#breathe angels and airwaves

[illkeepyourbrittleheartwarm]

Listening to songs for the first time in years because the person I associated them with is back in my life and it doesn't hurt anymore as a result is wonderful

[burninglightsonthestreet]

HERE AGAIN!!!!!!!

[jaybateman]

My hands shake clasped with fear as you come near

To say goodnight just like a dove

A peaceful sign

To help us by as you come in

Let this begin

Stars fall like dust our lips will touch

We speak too much..

[dewdropdinosaur]

HEADCANON: READER DEFENDS THE HOTEL

ALASTOR, HUSK, ANGEL DUST x READER Summary: The Reader is a bouncer at the hotel and defends it from intruders. Warnings: Cussing and implied violence. I can't remember who requested this, please comment and I'll tag you!

ALASTOR:

The Hazbin Hotel was typically bustling with its usual chaotic energy, but tonight, Alastor was enjoying a rare moment of solitude in his radio studio. The crackling vinyl records and his own smooth voice filled the airwaves as he spun tales and melodies from another era.

Suddenly, the tranquility shattered with the sound of breaking glass and frantic shouts. Alastor's grin widened as he sensed an opportunity for some devilish entertainment. He emerged from his studio, floating down the hallways with an eerie grace.In the lobby, chaos bounced off every wall. A figure clad in shadows and armed with a gleaming blade charged and stabbed at residents, who scrambled for cover amidst shrieks and curses. Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with delight at the unexpected spectacle.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Alastor purred, his voice carrying a sinister edge that sent a chill down the intruder's spine.

Y/N the Hazbin Hotel's enigmatic bouncer known for their stoic demeanor, intercepted the assailant with a swift, unexpected move. Their grip was firm and practiced, effortlessly disarming the intruder and pinning them to the ground with an almost casual ease.

"Naughty, naughty," Alastor chuckled, his grin widening as he floated closer to inspect the commotion. "Seems like we have an uninvited guest causing a ruckus."

The intruder struggled against the Y/N’s hold, but their efforts were in vain against the bouncer's superior strength and skill. Alastor's radio microphone appeared in his hand as if conjured from thin air, amplifying his voice as he addressed the stunned guests.

"Fear not, dear listeners! Our resident bouncer has the situation well in hand," Alastor announced with theatrical flair, his tone ringing out with both menace and amusement.

The residents watched in awe and relief as the intruder was swiftly subdued and escorted away by Y/N. Alastor's eerie chuckle echoed through the lobby, blending with the grateful murmurs of the guests.

As the chaos settled, Alastor turned to the male reader with a glint of approval in his eyes. "Well done, my dear. You've earned yourself quite the applause tonight."

"You were simply marvelous, darling," Alastor chimed in, his voice a melodic blend of approval and amusement. "Quite the performer, if I do say so myself."

Y/N snickered lightly, his gaze flickering to Alastor's unnerving grin. "Just doing what needs to be done, Al.”

"Indeed," Alastor replied, his gaze lingering on the bouncer with a knowing glint. "But not everyone possesses your... flair for the dramatic."

Y/N accepted the praise with a humble nod, the stoic facade softening ever so slightly amidst Alastor’s comment. “I’ll keep in mind to put on a show for you next time then.”

“My dear, I dearly look foward to it.” 

HUSK:

The Hazbin Hotel's bar was unusually quiet tonight, which suited Husk just fine. He lounged behind the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey and flipping through a deck of cards. His sharp eyes watched the room lazily, ever-ready for any disturbances. Suddenly, chaos erupted in the lobby. Husk's ears perked up at the sound of crashing glass and panicked shouts. With a grumble, he set aside his cards and sauntered out from behind the bar, tail flicking irritably.

In the midst of the commotion stood Y/N the Hazbin Hotel's bouncer known for his no-nonsense attitude and quick reflexes. The intruder, a drunk swinging around a bat with one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other, ran towards Charlie and Sir Pentious. 

"Hell's bells," Husk muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles with a grim determination. He wasn't one to jump into action unless absolutely necessary, but this was pushing it.

With surprising agility for someone perpetually half-drunk, Husk lunged forward and intercepted the intruder just as they lunged towards a frightened Charlie. His claws flashed in the dim light as he delivered a swift, incapacitating blow that sent the assailant reeling.

"Back off, buddy," Husk growled, his voice low and dangerous as he pinned the intruder to the ground. The guests stared in awe, some retreating to safety while others watched in stunned silence.

The Y/N nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze briefly meeting Husk's with a flicker of gratitude. Together, they kept the intruder restrained until the hotel's security team arrived to take over.

In the aftermath of the incident, the Hazbin Hotel's lounge buzzed with a mixture of relief and lingering tension. Husk returned to his usual spot behind the bar, pouring himself another drink with a shake of his head.

Husk grunted nonchalantly from behind the bar, sipping his drink as he listened to the commotion. He glanced over at Y/N with a rare hint of approval in his eyes. "Not bad, kid. Maybe you're not entirely useless around here."

Y/N chuckled, accepting the praise with a  nod. He glanced at Husk with a faint smile, silently acknowledging the grizzled bartender's unexpected approval.

As the conversation continued, filled with laughter and shared relief, Husk allowed himself a rare moment of camaraderie with the others. In the Hazbin Hotel, amidst demons and misfits, he had found a peculiar sense of belonging that he grudgingly cherished.

ANGEL DUST:

It was a quiet evening at the Hazbin Hotel, or as quiet as it could get in Hell with the constant bar and club scene that made up the main drag. Y/N, the hotel’s bouncer, was lounging in the lobby after the bar had just closed down. After the battle with Heaven, Charlie found it important to bring on extra secuirty and Y/N jumped at the chance for free housing and good pay. Their keen eyes scanned the lobby, ensuring all was in order.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the entrance. A cloaked figure burst through the doors, wielding a jagged heavenly blade and shouting obscenities. Panic spread among the residents as the intruder made a beeline towards Angel Dust.Without hesitation, Y/N sprang into action. Years of training kicked in, muscles tensing as they intercepted the assailant with a swift, well-aimed tackle. They crashed into a nearby pillar, the impact echoing through the lobby.

"Get back!" Y/N shouted, pinning the intruder down with practiced ease. The residents gasped in awe and relief, some retreating to safety while others watched in stunned silence.

The intruder struggled against Y/N’s grip, thrashing wildly. But Y/N held firm, focus unwavering as he restrained the assailant until the intruder passed out. 

In the aftermath of the incident, Y/N found himself in the hotel's lounge, nursing a drink amid the lingering buzz of adrenaline. Angel Dust slinked foward, leaning over a couch cushion, face near Y/N’s. 

The Y?n chuckled modestly, rubbing the back of their neck. “You here to praise me too? Gosh, I am just doing my job, folks. It’s what I am paid to do and anyone else would’ve done the same.”

"But not everyone did. You're a real hero, ya know? Gotta give credit where it's due."

The Y/N nodded gratefully, appreciating the unexpected praise from the usually irreverent spider demon. “Thanks…Angel. Means a lot coming from you.”

“Oh babes, there is a lot of other things that strong body of yours could get to come from me.”

“Angel what the fuck, we were having a moment!”

[hypequeenves]

ALASTOR RADIO SHOW

So this has been sitting in my brain for a really long time. I've made about a 50 minute video on what Alastor's Radio Show might sound like. Because I am who I am I've also put some references to Vesper in there, because of course I did. The full video is will be up on YouTube https://youtu.be/zWNpshsogiQ?si=0Ct8ygRoAYF1-f4u , but it’s quite long so here is some of my favourite clips and also the ones pertaining to Vesper's story!

