𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐼𝑆 𝑉𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌.

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐀. an independent && extremely selective && mutuals-only HAZBIN HOTEL / HELLUVA BOSS centric multi-muse. as possessed by missa. 30. she / her. pst-7. low activity. 18+ only. personal blogs & minors blocked on sight.

kasumi. octavia. velvette. verosika mayday.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 • 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 • 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 • 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 • 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 • 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 • 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 • 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

@damnablesouls : " Do you have a minute, boss? The ratings on this topic have hit a low that needs your attention. " Ethan , Vox's assistant or Rocco to Velvette

❝ Oh, have they? Have the ratings hit a fucking low?! ❞

...seeeeems that may not have been the thing she wanted or needed to hear, judging from the way Velvette whirls about, grabbing the nearest thing off the styling table ( a pair of fabric shears ) and lobbing them violently in Ethan's direction.

❝ Thank you so much for the update, you fucking yob. Who would've thought that blowing up half of the Ring would have our ratings dropping faster than Val's fucking panties?! ❞

unprompted ( always accepting! )

[*drops this here from Echo*]

@helldustedstories : 

Carmilla seems surprised by the return of the card ( so endearingly made by her daughters, ) and perhaps even more so by Echo's success in nearly filling the entire thing.

❝ Perhaps we can begin with simply friendship... It does seem we have enough in common for this. ❞

bingo cards

@rejectmercy : 💋 hate fueled with Vaggi 🤣 kiss the butt of her spear? Lmao

❝ You flinched, sister! ❞

There's something playfully boastful in the way she announces it — louder than she needs to be, purposefully garnering the attention of the other Exorcists on the training grounds. It's a humiliation ritual, one the pair know well : always fighting and striving to be the best of their kind, the examples of all that they could be.

But damn, if it wasn't tiring.

The Eyes of Heaven were always watching, always waiting for a slip. For imperfection. And so, the Exorcists called it out when they found it amongst their ranks.

❝ And I thought you were supposed to be training us. I think we'll find someone to surpass you yet! ❞

The spear struck the ground between Lute's feet, Vaggie giving a toss of her short hair with a grin. Despite the cruelty of her words, there was no malice behind them : instead, a mockery of the system that pitted them against each other. She held no hatred in her heart for Lute.

Not yet.

Passing her by on the exit of the training grounds, Vaggie couldn't resist pressing a kiss to her holy sister's cheek, little more than a teasing greeting. 

❝ Rematch, tomorrow? ❞

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse

@cosmicsouled : 💋 val for vel? 👀

❝ Vee. Help me out with something. ❞

There's a small pouch in her left hand, labelled words better late than ugly in bold cursive — a detail which is less interesting than the way she hops up to sit on Val's vanity, disregarding whatever knick-knacks she scatters.

And much less interesting to the way she flashes him a sharp-fanged grin before pressing up to steal a messy kiss. All teeth and tongue, from zero to hot and heavy in an instant.

Withdrawing and wiping away the thin threads of saliva that connect them, Velvette twisted to check the mirror, tsking after a moment. 

❝ Fuckin' liars. Kiss-proof, my ass... ❞ The bag is retrieved from where she'd set it on the vanity, unzipping the pouch to reveal an assortment of lipsticks inside. ❝ Ah well... looks like I've got a few more to test out. ❞

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse