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@theserpnt
theserpnt is a literate, semi-selective lucifer morningstar from hazbin hotel written by beck ( 21+, they/them ). following the themes of the ultimate fall from grace, welcoming yourself to your own cage, and redemption in more ways than one.
carrd with rules here! also: @hrtspade ( verosika ) drag night post is here :)
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@unluckieststar liked for a drag night starter!
lucifer had some free time before he had to play host again, so he decided to pay jovanni a visit. it didn't take long for him to find his partner, and he did a little spin in his gown as he approached with a bright grin. "topolino! i haven't seen you all night. where've you been hiding? not a fan of a little drag night?" he teased, stepping up and taking one of jovanni's hands in his gloved one. "if i don't chicken out last minute, i was going to dedicate my song to you. but i can record it if you'd rather not be in a crowd?"
@remnantsouls liked for a drag night starter!
in the end, with cain's approval, lucifer had poofed up a matching pink dress for the sinner and some extravagent makeup. he hadn't expected the other to be up for it, but was secretly very glad he was going along with it. "did you want a drink?" lucifer offered as he motioned towards the bar. "i've got some time before the next person goes up and i have to announce another prize."
@starpotentia1 liked for a drag night starter!
with a chunk of performances done and prizes given away ( he was still a little annoyed about alastor's refusal to play along ), lucifer finally felt he could actually enjoy himself and mingle. he was enjoying being around a crowd, for once, but knew his social battery for the next few weeks would be depleted afterwards. better make the most of it!
he was just thanking someone for their attendance when a familiar face caught his eye, and he excused himself to go say hello. "odile!" he grinned, making his way over and then self-consciously smoothing the front of his dress. "you look great. i really like the choker, and the shoes. well, everything, really." he chuckled. "you having a good time? i don't have to kick anyone out, do i?" he joked. surprisingly, things were going smoothly.
It made sense Lucifer would want to end the deal considering how it came to be in the first place. But still, it all somehow shocked Vox to hear. He didn't think the king was anything but mildly bothered about it all. And then came the words miserable and alone. He scowled and dug cyan claws into his palms. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Vox had plenty of people. He wasn't alone. He wasn't being iced out by his only friends business partners. He refused to face the obvious. "You want out of the deal so bad? You're so goddamn miserable? Fine. Give me your fucking hand." He moved as if he was going to grab at Lucifer but stopped himself and instead held out his own palm expectantly. "Then I won't have to deal with your ungrateful ass ever again."
"ungrateâ!?" lucifer wanted to snap at him again, to demand just what the hell he had to be grateful for in a deal like this, but he also didn't want to miss the chance to actually get out of the horrid arrangement. his horns had grown in the moment of intense emotion, eyes red, but that all slowly went away as he breathed out a calming exhale. "whatever you say, vox." he reached out with one gloved hand to take the overlord's and waited for the deal to be undone. slowly, the gold and cyan chain around them both began to show. "publish it all, for all i care. i'm done. i know charlie will forgive me eventually." hopefully. he'd have to cross that bridge when he got there, but at least he wouldn't be subject to vox any longer.
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Mira chuckled, flushing a little across her cheeks. "She really is. And thank you." She was glad that she could show these sorts of emotions without feeling so vulnerable.
At first, Mira wondered about the question. "She helped me get the boots. I don't normally wear shoes. I'm a double below the knee amputee. It's how I died. So, I got prosthetics when I got to Heaven and I thought it was friendlier to hide what the claws on them are made of." Mira hoped that Lucifer caught her drift until she figured out what he really was asking.
"Michael was the one who ended up raising her. I spoke to the Creator when I was getting permission to date Raguel. He only really remembers a little girl. I think it's complicated for all three of you, but Raguel still tends to call you Samael. Michael protected her from becoming too upset at you, from what I've seen. Michael still doesn't have it in his heart to hate you. Raguel inherited that. She has a role to play, but I also think there's a part of her that misses you. She's the Archangel of Justice and Vengeance."
She had to physically stop herself from going on a love and ADHD-fueled tangent about the way Raguel looked and acted when enacting vengeance. "So, that leaves her in a tough position. Michael, too, for obvious reasons. And well, you as well, also for obvious reasons. Regardless, I don't make her choices for her, but I can be by her side while she makes them and give her my thoughts if she wants them."
it took him a second, but then lucifer did indeed catch onto what the winner was saying. he nodded as a silent way to show he understood and agreed that the boots were a good choice. and then she was talking more about raguel, and his old name, and michael, and it was honestly a lot. he wasn't really smiling anymore.
