#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀

[wiltingwoes]

It was better to just simply get it out of the way.

Betty’s eyes cast downward, the color dulled from them. There was no anticipation to follow — no spark to derive from what’s to come. She already knew the truth — and wanted to embrace the sting that would be rewarded from it in order to move on quicker.

“ Val…I was only meant to trauma bond with you. I never meant to gain feelings in the process — but I did. And I fell pretty hard for you. “

The vampire croaked, unable to meet his eyes,

“ Just get it over with. Tell me I am one of many, to join the club of worshippers. That this is your thing.

Tell me how foolish I am to fall for someone so far out of my league. “

Love was such a cruel, cruel mistress.

@mothvalentino

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #mothvalentino #wheezes

[candlelitcrimson]

“ Sooo…what is the deal here? “

The overabundance of screens definitely wasn’t creepy at all.

In order to better fit in, she had to make rounds with the V’s — and by far, THIS part of the tower was the most downright fucking weirdest. The incessant buzzing of monitors made her feel itchy as if bugs were crawling in her ears — and the bright lights only made her already damaged eyes narrow from the stinging sensation.

“ Please tell me you are not playing the stalker game here. This is prime setup for a thriller film… “

@hazs-been

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #hazs been

[wiltingwoes]

[ Cont. ]

It wasn’t as if Betty was doing any better.

The anniversary. The fucking anniversary of when the closest person in her life had left — in the worst fashion possible. The very core memory that completely shattered what was left of her sanity, sending the vampire into a spiral of madness.

She didn’t need a calendar to circle the date. It was as if the Gods themselves spited her enough to RELENTLESSLY TORTURE HER WITH THE OVERBEARING FEELINGS IT LEFT HER WHEN THE DAY ARRIVED.

So she too stuffed herself full of drugs and alcohol, determined to NUMB HER SENSES TO THE POINT WHERE SHE COULD NOT EVEN FUNCTION NOR HOLD A COHERENT THOUGHT — but still felt bad enough for Valentino that she momentarily pushed aside her own grief to tend to him.

“ Alright, alright…easy does it… “

The red head croaked, helping him back to bed on wobbly feet. Her hair was a disheveled mess, the pheromones mixed with tears practically stained her entire face red, her scleras were entirely crimson, clothes ragged and torn — it looked as if a bear had mauled her and spat her right back out.

Collapsing next to him, at least she had the decency to lift up the glass of water to prevent it from spilling — now face planted on the bed with the beverage up in the air for grabs.

“ T-Take it. “

@mothvalentino

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #mothvalentino #tw: drug abuse #tw: alcohol abuse

[wiltingwoes]

Hazy eyes silently glance up at the moth with a subtle groan, leaning her heavy body into his coat like a weighted rag doll.

“ Did you…enjoy the latest performance? I will get to making more elixirs later when I am not feeling so…dizzy. “

Nausea briefly crosses the vampire’s reddened features, a small trickle of his red substance leaking down her lips and eyes.

“ How about we lay off the love potion shit or whatever it is inside of me tonight? I think I have enough… “

@mothvalentino

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #mothvalentino

[wiltingwoes]

[ Cont. ]

“ Oi, calm the fuck down. I am not the problem here, but if you keep bitching at me, I am going to make it your problem. “

She grumbled, folding her arms,

“ I could care less about screens. I originate from the medieval times, old habits die hard.

You have to relax, darling, “

Pitying him, Bethanne offered her glass of wine, her brows furrowed,

“ Getting overzealous will not help any of us. Take a deep breath, da? “

@invoxtion

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #invoxtion

[wiltingwoes]

[ TEXT : hey guess what ]

[ TEXT : hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ]

[ TEXT : for my next live performance what would you do if I did something like this would you still look me in the eyes :o) idk i think i like it ]

[ TEXT : it kinda sounds like what you sound like when you start bitching at me! 🖤 ]

@hazbinned

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #hazbinned #im CACKLING

[wiltingwoes]

The room was a fucking DISASTER.

Ears shoot straight up in alarm as she entered, figuring now would be the opportune time since the INCESSANT SWEARING AND CRASHING had died down. And boy, was it a scene.

FURNITURE FLIPPED OVER, BROKEN GLASS, AN OVERABUNDANCE OF CRIMSON SMOKE, CLAW MARKS, ETC…it looked as if a FERAL ANIMAL HAD BEEN LET LOOSE IN THE MOTH’S CHAMBERS.

Cautiously stepping over a destroyed wine glass, Betty silently headed over to the exhausted overlord, staring up at him briefly — before gently rubbing his back, casting her gaze straight forward at the wall instead.

No words — the silence lingered, and the reassuring massage said more than enough.

@mothvalentino

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #mothvalentino

[wiltingwoes]

THE AUDIENCE ERUPTED INTO A TSUNAMI OF APPLAUSE AND SCREAMS.

