too?" fanged maw pulls into a wide, cracked smile, boisterous laughter following soon after., leaning forth with hands resting upon her knees. "anyways, i broke his legs. he isn't gonna be sneaking anywhere anytime soon. but that's just my day, what about yours?"

the soothing scent of nicotine tears velvette's eyes away from her phone. the umber glow dims to a muted red while she shifts her focus from LEECHING energy from her subscribers to the owner of the offered cigarette. if he wasn't the infamous hellsa von-eldritch herself. ❝ well hello, there. have you considered my OFFER? ❞ the social media overlord smiles. taking the cigarette from hellsa to take a drag. ❝ you'd KILL IT in a photoshoot. front page, no questions asked. ❞

Send "Strip" and my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

"Well... there goes the bra."

@von-eldritch

Charlie sighs, averting eye contact with the other demon. Most of her expected Helsa to react this way, yet still, there was some small part of her that had hope she could somehow manage to break through. The princess steps back and out of Helsa's light grasp.

"I don't get it," Charlie says, trying her best to not let Helsa get under her skin. "Don't you ever just get tired, Helsa? Tired of putting up this constant façade that everything is fine, and you don't need anyone because you're better than everyone? We used to be that for each other, don't you remember? We didn't always hate each other so much."

Charlie turns her back to Helsa now, crossing her arms and staring at the ground.

Hecate normally didn’t bring work home. She made it a point of pride to have all her tasks finished before she left the office, but a recent unexpected influx in souls left her with all manner of nonsense to follow her home. It was almost midnight by the time she was half-way done, a dull headache throbbing behind her eyes from screen glare.

A momentary pause to rub her eyes left the Goddess open to the surprise guest depositing herself in her lap, the momentum pushing them both back from the desk slightly. She could make out through bleary eyes a headful of tentacle hair cascading down slender shoulders and deep green eyes staring back into hers.