#bringsin

[the-smallest-star]

@ahelluvahigh Val wants to pinch the cheeks @infxnatum Someone's gonna have a bad time @bringsin velvette's biting him @ladiesofhell Vel would dress him properly and carry him XD

"I will kill all of you if you so much as breath a word of this... sickness."

[venisontransmission]

@bringsin

Grins with all five pairs of teeth. Snaps the femur in half.

[hclluvahctel]

@bringsin

THE DOOR CLICKED SHUT BEHIND HIM, unsure if Loona would be asleep or not. Despite his lack of eating, he finds himself not wanting to fix up anything to eat. The blanket he'd taken from the party still wrapped around him, he walks over to the couch and dropped down onto the cushions.

[von-eldritch]

@bringsin liked this for a one-liner!

"I never thought I'd ask this not as an insult but; how is being a whore going?"

[heaven-said]

fun fact i saw ultrakill on my for you page on twitter and thought of you

{{ dshjdsghjs it is me!! the ultrakill guy !!! <3 }}

[firstwcman]

@bringsin asked, ↕ eve is 5'2, angel is 8'1, and my lilith (for funsies you don't have to include her) is 9'4

⛧ — send me ↕ + your muse’s height ; I will compare theirs to mine.

eve pov:

[gctchell]

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT // @bringsin // wall.

[hazbinned]

Plotted starter for @bringsin !

The relationship that Vox and Valentino boasted was a rocky one, that much was certain. It was like a ticking time bomb— all was well for a while, and then one of them did something, and they broke up. And then they got back together. And broke up again. And got back together again.

This time, one thing had led to another, and Vox had packed his things and stormed out the instant he had repaired his screen. It was always serious when one of them actually left... and, this time, in specific?

Vox hadn't been planning on coming back.

He had come back, though. He always did. Valentino had reached out first, this time, and the two of them had got to talking. Val had pleaded that he would "give him anything", and Vox had thoughtlessly listed off Angel Dust. Val's number one star. The money maker.

The moth's most prized possession.

To Vox's utter shock, Val had actually agreed. Vox had said it as a test, a trial to see just how far Valentino would go to prove that he loved him— Vox didn't actually WANT Angel! He hated Angel! The spider was a homewrecker, always coming back to the Penthouse with Val when Val was supposed to be spending time with Vox.

... And now he was his? Forever? Or at least until Vox's pride wore out and he decided to mention to Val that this was just an experiment and he wasn't serious?

The future could be left to Future Vox to figure out. In the present, the situation was as follows: Val and Vox were back together. Valentino was extremely huffy about losing Angel to Vox, and he was being childish about it. Velvette found the whole thing slightly amusing. Vox had no idea what he wanted to do with Angel, but, given that he was still annoyed with Val, he'd decided that 'petty payback' was a good place to start.

Why not bring Angel back to the Penthouse to make Val jealous, just like Val had been doing for years? Then the moth would finally know how it felt to be jilted on date night-- something that Vox knew all too well not to feel good.

The Media Overlord currently found himself standing in his room, Angel Dust at his side, after the expected "how dare you!" conversation with Valentino had transpired in their main space.

Vox shut his door and paced past Angel, cyan teeth pressing together in a grimace.

"Now that we're alone, let's get one thing straight: I'm not gonna sleep with you," he said, matter-of-factly. "I don't care what you do, as long as it doesn't concern me."

Vox pointed a sharp-tipped finger at the blue and red sofa that existed a few feet away from the bed, and waved it at it.

"Entertain yourself. The remote is there, just watch TV or something. But keep it low. I'm gonna try to get some work done." He turned away, but then snapped back around a second later. "And don't do anything gross. It's my room."

[hashtagbiitch]

@bringsin you received a notification from velvette

velvette memes your muse accepting !

[harteatiing]

¥ angel wants a kiss

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey. // @bringsin

The Radio Demon's smile tightens at its edges, the snarl of his upper lip revealing those sharp, jagged teeth.

The flirtation is one thing-- Alastor has grown used to it. However, no matter how accustomed to someone he may have grown, his tolerance grows thin when his free will is disregarded.

He wants a kiss, he says. Fine. If Angel Dust is so intent on getting under his skin, he may as well give him a glimpse.

