⚡︎ ᯓ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ˎˊ˗ 、 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⚡︎ ᯓ 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ᝰ.ᐟ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     —#hazbinhotelrp | #hhrp⠀

Vincent

#murdermedia again

i feel no guilt, but i shed a tear. i see your dead body with the blood all smeared. a bird sings a song, it's all for you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sometimes it's hard to face reality .

#vincentwhittman #vox #HazbinHotel Failed god

Let me Axe you a question🥴. #mudermedia #RadioStatic

true devotion.

im so normal about him #HazbinHotel

https://t.co/PfVDibJsUb Writing going so well, then boom, dyslexia strikes.

—⠀deserve an award, you name it, and we can leave this little disagreement behind just as long as you 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 never to do it again. ”

⠀Vincent gave her a hardened glower through his glasses with a slight tilted smile on his lips. ⠀“Besides, you know, I'm 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 of you today, you did all your jobs to a satisfactory quality.” Vincent softened his composure, becoming slightly more lax. “ I think you —

— the neighbours?” ⠀Vincent was onto something here, so he engaged her recalling her previous mistake. ⠀“You were so embarrassed you swore you'd never do it again? Well, I am just making sure not to make that happen again and it 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 happen again — right?”

𝘕𝘰 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, he scolded himself. She wasn't one of those children on his talk shows, she was his daughter, his 𝘰𝘸𝘯 responsibility. “Vidya, remember last time when you did the 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 but actually burnt yourself and you yelped so loudly you startled—

— before tossing it in the kitchen sink. He placed one plate in front of Vidya and the other in front of the chair he sat down on. ⠀Nothing in life could've prepared him for parenthood. “I understand your eagerness, but you know good things happen to those who wait —”

— always something about silence which irked him. Setting a sense of unease in his gut. Instead he continued to finish off the job, until he found the correct words to reassure her. Turning off the stove and using the offending item, the ladle, to pour the soup into two plates —

—𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 times and he was a man of very little patience even at the expense of his own blood. “Vidya I — ” Vincent exhaled pausing mid sentence, his index finger & thumb pressing against the bridge of his roman nose. He would rather her cry than be silent, there was —

— had he not stepped in. ⠀He wanted his star to burn brightly but never in a way which would cause her harm, seeing how downcast she was becoming from his warning caused 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to stir under his ribcage. ⠀Regardless, she had to learn, this had happened far —

⠀Vincent was never exactly fond of using firm countermeasures to reprimand Vidya, in fact he loathed reprimanding her 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. A reminder of his own upcoming always crept upon his back, burning down on him similar to how the soup would've scolded and burnt his daughter

“Vincent possessive Whittman” #murdermedia 📻📺

i want to hold you close， soft breath， beating heart， as i whisper in your ear， 'i wаnt to fuckіng tеаr you аpart'.