This was the HIGH LIFE for Bethanne. Fire spinning, swallowing, breathing…all of which were much, much better than the usual provocative dances in the same old clubs that offered the same old desperate, horny sinners trying to get jiggy with a vampire that was wholly the definition of ‘look but don’t touch’ . Sure, there were times where she broke that self-administered code and slept with some mildly attractive people — but it never went any farther than one night stands. Just a quick fuck to blow off steam — disassociated, lack of feelings, hardly even present in the moment.

But THIS felt more THRILLING. Even more so upon hearing that all of the Vees would be present, doing her absolute best to IMPRESS AND SHOW OFF NOW. Praise and compliments meant she was doing something RIGHT for once. She HAD to be good at her job — otherwise, what use was she?

Twirling off the stage and SLAMMING her heels onto the Vees’ table, Betty flashed a fanged grin before swinging the fire rod around — only to seductively dip and make direct eye contact with Vox, deep throating the instrument. Here’s someone she definitely was interested in impressing — considering how antisocial he was in the first place. What a CHALLENGE.

Nearby seats whistled and hooted — some recording, some interested in Vox’s reaction.

@hazbinned

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #hazbinned

[wiltingwoes]

[ Cont. ]

A slight frown, leaning back to take a slow drag of her cigar,

“ Have you not heard? People fight out of love these days. Supposedly, it makes them stronger and more susceptible to attacks — to protect the ones you love.

What do you usually do outside of work? No hangouts, no drinking? Excluding the other V’s of course. “

@mothvalentino

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #mothvalentino

[wiltingwoes]

“ Suka — come on, come ON. Get your ass up. This is not funny — you have the DRIEST, MOST IMBECILIC HUMOR KNOWN TO SINKIND. AND THAT IS COMING FROM A CLOWN! “

But it wasn’t a jest, was it?

Somehow, the idiot managed to dunk himself into the cold waters of his own personal aquarium. ELECTRICITY FLASHED LIKE LIGHTNING AS CRACKLES OF ENERGY SPAT FROM THE CEILING, THE POWER IN THE TOWER TURNING OFF TO SHROUD EVERYONE IN A PITCH BLACK. It was fortunate that Betty possessed dark vision and could see perfectly in the shadows — unfortunate that she had to witness his limp body sinking slowly and HUNGERED SHARKS beginning to VULTURE.

MORTIFIED, the cabaret vampire swallowed her fear to dive head first in after him, agilely nabbing the shark bait right before one of the large creatures SNAPPED DOWN IT’S JAWS. That’s definitely going to be a memory that haunts her nightmares.

Shivering and still making an effort to gasp in air through FROZEN CHILL, Betty pressed down firmly on Vox’s chest several times, trying to get more liquid out of his waterlogged body. God knows how long he’s been sinking.

@hazbinhive

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #hazbinhive #YEEHAW

[wiltingwoes]

[ Cont. ]

“ Hey, hey. Easy. Do not go ripping the paper, then you will have to contact the folks who made this shit to send you one with even shittier font so you struggle more. “

Flashing him a cheshire grin over her fresh retort, Betty lounged back on him and effortlessly read through the bill, reporting back any useful information.

“ Have you always been like this? I thought the glasses were supposed to help you. Or is that…what do they call it these days, ah — AESTHETIC! Da, aesthetic. Just a style?

Do they not have eye doctors down in Hell or some fancy schmansy, black craft alakazam bullshit to miraculously give you twenty twenty vision — “

@daddymothxxx

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #daddymothxxx

[wiltingwoes]

stalker tango starts blasting

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #progressively gets more unhinged

[wiltingwoes]

[ Cont. ]

“ What, did you drink to the point of another death? Sounds like a skill issue to me. “

With one leg crossed over the other on the table, Betty watched the moth demon struggle with a chirp of amusement — but the second he pushed her away to dispel the remainder of what resided in his stomach, that’s when the concern kicked in.

“ Woah — easy, sweetheart…blyat, da, you really do not look well… “

Worried about him passing out, slender arms wrapped around his waist to guide him down onto the bed, placing the back of her hand to his forehead to check his temperature,

“ Deep breaths…I actually know some remedies from my past that may aid in this leetle predicament. But before that, let us identify the core issue at hand…

What are your symptoms, darling? “

@e-m-p-error

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #emperror

[wiltingwoes]

DO YOU REMEMBER WHY YOU KEPT THE NOSFERATU LEASHED?

EXTERMINATION DAY RESOUNDED THE GONG OF THE TOWER. LUTE HAD HIT HARDER THAN EXPECTED AFTER THE FIRST MAN PLUMMETED TO HELL TO JOIN THE VERY SINNERS HE SWORE TO ERADICATE.

Swarms of the newly trained angels BLED FROM THE REDDENED SKY, THE CHORUS OF AGONY SEEPING THROUGH THE STREETS. BLOOD coated the cobblestone in only a matter of minutes, families running for cover and the unsuspecting getting IMPALED BY ANGELIC STEEL.

