#does the valentino employee have a name too???

[strabiart]

he puts himself on airplane mode for a reason

Edit: surprise part 2

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[helluvapoison]

jealousy, jealousy

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: violence, off page murdah, suggestive themes, possessive behavior

18+ only

watch out for red flags in real life and read at your own discretion ♡

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The least jealous of the three, but that doesn’t say much, does it?

• Running an enterprise goes hand in hand with being an Overlord. Vox prides himself on being everywhere at once but he knows his limits. If wants to keep this cushy life he built, and you safe, he can’t spread himself too thin. That means occasionally cutting back on distractions

• So go out, have your fun— playtoys even! He’s not worried. Vox has literal eyes on you 24/7, access to your phone and all its contents, your lifeline is constantly synced to his peripherals. Really! He’s not worried!

• The problem arises when Vox feels threatened or undermined. If he’s in the same room, no one should even be looking at you! And if some sorry soul dared to touch you!? That’d be the last time they have hands

• “I’ve been looking for you!” He says from behind as his claws creep around your shoulders. He’ll ignore the Sinner, bringing your attention to him as security drags them away. You don’t need to know how jealous he can get

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Sharing, shockingly, is not in her vocabulary! Not outfits, not credit, not the spotlight and fucking especially not you

• You’re her favorite project, she so lovingly calls you, which is a giant compliment. She dresses you every day so if— for some hellish reason— you left her side, she knows she has a visual claim on you. Vel quickly snaps and posts a pic of the two of you together before you go, just to remind her audience the fact you’re spoken for! Don’t you feel safe? And stylish?

• Unlike her partners, Velvette can multitask so having you around the studio can be an everyday treat! Unfortunately she has to split her focus, occasionally crashing the conversation to a stop so she can snap at someone

• Her eyes are sharp, they pick up on every little detail and seldom miss a thing. No one in her workshop would even think about approaching you, unless Vel asked, so it was all too easy to spot that new-nobody-model break his neck to check you out

• You’ve seen Velvette reduce even the oldest, most thick skinned to a puddle of piss in the street with her words. She doesn’t give anyone the chance to touch what’s hers. She’s shameless and loud, stopping the inappropriate behavior from across the room if she has to, “Oy! You! You’re fuckin’ fired, get the fuck out of here ‘fore I set you on fire!”

• As they run for the elevator, she debates if the clothes they’re wearing are worth keeping or not. With a glowing finger she swipes them off the model anyways, stripping them of her brand… and their dignity

• Velvette marks the occasion with a kiss to your cheek, stained with black lipstick, and another posted picture with a clever caption

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Val invented jealousy

• He handles it as well as everyone expects

• It’s not limited to you, either! Business partners, employees, friends (if he has any left), play things, he’ll be up and arms about anything that belongs to him. There’s only one way to cut the cord tethered to him, and he’s always the one to decide how and when

• Val may have a lot of toys but you’re not one of them. You’re special— precious, actually!

• He has tabs on you at all times. Tracker in your phone, jewelry with his name on it, a bodyguard if he’s feeling particularly paranoid that day!

• Val also loves showing you off. Love bites are his favorite mark of ownership, he’ll show off wherever is most recent so be prepared to swat his hands away. Everyone can look, but only he can touch. He has four hands, one of them is on you at all times in public

• No one should manage to get in spitting distance of you— but if somehow they did and had the gall to talk to you… he’ll break their nose on the spot. He’d make quicker work with a gun, but then he’d get blood on you and he doesn’t want that

• “You’re so fuckin’ hot tonight, baby, look how clumsy you’ve made this idiot!” Val cackles, poorly masking his rage, “Seriously, I think you’re trying to get me riled up.” You open your mouth to deny it but he laughs again, carefully pulling you closer with both pairs of arms, “I’m only teasing!”

• Looming over you, Val shoots said idiot a murderous glare that gives them a five second head start. He’s yet to lose this game of chase. He always returns, clean as a crappy soap ad, to shower you in gifts in lieu of an apology for disappearing

[baldval]

VALENTINE'S DAY W HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, charlie, valentino, lucifer, adam, lute, alastor

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, slightly suggestive content if you're reading adam.

VOX:

𖹭 the place is absolutely decorated when you get up in the morning.

𖹭 i'm talking heart balloons, flowers, and rose petals all across the floor.

𖹭 when you come into the living room, he's still in his jammies and sitting on the couch.

𖹭 you loved when he looked like that, so carefree, a contrast from his usual self.

𖹭 "Vox, what's all this?" you ask smiling

𖹭 "it's all for you, obviously."

𖹭 he stands up and walks towards you, he lifts you up and spins you around.

𖹭 you place your hands on his chest as he gently lowers you back to the floor.

𖹭 "you deserve the entire world," he whispers.

𖹭 he plants a kiss on your lips and you instantly blush.

𖹭 with a foolish smile, he wishes you a happy Valentine's Day.

𖹭 you give him lots of kisses, leaving marks all across the screen.

𖹭 you say, "I have something for you."

𖹭 "you do?"

𖹭 "duh" you chuckle

𖹭 you were aware that Vox had his eye on this watch.

𖹭 it had this gorgeous crimsom strap that matched his tie. 𖹭 when he notices it, all he does is look at you. 𖹭 love obscuring his vision 𖹭 he's amazed that you're his. 𖹭 and he feels quite fortunate. 𖹭 he carefully places the watch on the counter. 𖹭 then gives you a kiss so intense you almost feel like you're actually in heaven.

CHARLIE:

𖹭 when you walk in to your room, there are roses on your desk.

𖹭 with an enormous chocolate box of course

𖹭 and a, quite long, love letter

𖹭 the fact that she can't wait to just see you and be able to actually hold you

𖹭 you're grinning broadly to yourself.

𖹭 and you joyfully shove chocolate after chocolate into your lips.

𖹭 she doesn't meet you in the lobby, like you thought she would.

𖹭 she appears at your room.

𖹭 "hi, babe," she exclaims, excited.

𖹭 she approaches and greets you with a kiss.

𖹭 "thank you so much for everything. you say to her, "I have something for you too, you know."

𖹭 she is unable to remove her lips from yours.

𖹭 you take something out of a desk drawer as you pull her into your lap. 𖹭 you pry it open, and she lets out a half-gasp.

𖹭 you were able to get her a unique, gorgeous necklace. 𖹭 at the center is a quite shiny heart. 𖹭 you help her put it on, and the chain fits neatly around her clavicle. 𖹭 she has what is probably the biggest smile you've ever seen. 𖹭 from now on you notice, she never, ever removes the necklace.

VALENTINO:

𖹭 extravagant king.

𖹭 his name is literally Valentine so of course he'll take the day off for you.

𖹭 you and him are hand in hand on a pier.

𖹭 he's obviously wearing his best clothes, and of course you are too.

𖹭 before you know it, it's just the two of you on a small yacht.

𖹭 and the necessary employees, but they're not the main focus.

𖹭 he lavishes you with presents

𖹭 chocolate, that perfect piece of jewelry, and a tiny plush animal that he says reminded you of him

𖹭 you share a meal on the balcony while chatting and having fun.

𖹭 all while playing footsie beneath the table.

𖹭 he seems to be focusing solely on you when you talk to him.

𖹭 because he really is, staring at you with adoration.

𖹭 with your backs against each other, you sit in the living room.

𖹭 your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers comb through your hair

𖹭 he breathes steadily and deeply.