"right. well it'sâ i'm glad i'm not as hated as i figured i would be," he replied honestly, quietly, and with a hint of a humorless chuckle just to not seem too serious. it didn't work very well. the devil glanced around as if looking for an exit to the conversation when the other spoke again and he focused back on her.
"of course, of course. she has to make her own choices, like you said. uhm... hm." lucifer's main way of dealing with things was avoidance, but it would be terribly rude to just leave her and not speak to her the rest of the night when she'd been pleasant so far.
"i'll be honest, moiraâ uh, mira... it's not the best time to dredge up stuff like this. i know i asked, and i'm sorry i did, but another time, maybe? i do want to talk more at some point since you're so connected to raguel, it's just..."
"well that was, uh... certainly something. concerning, but also extremely coordinated and entertaining!" lucifer couldn't help but wonder where all the rats came from and hoped they weren't just lurking around the hotel. he did have to give the little maid credit thoughâ it was a great performance and song choice.
"with that, our next prize is something of a gag gift." he snickered, and the helper from earlier walked out with two stacked, black velvet boxes. "we got so much from this sponsor that we had to divide it up into two prizes. innocent eyes, look away." the staff member opened the top box and showed what was a menagerie of various high-quality sex toys, ranging from simple to... oddly complex? even lucifer squinted in confusion as he got a glance before shaking his head and addressing the crowd again. "good luck with that. anyway! our winners are..."
two raffle tickets appeared in his free hand. "vaggi ( @mercywept )?" but it looked suspiciously like charlie's writing. he'd ignore that for several reasons. "and... pfft. alastor ( @devilradio )! come on over to the stage front to claim your prizes."
fourth performance
.. really? You got to be kidding..
His eye brow twitched upon being called up to claim his prize. What else was he expecting from this stupid raffle? to get a serious prize from it!? Arggh..!
" No. I refuse." he crossed his arms, not moving from his table.
as charlie hurried up and took her box, lucifer made the choice to avoid looking at her completely and to never speak of this again. then it was alastor's turn and... he refused? the devil glared at the fact he wasn't being a good sport, but didn't want to make things tense with so many watching. "ahaha, alrighty then. we'll just pick someone else since we've got a stubborn guest..." he conjured up another raffle card and read the name. "vox ( @voxpopulidei ), come claim your prize!"
"well that was, uh... certainly something. concerning, but also extremely coordinated and entertaining!" lucifer couldn't help but wonder where all the rats came from and hoped they weren't just lurking around the hotel. he did have to give the little maid credit thoughâ it was a great performance and song choice.
"with that, our next prize is something of a gag gift." he snickered, and the helper from earlier walked out with two stacked, black velvet boxes. "we got so much from this sponsor that we had to divide it up into two prizes. innocent eyes, look away." the staff member opened the top box and showed what was a menagerie of various high-quality sex toys, ranging from simple to... oddly complex? even lucifer squinted in confusion as he got a glance before shaking his head and addressing the crowd again. "good luck with that. anyway! our winners are..."
two raffle tickets appeared in his free hand. "vaggi ( @mercywept )?" but it looked suspiciously like charlie's writing. he'd ignore that for several reasons. "and... pfft. alastor ( @devilradio )! come on over to the stage front to claim your prizes."
fourth performance
niff's performance for @theserpnt's drag night
It was time! Niffty let out a feral giggle from the bar, where she'd been downing some [watered down] liquid courage. Her tiny frame meant she could simply nurse one drink and she'd be fine-- buzzed as a bug for the entire evening.
Hopping off her stool she scampered quickly to the stage, almost faster than the eye could track. Bringing her thumb and forefinger to her mouth, she let out a sharp whistle-- as her bug band and ratty back-up dancers crawled from the various nooks and crannies of the lobby to the stage.
The band was done up, wearing white sequin hats and ties to match Niffty's recreation of one of The King's iconic looks. And the rats were dressed in black and white prison garb. Nearly two dozen rats in whole stood near the edges of the stage, surrounding their mistress. Manifesting a white rhinestone microphone to match her iconic look, she grinned wickedly.
"LET'S FUCKING GO! TWO THREE FOUR!" She counted the band down, as they began to play a nostalgic rock-and-roll tune. With each beat, Niffty moved her hips and legs, thrusting like the late rocker himself. Despite being so small compared to the other acts, she had more than enough stage presence.
HH DRAG NIGHT -> open starter !
FREE DRINKS, VOX REMINDS HIMSELF FOR THE DOZENTH TIME. FREE DRINKS. The hotel is hot, packed with bodies, various sinners and Overlords eagerly chattering and mingling. All of them look extravagant, colourful, cheerful. Voxâs stomach churns. He regrets the drinks heâd had before arriving, wishes heâd had more. Free drinks, he reminds himself again, to avoid thinking about the vague envy burning inside him. Get the drinks, improve your ratings, leave before the night ends.