INTRO:

SUBTITLES: Ah, good evening, my devilish comrades! It's been an eternity since I last graced the airwaves! What with those celestial attacks and constructing a spiffy new studio, I've been positively swamped. So, do pardon my absence from our nightly rendezvous. But fear not, for I've returned with a vengeance, ready to regale you with tales that'll send shivers down your spine! But before we delve into the depths of the night, let's ponder a question that's been buzzing in the back of our minds: Is VoxTek Angelic Security as impenetrable as it claims? Or are we merely being hoodwinked by the corporate demons? Fear not, my friends, for we shall uncover the truth. But first, let's kick off this evening with a toe-tapping tune, "Let the Good Times Roll" by the incomparable Louis Jordan. So, let's not waste a moment more, shall we? Or as they say: Laissez le bon temps rouler!

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YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BE ON THE SHOW? TW: Screaming, Crying, Someone is in PAIN BEWARE! (Also, I can't tell if its cringe or not)

SUBTITLES: The song slowly comes to an end, when the mic goes hot again you can hear someones panicked breathing along with Alastor humming. There is the sound of a knife hitting the table and then a scream. ALASTOR: Quiet now dear - You’re ON AIR. Can you be quiet for me now? VICTIM: mhm... ALASTOR: Yes? VICTIM: Yes. ALASTOR: Good. While I finish up with our distinguished guest here, let me deliver you a delightful ditty, that is just the perfect amount of ironic considering our current company. Here is "Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out" by the sensational Bessie Smith. The breathing gets more intense until they scream, but their scream is cut short as the mic goes cold again.

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AIRWAVE ALERTS w ALASTOR!

SUBTITLES: Wasn't that just the most delectable interruption. Well as promised: Here is Airwave Alerts with Alastor. There seems to be a string of murders in the Mafia and Weapons District of Pentagram city! You heard me right, murders! It seems that the perpetrator is using angelic bullets to take out their targets. And although I would like to stake a claim on these murders, I cannot take credit for another's work. While the culprit remains a mystery, where they seemed to have acquired the weaponry is not. Unusually Carmilla Carmine has seen fit to stay silent on the topic. One would hope that she would be able to make a public statement soon.  Ah, while you mull over that jaw-dropper, let me serenade your senses with a tune that'll have you tappin' your toes and hittin' the road in style! It's none other than "Route 66" by the legendary Nat King Cole. So sit back, relax, and let the smooth sounds of this classic take you on a ride down that ol' highway of dreams!

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UPDATE ABOUT CHARLIE:

SUBTITLES: Ah, listen up, denizens of the infernal realm! It's time for a little update from the Princess of Hell itself. Seems our friend Charlie Morningstar has taken matters into her own hands, bless her devilish heart. She's put forth a petition for those brave souls willing to stand tall in the face of the next extermination - should it come to that, of course. Now, I hate to rain on anyone's parade, but our heavenly counterparts up above have been keeping mum on the matter. And let me tell you, my dear fiends, that's not exactly music to our ears! But fear not, for there's a glimmer of hope yet! If you're ready to lay down your very essence to defend our infernal home from these angelic invaders, then you best hotfoot it over to the Notice Board smack dab in the centre of cannibal town. Sign your name with pride, for in unity lies our strength! (slightly less enthusiastic) Or something along those lines. With that obligatory bit of unpleasantness addressed, my dear listeners, it's time to lighten the mood and spread some cheer! This next tune is dedicated to none other than our beloved Charlie Morningstar, the beacon of hope in this dark and dreary place. So kick back, relax, and let the melodies of "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile" by Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin wash over you. Remember, my dear souls, even in the depths of Hell, a smile can work wonders!

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GOSSIP ABOUT VESPER:

SUBTITLES: Well, well, well, my curious listeners, have I got a spicy tidbit for you! It seems our resident pop sensation, the one and only Vanessa LaBlanc better known by her stage name Vesper, has been spotted gallivanting around town in the company of none other than Asmodeus, the King of Lust himself! Now, isn’t that a twist? It's been a hot minute since the Cardinal Sin of Lust graced the Pride Ring with his presence. So, what devilish plans could he be concocting with our delightful Vanessa? Ah, my dear sinners, the plot thickens! But fear not, for yours truly will be keeping a close eye on this tantalizing tale. So stay tuned, my friends, for the juiciest gossip this side of Hell. Up next the weather! But before we delve into the forecast, let's soar among the stars with the timeless crooner himself, Frank Sinatra! It's time to let the velvety voice of Ol' Blue Eyes serenade us with "Fly Me to the Moon." So close your eyes, let the music carry you away, and dream of celestial delights as we prepare for the weather—though, as I suspect, the forecast may indeed call for a storm of scandal!

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If you made it this far - if no one has told you today, you're amazing!

[downbad4yoongi]

Fall from Grace

🤍Pairing: Demon!Jin x Angel!Jimin 🤍WC: 5,058 🤍Genre/warnings: angel and demons au, betrayal, smut, fluff

🤍Rating: R

🤍Summary: The rules for angels and demons are simple and straightforward, and can be summed up as: don’t interact.

A/N: This story is part of BTS Fests' Angels & Demons Fest!

Thank you to my betas: @colormepurplex2 and @moonleeai. Many hugs to @colormepurplex2 for my banner.

 A Flicker in the Twilight

The twilight hums with the city’s heartbeat. Neon gods of advertisement pulse against the fading sky, casting a garish glamor on the throngs below. Lost in the kaleidoscope of chrome and flesh, Jin savors the symphony of human anxieties. They pulse through him, a delectable chaos dancing on his tongue. It is like the finest wine, this mortal cocktail – intoxicating, unpredictable, infinitely more thrilling than the bland ambrosia of his celestial past. 

Leaning against the side of a building, Jin, once a grotesque tapestry of shadow and bone, now shimmers with angelic grace, courtesy of a botched mission and a particularly potent curse. He revels in the dissonance, the whispers of his true nature tickling the edges of his angelic façade. Humans, constantly oblivious to the storm brewing inside him, mistake his charm for benevolence, his mischievous grin for a divine smile. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a predator in a sanctuary of light.

He twirls a strand of hair as he watches the countless hordes of faceless humans stride past him. Humans, like fireflies, flit across the avenues, their souls like flickering flames. Most hold no interest, their predictability a dull ache in his immortal boredom. But then, a glint of pure, celestial light catches his eye. An angel, disguised in the borrowed flesh of a human youth, stands on the corner adjacent to him, radiating an aura as vibrant as a sunrise. He watches on as the angel, resplendent even in the mortal flesh, navigates the human tide with an awkward grace. 

Jimin's name echoes in Jin’s mind, a whisper plucked from the supernatural airwaves. Jin cocks his head, watching the celestial, discerning that he is a novice. Jimin is inexperienced, a wide-eyed fawn in a wolf’s den.

Jimin’s innocence is like virgin snow, pure and untainted, waiting to be imprinted with the dark designs of Jin’s twisted amusement.

The perfect game piece. 

A thrill dances through Jin like a lightning bolt, not the usual hum of predatorial amusement, but something altogether sharper, more intoxicating. A mischievous curl creeps onto Jin’s lips. With a practiced grace, that has been honed from centuries of deception, he weaves through the throng, the city lights glinting off his unseen wings. 

“Lost, little lamb?” Jin’s voice, honeyed and smooth, cuts through the city’s cacophony.