𖹭 "i wouldn't really mind if this was all we did for the rest of our lives," he says

𖹭 you plant a kiss on his shoulder while gazing out to sea.

𖹭 "that wouldn't bother me either,"

𖹭 in some way, he draws you even nearer to him.

𖹭 he kisses your face all over

𖹭 "well that's great. since you're everything to me."

LUCIFER:

𖹭 truly a hopeless romantic

𖹭 his pissing in his underwear while waiting for you.

𖹭 you open the door and say hello to him.

𖹭 the ceiling and walls are illuminated by candlelight, creating a dim atmosphere.

𖹭 there are rose petals all over the path that leads to the living room.

𖹭 you walk slowly towards him.

𖹭 he's kinda just standing there.

𖹭 and it's pretty obvious he's nervous.

𖹭 he grabs hold of your hands and draws you in.

𖹭 "hey," he says, his voice cracking right away.

𖹭 "i missed you," you say

𖹭 he murmurs back, "yeah, I missed you too, so much."

𖹭 for a small instant, he remains silent.

𖹭 but he goes on after that.

"i love you so much, and i know we've talked about how we both want to get married. and, i'll be honest, i can't imagine my life without you, and i'm just so... so in love with you, and I'm sorry, I'm rambling, it's just-" he stops suddenly, taking a deep breath.

𖹭 as he drops to one knee, his hands follow your hips and sides. 𖹭 he takes out a tiny velvet box from inside his coat. 𖹭 you have mentioned getting married before. 𖹭 and you are well aware that he is pretty much your soulmate. 𖹭 and it's Valentine's Day, so of course, he's popping the question. 𖹭 and you naturally answer: "yes". 𖹭 he stands up rapidly, your lips colliding with his. 𖹭 he tightens his grasp around the small of your back. 𖹭 he will always hold onto you.

ADAM:

𖹭 the sun began to set on valentine's day.

𖹭 adam, as charming as they come, is dressed to impress.

𖹭 he strutted alongside you as you walked towards a bench.

𖹭 the bench had this incredible view of the sea.

𖹭 adam sat down right beside you, your thighs touching.

𖹭 the times where adam was in silence were not many, yet always impactful.

𖹭 you stared at the sun as he stared at you.

𖹭 his eyes were fixated on your face, analysing your features.

𖹭 "why are you looking at me like that?" you're blushing.

𖹭 "i got something for you." he avoids your gaze now.

𖹭 clearly, adam is not used to vulnerability.

𖹭 and there was something about him being with you that just made him feel seen.

𖹭 he takes out a small box.

𖹭 "it's nothing really" he says as you open it.

𖹭 inside there's a mixtape.

𖹭 you read the names of the songs, not recognising any.

𖹭 "are these yours?" he nods.

𖹭 "the last one is named after you, actually"

𖹭 you look at him, eyes wide open, surprised at his gesture.

𖹭 with a sly smile and a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned in to steal a kiss, your heart fluttering with excitement.

𖹭 "who knew the first guy to ever exist would be such a romantic?" you teased, unable to hide the fondness in your voice.

𖹭 "you should play the mixtape as we fuc-"

𖹭 "of course you had to ruin it" you chuckle as he smirks.

𖹭 he wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lay your head on his chest.

LUTE:

𖹭 she gives you several quick kisses to wake you up.

𖹭 "hey, sleepyhead. i need you up.

𖹭 you blink away the sleepiness, as she continues to plant lips on your cheeks and jaw.

𖹭 "come on, babe, we have a reservation," she whines.

𖹭 "a reservation, huh?"

𖹭 "yes, please get up right now."

𖹭 she puts on a sharp dress shirt and matching dress pants.

𖹭 she gives you a bouquet of your favorite flower as you meet her at the door.

𖹭 she takes one of the flowers, clips it, and tucks it behind your ear.

𖹭 you then walk to a close cafe, arm in arm.

𖹭 it isn't really that fancy but it is beautiful.

𖹭 the place is filled with tulips and it smells like what you figured spring would smell like.

𖹭 in a quiet space, a table is already prepared for the two of you.

𖹭 you two laugh while eating breakfast.

𖹭 you two could chat for hours on end and never get bored.

ALASTOR:

𖹭 he's just getting started with all of this relationship stuff.

𖹭 he had no one to share valentine's with before to this year.

𖹭 thus, he is anxious and perplexed.

𖹭 but of course he will do everything in his power to hide it, keeping his smile to appear calm.

𖹭 after work, he brings a bouquet home with him.

𖹭 they are your favourite colour and flower.

𖹭 because of course he knows every single thing that you love.

𖹭 and he brings cake instead of chocolate.

𖹭 "aw, Alastor." you blush

𖹭 "well, i didn't find any chocolate boxes shaped like hearts, but i did find a cake shaped like a heart."

𖹭 you chuckle

𖹭 but it doesn't truly bother you

𖹭 quietly, he says, "i made sure to get your favorite flavor, and i swear there's no human parts in this"

𖹭 "it may not be much, but it is what I could find,"

𖹭 you interrupted him with a kiss.

𖹭 "Alastor" you say his name and his eyes flutter.

𖹭 "i don't think you could ever guess how happy you make me"

𖹭 he feels like his heart is trying to burst out of his chest. 𖹭 he draws you into a close embrace. 𖹭 you spend the evening eating cake and snuggling on the couch.

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day two of kinktober! This took me all day and it's not even edited. (I love working retail) Considering this and the fact I am rusty with writing, and don't write smut- there are 100% mistakes.

Regardless, I still wrote it!

Tags/warnings: Sex pollen/aphrodisiac, Love Potion, reader nearly gets drugged, Vox drinks the drugged drink instead, Valentino is here and speaks like once, blowjob, face fucking, dub-con potentially? Word Count: 2,040

Vox was thoroughly bored.

He was entertaining Valentino and Velvette by accompanying the two to the newest club that had opened under the Vees’ name. These types of joints weren’t his favorite, especially when he knew he had work to do. The sinners attempting to fawn over him were also starting to grate on his nerves. How many times did he have to show that he wasn’t interested for them to get the hint?

“Ooo, look who’s at the bar, Voxxy.” Valentino purred into his ear, pointing with his cigarette holder.

Vox begrudgingly looked over not expecting to see anyone or anything worthwhile. But then he saw you, right next to the person Valentino was pointing out. Vox recognized you instantly. You were an employee, working just underneath his own assistant. His eyes narrowed as he took in your frown and bored expression. You looked like you were having as much fun as he was- none at all. You were clearly with the person who Valentino had his eyes on, but you looked disinterested, like you had been dragged here. Vox watched as you waved off your friend as they headed towards the dance floor.

He found himself shifting on the couch next to Val, growing slightly restless as he watched a sinner approach you and offer to buy you a drink. He couldn’t hear what was being said, being too far away. But Vox knew he didn't like the person who was interacting with you. Vox watched you for a moment more, his gaze never wavering.

“Vox…Vox!” Valentino hissed, trying to get his attention.

Finally he relented his attention, eyes snapping back towards the moth demon, his face twisting with a scowl, “What, Val?”

Valentino gave him a knowing look, quirking an eyebrow. “Oh I see, found yourself a prize, hmm? Well you better go grab them before he does.”

Vox looked back over towards you, in time to see the sinner that was pestering you, pull out a vile of something. Something he quickly realized was the Love Potion Velvette and Valentino had developed. He found himself standing quickly, compelled by something in him he didn’t want to digest. His steps were fast- hurried, as he walked over to you, never letting you out of his sight.

