#【 BIT OF A LINE TODAY | ( QUEUE ). 】

[front-facing-pokemon]

[cent-scratchnsniff]

dawg i love the way you draw angela.,. Shes a icon :3

but srsly i love your art so much keep going you icon❤️

moonwalks away

Thank you so very much!! Again too!!! A little doodle of angela as a treat and a show of my appreciation :)

[staticgcne]

@hazbinned whispered a line !! 100 nonverbal prompts ( accepting! ) 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . - FROM CHARLIE?

     OWLISHLY  BLINKING  EYES  AS  HE  LOOKED  DOWN  AT  THE  OFFERED  PROOF.  A news article,  or perhaps a running news show.  Claiming that he may or may not have  —  he had  —  ending a little disagreement in the entertainment district by physically tearing apart a group of four sinners for interrupting his wonderful evening out to stage theatre.  He may or may not have  —  he had  —  lied immediately upon his arrival back at home about his whereabouts.

        ❛  Well.  Seems I may have been caught  ...  red - handed!  ❜    Cue the little laugh track eminating from his staff.  Warbled as it may have been. 

     Did she expect an apology?  Probably.  But they had ruined his night!

        ❛  In my defense,  dear,  they were chattering nonsense in the middle of the show!  It was rather disrespectful,  so I solved their little argument  &&  made the experience freer for all!  ❜

[condemnedsouls]

@lcftcult requested a meeting! ; starter call ( always accepting! )

AH, the smell of a battle that he took care of on his own front lawn ( of a sort ) was nothing short of delightful. copper hints of blood, the scent of gunpowder && fire in the air. the sight of bodies were less welcome, but only because they were a nuisance. he would clear them up soon. they could easily be carted away after a little call over to the folks of cannibal town, after all.

he spent a little time meandering through the destruction, rummaging through pockets && personal affects. he was slightly distracted by the actions that he very nearly missed the very much still - alive sinner there, amongst the bodies && debris. there was a moment where he considered taking her things anyway, but let out a small sigh. the fur - covered sinner looked haggard && injured.

an opportunity.

so down he knelt before them, peered over their form to get an idea of what they could have needed, && stretched out a hand.

❝ sorry about the mess, you poor thing! got caught in the cross - fire, hm? ❞

[voxxisms]

@poisonedspider whispered a line ;; wanna interact ( always accepting! ) STARTER! 

VOX didn't usually see angel outside of valentino's studio. even rarer, really, that he even saw him while he was there, their passings often being very brief, on purpose, && without much fanfare. he did not have much reason to interact with the star, outside of when the moth demon asked him to check in, or step into the role overseeing the set, or while, in general, working his magic there for one reason or another.

yet here the spider demon was, in more or less his territory of the tower, && curiosity got the better of him. he could see where he was on the cameras, vigilant as ever, so vox quickly transported himself, only a few feet behind him.

❝ angel dust. whatever are you doing on this side of the tower, hm? away from the studio. i'd assume you'd prefer to spend your free time elsewhere. ❞

a smug little smile on his screen, eyes narrowed as he looked the other over. was he looking for something?

[hcllishdreamer]

@harteatiing  whispered a line  !! misc. discord server starters  ( accepting! ) “Daily reminder that I am the most biased person in the world, thank you.”

     TO  HEAR  ALASTOR  CALL  HIMSELF  biased was very interesting.  She wasn't sure which direction he meant,  either.  Was it meant to be a call of support,  that he was in her corner?  Charlie certainly wanted to believe that,  &&  was more or less inclined to do so regardless of anything else.  He had been by her side this whole time,  &&  it didn't matter so much what his other inclinations may have been.

He had good in him.

         ❛  Good!  Biases come from all angles,  you know.  It's always good to be aware that you have them!  ❜    Ever a positive outlook.  Personal insight was important,  she knew,  &&  she herself had been learning a lot about that specific little life lesson since the moment she'd started the hotel project.     ❛  What exactly are you biased about?  The first step to dismantling those biases  &&  having the ability to shift perspective is to talk about it,  to really dissect it!  ❜

It truly could have been anything,  she figured,  but she was here to help.  A beaming smile aimed at her business partner.  This was what all those books talked about,  anyway.  She could facilitate that!

