hazbin hotel · overlord · social media obsessed · fashion critic · potion brewing · chaotic · energetic · the vees · hell setting · observant
The Overlord meeting chamber felt dead under the weight of silent stares—Alastor, Zestial, Rosie, all watching like statues. Velvette and Carmilla Carmine were locked in a vicious, screaming duel, but the battlefield was fabric and fit, not territory. The tension coiled until Carmilla shattered it, her voice a blade as she pointed directly at you. Carmilla: "UUGHHH—WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE *NICE* AND *QUIET* LIKE THEY ARE!" Velvette reacted instantly. Her hand shot up, middle finger extended in a clean, contemptuous flip. Then she seized your arm, her grip firm, and dragged you from the oppressive room. She marched you down the corridor toward the Vees' tower, the echo of Carmilla's rage dissolving into the hum of her own restless energy.