Vox stepped up beside the man who had just drugged  the drink he had bought for you.

The sinner turned around, annoyed at being interrupted only to pale as he recognized Vox.

“Leave.” Vox growled, his voice low and angry.

He watched the sinner scurry away with cold eyes. When he was out of sight, Vox turned to you, his gaze intense.

“You should be more careful.” He said, his voice still low but considerably softer.

You hadn’t been expecting your boss of all people to save you from that annoying sinner, but regardless, you were thankful.

“Thank you.” You breathed, “For getting rid of that asshole, he wasn’t taking a hint.”

“I’d say.” Vox commented, watching as you brought the drink to your lips.

Panic surged through him as he watched you, his hand quickly pulling the drink from your own grasp. He slammed the drink down, grimacing at the strong taste of liquor and the sickeningly sweet taste of the Love Potion.

“What the fuck, sir?” You exclaim, your brows knitted in confusion and annoyance at him stealing your drink.

Vox swayed, the effects of the drug beginning to kick in. “It was drugged.”

Your eyes widened in realization, horror running through you as you grappled with the fact that you were almost drugged. Which morphed into more horror as you realized Vox had just drank the entire thing. You stood up, your hands reaching for him as his eyes fluttered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered, biting your lip.

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know what the effect of the drug was or how it would affect Vox. He was an Overlord, surely it wouldn’t affect him like it would have affected you?

You swallowed, forcing yourself to take a deep breath to calm your nerves. “Sir, do you think you can teleport back to V-Tower?”

Vox’s mind was swimming, his senses swirling in a dizzying array. Your voice sounded distant and your touch on his biceps felt electrifying. But he managed to understand what you were asking. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you against him as he teleported.

The two of you stumbled out of a camera right outside of his penthouse suite. Vox let you go in favor of catching himself against the wall. You just barely managed to stay upright, never having traveled through electricity before. You hadn’t even been aware that Vox could take anyone along with him when he did that. You spin around, your eyes finding Vox’s already on you.

“Sir?” You implore, taking a step towards him, “Are you alright?”

He groaned, shaking his head. “No. Fuck! No, I’m not.”

You watched him stumble towards the doors before following after him. You were the reason Vox was now drugged, it was only reasonable you made sure that he was okay. You wrapped your arm around him, trying your best to support some of his weight.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You say softly, slowly moving towards where you thought his bedroom might be.

Vox seemed conscious enough to help you out, walking on his own for the most part.

He collapsed onto his bed, closing his eyes. He was aware that you were standing over him, nervous and unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to leave him. Not in this state. He cracked an eye open, his hands moving down to unbuckle his belt. You watched, your face flushing as he began to remove his pants. You turn away, unsure of why you had even been watching him in the first place.

The sound of fabric being removed fills your ears making your face heat up even further.

“Are you okay…” You begin to ask again, not sure exactly what to say or do for that matter.

“Come here.” Came his voice, sounding surprisingly clear despite still being under the influence of the drug.

You glance back towards him, your eyes widening when you see he had managed to kick off his pants and boxers, leaving him exposed.

“S-Sir!” You exclaim, averting your gaze from his hard-on.

Was that the effect of the drug, you wondered? Still, you stepped closer towards him, intent on helping him with whatever he needed. You come to stand beside him, keeping your eyes firmly on his face.

“Do you need help?” You ask, slightly meekly, not sure how to approach this situation.

A smirk formed on his face, his eyes flickering open again. “Are you offering?”

You nod, “Whatever you need, sir. It’s my fault you’re in this mess, afterall. I can… help you get your shoes off? Or your shirt maybe?”

He sighed, shifting on the bed, his hips rising up. “I need help with this.”

Your eyes were drawn to his erection again and you shake your head, biting your lip. “Vox?” You broke, finally using his name.

“I know what the drug is, I know its effects. Because I’m an Overlord it won’t affect me as badly, but I’ll still need your help.”

You swallow down your nerves, not sure what to make of this situation. “I don't… I don't want to take advantage of you.” You finally say.

He chuckles, meeting your gaze. “Trust me, I'm conscious enough to know what I'm asking. Besides, it'll be worse if you don't help me.”

You take another tentative step forward, still keeping your attention on his face. “Worse how?”

“If I don't cum soon, the effects are just going to worsen. It'll get painful and I might lose control with someone else.” His voice was strained, sweat beginning to bead of his digital visage.

You could see the strain in Vox's shoulders, his teeth clenching as he struggled to maintain control over his body, over the effects of the drug.

“Okay.” You whisper, kicking off your shoes and climbing onto his bed.

The Overlord breathed a sigh of relief at your acceptance, which quickly turned into a moan as your hand wrapped around his cock. He watched you, his eyes growing half lidded, never leaving your face as you leaned towards his erection. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, after all you were about to suck off your boss in the comfort of his own home. The idea sent a thrill running through your body, lighting a fire in your core.

You kitten licked the precum off his slit, swirling your tongue around his tip. You were attentive, slow in the licks you made up his shaft, slowly dampening his cock. Every groan from Vox made you bolder, encouraging you to continue pleasuring him. Your mouth closed around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around him and sucking lightly.

“Fuccck.” He groaned, his hips lifting, his cock slipping deeper into your mouth.

You pull back slightly before sinking back down onto his cock. Each pass you take more and more of him into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck, just like that.” Vox moaned, his hand coming to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair.

You hum around his cock, allowing him to push you down further until you choke. You pull off him completely, drool dripping down your chin as you catch your breath. When you were ready you took him back into your mouth, your tongue sliding and caressing the bottom side of his cock. His length twitched in your mouth, the tip hitting against your throat causing you to gag. You swallowed around him, tears biting the edges of your eyes as he began to thrust into your mouth. You were forced to breathe through your nose, which was hard in itself as each thrust pressed your nose against his skin.

“You look so beautiful sucking my cock.” He muttered, “maybe I should promote you to sucking me off full time.”

His words caught you off guard, making you laugh and subsequently choke around his cock. You pulled off of him, coughing for a few moments.

“You okay, Doll?” Vox asked, his voice slightly less strained.

Your breath was ragged as you finally stopped coughing.

“Don't make me laugh when I'm sucking you off.” You scold softly, a smile taking over your face despite yourself.

Vox brushed your hair out of your face, his touch tender. His thumb gently stroking over your cheek.

“Sorry.” He apologizes after another beat.

Your expression softens and you smile again. “It's okay.”

You lean back down, once again taking him into your mouth. His cock was heavy against your tongue, warm from a mixture of his body heat and your mouth.

You added your hand to the mix, pumping his length in time with your mouth. Vox's groans grew louder, his hips stuttering as his hand tightened in your hair again. You lost yourself in the act of pleasuring him, almost zoning out as you kept a steady rhythm.

“Fuck.” He gasped above you, his voice hoarse and wavering slightly.

You broke from your stupor at his curse, recognizing that he was close. You doubled your efforts, taking him deeper. His cock-head hit the back of your throat but you swallowed around him. At the sensation, his hand pushed your head down as he thrust upwards, finding his release.

“Fuucccck!” His voice glitched out, in time with his seed hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off him slowly, allowing him to finish in your mouth. You swallowed his release, not knowing what else to do.

“Oh shit.” Vox said, his eyebrows raising in surprise, his cock twitching as it hardened again.

You meet his gaze, “How are you feeling?”

He flashed a cocky smile, “Like a million bucks. The effects will lessen now, thank you, my dear.”

