❝IT'S GONNA BE A HAPPY DAY IN HELL!❝
››› charlie morningstar. princess of hell and owner of the hazbin hotel. a roleplay account set in the hazbin/helluva verse. another muse of #pαѕтelpαlleтeѕ.
The Reincarnation of Dracula
-Soma Cruz from Castlevania
-15 years RP experience
-Friendly mun
-N/SFW RP
-Mostly RPs Castlevania, Fate, Touhou, Rosario + Vampire but is open to more verses
-RPs through DM because of social anxiety
((lmfao slow replies </3))
. . . Kinda. It's hard to explain.
[Sniff.]
Yeah, you reek like a demon, so I supposed I should have clocked that, but...eh. [Shrug.]
[Behind him in a sudden moment, and kicks him right in the back of his legs, to knock him to the ground!]
[Disappearing....???? Where'd she go?]
Honekoneko. I'm-- surprised you got your claws on it. . . considering I usually kill anyone who tries to touch it.
Ugh. I hate guys like you! Maybe I'll call up my sister so she can sh00t you!
[She growls, seeming agitated.]
((i really need to get good at fight rp so im procrastinating LOL ))
You like the plushie? I suppose I could give you the information to get one of your own. . .
Hey. Give that back.
I mean like, you're-- human. Right?
[Usually, people have AT LEAST questions. But, whatever.]
I'm usually in the business of killing evil spirits and demons, but... since you're just a guy, I won't go lethal. If I can help it.
But what usually comes up is weird kink shit, is my point. Plus, I don't need to know I'm awesome, because I already know!
[Removing her stockings, which transform from fabric into dual blades. She gets into a swords stance, perfected by time and experience.]
(( I know nothing of both, but fair.))
Would you.. like to?
It's never me enjoying myself or having fun having sex. It's ALWAYS some weird kink shit.
. . . Huh. What about... Swordsmanship?
[She likes to fight, even if she could cream any human who stands in her way, it'd make sense for her to be interested, at least.]
. . . Yeah. Thanks for bringing it up, jackass.
...Fighters? Like, underground UFC? Or...what?
Not your fault that your stomach sucks, I guess.
[Another bite into cake, chewing thoughtfully. She hasn't had many conversations with humans that weren't-- y'know...people she was buying sweets from.]
Uhm. What do you for...work?
. . .
[She does not understand men. At all. Every day, she understands them LESS and LESS.]
Thanks. . . I guess.
... You're NOT mocking me???
[Even her own sister mocks her for shit like this, so this is...weird.]
[Planting her fork into the cake, taking a bite. Mmm... Poke cake was underrated as hell.]
Yeah yeah, get all your jokes out now.
I'm Stocking. Like... The socks that go up on the walls at Christmas.
Never heard of you in my life.
[Why is she even conversing with a weak gutted moron? She opens her purse and pulls out... a full slice of cake and a fork. For herself, of course.]
I totally believe you.
[Being sarcastic, placid and monotone.]
If your guts get ruined from WATER and CHOCOLATE POWDER, you probably aren't even that strong to begin with, now that I have a second to think.
WHY'D YOU DRINK MORE OF IT, THEN????
You're an idiot for drinking it KNOWING that and still drinking it.