#arcanepactguile

[visage-of-hell]

(Continued from here with @arcanepactguile:

Oh, the hellhound had no intention of stopping anytime soon, the flat surface of that pale azure tongue dragging hot and wet up his skin as she traced the line of his pulse. Only when she arrived at the sharp edge of his jawline did that tongue retreat, only to be replaced by the hard points of lupine teeth raking ever so lightly. The Overlord wouldn't be so cruel as to mar that handsome face of his ... not when there were so many other choice locations to mark with the evidence of these forbidden dalliances.

Clawed fingers trailed down the bare flesh revealed by the unbuttoned shirt as her hips gave a self-indulgent grind against him. Her jacket already lay on the floor somewhere in the room, the form-hugging crop top she wore still leaving a plethora of bare fur for hungry hands to roam over, if they were so inclined. The dark jeans she wore did little to hold back the moist heat between her thighs that she now pressed with purpose into his groin. The length of decorative metal chain that hung from her thick leather collar would be cool against his skin, standing in stark contrast to the weighted warmth of her form atop him. That fanged maw continued to rove back down Alastor's exposed neck, leaving a trail of love bites and teasing licks in her wake as she traveled further and further down. Teeth and tongue ghosted across his collar bone ... and then lower to his chest. A small shudder of anticipation gave a shaky edge to her heavy eager breathing as she pressed a heated kiss right against the dead center of his chest. She needed more--more flesh, more contact, more of him. Impatiently, those same claws then moved with purpose to the buckle of the Radio Demon's belt and began to work it open.

[poisonedspider]

Continued for @arcanepactguile

Angel Dust had been staring at the ceiling for far too long, headphones on as he attempted to blare music to override his even louder thoughts. Ever since getting sober (well, mostly sober) for the sake of Charlie and redemption, sleeping had been quite the struggle. Angel was used to either getting high on things like marijuana to actually get him to sleep, or getting high on things like cocaine to keep him awake all night. Insomnia had struck miserably with sobriety, along with the nightmares from trauma.

It had to be close to two in the morning at this point, the hotel incredibly still in its silence as the rest of the patrons slumbered. Fat Nuggets was curled up on Angel's stomach, tossing this way and that, frustrated that his mom just wouldn't fucking go to bed. The spider gently picked him up, setting him on his plush pet bed he had gotten for the hellpig, stretching arms over his head. There was no use trying to sleep if it was just going to make him more irritable that he couldn't.

He knew that Husk was already in bed for the night, taking the sleep he could when Alastor wasn't breathing down his neck to work at the bar. So he couldn't even go down to the lobby and distract himself with a drink. Well, he could, but the empty silence of being alone would drive him equally insane. His fingers tapped along the comforter of his bed, before he blinked with the idea - there was certainly one sinner in the hotel that he knew never seemed to sleep.

Putting on a pair of fluffy knee high socks to hide the feet he never displayed publicly, tugging on an oversized hoodie to hide the small crop top he was wearing to sleep in an attempt to be decent. The hoodie basically made him look naked in how it hid the small pajama shorts he was wearing, but he had worn much less on the daily, so he tossed his headphones aside and headed out into the hotel to attempt to find the Radio Demon.

After being unable to find him, not even in his radio tower, Angel Dust found there was only one other place to look - his room. It wasn't a place he knew that Al went often, and it wasn't a place that Angel felt he was allowed to even be, but he also new the door was unlocked. Most of theirs always were, just in case. He had rapped his knuckles on the door, just as a fair warning, before opening up into the deer's room.

He had been expecting to find Alastor doing something boring like reading, or something ridiculously creepy like voodoo magic. What he hadn't expected was - "Holy fuckin' shit." He cupped a hand quickly over his mouth, because while it seemed like there was plenty of action happening in the other's bed, it appeared that Alastor was sound asleep. The spider instantly knew that this was something he should never have walked in on, stepping back to try and get out of there before Al realized he had been in there, shock causing him to spin and hit his head on the door frame with a - "Ouch! You mother fuckin' stupid piece of shit fuckin' door."

[hells-musing-along]

@arcanepactguile sent 27: [ LAUGH ] from Mystery Prompts: Sinday Action Edition

“Your lips would look better on mine.”

An elegant eyebrow arched with great interest at the unexpected comment, followed by laughter echoing through the small space. It was absurd for him to make such a remark, given his position—on his knees with ropes holding his arms stretched tightly above. His shirt was long abandoned, while his trousers hung loosely around the thighs.

The Queen of Hell slowly circled the Radio Demon, her eyes hungrily taking in the sight of her pet. The tip of her riding crop trailed along his exposed skin as she quietly debated what to do with his comment.

From the start, she had set an unspoken rule for their encounters: no kissing. It was too intimate, too vulnerable. She wanted to keep their connection confined to pure physical need without letting it evolve into something deeper. 

Yet, she couldn't deny that she had imagined what it might be like. The temptation lingered, her lips tingling with the unspoken question. Curiosity tugged at her mind, urging her to imagine the moment. What could it hurt? After all, it was just a kiss.

“What a corny line…” she murmured, her heart pounding as she hesitated, breathless. "But... I'll indulge." Her fingers gently covered his eyes, and then, with a longing she could no longer deny, her lips grazed his before pressing down. The kiss began slow and tender, a kiss meant for lovers who knew they shouldn't be, then dissolved into a fierce, hungry passion. 

Her chest ached, knowing this moment would unravel all the barriers she had so carefully constructed around him.

[angie-long-legs]

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

munday questions !

☯️ - yes, I'm a very forgiving person. I will give a lot of chances before I put my foot down. I rarely block, I've only broken a mutualship/friendship once in my entire time here. unlike angel, I am very conflict-averse, which is part of it, but I also just want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.

☘️ - this is such a boring answer, but it is absolutely just how much I enjoy their writing! if I come across someone's blog and their writing appeals to me, or I feel as though their style and portrayal would click with my own, that's what really appeals to me!

[originemesis]

🥃 + What do you miss the most from Eden?

Just swirls the drink in his glass by the tense tips of his talons around until it makes a little sweet and sour mix cyclone. Then down the hatch it goes- followed by a few fist to chest knocking coughs.

"I thought we were doing shots here- so why's this shit taste like Pete farted in a cup?" Was that glitter residue at the bottom, too??

Yuckeroni.

[mothvalentino]

📱

SEND 📱 TO SEE HOW MY MUSE HAS YOURS IN THEIR PHONE!

((click the image for better quality~))

ring tone for Alastor: Madds Buckley- The Red Means I Love You

[voxxisms]

📃

If you slip in a little 📃 I will discuss one scenario that had been living in my head rent free ( accepting! )

i'm have this kinda specific thought of vox being someone's like, hell creation rather than a sinner?? like. imagine he was created by someone, literally anyone in hell, thinking he's a full person. built with maybe memories of a human life that never actually existed or was someone else entirely. the writing partner's muse finding out that he isnt a real person, having to break the news. or navigate the fact that he just ... isn't someone??

he's a tech demon, it makes so much sense. it really feels like more of an all encompassing verse but still i really like the concept, or even your character being the creator if someone wants.

[gctchell]

Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? [ Mun meme ]

the mun's interpretation // accepting

Niffty: So-so. It's pretty "what you see is what you get" since she's not given too much to run with and the fandom is running with that. Haven't seen much I disagree with outside of the her genuinely pursuing Valentino in a sexual manner ordeal.

edit: ACTUALLY I covered it in the ask with angelichooves, but.. treating her like a child when she is a full grown woman. That counts.

Lilith: Nope! They are going very, very hard on the villain idea and I am just not for it.

Stella: Really not a fan of the "Stella will put Octavia's life on the line to get what she wants" stuff when we haven't even seen them interact yet.

Carmilla: Haven't seen much about her to digress just yet!

[hellsgreatestperformance]

@arcanepactguile

「🕸️The Radio Demon...An infamous name known among the demon's residing in the Pride Ring. For all he knew, the name carried itself among the other rings of hell. Being a guest on one of his broadcasts was far from an honor unless you craved the sadistic freak making an example of you. When it was revealed this guy was the sole reason fore the disappearance of various Overlords, his grandfather made him a priority. Who exactly was the Radio Demon? Did he have any weaknesses beneath that seemingly thick skin? Could they be rid of him? Or possibly persuade him to form some sort of alliance with their family? And the one responsible for finding answers to these questions was none other than Angel himself. Fuck, he swore if he heard the old bastard call him Anthony one more time...

Since his grandfather's death, apparently the old man sought out any of their family that descended the soil to rebuild his empire in this new land. A deal was struck with Carmilla in order to supply their family with sufficient weaponry. And by the time Angel arrived, his grandfather had already accumulated contracts with various demons. Half their goons were those sorry down on their luck dumbasses that were willing to sell their soul. All they became were pawns for an Overlord's benefit. And now the old man was terrified this so called ' Overlord Slayer ' was gonna make him his next victim. Angel kept it secret how delightful that outcome could be to avoid any repercussions of the verbal or physical kind. So maybe spying on this guy would actually be beneficial to himself. It meant venturing outside the estate into the flames of the city that had screams resonating left and right, but it still meant being away from the family that had made him feel depressed.

