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[baphomet-slumber-queen]

[Closed Starter for @arcanepactguile ]

As a Sin that preferred to lay in a dimly lit or dark room than do paperwork; she was quite fond of the radio. Music played through the device always seemed to amuse her. She could be entertained even with her eyes closed!

Though the music played was wonderful, it wasn't until she caught a foggy signal from the Pride Ring to hear a rather enthusiastic radio host that she truly paid close attention to the station she was tuned into.

It took her a few days to figure out that the Sinner's name was Alastor, and he was a deer Radio Demon. This new found information gave the fatigued Sin something to look forward to. She hadn't been this excited since Princess Charlie was born.

She absolutely needed to have an audience with him. Waving a hand to her assistant, Bethany, and asked the paralysis demon to write a letter inviting the Radio Demon to Sloth. Once the letter was put together, Belphegor lazily scribbled her signature on the request before it was sent up to Pride. A pixie imp in a white and pink cloak guides beside him.

He would feel a light tap on his shoulder, an imp from Sloth wearing a small pink candle on his head.

"Heeey Mister! You wouldn't happen to be the Radio Demon, would you?"

[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]

[ TABOO ] 😈 from @arcanepactguile

When it came to the world of sex, individuals would not be remotely surprised that Angel Dust had practically done it all. Even the things he hadn't liked to do, because for whatever reason, Valentino liked to find the absolute weirdest kinks and attempt to sell them. There's a kink for everyone. He knew that his pimp wasn't into the dull and vanilla, and quite frankly, neither was Angel. It was how him and Val had gotten along so well at first.

He hadn't quite known where Alastor's level of kinkiness lay, especially since up until their recent escapades with one another and their exploration of each other's bodies, he had been convinced that the man was, as Rosie had put it - an ace in the hole. But over time, Angel had recognized that Alastor was a lot kinkier than he would ever have believed, so trying to think of something that would be new and enjoyable for them both was a challenge.

While there wasn't a lot that he knew about Alastor's preferences, there was one thing he knew with certainty. And it had been one category that Angel had never dabbled in himself. It wasn't like he wasn't willing to try anything at least once - he remembered distinctly that he had told Valentino once that piss and shit were literally off the table, but if he was being honest with himself, if the person he cared about asked him? He'd probably cave.

Thankfully, that was a kink that seemed far off from either of them. However the thing he was thinking about had been on his list of pretty much no gos - until now. He knew that Alastor liked a certain thing, and in his attempt to make the Radio Demon happy, he was willing to push himself. If he wasn't happy? That's what safe words were for.

Which was why he was sitting cross-legged on Alastor's bed, after having told the other that he had had a thought. "Ah' want yeh' t' eat me." A pause, holding up his hands. "And not like, eat my pussy or anythin' - though we both know ah' love that, but. Yeh' know, feed into yeh' cannibal side a bit. No pun intended." He laughed, clearly a bit nervous at the concept he had just brought up, wringing his hands together slightly.

"Not sure how it'd work, it ain't like ah' want yeh' t' just...break off a finga' or nothin'. Ah'm into pain but there's still a limit." Scrunching his face up in thought, before eyes widened. "Oh! Maybe we could do like...hematolagnia. Yeh' know, cut some places, drink some blood. Would yeh' even like that? Ah'm just pullin' things outta' my ass right now, but if yeh' like t' eat people and that makes yeh' feel good...ah' figured...doin' that sorta thing durin' sex would feel double good...yeah?"

[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. 」

[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!

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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!

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

||🐑 ~ @arcanepactguile ||

Stirring from her rest, a sleepy smile crept over her lips. It warmed her heart to know her favorite Sinner was close by; safe from the spears of merciless angels who slaughtered Sinners without blinking. He was right here, close to her arms.

She dared any angel to pass through all of the other Seven Rings to reach her realm. A protective arm wraps around him as she bumps her nose against his head.

He was her demon, and she would ensure that nothing bad would happen to him. At his inquiry, she hummed softly.

"I think..I'd like to have more time to test a few vaccines and sleeping pills on you, if I may? Your biology is fascinating. The more I know about you, the more I can do to give Sinners top side a chance to change some of their bad habits."

A soft yawn was displayed, her eyes dropping a bit, her mind fading in and out of sleep.