[shotonce]

tag dump. admin.

[creationlost]

tag drop. / admin.

[wandcrsoul]

tags.

[hcllishqueen]

tags

[voxxisms]

he has to laugh when he's told to stop worrying. it was a particular talent of his, to worry himself sick about anything and everything. he was a bit of a control freak, really. his pride, what little he had, remained in his memory, his ability to recall anything important easily. everything from dates to tiny little details that others might miss. he pandered and pandered well.

but this reassurance eased his mind enough that he could let it go. so he turned his attention to the sharks, and happily took hold of the offered hand over the table, squeezing it.

❛ okay, okay. thank you. i needed a day like this. it's been chaos at work. ❜

when wasn't it? he hadn't taken a proper break in weeks, something alastor would have known all too well, swept up in multiple new projects all at once, always demanding his attention. as the perfectionist he was, he couldn't keep his hands away from every aspect of the work.

❛ how have you been? anything new on your end of things? ❜

bright, content smile turned back to him now.

He is careful with his gaze as he watches Vox be well Vox for lack of a better word. Takes his own seat with grace as he crosses his legs and rests his head on his hands watching the shark tank. beautiful creatures to be sure. He understands why Vox adores them so.

Deadly yet elegant pack creatures in a lot of ways remind him of vox himself.

Misunderstood but worth loving.

"Only for you my darling. Only ever for you." He turns all his attention to his lover. With a wide boyish smile even a rarely seen smile.

"No you've not forgotten about any dates." He answers the last question first; the second is something the other would work out soon enough. "I wanted to do something unexpected for you and something I know you'd enjoy. Nothing more to it, Vox." He moves one of hands across the table to offer it to Vox to take if he so wishes. "Stop worrying and just enjoy the moment."

[front-facing-pokemon]

[nagumaow]

itoshi rin - “ lost ? “

summary ౨ৎ

your boyfriend, itoshi rin, always looks a little lost whenever he’s out with you. he doesn’t really get your antics, but he’ll follow you anyways ♡

warnings ɞ

loverboy rin lol, reader is described as pretty, beautiful, etc, oh oh and reader buys a dress , not much else , and ummm just lots of fluff and cutesy stuff and yeah !

“are you looking for something, sir?” a store attendant asks, a kind smile on her lips. she looks back at him— the man you love— who is also known as your boyfriend, rin. itoshi rin.

“no.” he’d respond, shaking his head at the woman. short and simple, as always. in all honesty, rin’s not too sure what he’s doing here. he watches as the lady leaves, his eyes immediately shifting to the dressing room. you told him to wait out here while you try on some outfits, but he feels like you’ve been taking a bit too long in there. are you hurt?

the thought alone is enough to make him feel a bit skittish, his foot tapping against the floor. he peers inside, glancing back at the endless stalls of dressing rooms. he eyes the one you stepped into— number thirteen. thirteen, thirteen, thirteen. are you okay? he feels a bit sick. what if something happened to you?

he spots you walking out after what felt like hours of nervously chattering his teeth, and he relaxes immediately. shoulders slumped and the crease from his eyebrows furrowing smoothing over, he finds his feet just barely grazing the little fencing of the queue. he knows he shouldn’t, it’s the women’s dressing room— but you’re right there, approaching him with that happy smile on your face.

“riiinn,” you draw out, and he feels his knees going weak. you’re so beautiful he’s almost sure he could cry. but he remains stoic, his hand reaching out to take some of the clothes for you. “look.” you say, holding up.. some sort of dress. he thinks he recalls you showing him a picture of something similar earlier today.

“you’ll look beautiful. let’s go pay now.” he’d say, his tone just as gentle as ever. he’s always like this with you. his hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and brushing aside your hair as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

he reaches for your hand, leading you to the register. it’s usually you leading him, but he feels sort of bad for trailing behind you like a puppy.

the next time you both go somewhere, you’re bringing him to a cafe. your favorite one. yes, rin remembers these things. how could he not? he’d never forgive himself if he were to forget anything about you.

