#⊰IC⊱ On the Air || Adelicia

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Whispers, almost silent had begun amongst the piercing static; whispers that slowly grew louder and louder, their muttering unintelligible...but to her they rang loud and clear, tempting voices urging her onwards. Yet, she was not so far gone within her rage, to heed those cacophonous voices, so she ignored them and the almost uncontrollable urge to snap his neck and to simply be done with the matter.

No, she couldn't fault him for his curiosity; if she were in his shoes....or is it their shoes? The man held before her just kept piquing her interest more and more! Just what secrets was this puzzling being hiding?

It would be a shame to kill such a unique specimen after all.

Her rage, the humiliation she had felt up to this point had lessened, soon being overtaken by the intrigue...the insatiable curiosity. So she placed the man on the ground releasing his now bruised neck; the shadows seemed to of receded, however, if one were to look closely within casted shadows of the room...they would seem to flicker and move. The static was now at a dull thrum, no longer ear-shattering; the voices receding.

A sharp smile graced the doe’s lips as she observed the being before her, oh she could tell he was still human. Yet there was something far more interesting attached to him, using him as a catalyst to speak. It seemed to come out when his life was in any form of danger, a parasite protecting its host.

"You're not wrong to be curious, Alistair. In fact, I would do the same in your shoes!" Ade began idly eyes scanning the entity before her as if she didn't just have him dangling in the air, gasping for breath a mere few seconds before

"However, I believe a far more interesting question has been posed than anything that had just transpired, my dear fellow!" A bout of radioed laughter came from the tall demoness.

"I must say, what a curious being that is attached to you...a parasite if you will. How fascinating..." the demoness mused index finger resting on her cheek.

"It's quite powerful, dark...ancient even; no wonder you become so strong in death."

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Anonymous Asks: What are your thoughts on Chalastor? For IC and OOC please.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

“Me? With her? Surley you jest, why that’s the funniest thing I've heard since the great depression! She is nothing but a naive and overly hopeful princess who fails to see the harsh reality that sinners cannot and will not be redeemed, they had their chance in life and I’d argue most if not all love it down here, being able to experience and do all the things they couldn’t in life with near to no repercussions. Dear Charlotte is nothing more than some passing entertainment, something to change the mundane day to day of this eternal inferno. If i were to ever pursue a relationship with the princess it would only be for me to have a way to the far better Magne woman” she wipes some fake tears from her eyes “Oh I haven’t laughed that hard in ages, thank you dear gray face!”

If I am to be honest, I won’t lie and say I used to ship Chalastor/Charlastor rather passionately in fact; However, I have grown out of it not only due to the sheer impossibility of it ever happening and if it did, it would be some real toxic bullshit but to just how rabid the ship base is. Some (not all) Charlastor/Chalastor shippers get so toxic and angry if there are any other ships that interfere with their OTP, like them often dissing Chaggie, which is fucking canon, and by all means is a healthy relationship and just ugh, leave my canon sweet gay ship alone. No decapitating Vaggie, or Charlie cheating on Vaggie for Alastor or any of that.

 I also dislike how people tend to make Alastor, a soft squishy deer man who is putty in her hands and is oh so wholesome. That is not the case, never will be the case, he is only helping the hotel and the princess because he is bored. He doesn’t believe in the cause or even really give a damn about the place, he literally, the first thing he does is put a fucking bar in a place that discourages sin. He rolls his eyes at her as she is preaching her cause, he keeps pushing Vaggie out of the way to isolate Charlie to manipulate her better  (Vaggie is clearly her voice of reason, and life line). He also makes a bastardized parody of her song. He doesn’t care or give a damn about the princess, and with how devotedly blind to her cause Charlie is, will not even realize it until later down the fucking line.