Mafia attire hardly made sufficient camouflage. In order to blend in better with the public he found an old pair of jeans ( which he loathed ) and a sweater. None of this was his style, but his comforts hardly mattered when it came to accomplishing his mission. A few necessities were tucked away in his pockets, as well as a tiny notebook and pen for surveilling. Anything and everything this demon did would be recorded with dates and timestamps. Maybe this actually wouldn't be all that difficult. Maybe for once he would return to the estate and be complimented on successfully proving his worth. Fingers firmly, absentmindedly, grip the fabric of his sweater as he softly smiles at the potential, but it quickly subsides as he makes his way into the heat of the outdoors.

Sometimes he missed the night sky and the cool breeze that gently kissed your cheeks. A beautiful sight he had taken for granted years ago. One he would give anything to see once more if given the chance. But his focus had to remain on his mission: find the guy, record what he did, and report back until his grandfather was satisfied with his findings. But where would he actually find him? If he went directly to his broadcasting place, if he even knew where it was, then it would easily give him away. He'd likely be questioned and, yeah, he was a good bullshitter, but it meant the demon would see his face and possibly remember it.

The spider wandered along the streets, only halting his search to grab a bite to eat. The search commenced shortly afterwards. Hours passed and his feet were starting to ache. Shit, why was this so hard? Did he need to go somewhere else? But where? At this rate he'd be venturing all over Pride just to find ONE GUY! But, wait...was that? The Radio Demon had ears like that, yes? And he carried a staff about, right? His eyes lit up as he believed he had found his target. But now wasn't the time to celebrate. He acquired his pad and pen and kept a bit of distance from the man.

This was the first time in years his grandfather trusted him with something of such importance. He could have sent Arakniss to play detective, yet he specifically said he wanted him. Was this, perhaps, a test? He could ponder the options all day and still never understand why he was chosen. Even though a tiny voice in the back of his mind wandered if it was because compared top his brother he was disposable if the demon decided to broadcast his screams. All he knew was that he couldn't fuck this up. He flipped the cover of the pad and jotted down the time and date of discovery. 」

[chasingrainbcws]

@arcanepactguile sent: 💬 + "Lucifer's never sent you one of his 'duck' abominations, while he was... Away... not a single one." ↪ rumor has it // accepting !

It was in his nature to poke and prod at healing wounds; he wished to see them bleed, to draw out the suffering. It doesn't surprise her that he should taunt her about such a thing... but it does upset her, as much as she tries to mask it. What hurts is that the rumor is true; during his self-imposed isolation and detachment from his daughter, the only time he'd ever contacted her was with reluctance --------- when he needed something, such as the request for her to meet with Adam regarding the upcoming Extermination, likely and selfishly because he simply didn't want to deal with the obnoxious prick. She hadn't received any calls, letters... birthday gifts --- not even a silly little rubber duck.

❝ ... --- No. He was... busy. ❞

[visage-of-hell]

(Continued from here with @arcanepactguile: Thankfully most nights, sleep came relatively easy--especially if Visage had done a fine enough job of distracting herself with all the usual vices. And oh, had she indulged earlier than evening. Somehow, though ... even through the haze of uppers and downers floating through her system, the she-wolf had known it wouldn't be enough this time. Not this time. Not while she could still remember what day it was. No sooner had sleep claimed her than familiar images began to reply themselves in the theater of her mind. Things she would have given just about anything to forget. The feel of gravel digging into her knees ... the cold steel of the Exorcist blade pressed to her throat ... the sight of a winged lapine demon held in the exact same position mere feet away. "Dhallia!" She can feel the panicked name tearing free from her throat as raw and and painful as the day it happened. Just as before, she struggles against an unyielding grasp she can't escape. Just as before ... she's powerless to stop what comes next. Tears well up in the rabbit's eyes as she stares pleadingly back at Visage. "Vizzy, please...! Don't--" A spray of blood arcs through the air seconds before the head is fully freed from the neck. It happens in an instant, but it feels like time slows to a crawl as it falls in a cascade of long black curls and pouring crimson. Like every time before, the thud of her lover's head hitting the ground is what finally jolts her awake with a ragged gasp. Sitting upright in bed, Visage's wide tear-streaked eyes darted around the darkened room as her own heartbeat hammered in her ears. It took her several moments to realize that the bed sheets were balled up into her fists, which she slowly released with trembling hands. She almost entirely forgot about the presence of the Radio Demon until the mattress shifted as he sat down. Deep down, she had hoped Alastor being there would somehow stave away the wretched memories that always resurfaced with a vengeance whenever Dhallia's birthday came around--as though his presence, alone, could scour the pain from her heart, if only for a day. Foolish. Sentimental. Disgusting. Anger intermingled with that lingering grief as the vividness of the nightmare slowly subsided. The hellhound's head dropped with a frustrated sigh. ".....Somethin' like that. It's complicated."