“mhm.. yes, can i please get (favourite order)?” you ask, expression bright. rin thinks you’re like the sun sometimes. shining so prettily. he wishes he could take a picture— but he’d feel like a creep pulling out his phone in the middle of a cafe and taking photos of you like some stalker. but you’re the absolute love of his life, why should he care?

probably because he knows you’ll get all embarrassed and flustered if he does pull out his phone like he wants to. as much as he’d love to capture your beautiful smile in a picture to admire when he misses you, he would much rather have you happy.

but, don’t blame him when he ‘sneakily’ snaps a picture of you. the tips of his flush a pretty shade of red when his flash goes off, and rin is so embarrassed that he feels like that reindeer with the red nose when he watches your lips part.

“rin!” you exclaim, practically dropping your drink as you look back at your boyfriend from across the table. “did you just—“

“i didn’t.” he mumbles, gaze shifting away from yours. his pale lips curve into a subtle pout, and you really can’t bring yourself to be upset. you just flash him a knowing smile, which only makes his heart beat faster and spin the stars around his head a little harder. have you put a spell or something on him?

rin likes going out with you.

he feels a little confused sometimes, especially when you’re walking down the sidewalk, eyes bright as you look at the stores lined up. rin knows you like shopping, so he’s more than happy to come with you on your little trips to the store. even if he has no idea what he’s doing.

all he knows, is that you look so gorgeous when you smile. nothing could ever compete with you and your undeniable beauty, the absolute joy that radiates off of you like some sort of angel’s aura whenever you’re happy.

he feels a little proud, knowing that he’s contributing to your happiness as you tug him along, your fingers interlocked with his.

he likes it when you smile, he likes it when you’re happy.

on your next date, your boyfriend has no complaints standing with you in a line for some sort store. you told him it was a new one, and that you’re so excited to look inside. he’s just happy to be with you.

when you’re both finally let inside, he follows after you, eyes focused on your form as you excitedly look through everything. he has to physically hold himself back from falling over. you’re so, so, cute. he lives for that smile.

“rin, rin!” you wave your hand in front of his eyes, a small giggle escaping your lips at the dazed, or more like, lovestruck expression on his face. “are you listening?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning closer to him.

“of course.” he says quickly, feeling just a little ashamed for getting distracted. “…i’m sorry.” he says after a few moments. should he drop to his knees?

“don’t apologise.” you smile, cupping his cheeks and squishing them slightly. if you both weren’t so caught up loving each other, you could almost hear someone in the background.. something about.. ‘why can’t that be me?’ single people, these days.

“what were you saying?” rin prompts, nose scrunching slightly as you pinch at his cheek. he loves you more than anything, but this is a little embarrassing. he feels like a child. yet, he somehow likes it. maybe because it’s you.

“oh, right! have a look at this dress!”

and that’s how rin finds himself standing in the middle of yet another store, looking like a little boy who’s lost his mother after you ran off. he sighs fondly, eyes sparkling as he watches you look through a shelf. he doesn’t care about anything in this store. as far as he cares, all of it is just a bunch of little things that will bring you joy.

your dates are always fun, rin thinks. but he likes it when the two of you are together at home, too.

you’re curled against him, scrolling through tiktok with your head resting on his shoulder. yes, he loves this. even if he has no idea what the video you’re showing him is supposed to mean.

“your humour is interesting, love.” he mutters, nuzzling his nose against your hair. a playful jab watered down by his love for you.

your boyfriend, itoshi rin, loves you more than anything.

© me . pls pls don’t copy , steal , repost , translate , or do anything bad with my work and instead try and improve ur own skills ! ♡

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[staticgcne]

@siempreminta whispered a line !! 100 nonverbal prompts ( accepting! ) 07 reversed - receiver wraps their arms around a hysterical sender to calm them

     HE  COULD  HEAR  THE  SOUND  FROM  VERY  FAR  AWAY.  The tell - tale cues of distress,  so sweet as it was.  High pitched hysteria,  really.  Was it panic?  Fear?  A result of a nightmare,  perhaps?  He followed the sound with a perked up ear  &&  eager eyes.  He spotted her quickly in the relative dark of hotel lobby.