The ship art is cute, It really is. But it will never happen, it will never be canon and people need to get that through their thick skulls. I’m not saying don’t ship it, ship what you want I am not stopping you, more power to you. This is just my opinion

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@undergrounclmafia asks: UGH / from Mukuro

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Honestly she had expected this, after getting him released into her custody and out of that cell, it was only a matter of time really. Not speaking with him for years on end due to a muted connection, only for them to once again meet only on opposite sides. Her being on his worst enemies... it was expected.

So when she found herself pinned to the wall by a trident and a familiar body , she just stared at furious heterochromatic hues , Adelicia willed her shadows to stay at bay a sigh leaving strained vocals. She would let him vent out all his frustrations and anger on her, she had hurt her little fawn after all, a little harmless provocation wouldn't hurt either.

"Is that the best you can do? I thought I raised you better than that Muku-chan, ne?" a very childlike giggle following, one all to familiar.

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The clacking of heels on pavement rang through the air as the denizens cowered away from the crimson devil, yellowed grin impossibly wide as she basked in the terror wafting through the air. As the streets seemed to thin out, only a few tiny demons skittering here and there did crimson ears flick as the sounds of small rustling came from a dingy alleyway, a tiny breath heaving rapidly.

A distinct smell of mortality stung her nostrils like a tempting aroma, curiosity peaked did she wander over to a rather large pile of discarded boxes. Used needles, condoms and other unsavory things littered the cramped alleyway, finally spotting the tiny figure did she loom over him glowing red orbs gazing down on him. A human child, well, he wasn't supposed to be here now was he?

“well, hello there little one! you seem to be rather far from home! Adelicia, a pleasure to meet you kid!”

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Starter for @goodspiritradio

The sunsets upon the land, it’s warm rays vanishing behind the horizon; bathing the world in cold unfeeling darkness. Townsfolk scatter to and fro within the cobbled streets rushing to get into the safety of their homes, lanterns flaring to life soft hues lighting the streets, the nights in this town were not meant for the living, lest you wished to fade into the grasp of those who stalk the night, in search for blood. Men, woman, and children alike lay huddled withing their beds, clutching their rosaries within a vicelike grip muttering ancient prayers under their breathes before they fall into a fitful state of rest, trying their hardest to ignore the screams echoing through the night, the scratches against their homes, the gentle rasping upon the door. Best to ignore it, even if the pounding is frantic and voices the begging for help, ignore it, they were doomed anyway. Why bring down their happy families in the futile attempt to save a lone soul? To fall to the demons that lurk just outside? To become a mindless blood-seeking slave, barred from the gates of heaven for all eternity? No, They would never risk their place in heaven to help the damned.

And so, the night drew on, the screams and sounds eventually fading as the sun peaked its rays over the horizon, signaling a new day, safety, and the increased number of missing persons within their little town and the villages surrounding it. People shuffle into the streets greeting one another jovially, bartering, trading, living the day to the fullest before the curse fell once again as soon as night falls. A soft humming left a richly dressed woman, silver hair done up in a tight bun, hidden beneath her sunhat, reddish-purple eyes surveying the town square, figure shaded by a lace parasol painted red lips twisting into an expectant grin. Look at them, those little ants skittering about, thinking that they’re safe from her horrors. 

Mortality, what a fragile and useless thing, humans were weak, it was laughable really; how easy it was to snap their pretty little necks, to suck them dry as they remained unaware enveloped within a state of bliss she puts them under, unable to fight back as the life fades from their eyes. They either come back, reborn as her children of the night, or they remain withered husks unable to stand the arduous and painful transformation that follows shortly after. She had an empire full of her beloved children yet only she could stand to be within the burning rays of the sun, she was far too old, and far too powerful for it to disintegrate her into ash. That’s how she liked it, it made scouting for victims that much easier, especially within a bustling crowd. The woman was pulled from her musings as she witness and unfamiliar face in the crowd, he was rather young perhaps his mid to late twenties possibly thirties. Oh ho, how exciting there was a new little lamb in town! Not many moved out here into the countryside, let alone to this small town, perhaps, things won’t be so boring anymore. She couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

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"So what do you think?" 