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"and that was aislinn! lots of energy, that one. let's give her another hand!" lucifer waited for the noise to die down once more, grinning as he stepped out after her performance and holding what looked like tickets in his hand that wasn't currently holding the microphone. "we've got our next prize coming up, and it's a bit of a doozy. the winner of this draw will get a two night stay at lust's most luxurious spa for themselves and a friend. quote-unquote. since most of our guests are of the sinner variety, you'll have a special ticket to make the trip and back from yours truly."
no point in alienating a majority of the audience, of course.
"and the winner of this lovely little trip is..." the devil summoned another raffle form in front of the tickets held and read the name. "amber ( @ambers-stitch-n-bitch )! congrats on your romantic, or super platonic, getaway." he nodded, heading towards the edge of the stage to hand over the elevator and spa tickets.
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ooc ⧠iâm about to hop on desktop and reply to some drag night things, but if you want a closed starter ( set after the next prize announcement soon ), like this post o/ feel free to specify lucifer or verosika if you have a preference!
Hazbin Hotel Drag Night - Open Starter
Amber had to subtly extract herself from the last virtual work meeting of the day get ready and make it downstairs in time. Other residents had talked about their big plans and outfit choices for the night and she had a feeling that even though she'd try to make an effort herself, she'd end up terribly underdressed.
The hare sinner arrived just as Lucifer made his announcement and quietly snuck to the bar to pick up a negroni as her first drink. She spotted Laz sitting next to what looked like another succubus at the far end of the room. Great to see the hotel being this inclusive. She even spotted at least two halos!
Dressed in a sage green blouse with puffed sleeves, a patterned warm orange linen scarf serving as a tie and a pair of brown, pleated pants, Amber was neither in drag nor dressed particularly formally, but much more nicely than her usual dark hoodie and joggers combo.
She opted to remain standing near the bar for a bit, having spent much of her day sitting for work already. There were still a good few free seats so she wasn't in a particular rush to find a chair just yet. Taking a step back to set her glass down on the bar counter, she accidentally bumped into someone else she hadn't noticed standing behind her. "Oh, apologies, my bad!"
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,
"Does anyone want any more drink tickets?" she chirps out, a slight knit in her brow contrasting her fanged smile, easing the vouchers out from her right pocket to hold up 'tween two digits with a slight wave to catch the attention of ongoers. "Giving these bad boys out for free!"
[open starter for @theserpnt âs drag night]
Michael wasnât really sure to go to this event after reviving a ticket. It was in hell after all and he knew they sinners werenât really fond of angels, especially archangels, considering that a particular archangel Adam had started a genocide over hells people for 7 years.
Still he decided to have a little hope after all angels were supposed to be positive (though most werenât). He had worn one of his usual outfits, a navy blue blazer with matching dress pants, accessorized with a gold armor shoulder pad attached to his blazer with a relatively thin golden chain. Michael couldnât really decide if it was too much and didnât.
He walked into the venue carrying his usual calm composure and started to scan the room for any familiar faces. Michaelâs wings were hidden with angelic magic so they wouldnât draw too much attention.
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Open starter 2 for @theserpntâs drag night!
Oop, it was her time to perform!
Aislinn makes her way to the stage, a microphone in her hand as she waves to the audience.
âHey yâall! Hellâs Human here! Aislinn or Ais for those who know me, heh. Are you all ready to party hardy?!
Well, sit back, enjoy your drinks, and LETâS GET IT STARTEDDDDD!â
The karaoke starts up, and the human begins to sing, a suave smile on her face. Just cuz she was asexual, didnât mean she couldnât look sexy. She walks about the stage, putting personality and charm into the song.
đ¶ âI've got some money in my pocket
Got some trouble on my tail.
I can hear the dives a-knockin'
Guess I'm headin' off the rails.
Singin', ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm talkin' 'bout you. (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)â đ¶
She points to a nearby person in the front seat, winking at them, then she continues moving, her heels gentle clacks on the floor of the stage that could barely be heard above the music.
đ¶ âI got some new best friends forever
See, I met 'em at the bar.
Where the whiskey goes down better
When they don't know who you are.
Singin', ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm talkin' 'bout you. (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)â đ¶
She playfully imitates someone holding their head after a hangover, one leg kicked out in a swooning motion.
đ¶ âOoh, gonna feel this in the mornin'âŠ
Ooh, 'cause I'm goin' hard tonightâŠâ đ¶
A smirk, then she promptly flings her guest bedroom key to Husk, who catches them in surprise. But his surprise changes to an impressed smile at the lyrics she sang while doing so.