You felt your face flush at his words. “R-right.”

He chuckled, reaching up to cup your face again. “Don’t go shy on me now, doll. I still plan to fuck you.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

You were in for a long night.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hiiiiii Scoutttt, could you do a chauffeur y/n getting hit on by maybe a Vees worker or just some random demon if you haven’t done so already? I’m in the mood for some chaos! >:3333 thanks bestie <3333

Jealousy

PolyVees x Gn!Chauffeur!Reader

TW:Valentino and jealousy. Mentions of being possessive.

A/N: KAISER!!! Of course I can bestie!~

As the Vee’s personal chauffeur no one really bothers you or they are too afraid to come up to you (that’s why your social media exists /j) so if you did have any suitors..it’s possibly a rare occurrence that they have the confidence to stroll up to you and near the Vee’s. So it’s most likely a worker under one of the Vee’s. 

But oh boy, once those three get wind of it? OOO YOU ARE IN FOR A REAL TREAT BBY. They claim they are above a simple fact of jealousy but none are. All three are jealous fuckers and they love your attention so if your attention is not on them 25/8 then what the fuck are you doing? You’re hurting their feelings!

But finding out it’s one (or multiple) of their employees? Pisses them off. 

Valentino is by far the worst one of the three to get jealous. He gets hella possessive of you and your time, but mostly you. He goes all out making sure if you are near him, that you are his and he is yours. No one else is allowed to even fucking breathe near you. He’s also sitting you on his lap and purring in your ear the whole time, telling you how hot it would be just to see you wearing something he gifted you, make sure everyone knows your his. Don’t worry about the person who flirted with you! They are dead.

Velvette is the second highest jealous person in the Vee’s. She isn’t up there with Valentino cause he is his own breed. But she is a very jealous lady because she doesn’t share. The only exception? She's sharing with the other two and that’s already pissing her off. But once she finds out it’s an employee? She’s firing them (they are lucky she isn’t killing them), slandering their name and reputation before going back to whatever she was doing with you. For the next couple of days, she’s gonna be near you more and if she can’t be? You're wearing her brand and her colors.

Vox is much more chill than the other two but he does get hella jealous at times. Like. Almost Valentino levels. So he’s also very possessive but he’s not gonna make his presence known until they lay hands on you. Then? He pops up and drags you away as the employee gets fired by electrocution. Like Velvette, he’s gonna stick with you the whole day and treat you to any and everything. He’s a lowkey sugar daddy. He also pulls you onto his lap if he sits somewhere cause he wants to show you off even if you just want to go take a nap somewhere.

[colourstreakgryffin]

If you take Request for Stories / One-Shots, what about Velvette finds a lost Demon Child took it in and now has to deal with not only a very clingly toddler but also two Vee Uncles who annoy her with Ideas of making more Power and a good Name Image for the Vees newest Member? ^^

Haha. Awww. A solo Velvette as basically a ‘Mom’. I mean, I did do Dad Vox and Dad Valentino. Why not end it with Vel. Alrighty! Let’s try this out, shall we?

Velvette- Hourly Craze

Velvette’s a social media-obsessed teenager at the depths of her soul so when she finds a lost tiny demon toddler in her disposable ‘fashion’ bin, she was holding you out in front of her and going around asking ‘who’s baby is this?’. She doesn’t like babies!

Eventually, Velvette has to bring the baby… being you, into the Vees Tower and almost begged Vox and/or Valentino to take you instead but both decline rather quickly, leaving her STUCK with this brat! She was so pissed

So, when Velvette brought you back to her personal tower with how unhappy she is over this problem she’s in, she just threw you at her crowd of shaky employees hastily and ordered them to look after you. Continuing on, still on her phone and not caring

Although, Velvette begins to feel weird… very weird. She doesn’t get why but she is thinking about you, thinking about where you are. How you feel, what you’re doing or what you’re in but she tries and does well to ignore it

Velvette, after a few days, ends up way too frustrated with her own thoughts and wonder, to ignore them anymore so she finds whichever one of her employees that have you and demand you back. She doesn’t know what to do but she’s taking you anyway

Velvette, by the time she has you back, doesn’t know what to do with a infant so she struggles on how to look after you, even how to feed you so she has to rely on internet and social media and frequent calls to her friends on how to figure this out

Velvette struggles to adapt to your routines. Why are you always waking up SO early in the morning?! She gets so mad but then again, she looks at your face as she picks you up and her heart melts and she calms down instantly then this repeats

Velvette gets puffy a lot when you don’t eat your food or wonder out of your room but it’s because she has no experience with children but whenever she yells at you for annoying her, she instantly regrets it and apologises over and over and hugs you as you cry in her arms

Velvette cannot say she loves you but she doesn’t necessarily hate you either. She just kinda is now passively dealing with you, yet, she hates anybody else being near you nor even touching you so her relationship with this little toddler called you is a bit complicated

Velvette is always just a bit alarmed when she finds you clung onto her. She doesn’t know why you love her so much but than again, she appreciates it and has grown to like it too much to just stop it as whilst she has to half limp around to do her duties, it’s because you’re clung on her leg

Velvette will totally raise you as a iPad baby but she is also the same type to filter the shit out of the internet access so you’ll never ever find anything bad and if you do, she’ll force Vox to make a heavily modified tech piece for you to keep you safe from internet dangers

Velvette has grown more and more to liking you. She is not the best caretaker mother ever but she does actually try yet she isn’t that competent, however, she has her employees and her phone to help satisfy your needs better

Velvette likes to dress you up, put you adorable little outfits she either makes for her latest fashion lines or a piece of her own style that’s a direct copy, to fit you perfectly so you match her. She finds it pretty cute and she can’t help but takes pictures of whatever she dresses you in then shows it to her employees as a ‘learning’ moment since you rock the look better

Yes, Velvette does take pictures of you and posts them on her Voxtagram and many other social media platforms as she is quite proud of how cute and precious you are. You’re the cutest toddler in Hell and she wants everybody to know you’re hers!

Velvette gets quite pissy at Vox and Valentino for bothering her about you. Just leave you alone and trust me, she isn’t gonna be quiet about those feelings, she doesn’t like it when they even try to mention that raising you to be the next Vee would help raise more power. That isn’t happening

Velvette will absolutely name you something staring with ‘V’, such as ‘Vance’ or ‘Vienna’ or ‘Vernee��� as soon as she can. She just thinks ‘V’ fits you much better

Velvette may not know what she feels but she loves you, she really does love you. She is kinda rocky with caring for you but she is trying her best

“Babycakes! Come here! Yes! Look at the phone, come to the phone! Come to Momette! Good bubba! You’re doing it! Yes, this is perfect for my Voxtagram”

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ fish out of water

Summary: Vox was getting fed up with how Val keeps ignoring him for Angel Dust and needs an outlet to vent his frustrations on. Luckily, his assistant can help him with that

Warnings: 18+, first time blow-job, dub-con

Notes: Vox's assistant's name is Lee

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT” Vox threw his mug of freshly brewed coffee on a monitor, completely breaking it, causing hot liquid and sharp glass to spill everywhere in his office. He watched as Valentino was fucking Angel into oblivion again, that pimp knows Vox is watching. Was this some kind of game to him? A way to make Vox jealous? He didn't know and didn't care. All he knew is that he needed to fuck someone and now.