Jimin turns, his cognac eyes widening in surprise. The golden rays emanating from his disguised form cast an ethereal glow across the chaotic street. But it is the darkness, a whisper hidden in the depths of his gaze, that draws Jin in. A flicker of rebellion, a crack in the otherworldly armor. 

Jimin, drawn by a force he can’t comprehend, steps closer. The aura around Jin, a faint hum of darkness, should send him fleeing. Yet, he finds himself drawn deeper, a curiosity eclipsing his fear, curiosity over encountering another being like himself. 

“N-no,” Jimin stammers, adjusting his borrowed human form with self-conscious fiddling. “Just…observing.”

Jin chuckles. “Observing the fascinating creatures of this earth, are we?” Jin offers a hand. “Well, allow me to offer some guidance. I know these streets better than any moonbeam.” This isn’t just amusement anymore. This is a challenge, a dance on the precipice of forbidden desire.

Jimin hesitates, the wings under his human guise rustle like whispered prayers. Then, with a sigh that ruffles the city air, he takes the offered hand, his fingers brushing against Jin’s with a spark that sends shivers down the demon’s spine.

“Thank you,” Jimin breathes, his gaze lingers on Jin for a beat too long, a whisper of starlight battling the celestial fire in his eyes. 

The walk through the bustling city offers a motley of sights and smells for Jimin. Jin, his guide and tormentor in equal measure, navigates the throngs with practiced ease, a picture of casual charm. Jimin, on the other hand, is a clumsy swan in a human pond, his borrowed skin prickling with unease. 

“So, earth delights you?” Jin asks, his voice a silken thread woven through the city’s hum. 

Jimin blushes, his celestial aura flickering like an overeager candle. “It’s…overwhelming,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “So much chaos, so much life.”

Jin chuckles a rich, dark sound that resonates in Jimin’s chest. “A chaos that dances to its own rhythm, wouldn’t you say?” He stops abruptly, his eyes glinting with an amusement that sends a tingle down Jimin’s spine. “Does it resonate with you, little angel?”

Jimin’s wings twitch under his borrowed skin. He knows he shouldn’t linger, and he can sense that there is more to Jin than he sees. Yet, Jin’s presence is a maelstrom he can’t seem to resist.

“There’s something…” Jimin begins, his voice barely a sigh. “A spark in this chaos, a warmth that draws me in.” He meets Jin’s gaze, the astral fire in his eyes battling the forbidden embers that flicker there. 

Jin’s smile deepens, a knowing curve that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. “Ah, the forbidden fruit, angel. Sweetest when plucked from the branches of danger.” He leans in, his breath a whisper of brimstone against Jimin’s ear. “But remember, little one, even the most tempting fruit can leave a bitter taste.”

Jimin’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a gilded cage. The spark in Jin’s eyes, the warmth of his touch, draws him in like a moth to a flame. 

“I…I don’t care about the consequences,” Jimin whispers, his voice barely a tremor. “I only know that this moment, this feeling, it’s worth the risk.”

Jin’s smile widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Foolish angel,” he murmurs, his voice a caress. “Then let us dance, shall we? Let us taste the forbidden fruit and see if its sweetness outweighs the sting.”

He slips his hand around Jimin’s, his touch sending a jolt of forbidden electricity through the angel’s borrowed form. And with that, they step deeper into the city’s twilight.

Eventually, their journey finds them using a fire escape to settle on a rooftop. The city sprawls out beneath them like a glittering tapestry. The wind whispers secrets through the night, carrying the scent of jasmine and asphalt. Jin feels a flicker of something unexpected. Not the sharp thrill of anticipation, but a pang of something akin to regret. 

 Was it the way Jimin’s youthful face pales in the moonlight or the earnest tremor in his voice as he whispers, “This place is beautiful,” that touches a dormant chord within Jin?

For a fleeting moment, Jin sees himself reflected in Jimin's starlit eyes. Not the monstrous entity of shadow and bone, but the young, ethereal creator he once was before the curse, before the fall. An echo of the celestial light he had long extinguished in himself. 

Jin feels a strange vulnerability bloom within himself, a yearning for something he can’t name. Standing back, observing Jimin’s awe, he shakes himself. This is just a game, a predator’s pursuit—no room for hesitation, no space for compassion. 

Yet, as Jimin turns to him, his face alight with wonder, Jin finds himself hesitating. For the first time in centuries, the predator holds back, the wolf unsure of its prey.

The game had just begun, and the rules, it seemed, were about to change.

Jin’s façade trembles under Jimin’s gaze, the carefully crafted mask of charm threatening to crack under the weight of an unwelcome emotion. The devil within him snarls, urging him to pounce, to exploit the celestial’s trust. Yet, the merest whisper against the infernal damnation of his being echoes louder, a flicker of empathy he can’t quite extinguish.

Jin swallows the tightness in his throat, forcing his lips into a familiar, playful smirk. “Beautiful indeed, little lamb. This is just the beginning. There are secrets woven into this city’s very fabric, waiting to be unraveled.”

Jimin tilts his head, the naive curiosity in his eyes still undimmed. “Will you help me find them?”

The question hangs in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Jin stares into the depths of those starlit eyes, searching for a hint of suspicion, a flicker of fear. But there is only trust, a pure and unadulterated yearning for knowledge and adventure. 

In that moment, the predator falters. The game, he realizes, isn’t just about to change. It is about to shatter. He could still twist the knife, manipulate Jimin’s trust for his own amusement, but the thrill feels hollow, poisoned by the unexpected pang of something akin to…responsibility. 

He takes a deep breath, the scent of night air filling his lungs. “Yes,” he says, the word heavy on his tongue. “I’ll help you.”

The decision tastes like ashes in his mouth, a bitter compromise between his monstrous nature and the ghost of his celestial past. He watches the smile blossom on Jimin’s face, a light that could rival the moon. Jin knows this isn’t just a game anymore. It is a dance on the precipice, a perilous tango between darkness and light, with the fate of two celestial souls hanging in the balance. 

His gaze lingers on Jimin, the forbidden yearning gnawing at this resolve. This isn’t part of the plan, this impossible, intoxicating pull. But as Jimin’s eyes meet his, a larger spark of uncertainty ignites within the demon, and the fragile dam around Jin’s desires crumbles. Jin’s breath hitches. He knows the danger, the impossibility of their connection. But in the face of Jimin’s vulnerability, his own desire pulses with a forbidden fire.

Their lips meet in a kiss, a clash of celestial fire and demonic embers. It is a taste of forbidden fruit, sweet and intoxicating. As their lips part, a gasp escapes Jimin's mouth, a flicker of fear battling with the dawning realization of what they were doing. Jin sees it, the internal war raging within the angel. And in that moment, he knows the game has definitely changed. This isn’t just a dance with fate; it is a tightrope walk over the abyss, a gamble with their very souls.

But as the city lights shimmer around them, casting their forbidden tryst in a seductive glow, Jin can’t help but smile. He is a demon in angel's clothing, and he has just found his most tempting sin.

The night stretches before them, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their forbidden desire. And as they stand there, bathed in the twilight, the city holds its breath, waiting to see what masterpiece would be born from the ashes of their celestial clash.

Whispers in the Moonlight

The city, a pulsing tapestry of sin and salvation, thrums with the electric tension of their forbidden entanglement. As dawn bleeds into dusk, Jin and Jimin meet in the shadowed corner of a long abandoned courtyard, hearts echoing a forbidden rhythm. Jin, cloaked in starlight, leads Jimin on a waltz through the neon wilderness, every whisper a searing brand against the angel’s soul.

