๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ( ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ. )
@negativeguts.bsky.social
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐ฉ๐ข๐ป๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ค (๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ) ร ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด + ๐ฏ/๐ด๐ง๐ธ ร ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ. ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐. ๐ฆ ๐ขโ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐จ๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ฒ! ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐. ๐ข ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ข ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ... ( #mvrp / #ocrp )
" I feel like I'm not worth it. "
โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . โ โ
โ โ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ช๐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฃ๐จ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐จ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ง. โ
" . . . . " Defeatedly sighing, letting him take her hand away. " A. . .alright. "
She's ripping feathers out of her wings again.
" Hm? Oh, yes, though I've been transformed to look like the very armor I hid behind during my time in heaven. Angels aren't supposed to be like this. " She was talking okay through the tears, not too stuttery. " I became mad with power and. . . Love, I lost control. . It's a really long story. "
๐ฏ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ #OCRP โข #MVRP
๏ผด๏ผฏ ๏ผข๏ผต๏ผฒ๏ผฎ ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผถ๏ผฅ๏ผ
She's going for a walk. Perhaps the empty, neon - lit streets will help her meditate and destress.
Such a wildfire she was, now officially stomped out by heaven's finest. They are pretty good at doing that. Putting her hand up, as if to decline one of his offers. " My appearance is me now. This is how I envisioned myself after all. This is what I have become. " Sad expression included. >
"I'll lend you a hand to get established if you want it, and if it can be of help, i'll help you find your beau... the why is simple, you're no longer of them, my fight with you is no longer existant... do you want my help?"
* thorn. I wanted to directly juxtapose this account with the original account I did for Syn. The last was black and white and minimal with an image of an exterminator grinning. There was confidence and elegance before. So I wiped the smile off. Red, deppressive, extravagant but not exactly >
Her quietly glum expression darkens, turning her head to the side while adjusting her posture. It's felt like her tongue lately, had been removed. Always one of few words, yes, but lately she hasn't had a thing to say to anyone, really. Sighing, her head hangs more after briefly making eye >
The demon as usual, has his legs crossed, one over the other... "Now that i have the time to speak with you propperly... i have questions..." He said, rather serenely. "...what has happened, if i may ask?... because i intend on ensuring you survive this... while knowing the why you fell..."
When she crossed through into said library, she didn't sit immediately when prompted to. Instead she turned back, seeing there was no exit. Then after another brief, quiet glance around, the fallen angel slowly makes her way to the adjacent seat from her former foe's. " . . . . . . . . . . . "
The crossing of the glass introduces her to a place that seems... eerily quiet... if she turns?, there's no entrance... He appears seated on a chair at the corner of her eyes... and the room has turned into quite a library. "...have a seat." Blue does this often...
* thorn. God it's honestly so good to be back holy shit, I missed this verse
How psychedelic. How trippy. Following his figure and walking through the shockingly long and winding corridor, she tucks her wings in extra tight. Part of her feels like she should be bracing for something. . . call it trauma. " . . . ?? "
The window is curious, the moment she steps in she is inside a corridor... not a house, or an appartment... a corridor... He leads forth, sinking his fingers in a wall as if it were a mirror of water... and moving it like a screen... then, thru it, making the corridor longer where it was an end.
. . . . . Looking up, then quietly following. Hesitant, but curious.
Points a finger up... Steps in thru a window... disappearing... followed by the world looking normal again.
๐ฅTแดกแดสแด แด แดโแดสแดแดแดแดแดษชสs๐ฅ Then ๐ธ came along with your ๐๐โ๐ผโโ๐ค ๐บ๐ถ๐ต๐ฎ To tempt ๐๐พ๐ to ๐ด๐จ๐ซ๐ต๐ฌ๐บ๐บ I thought for a while that ๐๐พ๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ Was ๐๐๐๐๐๐ with the ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ Of a ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ for ๐ด๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ข๐๐, ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐.. โฅ๏ธ & โบ #HazbinHotelRP #HazbinHotelOC #HelluvaBossRP #HelluvaBossOC
" Yes. . . .yes I remember you. " Narrowing her gaze. " We've definitely met. You might remember me by the name 'Syn'. "
๐ชฝ tilts head. โIโm sorryโฆ. Have we met? You seemโฆ familarโฆโ
" I don't deserve my wings. I should cut them off. "
Awake. But she doesn't want to be.
โ Did you really think people were gonna be saints down here? It's called a "cutthroat" industry for a reason, Babes.~ โ [ โค๏ธ and ๐? ]
โช๏ธ The Radio Demon โช๏ธ โข A l a s t o r โข |โข| You're so obsessed with me |โข| I knew you'd need me here to be |โข| Your unwilling audience |โข| When you lose your marbles in act three! |โข| ยค Independent Portayal ยค
She listened with a frown, but one that was more contemplative than upset. After some thinking, her clawed hand meets his own. " . . .Sure. You're eager to help and I do appreciate it. . . You also don't seem like you want to stab me in the back at first chance and I need someone I can trust. "
"I don't know. It could be dangerous, it could be fatal. And that's why I wanna do it. Life, or, well. Undeath. It's a risk. And If I go down helping, at least I'll be proud of what I did. So... Buddies?" Hand offered.
. . . . " No. . . Not at all. " She's trying to hide her face and look away. Where she's from, there'd be no tolerance of this from someone like her. Believe it or not, she used to keep others relatively in check. Now she's just sad and wrung out. " I wish I didn't survive the fall. . . "
She falls silent as he speaks, looking down as if to hide the fact she was crying again. " I am. . . grieving like I've never grieved before. " The compliment to her wings doesn't do a ton, but she seems to have warmed a little up to him from it. " Are you sure you want to get involved with me? "
"And you're grieving. I can understand. I'd like to try and see this through. You'll have to find a new way to navigate this universe. I'll help. Beautiful wings by the way."
" I was an angel. " She exposes her wings, spreading them out. " But I flew a bit too high and wanted too much power. When I lost control, they locked me in the dark for months. " Sighing. " When I was finally tried, they found me guilty and I was thrown from heaven. Which leads us to now. . . "
"Maybe not, but I can try." He sat down on the ground, lotus position. "I'm listening." His LED eyes went into round red dots, attentive, no threat on them.
Her white, neon eyes had been crying themselves out for a while and they continued to do so quietly as she stared off and away. Only after he had finished his sentence did she make eye-contact, trying to suppress whimpers. " No. I'm n-not in danger.. I. . .I don't think you could understand. "
"No. You were screaming. I'm not gonna just up and go so you can suffer for no reason. Do you need a hospital or a ripperdoc."