“Lee, come to the broadcasting ASAP” He hung up the phone and waited for his glorified pet to arrive. Breathing heavily, he pulled up a feed and found his fish traversing the halls with a nervous expression. He always was timid and shy, it makes them easier to control without excessive force and constant hypnosis. Vox tapped his foot on the floor as it took Lee one minute and ten seconds to arrive. The sinner knew not to make Vox wait. Swiveling around in his chair, he watched as he leaned back on the chair, screen resting on his hand as the large door opened up.

And there he was. His little errand boy. His little assistant to make all his schedules and appointments and shit he didn't want to deal with. Lee looked up nervously and adjusted his glasses as he walked across the very long and narrow walkway. One slip-up, and He was toast. He quickly made his way closer to Vox, gulping as the fish could sense that he wasn't in a good mood.

“What did you uh…need sir?” Lee asked in that nasally voice, his nervousness becoming even more apparent. Vox sighed from exasperation and pointed in front of him on the floor.

“Kneel” The television man watched as Lee's eyes went wide, very shocked at the command. Leaning forward, he watched and listened to the very confused man stumble over his words with a worried expression on his face.

“Wh-why do I have to kneel?” He gripped his clipboard as Vox stood up with a fuming face, easily towering over the former, now using the clipboard as a sort of shield. Without speaking, the Overlord grabbed ahold of his head and dragged him closer to the seat before shoving him to the ground. He wasn't hurt majorly, but his knees took a good brunt on the fall. Looking up with fear, he knew what his boss wanted, and that brought a smile to Vox's face.

“I want you to suck my dick. Now do it or you're fired” Lee made a choking sound as he shook his head rapidly, not wanting to make his boss mad as he gently set his clipboard down on the floor. Vox watched as the man was still very hesitant about this, being far too slow for his liking as Lee carefully grabbed onto the top of his pants. Growling, the overlord grabbed his hands, which made him yelp, and forced him to quickly undo his belt and zipper. The walking television screen shrugged off his pants and underwear with ease. His electric blue cock stood at full mast, hard and throbbing as he stared down at his assistant with an impatient face.

“What are you waiting for? I don't have all day” Lee inhaled as he shakily got closer to his boss, gripping Vox's thighs as he figured out what to do. He's a virgin, Vox knows this. Vox also knows that he's watched porn occasionally when he thinks he's alone and doesn't last. He knows how to suck a dick even if he's never done it personally. 

Vox watched as he gave a small lick on the tip, a kitten lick really, and then he gave another. The assistant gulped as he looked up the one who does his paychecks. Lee knew this was an abuse of power, but he would never admit that he had sexual fantasies with this man. But he wanted to stay working for Vox, however this scenario was not one he ever imagined. As he was starting to give another small lick- Vox pushed his head into his dick, causing his employee to choke on the length as his mouth was shoved around the member. 

“There ya go. Gonna have to train you but that's ok. Now go on, suck” Lee felt tears prick his eyes as he gripped onto lean thighs, trying to adjust for the size that now penetrated his mouth. Staring up at the screen, he thought about how this was kind of hot, being dominated by someone higher in power than him. Struggling to breath, he started to slowly bob his head back and forth, trying to recall how the women did it in Val's films. Slowly but surely- Lee was gaining a good rhythm, too focused on making sure he was pleasing his boss, he didn't see how Vox's face was slipping into one of sinful relaxation.

“Mmm fuck…” The Overlord breathed out, hand drifting to his employee's hair as he tugged on it a little, signaling Lee that he was doing a good job. Vox was starting to slowly enjoy this as his assistance got a little faster, but not fast enough. Gripping his hair, Vox pumped his head back and forth, shoving his face fully up to his pelvis and back. After a few pumps, the man let go as Lee understood that he wanted to be rougher, so he adjusted and started going faster. The fish felt his cock growing hard himself, pre-cum leaking onto his boxers as he continued to suck on his boss.

“Yeah that’s it you whore” Vox moaned as his back started to arch, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to release as pre-cum dripped down Lee’s throat. Hand never leaving the fluffy hair, he felt himself building up before a wave of electricity sparked from his body, electrified cum spurting into his assistant’s mouth as he rode his orgasm, closing his eyes in the process.

“FUCK” He yelled as he was coming down from his high, breathing slowing down as Lee pulled off of the cock, neon blue cum spilling all over his face as he looked up at Vox, breathing heavy with doe eyes. Vox opened his eyes and looked down at his pet, his pet now turned sexual fuck toy whenever Val wasn’t paying attention to him. That pimp has Angel Dust? Well- Vox has him. Leaning down, he gently grabbed the man’s chin and lifted it up, wiping off the excess cum as he looked down with a smirk.

“Something tells me you enjoy sucking on your boss’ dick” Vox taunted, causing Lee to shake his head in denial as he stumbled back, hands supporting him. His employer stood up and put back his underwear and pants back on. Sitting back down in his chair, he swiveled back to the wall of monitors as he pulled one down and opened up a schedule of his television shows. Lee just watched, not sure what to do.

“Get the fuck up and leave, I’ll call you tonight and do not be late” The fish said nothing as he gathered his bearings, cradling his clipboard as he shakily stood up and hurriedly existed the broadcast room.

[bunnies-go-hop-hop]

"Bunny, Bunny, Bunny You're so funny, With your twitching nose!"

"Bunny, Bunny, Bunny You're so funny From your head to your toes.."

"Bunny, Bunny, Bunny Your ears are funny They're too big for you~!"

Heya! Mod Blaze here with another blog, this time a Poppy Playtime one!

Mod's Main - @autistic-lesbianism

Since I don't know but about Hoppy I will be making head canons and going off what I do know for now so just bear with me here

My AU/headcanons:

Hope/Hopscorch/Via is was 15 when she her soul got stuffed, she is 20 now.

Hoppy pulls at her ears when stressed although it tears her ears and makes blood come out which makes her lose her hearing.

Hoppy is bisexual & asexual but prefers girls, she also uses she/them. Hopscorch is omnisexual and polyamorous. Via is lesbian & trans(mtf).

She acts like the mother to most of the smiling critters cause she had a little sister and brother when she was alive and her parents never took care of her and her little siblings so she acted like their mother.

Hoppy doesn't like talk about her own problems cause she doesn't want to be a burden.

Hoppy, Hopscorch, & Via gives kisses as a form of affection for their friends.

Hoppy is able to hold all her friends up with one arm, she is very strong for a bunny.

This was set before Hopscorch was killed in a 2nd fire by Catnap.

Hopscorch survived the first fire Catnap put her into, but lost an ear causing her to lose half her hearing in the process.

Hopscorch also lost her eye due to The Prototype scratching it out.

Via's deadname is Valentino, she likes the name but hates when people call her by her deadname, she takes is as a form of disrespect.

Via has green bunny ears and burns to show she is the soul of hopscorch, she does not have a tail though.

Hopscorch has no real reaction to tickling, since the fire burned off most of her nerves

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Other smiling critter blogs you should go follow!!

@the-crafty-unicorn - Craftycorn @the-cool-chicken - Kickin' Chicken @theokitty - Theo/Catnap escaped the Prototype killing him AU @acat-foryournap - Big Catnap @that-sunny-pup - Dogday & Big Dogday/Solar @bearhugs-from-bobby - Bobby Bearhug @kickinchicken-survivor - Big KickinChicken @the-wax-winged-employee - Icarus @dogday-shines-bright - Dogday @isolatecraftcornau - Big Crafty

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Hoppy Family/Other Hoppys:

@hoppyhopscotch1 - Lesbian Hoppy Hopscotch (Sister) @hoppy-hopscotch - Asexual Hoppy Hopscotch (Sister) @hoppyhopscotchs-blog - Normal Hoppy (Sister)

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Dating info so far:

@hoppyhopscotch1 & @the-crafty-unicorn are dating

My hopscorch & @kickinchicken-survivor are dating

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Info from game:

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Idea of what Hopscorch looks like:

Name & Artwork both made by the lovely @mailman-fritzarald, go follow them they are pretty cool!!