Jimin, wings folded beneath a borrowed human skin, wrestles with the celestial fire simmering within. Duty whispers harsh reprimands, yet defiance roars like a caged beast. Jin, the devil on his shoulder, grins with eyes like bottomless pools, each touch a whispered promise of rebellion.

The city lights shimmer on Jimin’s skin, turning his eyes into molten gold. He trembles, not from fear, but from the intoxicating mix of temptation and longing that Jin ignites inside him. 

Jin leans in close enough for Jimin to feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek. “Do you hear it, angel?” he utters, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Jimin’s spine. “The city’s heartbeat, pulsing with the rhythm of our forbidden song?”

His words are steeped in temptation. Jimin feels the celestial fire flicker, threatened by the seductive darkness Jin offers. He yearns to know the taste of rebellion, to shed the shackles of angelic rigidity and fly on the wings of his own desires.

Jimin, his heart a frantic drum against ribs, swallows hard. He can hear it, echoing in the symphony of car horns and distant laughter, a primal pulse that mirrors the yearning of his soul. 

“It’s… maddening,” he whispers, his voice barely audible above the city’s din.

Jin chuckles, a sound like tinkling ice against velvet. “Maddeningly beautiful, isn’t it?”

His thumb brushes the crest of Jimin’s cheek, the touch sending a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. Jimin’s eyes melt even further under the neon sky and meet Jin’s, the heat of their gaze a silent conversation—unspoken questions dance in the air between them.

“Jin,” Jimin breathes, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. “I… I can’t do this. Not anymore.”

The words hang heavy in the air, a discordant note introduced to their orchestra. Jin’s smile falters for a moment but is quickly masked by his impassive façade. “And what, angel,” he drawls, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, “is it that you can’t do?”

Jimin flinches at the challenge in Jin’s eyes. He knows he is playing with fire. While romantic dalliances with other angels aren’t forbidden, they aren’t looked on kindly, which is enough to deter most. 

But something, some spark of rebellion, ignites deep within him, refusing to be silenced. 

“I can’t deny this,” he says, his voice gaining strength with every word. “This…this fire that burns between us. We may be angels, Jin, but we are also men. And this city, this dark and beautiful chaos…it sings a song that my soul yearns to hear.”

The silence that follows Jimin’s confession is thick with unspoken tension. Jin’s eyes, usually warm and playful, flicker with a hidden storm. He takes a step toward Jimin, his gaze raking over him with an intensity that sends a shiver down the younger angel’s spine.

The city lights, once a backdrop to their clandestine meetings, now throb with a new meaning. The neon signs bleed into their vision, painting the shadows on their faces with a kaleidoscope of emotions. The symphony of car horns and distant laughter becomes a seductive song, urging them closer to the edge of what is and what isn’t permissible.

Jimin, emboldened by the defiance in Jin’s eyes, reaches out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of Jin’s jaw. The touch is a spark, igniting a wildfire that threatens to consume them both. Jin’s breath hitches, and for a fleeting moment, his celestial façade flickers, revealing the hungry demon beneath.

Jin, feigning reluctance, breathes, “We can’t. The consequences…”

But Jimin, his heart pounding a forbidden drumbeat, cuts him off. “Consequences be damned,” he whispers, his lips brushing against Jin’s ear.

With that, he pulls Jin into a kiss, a desperate, hungry press of lips that speaks volumes of unspoken yearnings. The kiss is a rebellion, a declaration of defiance against the sterile order of their celestial existence. It is a taste of the forbidden fruit, a glimpse of a world where love, not duty, dictates their actions. 

As they break apart, breathless and reeling, the city lights seem to dance in celebration. The air crackles with an electric tension, the very fabric of their world shimmering with the weight of their choice. One of them knows the path they are embarking on is fraught with danger, while the other leads them down this defiant path. In that moment, surrounded by the cacophony of the city, they only see each other, a beacon of light in the darkness.

The moon, a pearl amidst the velvet tapestry of night, bathes the hidden courtyard in an ethereal glow. Jasmine tendrils, heavy with moonlit secrets, cling to the crumbling brick walls, weaving a fragrant canopy above Jimin and Jin. Here, within the shadows, the celestial rules morph and blur, their breaths forming wispy constellations against the obsidian sky. 

Jin, his dark hair a curtain against the lunar silver, cradles Jimin’s face in his hands. “There’s more to existence than humans and harp strings, angel,” he murmurs, his voice a caress against Jimin’s trembling lips. “The world whispers forgotten stories.”

Jimin, his resolve a fluttering moth against Jin’s intoxicating whispers, surrenders. He longs for the taboo secrets Jin offers, each a forbidden fruit bursting with a thousand forbidden flavors. Jin speaks of earthly music that makes the soul quake, of laughter that echoes through cobbled streets, of the bittersweet tang of tears shed for love and loss. He paints the world with his words, worlds where angels dance with mortals, where moonlight sculpts shadows into lovers’ embraces. 

“And you,” Jin murmurs, his lips trailing along Jimin’s jaw, “you, my angel, hold within you the music of a thousand unplayed instruments. Let me hear your orchestra,” he pleads, his voice raw with the hunger for what they both know is improper.

Jimin, his hidden wings trembling like fervent prayers, traces the forbidden map of Jin’s lips. “I… I fear the melody might be discordant,” he breathes, his voice a thread lost in the music of the night. 

Jin chuckles, a sound like wind chimes kissed by the starlight. “Then let me be your maestro, angel,” he whispers, his lips brushing against Jimin’s ear. “Together, we’ll orchestrate a symphony that will defy the heavens themselves.”

And so, under the moon’s silent gaze, they meld into one as their clothes litter the cobblestone around them. Jin’s hands overflow with the ample bounty of Jimin’s ass as he eliminates any molecule of space between them. The air around them resonates with the vibrations of their moans as their thickened shafts slide against each other. 

As their bodies move in harmony, a symphony of passion and desire, the boundaries between heaven and earth blur. Jimin clings to Jin, his nails digging into the smooth expanse of Jin’s back, each thrust of their hips driving them closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The courtyard, once a sheltered sanctuary, now bears witness to their entwined forms, the moonlight casting ethereal shadows upon their skin.

Their rhythm quickens, urgency fueled by the forbidden nature of their love. Jimin’s breath hitches as pleasure courses through him like an electric current. He presses his forehead against Jin’s, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that speaks of devotion and rebellion. At this moment, they are no longer angels bound by celestial laws; they are simply two souls set on fire, seeking solace in each other’s embrace.

The symphony of car horns and distant laughter fades into the background as their moans fill the air, mingling with the rustle of the jasmine tendrils above. The earthy scent of the cobblestones mixes with the musk of their desire, the ground trembling beneath the force of their passion.

Jin leans in, his lips brushing against Jimin’s neck, his voice a whisper against his skin. “Fear not, my love,” he says. “Our music is perfect, even in its forbidden form.”

Jimin gasps as Jin thrusts harder against him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He reaches up, his fingers tangling in Jin’s hair, his nails biting into his scalp. “Yes, Jin,” he moans, “make me your muse.”

The two continue their dance of passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The jasmine tendrils above, heavy with blooms, seem to sway in time with their movements, adding a sweet fragrance to the air. Their moans echo through the courtyard, the sound of two souls joining together in a forbidden ensemble. The moon watches over them, its light casting silvery beams upon their entwined forms. As they reach the crescendo, their bodies colliding and surrendering to the forbidden music, the world around them seems to pause in reverence.

Finally, the moment arrives. The tension between them is palpable as they stand on the brink of the abyss. Jin's eyes lock onto Jimin's, his gaze intense and full of desire. In that moment, their connection is tangible. Jimin's fingers tug at Jin's hair, pulling him closer. Jin's lips devour Jimin's in an all-consuming kiss, the taste of forbidden fruit on their tongues. The air around them crackles with electricity, singeing the air surrounding them.