" Tell me, " Alastor approaches the other sinner, red eyes narrowing, glowing hot like coals in the steadily darkening lobby. A low reptilian hiss sneaks out past his grinning teeth, woven in amongst his words, one arched brow twitching in irritation. The overlord raises his microphone cane, hooking it around the taller man's neck and using it to tug him down to stand eye-to-eye. " Do you think this is cute ? Are you having fun playing this little game ? "

Sanguine claws draw their sharpened points along the spider's jaw tipping his chin upwards-- with just a bit more pressure, Alastor could tear through the skin; draw blood; stain him in enough red that perhaps next time, he would think twice about pushing. It would be easy.

But he doesn't. Their lips are close enough to touch when suddenly, Alastor lashes tendrils of darkness around Angel Dust's ankles. He steps back as those shadows yank in the opposite direction, intending to drop the other sinner flat on his face.

The Radio Demon's sneering smile widens as he blows a kiss to the other man-- fulfilling the issued command-- and twirls his cane as he begins to walk away, leaving the brat to be dragged off in the opposite direction.

" You know what they say about playing with fire, my good man ! AHAHAHAHAHAA ~ ! ! ! "

[the-smallest-star]

@bringsin

vel: i can help with that.

... why does he feel he'd regret it if he said yes.

[radioiaci]

@bringsin ▹ liked for a starter.

It is the presence of another in the kitchen that keeps Alastor from looking as sour as he feels this morning, nursing a heavy mug of coffee to hopefully peel away the exhaustion and throbbing headache he's been coping with for some hours now.

Sleep is ever the evasive creature.

But it will not do to be openly hostile to another of the residents - even if the resident in question is Angel Dust. The sinner grates on his nerves at the best of times, but Alastor remains blessedly silent as he peers quietly at the other from across the room. He says nothing, keeping his mouth occupied with his morning beverage, though there is the distinct buzz of radio interference that churns in the air around his head which may point to some of his evident discomfort.

He prays that it will not be mentioned.

[exalted-slaughter]

@bringsin continued from X.

“I doubt such a thing. It is probably the same ghoulish black hue as your Hellborn subjects, with how deeply the demonic rot has sunk itself into your body. Though sadly, I have never tasted the blood of a proper demon, so I have no way of knowing what yours might taste like if that is the case.”

Despite her foul words, she makes no overt move of violence or of any plans to try and shed the Queen’s blood herself. Instead she simply leers, grinning that same sadistic smile that is sure to send any common sinner screaming and scrambling to cram themselves into the closest hiding spot they can find. She crouches nearby, boots balanced on a ledge while her claws grip the stone, almost like she was trying to imitate a gothic gargoyle of human architecture.

“So then, Queen of Hell…What exactly is your plan now that you are back in your home?”

[von-eldritch]

@bringsin replied to your post “@bringsin said: smash or pass uh.........whoever...”:

LOONA AGGRESSIVELY FANNING HERSELF

"That a yes? 'Cause I've got some smudge-proof lipstick I've been meaning to test~"

[gutstaken]

@bringsin xxx

loona leaves the office without saying anything, leaving blitz's ranting and planning behind her, craving nicotine from all the chaos. she doesn't notice vortex until he shifts, looking up from her pack of cigarettes with some surprise, doing her best to not instantly feel flustered. "yeah," she agrees with a faint laugh, looking up at the bell. "can't remember who put it up." "you smoke?" she asks, lifting the pack while tucking one between her lips.

"Well ~ better on a door jamb than around your neck, I suppose." How those cat demons with the bell collars didn't lose their minds on the daily, he wouldn't know. Considering he only hears bells when her crew's door opens, he finds it tolerable. Welcoming even, considering there's not much else to do but read the ingredients of the snack machine's wares from across the room with his good eye when Verosika is nose deep in her violent romance novels just a wall away from his shift.

The question coaxes both his ears sideways, twitching in consideration before a shift inwards towards her approach and a soft chuckle accompanies the casual shake of his head.

"Cigars- sometimes. Why? You offering?"

[greedonya]

@bringsin said: “ and for the record: no. “ from lilith! / PROMPTS.

"Aw, Lilith, I didn't even say anything! I'm running the numbers in the ol' noggin and I've come to the conclusion. . ." Mulls it over with with haste. "You owe me an evening of your company. At the VERY least." Knocks the first woman with a bump of his hip. Sick with glee, Mammon jests to get his desire for her presence known.

Sure, she wasn't everyone's cup of tea. It was safe to assume Lilith held some distain for the fallen angel and the core built up from Greed; 10,000 years of her name falling off tongues dripped in malice was enough to put the safe expectation in Mammon. Not that the Angel paid any mind or insult. However, she really did derive a sense of jollity from being near the familiarity Lilith held. Enough to soften up.

"Let me guess, not today, Mammon! Psh-"