Was the question that was asked, as slender fingers tied the silk ribbons around the waist before stepping away admiring her handy work. They had been at this game for awhile, Adelicia being stubborn in finding the right outfits for her fiance-- who had the misfortune of being turned into a female. It definitely didn't have to do with the fact that this quality and intimate time spent between them, was in a way making them closer. Showing Alistair the side of her world where dresses and fun fashions were prominent. She would admit she didn't have any friends of the same gender-- who weren't uppity snobs with too many bees up their crawl. So in a way this was kind of fulfilling something she didn't have, added to the fact that Alistair had an amazing figure as a woman, didn't quite help matters in the slightest.

She was guilty in the fact of sneaking a few glances where she probably shouldn't. But her fiance being in a female body, it had her-- questioning a few things. That doesn't mean she's been shying away either, handling her as intimately as she always had been. Male or female, Alistair was her one and only, her betrothed, her equal. Somewhere deep within herself was that urge of curiosity, of making love with a woman. Perhaps it was because it was her Alistair, since she had never had such a curiosity previously. A soft hum left parted lips as she ran a brush through curly brown locks. Adelicia placed a kiss on her head, a low murmur of a compliment escaped the dame.

"You look beautiful, Mon Cheri"

However, those thoughts were pushed aside for now. Presently there were more serious matters to attend to.  

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Ah, Yes, Hell. It's been so long since she had graced this plane of existence. Just how long has it been? A century at least? Maybe even longer. The being didn't know, nor did she truly care. Time didn't quite have the hold, nor the relevance on her like it did most others. It was a boring, over used concept, something made by mankind as a way to gain some form of control of their surroundings.

The sharp punctuated clicking of heels against the pavement echoed through the street, followed by the ever present hum of static. The whispers of all those she had consumed in her long life, clawed desperately at the minds of those around her, voices whispering. Pleading. Tempting them. They were all so Angry.

Angry at themselves, angry at her, angry at all the others who remained free from her grasp- while they fell for her false words and honeyed lies, a sickeningly sweet symphony playing upon their desires. Luring them deeper into her twisted web, blindly trusting her with everything they held dear. But they would loyally serve her until the very end, when all the stars die and the world fades into oblivion.

It was all so amusing to her, millions of faces blended together none distinguishable over the other, they had all lost their names, their sense of self, only loyal to her. Yet they could still feel those pesky emotions, those phantom pains of who they once were. It was all so amusing she had to refrain from laughing aloud! Her sharp grin carved further up her face as she felt the fear those around her radiated as she passed by, a soft pleasant song escaped her as the being strolled through the streets. Delectable, their fear was truly something-

The demoness gave a short pause as she felt a change ripple through the air, a foreign energy, crisp, something- familiar... but- what was it? It didn’t belong here, whatever it was. Clearly.

Curiosity peaked, the ancient creature known as Adelicia followed the intriguing scent, until she came upon the most interesting sight. Eyes glowed in delightful curiosity  she had never seen anything like it! Anything like her! how entertaining! She just had to see the show unfolding before her!

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A bullet grazed her shoulder but she is fine and no worse for wear.

Gets hit in the forehead in The. Exact. Same. Spot. That. Killed. Her.

Shes fine otherwise though!

@hells-femme-fatales​ replied to your post:

Cherri Bomb and Adelicia play their electric kazoos

@dementedstatic​ replied to your post:

Alastor in turn doots on his own kazoo in another direction from the first two.

@showtimesinner​ replied to your post:

Alastor doots on HIS kazoo in another direction.

@goodspiritradio replied to your post:

Alistair doots innocently in his general direction.

“I FUCKIN’ WARNED YA!”

Making sure to mind the child, Husk fired his Luger in the general direction of all the taunting kazoos… until the mag was dry. It’s just a handgun. It has like, what? 8 rounds?