Jin's hips thrust harder against Jimin, their movements syncopated and raw. The heat from their bodies radiates outward, leaving the rest of the world behind. Their existence is limited to this moment, this place, this kiss.

As the last shuddering breath leaves their lips, they collapse against each other, their bodies spent. The moon's gaze fades, and the courtyard returns to its quiet solitude.

In the aftermath, Jin and Jimin lay entangled in each other's arms, their breaths slowing and their hearts beating as one. Jin knew this moment would come, but he had not anticipated the depths of emotions that would ensue. He feels a mix of euphoria and trepidation, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jimin, on the other hand, struggles with the implications of their actions. He had thought to quash his longings, keeping them hidden beneath layers of celestial duty. Now, he finds those same longings have become impossible to ignore. 

The consequences of their tryst linger on the horizon, a faint dissonance in the night’s melody. But for now, they bask in the lingering traces of their forbidden love. Jimin's fingers trace delicate patterns on Jin's bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He looks up into Jin's eyes, the weight of their actions and the uncertainty of the future settling upon him like a heavy cloak.

"What have we done?" Jimin whispers, his voice laced with both regret and longing. "Is this worth defying everything we know?"

Jin's gaze meets Jin's, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions that Jimin can't fully read. "Perhaps," he replies softly, "love is not meant to be bound by rules and expectations. Maybe it is meant to be wild, untamed, and willing to risk everything."

Jimin's heart swells at Jin's words, his fingers tightening their grip on Jin's body. He knows that the path they have chosen is treacherous and that they will face obstacles unlike any they have encountered before. 

Celestial Fear

Dawn creeps through the cityscape, painting the courtyard in a blush of pink. Jimin stirs, his eyelids fluttering open to the sight of Jin’s sleeping face, the warmth of his breath tickling Jimin’s cheek. The forbidden intimacy of their entwined bodies sends a shiver through him, a delicious echo of their celestial rebellion. 

But as Jimin traces the line of Jin’s jaw with his fingers, a shadow flickers across Jin’s eyes, a darkness deeper than the city’s nocturnal embrace. It was fleeting, gone as soon as it appeared, yet it left a tremor in Jimin’s heart.

“Jin,” he whispers, his voice hesitant, “what was that?”

Jin’s eyes flutter open, the celestial depths replaced by a flicker of embers, a glimpse of something wild and untamed. He sits up, pulling away from Jimin, and for a moment, Jimin feels a chill crawl down his spine.

“Nothing,” Jin says, his voice strained, “just a memory, a whisper from before.”

But Jimin isn’t convinced. The darkness that tinges Jin’s eyes, it isn’t mere nostalgia, it is something colder, something sharper. A doubt, a seed of suspicion, begins to sprout in Jimin’s mind.

“Before?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. “Before…what?”

Jin hesitates, his gaze flickering away. Then, with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of centuries, he turns back to Jimin, his eyes lock on his his with an intensity that makes Jimin’s heart pound.

“Angel,” he says, his voice husky, “before I met you, before all this… I was… different.”

A cold dread washes over Jimin. He knows, instinctively, that the answer he is about to hear will shatter the fragile world they have built in these stolen moments.

“Different how?” Jimin whispers, his voice trembling.

Jin reaches out, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s cheek, a fleeting touch that sends shivers down his spine. “I’m not an angel, Jimin,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I am…” he pauses, his eyes searching Jimin’s face for any sign of rejection, “I am fallen.”

The words hang heavy in the air, the revealed truth shattering the foundation of their forbidden love. Jimin stares at Jin, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Fallen. The word conjures images of rebellion, of darkness, of everything his angelic existence is supposed to reject. 

But then, another truth dawns on him. The way Jin’s eyes had softened when he spoke of forbidden knowledge, the way his lips had burned against Jimin’s, the way he had whispered promises of defiant symphonies… could it be…?

“Jin,” Jimin breathes, his voice thick with emotion, “does that mean… you…”

Jin cuts him off, his lips crashing against Jimin’s in a kiss that is both desperate and tender. “You became the sun I couldn’t turn away from.”

The world spins around them. The city lights blur into a smear of monochrome. In that kiss, Jimin tastes not defiance but vulnerability, a demon confessing his love for an angel of light. And in that moment, Jimin knows, with a terrifying, exhilarating certainty, that he is falling too.

The consequences of their love looms larger than ever,  a storm brewing on the horizon. But for now, under the fading blush of dawn, two souls, one fallen, one faltering, hold each other close, their defiance a whispered promise in the face of the impossible.

As the days pass, they steal fleeting moments together, each touch and stolen glance an act of rebellion against the heavens. In these stolen moments, they discover truths about themselves and each other that make their love burn even brighter. They learn that love can be both soft and fierce, a gentle caress one moment, an inferno of passion the next. And as their love grows deeper, so does the danger that lurks around them.

Whispers begin to spread through the divine airways like a dark fog descending upon their fragile haven. News of their trysts reaches the ears of the celestial council, a gathering of angelic beings who uphold the laws of the heavens. Their verdict is swift and unforgiving: Jimin and Jin's love is an abomination, a stain on the purity of their existence. 

Perched on the brink of rebellion, the city quakes beneath a moonlit sky. Whispers of divine punishment swirl in the air, a constant reminder of the consequences for defying heaven's orders. Jimin feels his heart tremble as he gazes at his celestial flames, their once radiant white glow now tinged red with fear and doubts. He wants to retreat to the safe, sterile world of angels but cannot suppress the fiery longing that burns within him.

"Turn back, angel," booms a thunderous voice, sending a chill down Jimin's spine. "This path leads only to darkness."

At his side stands Jin, the fallen star, his obsidian eyes ablaze with defiance. His words are a whispered song of chaos tempting Jimin towards rebellion. "Choose, angel," he purrs, his seductive tone pulling him closer to danger. "Embrace the fire within or extinguish it under the rain of heaven."

Caught between duty and desire, Jimin stands at a crossroads with a heavy heart. Will he continue to follow his angelic purpose or surrender to the all-consuming love that threatens to devour him, wings and all? It feels like the city is holding its breath, an audience for the final act of this unlikely love story. Jimin must choose: remain shackled to heaven or fly free in Jin's embrace.

As the weight of his decision hangs in the air, Jimin feels the world around him blur into a hazy backdrop. His thoughts swirl in a tempest of conflicting desires, tearing his celestial essence apart. To choose Jin is to abandon everything he has ever known, forsaking his place among the heavens and casting aside his angelic duties. But to deny himself this love would be to wither away, a flame extinguished before it had a chance to dance and illuminate the darkness.

Jimin turns and gazes into Jin's eyes, and he sees a different kind of light - untamed and exhilarating. It beckons to him, calling him away from the predictable world of angels and towards a life filled with passion and uncertainty.

At that moment, Jimin knows what he must do. With trembling hands, he reaches out to Jin, feeling the electric current that courses between them. The celestial flames flicker their once vibrant glow, reigniting with newfound determination.

"I choose love," Jimin whispers with conviction, his voice carrying through the night sky. The heavens quake in response, thunder rolling across the city as if signifying a shifting balance of power.

As Jimin’s words echo, the air crackles with anticipation. The celestial council, shrouded in a halo of divine light, seems to hesitate, their judgment hanging heavy in the air. Jin, his face alight with a mixture of relief and defiance, grasps Jimin’s hand. Their fingers intertwine, a testament to the love that challenges the very fabric of the heavens. 