This time, the V tower was targeted. Betty didn’t think much of it at first — what were a few measly winged vermin? But upon seeing how RAVENOUS they were, they started to resemble HARPY more than ANGEL. This caused PANIC to brew in her heart, the red head hardly getting time to react before the window SHATTERED, A BARRAGE OF THE DISGUSTING CREATURES OOZING IN WITH WAR CRIES. BODIES OF THE LOWLY LITTERED LIKE DEBRIS AND A RAIN OF BOTH BLOOD AND GUNPOWDER COATED RICH TILE, A TORRENT OF MORTIFIED SCREAMS ERUPTING FROM A TSUNAMI OF SINNERS.

The undead did her best to fend off what she could on the way to the Vee’s — but surprisingly found herself having DIFFICULTY. Even with her blood magic and bloodlust, there was just TOO DAMN MANY WITH AN EQUAL AMOUNT OF AGGRESSION — OUTNUMBERED.

SHAKY HANDS GRASPED THE AMULET THAT KEPT THE BEAST CONTAINED. WOULD IT BE WORTH IT? WHAT ABOUT THE VEE’S? WOULD THEY SURVIVE? ANGELIC STEEL WOULD KILL THEM PERMANENTLY. THIS WOULD BE THE BEST OUTCOME FOR THEM SHOULD SHIT REALLY HIT THE FAN —

AT LEAST THEY WOULD PERISH TO HER BLOODIED CLAWS INSTEAD OF SPEAR AND RETURN SHOULD SHE END UP MURDERING ONE OF THE TRIO IN THE BESERK RAGE.

The last image that flashed in her clouded mind as she SLAMMED THE AMULET ON THE GROUND was that of the trio laughing with her — and feeling a SICKENINGLY STRANGE SENSATION OF HOME.

— — —

DO IT FOR THEM. SAVE THEM. YOU CAN SNAP OUT OF IT IN TIME, CAN’T YOU, VAMPIRE?

AN UNHINGED JAW CLAMPED DOWN ON AN EXORCIST’S STOMACH, SQUEEZING HER BODY BENEATH ROWS OF SHARP TEETH BEFORE RAG DOLLING HER AROUND LIKE A DOG TOY. The lifeless body was then TOSSED FULL FORCE INTO THE WALL AND SPLAT LIKE A SQUASHED INSECT.

Slowly, upon sensing another FEARFUL presence behind her, the nosferatu turned to meet eyes with Vox. A HULKING BEAST ROUGHLY ABOUT 7’8 WITH GIANT, TORN WINGS AND A BLEEDING MAW LUMBERED TOWARD HIM IN A PREDATORY GAIT — UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE THE PERSON IN FRONT OF HER AS ONE OF THE TRIO SHE WAS MEANT TO SHIELD.

She then TOWERED above him, the TVs surrounding the two video taping the entire dilemma. ALL AROUND THEM WERE REFLECTIONS OF THE NOSFERATU’S TERRIFYING APPEARANCE, AMPLIFYING THE DETAIL JUST AS SHE GOT IN A POUNCING POSITION.

SAVE THEM.

@hazbinhive

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #hazbinhive #dw about length I just like to monologue and give context first before getting into the real thread GFHFBCVV #tw: body horror #tw: gore

[wiltingwoes]

The light tap of rain broke the silence amongst the two in bed, colors that once graced the room now dulled out to a melancholic contrast.

Love was a horrid emotion. IT RIPPED, TORE APART, AND MAIMED. In most cases for her, love never lasted long — and when it did, it was never healthy in the least.

Case in point.

Dressed in only her lingerie bra and panties, the scarred up vampire plucked Val’s cigar from his lips just to take a deep inhale of the venom — then pressed their lips together in a shotgun kiss, the carmine smoke weeping from their nostrils gracefully waltzing together in strained hearts before vanishing in thin air. Blinking away vermillion tears, Betty gazed down at him with a brokenly numb expression, ghosting the back of her hand against his periwinkle skin.

“ …What do we do now? You know none of this will ever be healthy for us — reciprocated feelings aside.

You will never change. Neither will I. You want to continue possessing me — and I want to be free to leave this ring and live out my dream. Then there is this…strange…God fucking knows what between us. Feelings? Love? Can we even classify this as such?

I wish you were better for me.

Perhaps in another life you are — in another life, you could handle me as if I were fragile instead of purposely shattering that glass. Then we would have been good for each other. “

A pause, her breath shaky.

“ But not in this life, my love.

Not in this life... “

@invoxtion

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #invoxtion #cry by cigarettes after sex playing in the bg #ouchies

[wiltingwoes]

I finally got off my lazy ass to finish her Vee verse’s ref.

hallelujah collapses

#🐀 VERSE: DOLLHOUSE. 🐀 #I’d die for her.