#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.

[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

[poisonedspider]

D, J, O [ ABC's ]

D. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they'd want to make it come true.

"Well shit, Al. After th' scene ah' walked in on in yeh' room, ah' think it's obvious what ah've had a wet dream about. That tentacle shit is pretty hot, especially knowing they've got minds of their own. Wouldn't mind bein' stuffed on both ends and taken advantage of by those things while yeh' just watch yeh' shadows have fun and touch yeh'self. Would ah' want it t' happen? Of fuckin' course ah' would, do yeh' even know me?"

J. Do they own any sexy jewelry?

"Ha, well, ah' certainly own plenty a' collars. Ain't sure if that counts, but ah'd say they're accessories so ah'm gonna count them. Otherwise, surprisingly no. Thought about gettin' a belly button ring, or a tongue piercing, but it can be hard in th' industry. Get handled roughly, wouldn't want it t' rip out during filming."

O. What time do they usually have sex? Are they in a rush or do they take their time?

"....every time of th' day, it's literally my damn job. If ah'm with a partner though, guess it depends. Are we makin' love and bein' cute and sappy, or are they bendin' me over and fuckin' me f' a quicky? Ah' like both. All. Any. Always."

[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!

[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!

[perditicn]

From ;; Type Bingo // Currently Accepting

        “ I have to wonder why you decided to fill this out in the first place. To be petty? To piss me off? To amuse yourself? To just be your normal jackass self? Who knows, but at least you only got one bingo. Would have been better of it was none but apparently I can't be so blessed. ”

        “ And why did you scribble ' criminal ' over the free space? Are you trying to imply I'm a criminal? Because if you are that's pretty rich coming from you of all people. ”

[firstwcman]

@arcanepactguile asked, L, N, W [ NSFW alphabet ]

⛧ — nsfw alphabet .

L. Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the beach. It's on a beach where she lost her virginity and it's on a beach where she still loves to get intimate, be it in the sand or in the water - both are perfect. A little magic keeps the sand from getting into uncomfortable places, not to worry. The sound of the water washing onto the shore brings back memories that drive her wild.

In the garden. Stealing away into private sections of the royal garden, the gazebo, in the hedge maze, or even at the heart with the fountain and on the benches, surrounded by the flowers and vibrant colors. It's romantic.

In the throne room. There's something very sensual about doing it in their thrones that makes Lilith chuckle, and something so attractive about watching his hands dig into the black coils of his arm rest while the eyes embedded into the throne itself glaze over.

The bedroom. Cliche, perhaps? But what can she say? Lilith loves the comfort of the boudoir and the mirrors she has implemented around the bed, and the ropes enchanted into the posts.

N. No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anal. She will happily peg and loves to do so, but she is not taking it, personally. ❌

W. Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves clone orgies. Lilith is fully capable of making duplicates of herself with a handy spell she always has in the arsenal, and she's able to make facets from her shadow as well. He's able to do so in a blink. Wonderful way to spend an evening when they got the time. ♡

[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."

[hells-musing-along]

INFERNAL BINGO

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 — 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 // 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

Lilith bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a chuckle at his reaction to the piece of paper. She turned slightly away, giving him a moment to himself, but his mistrust towards her was unmistakable. Why continue this conversation if he clearly hated being there?

Ah, yes, she was the Queen of Hell. People had no choice but to endure her presence—or face the supposed consequences. It left a bitter taste in her mouth nonetheless. She anticipated he would leave, to vanish from this nonsensical meeting, but instead, he had questions.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. Damn, she needed to come up with an answer. "Why not?" she countered simply, aware it was a weak response. It wasn't a change of heart, but rather a curiosity about her constituents… and perhaps loneliness played a role in it.

“It would be beneficial for us to get to know each other better, but as I said earlier, the decision is yours. I’m merely returning the favor of filling out this card… You can interpret the results as you see fit.” Unfortunately, she did answer the card honestly, which may be the downfall of this situation. 

"Seriously, Alastor..." she waved her hand dismissively, her lilac-hued glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. "Do you even want to be here? I doubt these results mean anything."

[angie-long-legs]

“it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.”

The voice from the doorway snapped Angel out of his pity party, springing upright to meet the eye of the intruder who had caught him at such a vulnerable moment. It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of a full-on sobbing breakdown, but the events of the night had unfolded as such that there was no other possible outcome. All other strategies had been exhausted: drugs, booze, casual sex, rinse and repeat. And still, it wasn't enough to bury it. No amount of dirt and filth would keep it from crawling into his consciousness - no matter how Angel tried to abandon the pain, it tracked him down with a vengeance. It devoured him.

And so, he had sought comfort of the carnal kind, playing out a kinky fantasy of his with his newly-adopted partner, the Radio Demon himself. And it had worked: it had helped him forget, given him that rush he needed, that catharsis... things were better.

And then they weren't.

The moment their play was over, Angel had retired to his bedroom. After all, what more could Alastor offer him? He'd been willing to indulge the spider in his erotic roleplay. They had both had their fun, and now it was over. Before the Overlord had a chance to ask Angel exactly why he wasn't sticking around for pillow-talk, he had been out of the door without a word. Collapsing in a heap on his bed, the porn star had finally felt able to cry, chest heaving with the ragged gulps and gasps that came tearing out as he succumbed to the ache of everything.

But, apparently, Alastor was not so easily deterred.

The stag himself was standing in Angel's doorway, smile intact, his expression as unreadable as it ever was.

"'M not cryin'," Angel mumbled uselessly, more than aware that there was not a chance in hell of the stag actually believing him. He was unsure exactly how long he had been curled up on the bed, bawling his eyes out, but it was long enough that he could feel his face had become swollen and streaked with tears. "'M just... tired, okay? Some of us down here actually sleep, ya know."

[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."

[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!!

[angelsandemons]

"I never expected to have so much in common with a Sinner."