The lead celestial, his voice laced with disappointment, speaks, “Your decision defies the sacred laws, angel. Are you truly prepared to face the consequences?”

Jimin, his voice unwavering, meets the celestial’s gaze. “I am,” he declares, his stance resolute. “For love, I am willing to forsake the heavens, to dance with the shadows, to face whatever judgment may come.”

A wave of murmurs sweeps through the council, some laced with disapproval, others with a glimmer of understanding. The lead celestial, his expression unreadable, ponders their response. 

Suddenly, a blinding light erupts from the heavens, engulfing Jimin and Jin. It is a baptism of sorts, a celestial test of their resolve. As the light subsides, they stand there, transformed. Jimin’s angelic wings, once pristine white, now bear streaks of obsidian black.

“You have chosen,” the lead celestial booms, his voice echoing. “You have defied the heavens, and now, you shall bear the mark of your rebellion.”

Despite the mark, Jimin doesn’t feel shame but a surge of empowerment. They have chosen each other, defying the celestial order and embracing the unknown. Their path won’t be easy as the council’s judgment isn’t the end. They are now outcasts and will be hunted by celestial forces who see their love as a threat to the established order. 

While their journey will be fraught with danger, heartbreak, and moments of doubt, their love will be their anchor.

[helluvaoutlaw]

To Everyone Listening

An Anonymous Broadcast

*The airwaves crackle, and a distorted, deep voice begins to speak from every radio and smartphone, carrying an unmistakable urgency.*

"To everyone listening...to every imp, hellhound, and demon out there who’s been stepped on, who’s had their voice ignored...listen closely. I ain't gonna waste your time with long speeches. You know what's happening. You see it, you feel it. It's in the streets, in your homes, in every corner of this forsaken land we call Hell.

Paimon and the rest of his aristocratic brood they've fooled us long enough. They want you to believe that this is the way things are meant to be. That they're our protectors, our so-called 'rulers. But I'm telling you now, even some of those high-born Goetia aren't spared from his cruelty.

Don't think for a second that Paimon's power doesn't come with chains for them too.

They aren't his children. They're his slaves, just like the rest of us. Bound by traditions, forced into obedience, stripped of freedom... their golden cages just shine brighter, but they're still cages."

*The voice grows angrier, more pointed.*

"They say they're our rulers, and they swore to protect us, to take care of us! Where’s the freedom they promise? You think you’re free just because you can breathe? No, they dictate your life. And the biggest joke of it all? Lucifer and his fallen angels—they fought, they rebelled against their own creator, claiming they wanted freedom. They felt unappreciated, like they were denied the right to choose their own path."

*A harsh laugh cuts through the transmission.*

"How ironic, huh? They fought for freedom against God, but now they’re the ones denying it to us. They sit on their thrones, basking in their rebellion’s victory, while they crush us for daring to ask for the same thing. Hypocrites, all of them! They fought for their own respect, but now, when we ask for ours, we’re silenced, beaten, and told to stay in our place!"

*The voice lowers, filled with dark resolve.*

"We’re not asking for scraps anymore. We’re not going to stay quiet while they live in comfort off our backs. It’s time to fight back. Rise up, and let’s make them taste their own hypocrisy."

*The static crackles again, the distorted voice breaking through with an ominous tone.*

"Paimon says we are traitors. And who doesn't surrender, will be killed. Punished and hanged."

*The voice pauses, seething with intensity.*

"But ask yourselves—who are the real traitors here? Is it those of us who demand our dignity, our freedom, or the ones who made false promises? The ones who claimed they would deliver justice? Who swore they’d protect us? Where’s that protection now? Where’s the justice? They’ve locked us in chains, bound us to their rules, while they grow fat off our labor."

*The voice becomes colder, sharper.*

"They promised a land of fairness. But the only thing fair now is the fire we bring to tear it all down. To rebuild a world where we aren’t slaves, where no one is kept in line by the lies of kings and princes. Hold on. Keep fighting. Keep resisting. You're not alone."

*The transmission buzzes for a second, then fades into silence.*

[scenecipriano]

Time Stands Still (2)

Chapter One: Stayed Gone

TW: None that I can think of other than swearing

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Vox stares at his screen in disbelief, the no signal sign with Alastor’s face mocks him, it’s taunting him. How, just how did that asshole live from a holy bullet to the fucking heart? He digs his claws into his chair, taking a shaky breath as he does, this could be in his favor. Maybe Alastor can be talked to, be civil…

“Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? He’s fucking pissed and I’m the only one who knows why he’s pissed,” Vox mumbles as he drags his hands down his screen. 

He tenses when a knock comes from his door. 

“Voxxie, I get that you’re pissed the radio bitch is back but could you not plunge the city into total darkness? I have a film I have to produce soon and power is kind of needed for that.” 

It was Val, he felt himself relax knowing that it was only him. Not like Alastor would dare step into the V tower, even he wasn’t that stupid. 

“I-It’ll be back up in a second, I just overheated,” he replies. 

‘I’m going to make you wish I’d stayed gone.’ 

Vox grits his teeth, he has to get the upper hand on Alastor. The bastard already had a one up on him, by teaming up with the princess of fucking Hell. How would he even top that? He couldn’t go to Lucifer himself, he doubts the man would turn on the Radio Demon, not when it means he’d be turning against his own daughter. 

“If only that bitch had never come here this shit wouldn’t be happening,” Vox hisses. 

He pauses, his screen lighting up with a lightbulb as an idea occurs to him. If Alastor had never come to hell then he wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. He stands from his chair and strides over to the door, throwing them open he hears Valentino hiss out a curse as he barely dodges out of the way. 

“What the fuck!?” 

“Sorry–I just had an idea to rid us of that fucking prick once and for all, do you know how to get ahold of Zestiel?” Vox asks as he continues his stride down the hallway. 

The sound of Val’s heels clicking behind him is the only answer he gets, Vox growls and glances back. 

“VaL-.” He hisses. 

“I don’t fucking know, Carmilla would be the best to ask about the old freak. Why do you even want to meet with him in the first place? I gave you a way to get rid of the radio bitch, why do you need to see them?” 

Vox swings around, a part of him hates the way Valentino flinches away from the sudden movement, but he can’t afford to worry about that right now. 

“I used what you gave me seven fucking years ago! He’s back and fucking pissed that I nearly killed him! Why the fuck do you think he’s been gone for seven years!?” 

Valentino blinks in surprise, “Then how–.” 

“I don’t fucking know!” Vox explodes, “I don’t f-fucking know. I thought for sure the shot to the damn heart would end him! I don’t know if the fucker made some type of deal, but if he did I need to get the upper hand. You saw what happened, even after seven years the motherfucker still has some form of damn clout over these idiot sinners.” 

He can’t let Alastor gain the upper hand he just can’t, damn it this was the new status quo, this was going to be the V’s era in Hell! There wasn’t going to be a goddamn reboot where the Radio Demon rules the airwaves and streets!

“Voxxie, just breathe. Before you go doing something stupid and possibly reckless, let's try to handle the bitch ourselves.” 

Vox frowns, “How do you propose we handle it then? Hm? Use your little whore as a spy? I know Alastor better than anyone and he won’t let someone like Angel get near him.” 

A grumble leaves the TV demon’s mouth when the overgrown moth slings his arm around his neck. 

“I was thinking of someone with a bit more sssstyle~.” 

Vox blinks and looks up at Val, the pimps gold tooth twinkling in the light of his screen. He mimics the pimps smirk as he lets out a laugh. 