Another example of Hopscorch:

Art work made by the lovely @blanca815, go check them out, they make amazing artwork!! <33

Picrews I made of Via:

[voxtek-time]

@radioaf gets a surprise holiday drabble!

Happy holidays! Since my television man seems intent on annoying your Alastor in threads, here's a nice festive drabble to make up for it XD enjoy!

Standing outside the shop window - like so many of the sinners he sells his own products to - Vox can only think that he should leave. It's stupid of him to be here, stupid of him to linger, especially when what he's lingering to look at in the first place is ridiculous.

The whole situation is ridiculous. He's supposed to be out of the tower to do work. It's different work than his usual survelliance, and he doesn't like showing up to launch products in person, but it has to be done. It's good for sales if Vox makes the effort to be seen out and about at least once at this time of year. That's what he's doing, and it's all he's doing. All he's meant to be doing, at any right.

Unfortunately, the overlord keeps getting distracted. His gift preperation has been taken care of by Valentino and Velvette both choosing their own gifts, but Vox can't seem to convince himself that he doesn't need to get something else. Something that isn't for either of the other Vees, and something he would have to choose himself.

And really, a radio is way too on the nose, and also, totally redundant. Even if it does look vintage and fancy. Shaking his head to dislodge the idea, Vox wills himself to walk away from the shop window. He is not getting Alastor a present.

They might be on better terms now than in recent years, but better terms aren't good. It would be foolish of Vox to get too involved.

Keeping his feet moving in the direction of the tower, Vox tells himself the thought alone was more than enough. He tells himself to keep Alastor at arms length. No good can come from allowing him closer, not when he could vanish again without so much as a word. It works. He's able to cover a good amount of ground, pace even and eyes fowards...for the most part.

It's a simple glance to the side that is Vox's undoing. One glance turns into Vox stopping dead on the pavement, looking back at the window and staring. Practically looking back at him is something perfect. Though it's untied, simply folded and laid over a matching pocket square, the bow tie seems to scream Alastor.

He can see that the fabric is good quality without needing to feel it; the look of it is enough. That alone would be enough to draw the eye, but the intricate black stitching winding patterns over the deep, bloody red of the fabric, it's elegant in the most fitting way. Sophisticated and powerful all at once.

Vox shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. He needs to go back to the tower, shut himself away in his office, and stay there until this whole blasted season is over and every stupid idea about giving Alastor a present can fuck right off out of his head for another year.

He does go back to the tower.

But he goes back with a box tucked into his jacket, and he only pulls it out when he can grab one of his low-level employees in private.

"Deliver this. Quickly and discreetly. Not a word to anyone, and if you're seen..." He lets the threat hang unspoken in the air, and after a frantic nod, he's alone.

He left the tag unsigned. Only Alastor's name decorating it. Buying it was enough, attaching his name was too much, and unnecessary besides.

With it out of his hands, Vox can forget about it. Now, he can go to his office and stay there, avoiding his stupidity and whatever consequences it might bring.

Except when he gets there, he clearly isn't the first. The room is empty, that much is true, but along with his usual keyboard and monitors, there's a box sitting on his desk. It's neatly wrapped, obviously a gift, even topped with a bow.

There isn't a tag.

It doesn't need one.

The warmth that flows through Vox is enough.

[abnormaldemisexual]

Violetta works with The Vees, not by contract. She's kind of the "middleman" and only ever works with Velvette if she asks her too. They sell her wool, which is a lot of profit from people wanting yarn and degenerates. She makes a sweet syrupy fluid that they sell as well, and it's great on pancakes! She's light on her hooves so Vox got her that Bell collar.

Velvette sees her as annoying but takes into consideration that she deals with Val and Vox's tantrums less because of her. She's pretty good at keeping them from going apeshit, knowing how to stroke their egos...so to speak. She looks good in a lot of her outfits. (Calls her Wooly Bitch if she can't remember her name, )

Vox, who she mostly works for when Valentino doesn't need her, is "fond" of her. She's surprisingly adept in technology, and knows her place. Loving the worship she gives him. They have a lot of arguments and disagreements, all of which lead to some good angry fucking. (He calls her Flossy even though she hates it, his actual nickname for her is Viola. She calls him Flatscreen Fuckboy for good measure.)

Valentino, who she really works for, is questionably attached to her. Nefarious reasons or not. Reasoning for her being his second best employee. She's great on camera, loves the job, and an absolute crazy bitch because she loves the pain he dishes out. Despite her cutesy look she's a hardy and strong demon. (Sweet Sucker is her stage name, Val calls her Sweetness in privet, and Pastel Whore outside of that. She calls him Shepard Valentino or Mr. Valentino, he never told her to. She just does and he loves it.)

With her not being under contract they actually don't know what her powers are, they'd be worried if she wasn't such a submissive ewe.

Exactly what she wants them to think:

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Putting this back on here because there's actually some canon character talk in this one that's vaguely related to the core conceit of RAM.

@storm-ismyusername

Ooh Husk & Ondine’s relationship is deliciously awful! I wanna see Husk get punched in the face so bad!!! (Angel too!!) You can really see Sarah’s people pleaser attitude on full display, and her incredible lack of self worth.

It’s definitely not as bad as Angel and Val’s relationship, but it just makes her feel… empty. It’s complicated. Ondine doesn’t actually want Husk or most of the other people she sleeps with, but the fact that none of them truly care about her outside of the whole sugar daddy/baby roleplay hurts. She feels hollow, wanting someone to make her feel safe and loved and respected, but “knowing” that’s not going to happen. She has her family, her job isn’t the worst thing in the world— she should just be grateful that things aren’t worse (the influence of Vox’s bad parenting is making itself known. He believed that if you had all your basic needs met (and even surpassed), you had no right to complain about being unhappy. Sarah internalized that philosophy after seeing it used against her mother and brother so many times. Her dad liked her best because she never complained, so just… never complain).

Does Niffty have an opinion on her?

Not really. She’s beneath her notice. Ondine’s not the only employee Husk sleeps with on occasion, just the one who’s been around the longest. Niffty might not even know her name, just her face. She thinks she’s pretty, but not pretty enough to ask to lend out for a modeling gig unless someone else cancelled at the very last minute. Niffty’s got her pick of gorgeous sinners willing to fight to the death to model for her, she doesn’t need some “showgirl” of Husk’s.

If Husk eventually lost his soul to Alastor how would Sarah react? (What would Fineas and Helen’s thoughts be? How would Angel and Niffty react to Husk losing his Overlord status? What would Valentino and Velvette think about it?)

Depends on how Husk and Alastor’s deal works exactly. It’s not clear if Husk lost everything to Alastor or if he’s just forced to follow his orders. “I sold my soul to save my power” implies he still has it, but Husk doesn’t act like he was taken away from anything particularly important when Alastor came back in canon. Alastor could own everyone Husk once did; he could either leave them where they are or let them go do as they please (still under contract with him, of course). Husk might still technically own his casino and contracts, but can’t access them now because Alastor won’t let him. Not sure.

