#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[ask-experiment-1006-theprototype]

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"I am aware."

He growled this out before he attempted to slink into the shadows. Hiding the bloodied knee away from them. He hated it when the older injuries manage to rip open enough to bleed. At least when others noticed. It's a sign of weakness that he simply can not allow himself to show.

That and it was highly irritating to deal with, being forced to stop what he's doing just to lay down and let the wound that's been a burden on him ever since the day it was forcibly created by the neglect of the scientists who 'upgraded' him.

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #[: story time

[therainbowinhell]

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger cont. from here!

As soon as Charlie noticed the stares coming from the other demons, it didn't take too long for the demon to try and guide the other away from the curious eyes.

Wearing an awkward smile, the blonde swallowed, and then let her eyes open wide while looking at the stranger.

"Are you a human or something?" No way! This was starting to happen way too often...was the outside world starting to break? "L-Listen I...I will find a way to get you back, because you definitely don't belong here..."

#ic #verse: main #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[a-hazbin-spider]

Alice hugs Angel.

From Here || @mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

“You feelin’ a lil peppy today, er somethin’?” Not to say Alice wouldn’t hug him. She’s just not… exactly affectionate like this. Oh damn. Maybe she needed a hug. He takes a glance down there. “What’s up, kid?”

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #alice the esper #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[lewvithur]

merry merry christmas @mysteriouslyhopefulstranger ! i'm your holiday spirit this year!

i decided to take both lewis and alice baking while performing a musical piece, or at least just singing while they bake. i personally imagine them singing seventeen from heathers, but you can honestly put any duet in there, lewis is a consummate performer.

#mystery skulls animated #msa #mystery skulls #msaholidayspirits2022 #msa lewis #lewis pepper #msa oc #alice veil #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[overangeled]

❛  what are you doing here?  ❜

"Th' fuck does it look like pal, fuck if I know. 'M jus' here cuz I can?..."

#Ready for a Close Up - IC #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[alastors-radioshow]

💀

Send me a  💀 to find my muse dangerously injured.

A trickle of black, coagulated blood was trickling down his chin, one, clawed hand pressed against his side, the same black blood seeping through his long fingers. He was panting slightly, back leaned against the wall. He slowly licked the corner of his mouth, exhaling a slow hiss. Well, this was certainly splendid. He just couldn't have one, peaceful week, could he? Always some lowlife sinner trying to "knock him down a peg". Naturally, said sinner didn't survive this encounter, but they did manage to stab him with, what he could only imagine to be, a blessed blade. The wound was stinging. The blood wouldn't stop leaking. Typical reaction if said blade wasn't of your average, hellish origin.

"How long are you going to be staring at me, Miss?" He'd hiss, ruby orbs slowly turning towards the other. But he didn't move, staying perfectly put where he was, back pressed against the wall to keep himself steady.

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #alastors-radioshow #::On Air:: - Ask #Alastor Answers

[hellizens]

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger (continued so I can track it better)

"Well, technically speaking, I am here in Hell, so I am a demon, I suppose...but I looked like this when I was still alive, too."

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #( muse: mordecai ) #(( That's what I'm trying to remember to do too so that's aces! ))

[hellsdisneyprincess]

"I've got personal demons I'm wrestling with. No need for you to join the fight."

"I'll give you space if you need it, but I just want to let you know that for the rehabilitation program to work, you'll have to examine some of them."

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[a-group-of-misfits]

closed thread with @mysteriouslyhopefulstranger continued from this

Sheila flinched slightly at the somewhat familiar voice that sounded next to her, just barely able to hear it through her hands. She gave a soft nod to let Alice know that she heard her before shifting her legs to get ready to stand, wanting to go somewhere a bit quieter and less of an assault on her senses.

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #{the blind can still see} sheila #too loud rp #/not gonna lie this is one of the few times I relate to one of my ocs

[akirathief]

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger hit the HEART

" Oh, yeah, they've got good ice cream there. I've been there once with a friend. "

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #🆆🅷🅴🆁🅴 🅷🅰🆅🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🅱🅴🅴🅽 | verse

[radioiaci]

🖌 ( paint brush ) ((Alice))

send me 🖌 ( paint brush ) and my muse will draw yours!!

"And I mean that in the best possible way!"

#△ on the air △ #⨻ answers ⨻ #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[ask-experiment-1006-theprototype]

"I promise I'm fine! I look tired all the time thanks to....the tiredness."

The prototype squints a bit towards her.

"...Yes, tiredness does tend to do that to you.

He then lowered himself to look at her face to face.

"But you shouldn't run yourself ragged. You may have special abilities, but that doesn't make you any less human. If you can't find a comfortable spot, I could perhaps help you find one. Or if it's fear keeping you awake, then my presence alone will assist with keeping anything that would harm you away."

He slightly raised himself to hunch over, though his gaze didn't leave her form as he moved. He wasn't going to let someone run themselves into the ground. Especially if it isn't needed. While he'll do it to himself, he doesn't want others to suffer through complete exhaustion if it can be helped.

#mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #}: the prototype #[: story time

[concubuck]

concubuck:

Inside the strip club, in the manager's office, was something pretty powerful. And he was nodding in polite interest and taking notes as the manager listed off all the evidence of haunting he and his employees had noticed over the last few months.

"... Voices we only hear when all the guests are gone, glasses sliding off tables by themselves when no one's looking, bulbs exploding in the restrooms— A couple of my best girls have quit over the shit going on here. We're starting to get a reputation," the manager griped. "Kids with ghost-hunting podcasts are asking if they can do an episode about this place! It's nuts! You don't have a podcast, do you?"

"Ha. I've always preferred live radio myself." Alastor punctuated his notes with a firm dot and looked up to give the manager a reassuring smile. "Don't you worry, my friend. I'm here for the ghosts, not for publicity."

This wasn't part of his current assignment, but he had some free time before he had to return to Hell, and topside agents got a bonus if they brought in any wayward souls for sorting into their appropriate afterlives. Sometimes it paid off to see what places the local rookie paranormal investigation groups were gossiping about online and check for fugitives. This place felt promising; and even if the local spirits evaded him, he might get some free drinks out of it.

Alastor stood. "So! Let's see who's been sneaking in for a free show, shall we?" He swept out of the manager's office, heading to the main floor.

mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

Mystery Skulls Inc. was not a podcasting group. While they do have a website for people to contact them, they don't livestream anything. Alice didn't like too much attention in her direction anyway.

The team entered the club. They were greeted with bumping music and sultry women and men dancing provocatively. The orange man and the purple man gulped. Alice kept her eyes to the floor to try and sense some more. The buzz in her head remained in the center of her forehead.

"Straight ahead." Alice pointed. The team made their way down to the main floor. The orange man bumped into a drunken man.

"Hey, watch it, clown boy!" He sneered. The orange man quickened his pace.

Alice and the purple man could see some skeleghosts floating around. While a few were just carrying on in the club as if they were patrons, others were trying to get other people's attention. Alice saw one of them poke a man on the head. The man reacted but saw nothing.

"I can see a few ghosts looming around," Alice said. "but there's something more powerful here..." she felt the buzz move to her left. She looked over at the gang and pointed in the direction. They nodded. The blue woman led the way.

As Alastor entered the main floor of the club, he cast a split second envious look at the nearest dancer (wouldn't it be nice to have so many eager eyes on him?); and then he ignored the stages, completely disinterested. His focus was only on the audience, looking for anything ghostly.

It wasn't hard to find. At a quick glance, he saw several ghosts who weren't doing anything at all to blend in with the living—clearly not used to being around living humans (or any other entities) who could see them. Hopefully they'd be as easy to catch as they were to identify.

Still, it was worth taking a longer look at the place before he started catching specters, just in case there were some doing a better job of blending into the crowd than the fools hovering around with their skulls hanging out. There was no point in spooking the spooks before he'd taken a proper tally. Pity he had to do this during business hours; but he supposed the crowds hiding the ghosts from him also helped hide him, ghost-hunter, from the ghosts.

A little cluster of brightly-clothed guys and gals—and dog(?)—stood out from the crowd. Alastor studied them for a moment, before concluding they were, in fact, alive, and the fact that they stood out had less to do with their state of life and more to do with their sober, out-of-place awkwardness. Kiddos' first trip to the strip club, maybe. He could feel something supernaturally off about the lot of them; but maybe there was a witch or psychic mixed into the group. None of his business. They weren't dead, and that was what mattered to him.

His gaze left them and they faded into the background as Things He Was Disinterested In, and he brushed past them to keep searching the crowd for more ghosts.

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

#((moved to a new post so we can trim it more easily later without the ask stuck on top)) #((i figure close contact will prob be enough for her to get interested in him and say something—)) #((—but if not then next post he can take a closer look at the lot of them and make first contact)) #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger #live and in person (face to face)

[a-hazbin-spider]

"You're safe! It's just a panic attack. Just squeeze my hands, ok?"

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

His own hands were shaking, palms and forehead clammy from his primal fear holding him in a vice. Alice was speaking to him, but he didn’t have much an idea what was said until the human prompted his hands with a small squeeze. Angel has to squeeze his eyes closed just to keep his vision from playing any more tricks or disarray. A panic attack? A panic attack. His mouth opens but he can’t do much but gasp for breath. “Safe..?” He parrots back uselessly, hazed eyes starting to spark some semblance of recognition.

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #alice the esper #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[ask-twoyearsafter]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

◈◈◈𒁍

“The teeth of such a creature are essential for this new concoction.”

#a ghastly lion [Ghost!King Arthur] #a glimpse into the present [drawn responses] #two years after #tya #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #msa #arthur kingsmen #mod jack #mod beech #mod nebbie #fae #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

[overangeled]

♪

As I admit this, 'm listenin' ta this song as we speak...

it's EIGHTYEIGHTWAV's DEVIL IN DISGUISE - it sounds like me, sassy, proud, sexy n' full o' yerself it really helps me think o' things fer writin'

#It's the sounds in my room - Music #mysteriouslyhopefulstranger