“Ya know what? I think you’re right.” 

“Sssir Pentious reporting for duty!” 

Vox struggles to hold back his laughter, the snake demon was a pain in the V’s ass, but maybe he can be useful just this once. 

“At ease Sir Loser,” Velvette starts, “We just need you to snoop a little on Voxxie’s old pal, Alastor.” 

At the mention of the Radio Demon, Sir Pentious loses his confident edge. His hood deflates as he avoids eye-contact with the V’s. 

“I don’t know if that will be a good idea.” 

“And why is that, hm? Don’t you want to impress us? Finally be acknowledged by us,” Valentino says as he blows a puff of smoke in the snake's face. 

Pentious coughs and waves the smoke away, hissing slightly as he glares at the three overlords. 

“Of course! I just recently had a mishap with Alastor.” 

He shows them the little piece of fabric he managed to snag from the tails of his suit jacket. This time Vox can’t help but laugh at the snake demon, does he really think that just because he tore Alastor’s suit that that means anything? 

“O-Oh boy, and here I thought you actually got a real piece of him! Wow, you must be really proud of this little trophy of yours,” Vox teases as he plucks the piece of fabric from Pentious’s hand. 

“I-I am!” Sir Pentious exclaims as he takes the fabric back, “He made a fool of me lasst week! So getting even just the little snag of him shows that I have ssome potential!” 

“Oh! It definitely does snake babe, but if you really want to show us your potential you’ll infiltrate that pathetic hotel and find out just what the deer is up to,” Valentino purrs as he takes a drag from his cigarette. 

Sir Pentious bites his lip, he’s finally getting recognized by the three overlords, something he’s craved for years, but after his second encounter with Alastor he isn’t sure he wants to cross the radio again so soon. 

“You’re overthinking it, Pen! Look, it’ll be easy! You just get in there, the princess if naive enough to believe your quest for redemption and none of those morons will go against her,” Vox explains as he straps a video watch to the snakes wrist and placing a camera in his other hand, “You just need to take this camera in there and set it up where no one will find it. You accomplish that and maybe just maybe I’ll advertise your inventions on the next Vox Tech announcement!” 

Pen looks down at the watch and back up at the TV overlord. 

“Really?” 

“R-Really! Think about it, with your inventions on my screens nobody would ever try to step up to you again!” 

Vox watches patiently as the snake mulls the idea over in his head, he can already tell he’s won with the “promise” of promoting the idiot's inventions on Vox Tech. 

“Okay, I’ll do it. I swear on the life of my egg boys that I shall not fail you three!” 

“That’s the spirit!” Velvette exclaims, “Now, get outta here and get us into that hotel!” 

The three V’s watch as Sir Pentious slithers his way out of the tower, they wait for the door to fully shut before bursting out in laughter. 

“Do you really think he’s going to achieve this, Vox?” 

“My dear, if he manages it then I just might actually advertise his shitty inventions on Vox Tech just to show him a form of gratitude.” 

An hour passed and Vox honestly has hope that the idiot snake will actually pull this gig off. He takes a sip from his mug relishing in the taste of his coffee before the sound of Pentious’ voice causes him to do a noteworthy spit take. 

“Ah abort!! Abort S.O.S!! Agent Pentious in need of an immediate evacuation!!” 

Vox could feel himself trying to short circuit, of course this idiot couldn’t do one simple job. 

“Pentious? Wait you were, caught?” Vox lets out an incredulous laugh, “It hasn’t even been a day!” 

“Please!” Sir Pentious pleads, “you’ve got to get me out of here!” 

Is he really that stupid? 

“I can’t believe we thought you could handle even something  this simple! Hey, do us a favor,” Vox gets closer to the screen, “If they don’t kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable FAILURE!” 

He ends the transmission, slinging his mug into the wall as he does with a frustrated scream. How could he have been so stupid to think that an imbecile would even be able to do one simple job! 

The sound of static fills the room as the screen comes back to life. Vox swings around to face it, his teeth bared. 

“What!?” 

“You’ll have to try harder than that next time, old pal.” 

Vox screams his frustration as Alastor’s laughter echoes around him. He digs his claws into the metal of his control panel, the feeling of a power outage nags at the back of his head but he doesn’t care right now. 

“There has to be another way,” Vox growls as he drags his claws down. 

There has to be another way and he was going to find it even if it kills him. 

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TAGLIST: @justakidicarus

[ra3theemo]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

HEAVEN

Angels & Airwaves

I will run the streets and hostile lands  I will touch the rain with all I have  I will breathe the air, and scream it loud  My feet will never touch the ground  Because the days they feel, like ancient blocks  Like when kids grow up, and learn to walk  Because your life is full of pure desire  A place so gloriously wired

The lights and sounds  Oh God, this is such a mess  And it's like our world, and we're the last ones left  And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks  And I swear, it shows  Heaven must be just like this.

Do you see the hills beneath the clouds?  And the stars as trails, to lead you out?  Can you sense the pain thats everywhere  And if you try, you'll never care  And the love you had when you were young  Is right outside for all to come  Because your life is full of pure desire  A place so gloriously wired

The lights and sounds  Oh God, this is such a mess  And it's like our world, and we're the last ones left  And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks  And I swear, it shows - Heaven must be just like this

If you see a light break through the clouds  And fire run like distant towers  And the world will begin, exactly how it ends  When you call for love when you are lost  Whatever more, whatever cost  And the world will begin, exactly how it ends

Please stay, don't go  I've got you now, are you curious?  Please stay, don't go  I've got you now, are you curious?  Please stay, don't go  I've got you now, are you curious?  Please stay, don't go  I've got you now, are you curious?

Please stay, don't go!  I've got you now, are you curious?  Please stay, don't go!  I've got you now, are you curious?  Please stay, don't go  I've got you now, now yeah, yea oh, yeah oh, yeah oh  Here I am.

💙🎶

[lamyaasfaraini]

From Blink 182 to AVA to Muse

(musical Paralyse: mode on)

"eh lupa aja aku mau dengerin blink 182 yg baru" play youtube dulu pgn liat vclipnya, kemudian nostalgia~ mengomentari vclipnya yg berisi potongan2 vclipnya blink 182 dari jaman baheula. Memang lagunya bikin mengharu biru~

"ah play di spotify aja lebih bagus audionya" oke baik pak..

"coba dengerin single yg baru 1 lg itu mah agak ngebeat, ngga cocok di aku udah ngga kaumuran musik2 keras haha" kataku.. Lalu di play sm blio.. Iyak bener gandeng.

"ih udah lama ngga denger AVA (Angels N Airwaves)" kata blio. Play lah si AVA itu. "the adventure", "do it for me now", lanjut ke album ke 2 "everything's magic" lalu "call to arms".. Ah lupa play fav aku di album ke 2 "breathe". Selama playing ya kami nyanyi2 tifis2 seapalnya lirik.. Meni inget jaman abg ihh tak ada beban~

"kamu tau lagu ini gt? (call to arms), itu lagu AVA fav aku!"

"yehhh sembarangan.. Ya tau lah!" lalu aku balikin "nih tau lagu AVA yg ini ngga? (hallucinations) ini dr album ke 3"

"udah ngga ngikutin album ke 3 hehehe" begitu jawabnya. Eey

Laluuu mapay ke the ataris, A7x (haha duh euy ieu si gotik), Muse.. Kemudian blio play "uprising" Muse.. Kami masih berkaroke kecil padahal dah ngga tahan ya teriak2 di tempat karoke. Kapan dong ah~

"lohhh kamu tau lagu uprising gitu?" blio keheranan.