Once he was confident that the kazoos stopped, at least for the moment, he left the bar, and headed upstairs to his room, covering his face with a pillow when he got there.

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“Ah yes, another fine day here in hell, with horny stags in rut on main, crass and tasteless humor everywhere, is there truly nothing new? It truly is Stag-ering”

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@undergrounclmafia asks:  Head tilting to the side, his hand extended briefly to tug at the red strands of her hair. "You missed a spot," he pointed out, rubbing his thumb and index fingers together with the blood matted strands beneath his touch.

touch meme

There was a slowly blink at the sudden contact initiated by her sky, slender pale fingers gently rubbing those matted strands of hair; however, where there would usually be a flash of annoyance-- a more reluctant fondness settled within the pit of her gut, grin softening a tad as a chuckle escaped her.

"So it seems I have, Cher"

Just how did things become like this? It was a question that always plagued her mind when it came to the man before her. Dead heart picking up in rhythm whenever she saw him, or was in close proximity to him. It was irritating, it nagged at her like a persistent insect.

Occasionally fleeting thoughts of ending him, ridding her of these feelings filled her head, those while not going away were always present in some capacity. She would kill him or any who tried stealing him away, should the need ever arise. Regardless, he was hers, soul and all. And she would be damned once again to let him escape her grasp.

Bloodied hues observed the carnage around them, some rebels attempting to scout and possibly reclaim the area, some no names from the Vongola if she recalled.

"you know, this was a rather easy task. One that could easily be handled by your grunts. Is there a reason why you sent me against such fodder?"

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≾❈≿ Anonymous Curses:  M!A: Seems you have an itch you can’t scratch, one that seemingly grows and grows with each passing moment; the graze of fabric on skin and the very breeze itself will be enough to have you teetering on that unseen edge without being able to fall over it.. at least not without assistance; M!A lasts four days and none can run interference or undo this spell; turnabout is fair play, after all.

Overly gleeful tones filtered through the doe's ears, a heavy sense of something akin to dread filled her very being. Everything felt so- hot. Like a small persistent fire roaring under her skin, the tingles sending pleasurable but unwanted shivers down her spine.

Her usual grayish pallor flushed with a faint pink hue, legs trembling as she reached for the wall to hold her up, only for another jolt of pleasure to go shooting down her body. A strangled moan escaped gritted teeth, eyes narrowing as she kept holding herself up.

Her room, she just needed to get into her room. Shut herself away for a few days, until this damned curse lifted. However, with each and every step, Ade found it harder and harder to walk, her clothing constantly grazing against her skin, even the vibration from walking was enough to send smaller jolts down her spine. Soft strangled breaths left the demoness as she tried to regulate her breathing, to block out the pleasure that shot through her body at every moment. She needed to get to her room, loa forbid someone find her in this degrading and helpless state.

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plays this on her electric kazoo

“ One, two, three, four, one, two, three mother fucka' ! ”

Plays the kazoo cover of sax-a-boom by Jack Black

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@goodspiritradio

Just dooting the kazoo walking back to the hotel, hearing a faint kazooing in the distance, eyes following the sound find the previously dangling human at the top of the hotel sign. The question was, does she get them down? or leave them to fall? Red eyes lit up, now there was an idea, walking closer to the hotel a shadow slithers up the building and to where the mortal was hanging, without warning the shadow cuts away the cloth holding Alistair up, causing the poor man to freefall 14 stories before landing comfortably in the arms of the tall demoness.

“Well hello there, darling, didn’t take you for the type to fall over yourself.”