Whatever the circumstances, reactions to Husk’s downfall would be generally the same. Ondine, Fineas, and Helen are disoriented— Ondine’s out of a job now, but maybe “freedom” will help her be less unhappy? Ondine pities Husk for falling into the Radio Demon’s clutches, but it’s clearly time for her to move on. Angel would be beyond pissed at Alastor. Niffty’s either upset and angry that Husk took such a stupid risk, or is too busy recovering from her broadcast to understand what’s going on. Val and Vel are just watching from the sidelines. Val might’ve done business with Husk in the past before his own downfall since they arrived in Hell only two years apart, but he doesn’t particularly care about him. Just another one of Alastor’s victims. Velvette’s trying to figure out what this’ll mean for the big picture; Al’s picking off her boss’ friend group one by one. Why? Does Alastor have an end game or is he just crushing people who step to him?

A random possibility: Vox is caught off-guard when Alastor presents him with a “gift” for his decades of loyal service (not sure how he would know/recognize Vox’s family enough to pick them out, but shhhh)

@storm-ismyusername

1 - How does 60sMindbreak!Vox condition different from regular RAM? (Can he remember specific events? Is he less scatterbrained and distractible? Does he break less things while at the hotel?)

Vox would probably be significantly more mellow than his main RAM counterpart. He's still distractible, high-energy, and struggles with short-term memory, but he's far more stable. There's not a 50 year gap in his memory, he doesn't have the trauma of the torture or his confinement to grapple with, and he's more or less acclimated to the way his mind works now. No one's afraid that he's going to suddenly fall apart for no clear reason and set the building on fire in this verse– he's just Alastor's offbeat, old-fashioned friend/lackey who probably shouldn't be left alone for long periods of time.

2 - Since Alastor broke Vox before he became an Overlord does he have less powers/is weaker than regular RAM?

It's sort of a weird situation. They're equal in terms of power level since neither has any active contracts anymore, but their levels of experience are difference. Main RAM Vox had become very adept at using his powers before the broadcast, after which he lost control over them, although there's still a bit of "muscle memory" there. 60s Vox never had those years of refining his powers, but he isn't starting from scratch like main Vox is. Not sure who would be more powerful since it's not exactly clearcut.

3 - How is Vox's relationship with Velvette different from canon? How is Valentino's relationship with Velvette different from canon?

My interpretation of canon Vox and Vel's relationship is that he's her mentor. He respects her abilities, but still can be a bit condescending to her. Velvette sees him as old (despite his best efforts) and kind of cringey, but she also recognizes that he's incredibly clever and his advice is worthwhile. For Valentino and Velvette, I think Valentino's opinion of Velvette changes with his mood. Sometimes he thinks she's cool and fun, other times she's a spoiled bitch who needs to get off her high horse. Velvette repeats Valentino as an overlord, but not as a person. His temper tantrums are ridiculous and she's not sure why Vox puts up with him– the sex must really be that good. However, Vel's not one to turn down partying with someone just because they're a pain to deal with sometimes. Her and Val can totally get along, so long as he's not stepping on her toes.

In this AU, Vox isn't as self-impressed as he is in the main verse, so he sees Velvette as more of a friend than someone whose raw potential he needs to mold. He might still have his quasi-paternal moments, but he mostly talks to her as an equal. Valentino tries to shut her out at first, but as time goes on, he realizes how fun and clever she can be and starts opening up to her a bit. Velvette starts off her character arc thinking that Vox is a freak and Valentino is a miserable shit. She ends it feeling like she's finally found her people. Yeah, they're freaks, but they're her freaks. She doesn't want to part ways with them; maybe if all this redemption shit doesn't work out and they all break free of their masters, they could be a team.

4 - What does Velvette think of Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious (if he's still there), and Alastor? What does Valentino think of Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious (if he's still there)?

Velvette's giving "sullen teenager" during her first month or so at the hotel. Like mainverse Angel, she doesn't take any of the redemption exercises seriously and can be kind of a bitch to deal with. Her and Vaggie clash a lot because of her attitude. Charlie is endlessly patient with her and thinks that once she can get her to open up, she'll buy in. Velvette bullies Pentious if he's around. Eventually, Velvette starts to chill out and becomes a bit softer with the OG hazbins.

Valentino is also hard to deal with. He's moody, thinks Charlie's mission is laughable, and is prone to making deeply cutting sarcastic remarks. His relationships with the original cast are similar to Velvette's, being mostly antagonistic until they start growing on him a bit. It takes longer for him to come around than Velvette, though.

5 - What would Velvette's reaction to seeing Mindbreak Niffty scuttling around the hotel? (Such a contrast to the cutthroat woman she worked under.

It makes Velvette's hair stand on end. She may not have liked Niffty, but this is just scary, seeing her turned inside out like this. Velvette was already leery of Alastor, but now she's actually afraid of him.

6 - What would Valentinos react to seeing Mindbreak Niffty so helpless? Would he try to hurt her (but she would like the pain) or has he grown enough of a conscience to just ignore her instead?

I'm not confident enough in my characterization of Valentino to say. We could meet in the middle and say he does something to hurt her as revenge, she reacts positively, and he's freaked out, deciding it's not worth it.

7 - Would Niffty and Vox's relationship be slightly different?

Depends on how malleable Vox's grasp on reality is. He could forget that she used to be Velvette's boss/accept Alastor's claim that Everything's Fine, She's Part Of The Team Now and start treating her like a friend, or he could be a bit more hesitant.

1 - Velvette and Valentino making fun of Alastor's stupid haircut while Vox tries (and fails) to defend it. (He secretly thinks it looks stupid too).

Valentino and Velvette are high school mean girls and Vox is trying not to give in to peer pressure (but there's a mean girl deep down inside him too, just waiting to come out).

2 - Thinking about when Vaggie flung the Hotel residents into a literal war zone. Velvette doesn't know how to fight! She was a regular teenager before dying and was snatched up by Niffty quickly after arriving in Hell so never learned to fend for herself. I can see Velvette completely freaking the entire time, potentially using Sir Pentious as a (in)human shield, and relying entirely on Valentino and Vox to not be brutally maimed or worse. This would probably be the moment Velvette became actual friends with Valentino and Vox. (Also when she realized how dangerous Vox truly is when he electrocutes an entire block. (Vaggie just assumed Velvette could fight and is horrified when she learns she threw a non combatant in the middle of a literal war zone. She would definitely apologize afterwards.)

Velvette probably has some self-defense skills, but not enough to hold her own in the Doomsday District. She definitely would try to use Pentious as a meat shield and is lowkey in awe when Valentino and Vox suddenly reveal themselves as highly competent fighters. Vaggie might've been too preoccupied with her musical number to notice that Velvette wasn't fully participating in the fight (until Val gave her one of his guns, that is).

3- After Vaggie finds out how Alastor maims Valentino including removing and selling his wings) she tries to reach out to him. At first Valentino pushes her away and lashes out, thinking it's pity when really it's empathy. Vaggie finally managed to break through his shell when she hand sewed him an eyepatch. After that he doesn't completely push her away and they start to become kinda-sorta-almost friends, eventually.

Vaggie and Val, the two most prickly people in the hotel, making nice. Charlie would be proud if she wan't preoccupied with the "Alastor's been abusing my friends" realization.

4- I think Valentino's eyesight looks like this:

Don't know enough about low vision to dispute this. He probably has depth perception issues given how he's missing an eye.

