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“ jus’ plugged my port in’ta al’s dicks - cord . one new dm , baby . ”
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ladiesofhell // @radiodemonica··
“Since when did we even have a motto?”
“ since big red from reddit staff decided t’a powa trip . ”
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radiodemonica // you brought me back .
“ I’m positive , “ alastor replies as he swallows , his trademark grin having been wiped clean off of his face by now . instead , his eyes trail after the slim fingers that had brushed his bangs aside and then lightly run across his cheek. the gesture was so sweet and… so foreign to the radio demon, that he wasn’t quite sure how to act. and he… liked it, he found.
“ more like HIV positive - ” he’s joking of course , raspy laugh huffing out like nicotine from drug - abused lungs . smile fades into something more somber upon noticing how he relaxes . is he . . . ? no , no way in hell .
“ so , we jus’ crotch - married now , or wha’ ? ”
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dementedstatic // : )
“Holy [bleep], he’s not dead! Quick, someone call the exterminator!”
“ hand ova th’ dicks - cord tag , babe . i , uh -- los’ y’er numba . ”
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@ladiesofhell charlie ‘m scaaaaawed
‘the femur is the only bone in the femur’ - @polkapcp
#ic#hey bestie i'm so sorry for tagging you after all these years#hey how u been#hands you cursed content#ily i missed u frfr#ladiesofhell#radiodemonica#i would've formatted the post proper but i feel it hits harder like this
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i’m dosed up on thc and you treat me like unbirthed dogshit
‘the femur is the only bone in the femur’ - @polkapcp
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radiodemonica // you brought me back .
“hold on now-!” alastor starts to protest but it was too late. smaller radio demon found himself being pushed down into a nearby arm chair , and a second later that fluffy menace had seated himself in his lap. though that wasn’t the end of it, oh no, for much to alastor’s surprise he then had a pair of fluffy tits in his face , to which he sneezes a second later as angel’s fur tickled his nose.
“ i assure you darling my memory is very photogenic ! now please do get off of me , this is a tad too obscene for my tastes ! ” he wasn’t able to hide his very noticeable blush , though.
not good enough ; NEVER good enough .
alastor’s bangs are brushed through as upper arms unfold and relay to gently playing along ears’ shelled edge and sideburns , scratching spider claws lightly against grayed skin . he’s such a coy little jello cup to stir . mix it up and watch it scramble . lips purse before a sadistic smile plasters on the affectionate palooka . “ you sure ? maybe a few extra senses ‘ll really soldify th’ mem’ry den ! ”
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radiodemonica // you brought me back .
“ put on a smile ! ”
oh , he wants a smile ? angel can do that , even at a cost . lower arms hook smaller man’s hips and shove him back into an armchair , legs keeling and folding in to nestle garterbelt close , flush to flush . propped atop radio demon’s regions , upper arms flourish to fold over his head while lower limbs produce a light fluff of powderpuff tits . even a little rouge dusts up from its composure . the wry flash of a grin makes its way certain . “ how’s dat ? bedda yet , take a picture ! it’ll last longa’ . . . ~ ”
#ic#radiodemonica#*moans*#im gonna kill you for bringing me back#to this fandom after all this time#nervously hiding my face
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@radiodemonica !
“ al , i mean dis in th’ nicest way possible . i hope t’a GOD you get a lego brick stuck soundin’ y’er deer dick . ”
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hot take of the century ; i’m alive on this blog.
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HONKIN’ HUSSY.
“Mm̠̥͇m̙̩̬mm..̜̪ͅ.̹̦ ̣͕fl͙u̠ff̜̩y͓ ̰̥ti̘̮̲ts.”
➦ ❛ - && damn do they fluff up jus’ fo’ you, babes ! - ❜
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TAKE MY MONEY.
Zack allowed the touch, a slight smile on his beak as relief set in a tad, likely felt in his tense shoulders. He had a good poker face, but even this was cracking away at it, “The total is a lot… but if you can spare 3,000 we’ll be well on the way. I’ve got some money of my own I’m adding to the pot, going to a friend of hers and I.M.P too.” the bird explained, “I’ll… likely be out of business after this, once my handler catches wind I’m getting involved. You know the trade, can’t have conflict of interest in the biz. But should be able to find other work and we’ll both pay back everything.”
He was honest, his job never required lying. “Soon as we pay we’ll get given a pick up location, that’s where we’ll find Clem. She’s… not going to be in a good state when we get to her though.” Zack forewarned, eyes glancing to the box in Gritt’s grip, “But she’ll be alive long as we’re quick.”
➦ ❛ - dunno how well this’ll help, but we went ova’board. - ❜
one little whisper fest with charlie later, && two wads of hundreds were offered forward. five thousand each, maybe to chip in towards clem’s treatment if all they needed was three thousand. politely he’s giving them to zack, lower hands gripping those wrists taut to drag him close while he can.
❛ - so long as every dime gets t’wards her safety && not anotha’ drop ‘a dust in that sludge-fuck’s guts, then you’ve got our woi’d we don’t care abou’ payback. - ❜
❛ - get her home safe, ‘r i’ll DROP ONE on ya skull. - ❜
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BALLSY MOVE.
Zack looked down at Gritt, giving him a small nudge as the imp cringed. “This is a mistake, we should go.” Gritt hissed, his tail flicking nervously as he gripped the box even tighter. “If you’re not gonna fucking grow some balls then I’ll ask.” Zack snapped at the imp, stepping forward but grabbing Gritt’s tail so he couldn’t run off.
“… we need a loan. We’re asking other people for them too, we need a lot of money in a short amount of time.” Zack explained, “I… shouldn’t even be involved, but… Clem’s a friend. And I don’t trust Gritt to not run off and move to a different ring or something. And I feel partially responsible as their dealer.”
The bird was aware of the height difference, but he remained stood straight. He was proud, but not too proud to decline help. “We’ll pay back every penny. Even work it off if we have to.” “Speak for yourself- OW!” Gritt was about to complain when Zack yanked harshly on his tail. “I just need a yes or no, we’re running out of time Clem doesn’t have.”
➦ CLEM’s running out of time. the thought plagues him worse than any other possibility could’ve. he feels impetuous, like he wants to gun down the operation responsible — lord knows how he’d try && fall doing so. this was probably a bigger ring than he anticipated. a hand braced the side of his head, realizing gritt would wuss out before even leveling the field for angel to understand. he’ll have to kick his tuckus later for being so stuck in his ways.
❛ - how much we talkin’ ? i may be set fo’ a while, but that don’ mean ‘m not holdin’ funds. every hook’as got their stash. - ❜
he had quite a stockpile too, from drug money to mattress cash, to straight up one-night hookups — he was set for a long haul. what only mattered now was paying off this incredulous debt that’s been all he’s heard for the past week or so. even if he doesn’t know zack personally, he’ll offer a hand of condolense to his shoulder.
❛ - it’s no deal’as job t’ cut supplies ; bu’d as a friend, ‘m sure y’ur hurtin’ big guy. jus’ gimme a numba’ ‘n i’ll see what i can manage. - ❜
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