"I wish I could help the Princess with her hotel, but I would hate to intrude. Redemption is her thing. If she wants a therapist from Sloth up there, I will wait for her to ask herself. In the meantime... I will find medical ways to help those in Pride.."

[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]

Angel was always a little bit wary of presents, considering how often in the past they had been used to buy off his affections and keep him ensnared. But he didn't feel like Alastor would have a reason for that, and besides, Angel had been the first one to provide a gift for Sinsmas. It was just a return gift, that was all. Right?

Curious as to what Alastor would possibly get him, Angel sat cross-legged on his bed, Nuggets sniffing the package. Ripping it open a bit too enthusiastically, opening the box and holding up the - "Oh! Ohhhhh." His grin was wide. Oh fuck yeah, he was putting this on right now. And he was going to go and strut around and wear it in the lobby because he had no shame.

[hellsgreatestperformance]

@arcanepactguile from { x }

「🕸️Celebrating the New Year with the Radio Demon of all sinners was an evening he'd anticipated since the invite. A bit of bubbly and conversation with a warm, cozy fire beat frying his brain cells with an excessive amount of alcohol, and waking up who the fuck knows where the next morning.

His fingers trailed along the buck's back, and he found it adorable how the demon practically used him as a body pillow. He was hardly complaining, relishing in the warmth that emitted from his body. When the other moved, he frowned, assuming Alastor was getting up. After a few drinks, the potential distance would make the spider whine. However, his thoughts were incorrect.

The abrupt kiss caused his eyes to briefly widen before he slightly parted his lips to press further in. The taste of alcohol was a reminder that, oddly enough, most of their latest encounters involved indulging in that vice. His cheeks dusted a faint pink, and a soft moan was elicited in response to the sensitive spots being teased.

❝ Happy New Year's, Smiles. Ya 'no, yer tail's fuckin' adorable. What's stopin' me from touchin' it? ❞ He teased. He raises his index finger to gently slide it along the other's bottom lip. ❝ If ya wanna that bad, I ain't gonna say no. But I got a condition, Smiles~ I get ta leave in yer shirt afta'. ❞ 」

[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

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

3, 2, 1... (lucifer)

@arcanepactguile

Send "3, 2, 1..." for a New Year's kiss from my muse. / Accepting

「 🍎After all of the excitement from the Sinsmas party his precious duckling had thrown for the residents, it was time to take down the decorations. Magically doing so was a luxury and moved the process along faster. However, banter between the radio sinner and him became common, more so, after he moved into the hotel. He felt the buck was constantly challenging him, attempting to grate on his nerves. And the only thing that kept him from squishing the sinner beneath his boot was his dear, sweet Charlie.

Alastor had taken the liberty to assist Charlie in her endeavors. The reasons were unknown, and though he was grateful, in a way, that someone had been there to aid her, he still found it difficult to trust him. After all, he was a sinner. They were down here for their misdeeds, and he doubted most would ever be grateful. He preferred the hellborn. His own creations.

But, alas, he was stuck here with them. Well, some of the residents in the hotel he had grown to actually like. However, Alastor wasn't included in that. Not yet. And right now he was sure the sinner had challenged him to not use his magic and take down the banner with his own two hands. Fine! Lucifer rolled up his sleeves and used the ladder provided. And it was going smoothly until the hotel's maid discovered an interesting bug that demanded to be chased.

Rocking the ladder back and forth, he gripped it. ❝ Would you mind not- ❞ But his words fell on deaf ears. He wasn't upset with her. After all, he was sure she wasn't purposely trying to knock him down. Seeing that smirk on Alastor's face made him glare. ❝ You think this is funny, Alacard...? ❞ But after a few more knocks, the ladder tipped. Since the universe was clearly against him, the direction he descended was towards the Radio Demon.

And to make matters worse, their lips smacked together in an undesirable kiss. And with it being in the lobby, the hotel's maid and bartender likely witnessed the whole event. Despite Alastor's lips being warm, the King quickly created a bit of distance between them and immediately wiped his own lips on his sleeve. His cane moved to poke the guy's side.

❝ Let's agree never to do that again, shall we? ❞ He'd loathe giving Charlie the wrong idea. 」