đ¶ âSo bartender, take my keys!
What do you want from me?
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Not stayin' in to fight.
I'm stayin' out all night.
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
We don't got to wait until the weekend!
There's always time for jumpin' off the deep end!
So don't you wait up tonight!
Don't worry, I'll be fine!
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Yeah.~â đ¶
She then makes her way to the bar, giving a playful flirty look at some of the patrons, even being so bold as to stroke one of their cheeks with her hand. She then hops onto the bar top itself, her bent forward slightly as she sings into the mic, her voice full of energy.
đ¶ âWe're in the bathroom gettin' chatty
There's a line out in the hall.
Tryna be my Sugar Daddy
Gettin' handsy in the stall.
Singin', ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm talkin' 'bout you. (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
You like my gin and tonic kisses
'Cause you know they taste so sweet.
And I know you got your missus
But there ain't no one like me.
Talkin' 'bout you. (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Mm, I'm talkin' 'bout you. (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ooh gonna feel this in the mornin'!
Ooh-ooh, 'cause I'm goin' hard toniiiiight!
So bartender, take my keys!
What do you want from me?
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Not stayin' in to fight!
I'm stayin' out all night!
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
We don't got to wait until the weekend!
There's always time for jumpin' off the deep end!
So don't you wait up tonight!
Don't worry, I'll be fine!
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Yeah.~
I don't wanna
(Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
Don't wanna go home.
(Oh, oh-oh)
I don't wanna
(Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)â đ¶
The guests were amazed by her singing, chanting the chorus with her as she sang those parts. She was definitely no wallflower, that was certain! Aislinn then hops down from the bar, heading back to the stage. She points a finger gun at Husk, and he grins, joining the chorus of the song with the other guests.
đ¶ âSo bartender, take my keys!
What do you want from me?
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Not stayin' in to fight!
I'm stayin' out all night!
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
We don't got to wait until the weekend! (Hell no!)
There's always time for jumpin' off the deep end! (Letâs go!)
So don't you wait up tonight!
Don't worry, I'll be fine!
Baby, I'm drunk and I don't wanna go home!
Yeah!~
I don't wanna!
(Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
Don't wanna go home.
(Oh, oh-oh)
I don't wanna!
(Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
Don't wanna go home.â đ¶
She poses with her back to the audience, her head turned towards them as she sported a bright grin.
Holy shiiiit that was nerve wracking, but she pulled it off! Fuck yeah!
She gets off the stage, a bit winded, but she blows a kiss to those who cheered.
Time to see what this is all about, he supposes. He's come in a bit less of an extravagant outfit than he'd worn to the event which must not be named, but still bedazzled and in rather lovely shades of white and blue, nervously fixing his bowtie and coughing slightly as he stands at whatever amounts to an entrance for the event. "Alright, Vox. Just....go in. So what if you see a bunch of men in dresses. You can handle that for one night. Besides, you get free drink vouchers. Which nobody's gonna notice if you take more than two anyway. It'll be fine. It'll be just dandy."
....who the fuck is he kidding. This kind of thing scares him shitless, in a way that he doesn't care to dwell on. But he's probably going to be judged even more if he just awkwardly lingers in the hallway all night long--
(Why the fuck didn't he think to bring a plus one. It's not like he has a lot of options for that sort of thing, but surely he could have talked Vincent into it or something.)
--sigh. Fine. Pushing open the door with a dull thud as it collides with the wall. No, he doesn't actually give a shit if he happened to cause property damage with that. He's not even going to properly greet anyone, he's just going to make a fucking beeline for the bar and whoever's attending it to slap down one of the drink vouchers while pointedly avoiding looking anywhere near the stage. "Give me the fucking strongest drink you have. Quickly." It's barked out through gritted teeth. Like fuck is he going through this entire night sober.
funnily enough, it was kee-kee that alerted him to vox's presence. the key-cat hissed and glared in the direction of the overlord when the door hit the wall and apparently caused a small divot to be left behind, and lucifer's eyes followed only to land on him in a rather nice blue and white suit, but looking like he wished to be anywhere else before hurrying towards the bar.
at least he showed? lucifer wasn't really expecting him to make it, considering what the event was and his previously talked about... stuff, with gender expression.
but what kind of host would he be if he didn't say hello? he carefully hopped down from his chair and smoothed the front of his dress before going over. the winged bartender seemed to be giving vox a weird look as he handed over a tall drink, then slowly took the voucher to add it to an already full bucket behind the bar.
"hey," lucifer greeted mildly. "you made it." not exactly accusatory nor overly friendly, but neutral. "your suit's nice. did your fashionista friend make it for you?"