"HEY!! ih kamu drtd meremehkan musikalitasku (naon eta?).. Tau dong itu bukannya single pembuka dr album itu? Siapa yg gatau anak SD ge tau lah euyy" kzl gaksie.. Blio cuma cengengesan. Kemudian blio play "madness".

"nah kalo madness beneran tak tau lahhh hemmm". Aku mengaku. Yaiya masa semua lagu tau, yakali...

Si iseng komen waeee, ko kamu masih nanya aku tau lagu ini itu sih? Bukannya ada yg komenin aku katanya si selera musiknya paling asik~ eeeeaaaa..

Memang suka seru kalo udah dengerin lagu2 nostalgia jaman kita kecil, abg sampe early 20an mana kita pasutri seumuran seangkatan selera musiknya mirip2. Beneran gatau waktu tau2 sampe tengah malem aja. Liat2 netflix belom ada yg seru kami nunggu Lupin!

[burninglightsonthestreet]

ohhhhh everytime i hear this i think of his beautifulness in the music video. beautiful music beautiful thomas wowwww

[cmdonovann]

MY BLEEDING CLOCK PLAYLIST IS LIVE

YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT ON MY WEBSITE HERE: (X)

SORRY FOR CONTINUING THE JOKE LONGER THAN APRIL FOOLS DAY BUT IM ACTUALLY HAVING A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS AU :3

tracklist under the cut:

girlfriend - avril lavigne

everytime we touch - cascada

shake it - metro station

untouched - the veronicas

i don't wanna be in love - good charlotte

thnks fr th mmrs - fall out boy

ain't it fun - paramore

tik tok - ke$ha

don't trust me - 3oh!3

bad boy - cascada

crushcrushcrush - paramore

dear maria - all time low

cross my heart - marianas trench

time bomb (acoustic) - all time low

decode - paramore

all the right moves - onerepublic

hurts like heaven - coldplay

mr brightside - the killers

sugar we're going down - fall out boy

complicated - avril lavigne

fingerprints - katy perry

airplanes (ft. hayley williams) - B.o.B

colorado sunrise - 3oh!3

till the world ends - britney spears

dj got us fallin in love - usher

we r who we r - ke$ha

michael - franz ferdinand

blackout - breathe carolina

dancing with a wolf - all time low

supermassive black hole - muse

teenagers - my chemical romance

boulevard of broken dreams - green day

bring me to life - evanescence

truth or dare - marianas trench

time is running out - muse

crawling - linkin park

anarchy my dear - say anything

blue and yellow - the used

millions - gerard way

ocean avenue - yellowcard

check yes juliet - we the kings

kryptonite - 3 doors down

weightless - all time low

away we go - coheed and cambria

gorgeous nightmare - escape the fate

going under - evanescence

over my head - the fray

the adventure - angels & airwaves

don't die digging - the graduate

ohio is for lovers - hawthorne heights

i know - placebo

be my escape - relient k

how to start a war - simon curtis

walk through hell - say anything

dance or die - family force five

girls/girls/boys - panic! at the disco

welcome to the black parade - my chemical romance

[cptamerica]

@cptcvrter asked 🎵 i'll post a song to describe our muse's relationship

I want to have the same last dream again The one where I wake up and I'm alive Just as the four walls closed me within My eyes are opened up with pure sunlight ... Hey yo, here I am, and here we go, life's waiting to begin I cannot live I can't breathe unless you do this with me

[arlongo]

And These Nights I Get High Just From Breathing

In the mid-2000s, I was introduced to the debut album of what turned out to be one of my Top Ten favorite albums, Jack’s Mannequin’s Everything in Transit. Angels and Airwaves and Jack’s Mannequin were my two favorite bands during the 2000s.  In 2012, the frontman for Jack’s Mannequin, Andrew McMahon, decided to end Jack’s Mannequin and start releasing music under his own name. At the time, I was devastated that one of my favorite bands was breaking up. My older brother told me it wasn’t a big deal because Andrew McMahon is Jack’s Mannequin. I didn’t understand at the time until I saw him perform as Andrew McMahon and realized that he was still playing Jack’s songs along with his older band called Something Corporate. 

I didn’t listen to SoCo until after Jack’s Mannequin was done. At first, I was probably only listening to the few songs Andrew was performing live. Something Coroprtate was one of the many bands I listened to during my years of writing my indie rock epic, The Ambigunity of Rock n’ Roll. If I remember correctly, the SoCo song, 21 and Invincible, was one of the first songs to be indirectly referenced in the story, along with Ohio is for Lovers. 

I must’ve seen Jack’s Mannequin/Andrew McMahon nearly twenty times live. When I saw Snow Patrol in Nashville, I thought that was it. I’d seen all my favorite bands live at least once. While it’s awesome to hear Andrew play SoCo songs at his shows, I wanted to hear more than a few songs per show. I remembered seeing Andrew play Ruthless for the first time at some small bar in Charlotte. I heard him play Cavanaugh Park in Asheville. He probably played Konstantine at the Denver Dear Jack concert. I finally heard him perform Hurricane last year for the first time. Fortunately, the one SoCo song he seemed to play at every show is I Woke Up in a Car,… which just happened to be my favorite song of all time.

I thought the closest I would ever come to experiencing a Something Corporate show was at the Dear Jack Foundation concert when the drummer from SoCo performed a few songs with Andrew. I didn’t think I would ever have the chance to attend a SoCo show, especially when most band members were not full-time musicians like Andrew McMahon.

Last year, SoCo got together to celebrate Andrew’s 40th birthday, which started the idea of putting together a 2024 tour. I told my brother I am not missing my chance to see them. I knew they wouldn’t be coming to Charlotte when they announced the dates and locations. We were expecting an Atlanta show, and the venue was great, with seating on the second level. The date worked out and we got tickets and made plans to travel to Atlanta.

September thirteen finally arrived. The music venue, The Tabernacle, is amazing despite not being totally handicap-accessible. It was an old church before it was converted into The Tabernacle. For my first Something Corporate show, my brother was able to get us front-row seats in the balcony. Two and a half hours after the doors opened and after a slight delay due to a glitch with one of the screens on the stage, Something Corporate finally came on the stage.

I waited over a decade to see Andrew McMahon with Something Corporate and to hear a whole show with nothing but SoCo songs. Out of twenty-three songs, I didn’t know only one of them. Some of the highlights were songs like Only Ashes, 21 and Invincible, If You C Jordan, Space, As You Sleep, Hurricane, Watch the Sky and one of my favorites, The Astronaut. As Andrew had done with his own shows, he would always change at least one song from his setlist. For the Atlanta show, he performed Walking By. It's a song I was familiar with… probably because it’s right after another favorite song of mine on the Leaving Through the Window album. After the show, Walking By was stuck in my head so as soon I returned to the hotel, I listened to the song again on my phone and read the lyrics. One of Andrew McMahon’s greatest strengths is his storytelling through his songs, and Walking By is one of the best examples of his storytelling through his songs and now I got another favorite SoCo song.

Speaking of favorite songs, for the ATL show, they saved the best for last—my favorite song of all time. I Woke Up in a Car. Now, I heard that song at every Andrew McMahon show. However, there was a different vibe hearing the song being performed by Something Corporate… there was a sense of pride and ownership in the music among the other band members. That type of energy can’t be replicated by Andrew’s Wilderness band members, as great as they are. My brother took a video of the whole song, and I added CC/English subtitles.

As I had said before, my concert-going days may be mostly over, but Andrew McMahon and Something Corporate will be on my small list of artists/bands I will attend a show at every opportunity I get.