[poisonedspider]

]how do you want me?" [ sinday ] for @arcanepactguile

A question he wasn't used to being on the receiving end of. Normally, if it wasn't obvious, he was the one asking this question. In a way, he was a little bit stunned. A little bit uncertain. Which said a lot, coming from Angel Dust, who was probably the most obnoxiously sure of himself person in Hell - especially when it came to sex. He just didn't know what Alastor was expecting of him, what the Radio Demon himself would possibly want when it came to famous porn star Angel Dust. He had been sitting on his bed, having invited Alastor into his room. That alone was a feat in and of itself, as he didn't allow many people into that personal space. It was the one place that he could be vulnerable. The one place he could come home from work and cry freely while cradling Fat Nuggets in his arms, letting the world fall apart around him and not having to think about how miserable everything was on the other side of the door. So for Alastor to be in here now meant that Angel was vulnerable as well. Long legs crossed, still wearing his heeled boots, but otherwise dressed incredibly down. A long turtle neck sweater with pink and red hearts emblazoned on it, a pair of black jeans. Much more covered than most people saw him - the irony that normally it was the opposite with most. Safety meant he could be himself. So he knew that Alastor wouldn't mind at all that Angel might be struggling a bit with the question. It meant that he wasn't jumping straight into his fake persona to appease anyone.

"Let me just….get this straight. Or, uh, well, y'know." He's chuckling under his breath, because this was probably the furthest from straight situation. "Yeh' askin' me….how ah' want you." Blinking mismatched hues. "Does….does this mean yeh' me t' top? Because ah' ain't very…good at that." He stressed, as if that wasn't obvious from all his porn videos for almost forty years. "Or are yeh' just like…askin' me mah' favorite position? Because those'll be different answers."

[angie-long-legs]

🐻 [ duck & cover eNgAGED ]

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

//NOOOO I'm not scary!! This is me irl

[letsstaytuned]

🖊 — any tattoos?

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?

MUNDAY  ASKS !

🖊 — any tattoos?

No, no tattoos.

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

Yes! I draw mostly fanart and also I love video games <3

📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?

My favorite TV show is Community. It's so fun and yet has multiple levels. It's definitely one I can rewatch again and again.

I also really love Good Omens, Helluva Boss, and Seinfeld. Oh yeah I also watch Below Deck. It's the one ongoing show that I watch. I prefer things to be finished so I can binge watch them!

[mothvalentino]

"I see you're busy"

SEND “I SEE YOU’RE BUSY” FOR YOUR MUSE TO WALK IN ON MINE MASTURBATING

The perverted scene playing out in his mind is so vivid that Val doesn't notice the door opening. In his head, his hips are pounding, rough slams laying claim to a voluptuous body from behind. Asserting complete control with ravishing dominance, just the way he likes.

He's kneeling on his mattress, one hand supporting his balance against the headboard while another pleasures himself with quick strokes. Only when he hears a familiar voice does his head snap up, eyes growing wide as he stares at the doorway opposite his bed.

Fucking hell, is there no privacy in this damn hotel? And of all people... why does it have to be Alastor?

Usually, Val has no problem being caught with his pants down. But circumstances are much different now than they were when he ran a porn studio and pimped out souls. What's even worse is that he can't look away nor bring himself to stop, having been so freaking close to his first orgasm in days. He craves that blissful release with every fiber of his being.

[voxxisms]

💅🏼 What's your aesthetic?

🐸 Something that makes you smile for fandom reasons?

@arcanepactguile whispered a line !! In Depth and Personal Munday meme ( accepting! ) answered the aesthetic question here, so answering the other!

oh man, there's so much about this fandom that makes me smile! as far as im concerned && in my experience, the amount of ooc love really warms my heart! my friend's birthday was recently && so many went out of their way to wish them a good one, every now && then little memes about sending hearts to blogs you like go around && you get flooded, && it's just so welcoming here in my opinion. if you wanna talk about non rpc things, i just really love seeing all the art of everything! i've grown to really love rare ship / crack ship stuff solely because of super cool art, && i love when people share a bunch on dash too because i get the opportunity to scream into the void about it. i don't know if thats what this question meant, but that's my answer anyway!!