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@swingstaticandmurder

The bloody hues of hell were something she really didn’t miss, having grown accustomed to the vibrance of the mortal plains, the denizens here were so boring, so predictable... all knew of her, feared her, respected her. It was so different topside, she wasn’t well known, oh she was feared in some circles but above? She could do whatever she pleases. Whisper into the ears of choice politicians, completely destroy and debased entire countries, bring forth strife and despair to people and families, steal the souls of the unwarily desperate sort. It was her playground, it reminded her of all those eons ago before she was sealed and the joy she had held within the pure debauchery, and destruction, that brought entire races to quake and tremble underneath her fingertips, as she erased their pathetic lives, screams a musical symphony to her ears.

Ah, look at her, getting lost within her reminiscence of the old days; reeling back to the present, the demoness held a very specific goal, in returning to the hellish landscape she had called home. A very specific person, one she knew far too well, one of whom she knew was thriving here in the desolate landscape since his...unfortunate death. Oh! how she relished in his face of complete and utter betrayal, his picture-perfect world crumbling down around him, any thought of him finally reaching a semblance of happiness torn from his grasp! There was a reason why you didn’t fall for demons, let alone ones sealed within a radio and that so obviously catered to your specific desires and whims, he was so easy to read, yet, oh so fun to manipulate and to play with. Precious little Raimond Lamelle, arguably one of her most entertaining of toys, he held a place of high regard to her. But not in the way one would expect, no, he had kept her interest longer than any other plaything she had held previously, something to admire for certain, with how fickle she truly was.

Humming a peppy little tune as she roamed the vast streets of the pentagram, demons of all walks of life steering clear of her path, the sharp clacking of heels reverberated around her accompanied by the faint hum of static and the hushed murmuring from the terrified crowd. Not much has changed, she thought rather bored with the lack of change her in hell, one would think that with the exterminations more new places would crop up and whatnot. Alas, that just wasn’t the case much to her chagrin, everything remained boring and predictable, yes, she didn’t miss this place, not one bit. Abruptly the displeased demoness stopped in front of a radio, and that oh so familiar voice filtering through. Impossible grin grew even wider as the corners cut into her cheeks. 

She had found him...

In a flurry of movement, the shadows around her melded together and enveloped her within inky black, she now knew where he was, and oh, how she was going to relish in their little reunion. Just how much has he grown since she saw him last? What did he even look like? The being was positively curious! So color her shocked and quite pleased at what she saw when the shadows faded away into nothing, oh dear, he must of been so angry! The man before her bore a striking resemblance to herself, how distraught that broken and angry man must have been, that even in death, he simply couldn’t escape her grasp! The demon before her, and subsequently the reason for her visit was hunched over his precious microphone, broadcasting what he truly loved to do in life! Observing him from the doorway she stood before, the vile woman had decided to finally make her presence known. Silently she made her way over to the oblivious demon as long slender arms draped over his shoulders, a deep throaty chuckle, one he was all too familiar with filled the air.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my darling little Raimond!” Sultry dulcet purred against his ears “It’s been far too long! It seems to me you’ve made quite the name for yourself! Truly, I am so proud of you, mon cher!” Adelicia slipped away from the soul she had used and tormented in life, mocking grin etched deeply into her face as she clasped her hand together in apparent glee

“I’m glad you still adore me enough to look like me in death! I’m flattered, darling~”

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"Beasts, all of you. Treating a lady like this." Alastor hissed softly, gathering the doe within his arms, "Let's get you somewhere safe."

“Thank you, darling, those charlatans have common decency or no manners.” The elk’s voice was soft, even if she was thankful for her counterpart's intervention, it was humiliating to be found in stuck a disgusting and vulnerable state, and it took all that she had to not to fight the grasp over her, Ade knew he meant no harm by this gesture either, that is what stayed her hand.

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Eyes what has been going on the dash, and with a snap radios hum to life as the serenading tones fill the whole of hell rather loudly at that, most likely disturbing quite a few folks in the process “Ze Sweet Caress of Twilight there’s magic everywhere and with all this romantic atmosphere disaster’s in the air~”

“Can you feel the love tonight? the peace the evening brings.....~”