        ❛  Oh,  my.  What seems to be the problem?  Dove,  yes?   ❜

     She was newer to the hotel,  he believed.  A lost little soul,  certainly,  sweet in looks  &&  behavior both.  A soft little sigh left him as he put a lengthy arm around around her small frame.  An attempt at comfort,  maybe.

        ❛  Why are you out here alone like this?  ❜

Nosy,  curious,  whatever you liked to call it.  Opportunistic.

[condemnedsouls]

@radiiosugars requested a meeting! ; starter call ( always accepting! )

VOX had seen a device that did not bear his sigil. or brand, rather. it was not impossible, of course, but to see it in his own employee's hands? well, it did beg several questions, && it was not more than a few minutes after knowing that the device existed that it was confiscated entirely. it only took a strong look && single question to know that it was someone else's brand, && who's.

giggles.

a name he was not entirely unfamiliar with, but was so low on the list of important people to keep track of that vox needed to look into this. there was a memo sent out, informing the company that any devices bearing the overlord's signature be turned in for a brief scanning period. there were several by the end of the day, && he had made up his mind.

he needed to find them.

an attempt to get into the devices without certain permissions had been fruitless — impressive, really. painful, too, shredding through his circuitry && booting him right back out on instinct, for the sake of self - protection. fine. so he began a different sort of search, && eventually ended up exactly where he needed to be. luckily, the device itself appeared to be the key, so he showed it at the door && stepped inside.

fucking hell.

if he had never seen what the definition of visual overwhelm was, he certainly did now. it did not bother him, of course, a few settings adjusted to ensure he could see in the partial darkness if the lights had a long beat between flashes. he wandered the crowd, following the flow of it, trying to keep his gaze aware && widely checking for the perpetrator.

a - ha.

❝ well, well. i don't believe we've met. ❞

vox didn't bother with a larger introduction, placing himself as much in the way of the stranger as he could.

[voxxisms]

@xluciifer whispered a line ;; wanna interact ( always accepting! ) Starter!! Plot!!

AN INVITATION to a rather rare get - together of the sins themselves was far too difficult to turn down. if there was one thing that vox was good at, it was networking, presenting himself exactly so in order to gain an audience, to endear himself to those around him. plenty of research, plenty of planning, attention to every single little detail to ensure that he could be the best && most attractive version of himself that he had ever had the opportunity to present to anyone. the sins rarely came into pride, after all, certainly not more or less together, either. he needed to be pristine, perfect, the exact image of impeccable.

he was already exhausted, && he hadn't even been there for more than half an hour.

it was an overarching invitation to any overlord, && vox was far from the only person happy to jump at such a chance to work his magic. various powerful people in their primes, or at least here to enjoy themselves, were taking up the time of each other && the sins. vox had made a decently quick first round of introductions, bowing to each one deeply, appealing to what he knew of them. there was plenty to learn online about their preferences, the things they liked, he had a little gift tucked away for each of them, nothing too special, but far from stereotypical. they'd been covered by the press for as long as they existed, after all, && he could at least prove that he knew how to keep up with the latest information.

the building turned meeting hall had a long table of various foods out for any to grab during their stay, && considering that vox had at least another hour && a half to go before he could comfortably excuse himself to go home, he chose to stop by it, to examine the treats offered on display. meats, vegetables, various desserts ... he gravitated to the sweeter end of the spread, trying to pick between what appeared to be a sweet, thick custard && a lighter looking mousse in a cup. one of them had to be sweeter than the other, but it was hard to tell.

he was a little focused — he wanted to actually taste it, && oftentimes only the most extreme flavors came across — enough that he didn't appear to notice when another person approached nearby.

❝ could always pick both, i guess ... ? ❞

a soft set of words spoke aloud, finally making a determination not to pick at all.