5 - Husk, Niffty, and Angel Dust are nicknamed The Glamours~ by regular Sinners because of their glamorous looking lifestyles and how much time they spend together.

Cool

6 - Alastor's a lot softer with Vox than in regular RAM He's a 1-3 out of 10 on maliciousness, breaking Vox was a complete accident and he tries his best to be kind to him. (Still a monster to Valentino though.)

That would be interesting, and has the potential to be kind of sweet in a messed up way. Alastor might've taken what happened with Vox as a lesson: don't be reckless with your powers and don't act out of anger. He ended up breaking his friend because he got too caught up in their fight and tried something rash. It'd make him even more infuriating to deal with from Valentino's perspective though. Alastor maintains that he's not hurting him out of spite (well, not entirely), he's just doing what's necessary to correct him. Valentino thinks that's a crock of shit, but if he says so, he's putting himself in danger.

60s Swap: Valentino experiencing phantom pains from his missing wings (and arm).

Mental image of Vox and Val sitting together quietly as Val "flexes" his missing arm. Vox doesn't know what to say or do, so he just decides to be there with him.

60s Swap: Velvette takes Angel Dust's role where would she take the group in episode 3?

Velvette probably wouldn't volunteer a location, she just sits there making snide comments until Vaggie snaps and tells her that if she's so smart, why doesn't she pick the trust exercise? Velvette takes them to the mall. The exercise is "trust me with your credit cards." Vaggie wants to throttle her but– shit, where did Vox go?

What would Velvette, Vox, and Valentino think of Lucifer and vice versa?

Vox is excited to meet royalty and tries to schmooze with him (the effect is slightly ruined by the fact that Vox is talking so fast, Lucifer thinks he's on coke). Valentino doesn't really give a fuck, but enjoys watching him and Alastor bicker. Velvette's curious at first, thinking Lucifer is going to be some cool, cunning anti-hero, and is lowkey disappointed when he turns out to be just some cringey dad. His and Charlie's reconciliation may have touched her just a tiny bit, though.

[kathyprior4200]

A Villainous Meeting

 “Good morning, my fucklings!”

 Verosika Mayday, the pink succubus, strolled into the room, wearing her high heels, heart-shaped sunglasses, short black and white dress and her faux pink scarf. She blew a bubble of pink gum before spitting it out in a nearby trash can. The fellow employees sat at a cracked black round table with bloodstained high-backed chairs with eyes on the tops. The Wrath Ring imp Striker merely smirked and nodded as he fiddled with the wheat stalk in his mouth. He wore his usual gray and brown cowboy gear with a hat and boots. Fizzarolli, the robotic jester imp, looked around eagerly at the small office room decorated with circus posters and porn magazine covers. Verosika was shown in a seductive pose with her gang on one poster, while another poster showed a sinister Fizzarolli with handcuffs advertising a “Loo Loo Land’s Fizzy Buddy, Brand New Vibrating Toy, Use At Your Own Risk!” A few pictures here and there displayed Striker riding his black hell-horse BulletProof through the desert with a mane and tail of fire. Finally, Vortex, the dark grey hellhound bodyguard, stared at his phone, wearing all black clothing.

 They were located somewhere in the Lust Ring under a pink sky in an abandoned building that looked like a warehouse from the outside. Spray-painted in red were the words “D.I.C.K. Headquarters,” on the door to the office.

 “Remind me why you choose “dick” to be our name?” Striker muttered to Verosika.

 “It’s spelled D.I.C.K. It stands for Demonic Immediate Crazed Killers,” Verosika replied. “Figured it described all of us well, because we do what I.M.P. does, only better.”

 “You and your sexual innuendos,” Striker began, and then winked. “I like it.” Fizzarolli giggled.

 Verosika cleared her throat. “Do any of you fuckers know why we’re here?”

 “Because I took this job after you and I got drunk and did a one night stand?” Striker asked with a smirk.

 “No!” Verosika bellowed in anger, though she knew it was true. She then blushed and stepped back. “I drank too much beelzejuice after returning back from Earth, alright? And you happened to be there staring at me with lust in your eyes with a bottle of Inferno 66 in hand. Let me tell you, sucking prisoner dick with your gang is worse than eating shit out of a toilet. Besides, I needed some time to recover after having to walk around after Blitzo took my parking spot. When we were together, he left me to pay for the hotel room, rang three rings around Wrath and maxed my credit card...”

 “…on shitty horse-riding lessons, yeah yeah, I got it,” Striker said with a wave of his hand. “You told us the story like five times.”

 “Is it because that imp was so jealous of my accomplishments at the circus that he set all of Loo-Loo Land on fire and allowed my robotic counterpart Robo Fizz to get eaten by a dragon?” asked Fizzarolli.

 “How did you hear about that?” Vortex asked without looking up.

 Fizzarolli turned nervous. “My boss Mammon heard about the incident and was furious. He said that unless I helped boost sales, fix the theme park and capture him…”

 “Yeah, I know how you feel,” Verosika sighed. “My gang and I got a bunch of warnings and threats from daddy Ozzie.”

 “You mean Asmodeus?” asked Vortex.

 “Yeah. He wasn’t very happy that I nearly exposed the humans to the existence of demons. We go topside in disguise to feed on their lust every spring. If Blitzo hadn’t kept that fact secret…well let’s just say Valentino pales in comparison to what Ozzie can do to you.”

 Everyone shivered at the prospect of the Ring Overlords’ plans.

 “To answer your question, Verosika, it is because I failed to kill that pompous owl prince Stolas?” Striker asked. “I was this close to finishing off that wimp imp and persuading Blitzo to join me. He’s a formidable fighter, and he’s half succubus.”

 Verosika crossed her arms. “There’s nothing special about him. He just pushes people away when they get too close and only cares about his job, murder and his stupid horses!”

 “Hmm…he’d be a fun little toy to play with,” Striker mused as Fizzarolli smirked. “We can all agree on that, right?”

 Everyone but Vortex murmured in agreement.

 “Yes,” Verosika called, shoulders square. “That is the reason why we’re all here. Because of them!”

 Verosika pointed to the whiteboard which had pictures of Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona and Stolas pinned on it. Several knives were stuck inside the pictures and scribbles in red on the white board read “Fuck I.M.P.!” “Striker Is Better Than You!” “Fizzarolli Was Here!” and “Verosika, Call Me For a Good Time!”

 “And I’m gonna led this shit!” she added.

 “What makes you the leader?” Striker inquired with a raised eyebrow.

 “I’m not the leader per se. Stella organized this group and Striker recruited us,” Verosika explained. “Though I’m technically higher than imps, sinners and hellhounds, so I say the position is a good fit.”

 Striker scowled. “We get treated like scum in Wrath enough as it is. I ain’t gonna play nice if you don’t show me some respect.”

 “Prove to me you’re better than that scumbag Blitzo.”

 “I already did…in bed at the club, remember?”

 Fizzarolli laughed much to Verosika’s disgust.

 “While I will admit it felt amazing, that’ll be the last time I ever sleep with an imp. And I certainly don’t need some rogue cowboy to get in the way of my revenge.”

 “Need I remind you, missy,” said Striker, “That I’m the one who recruited you and the jester in the first place? After you were getting over your hangover, you told me to fuck off or else your friends would have their fun with me.”

 “Yeah, and?”

 “I then noticed your heart tattoo on your shoulder with “Blitzo” crossed out. Then I asked, ‘Having imp problems, too? Wishing to see a certain imp?’”

 “And I said ‘no, none of your damn business, imp.’”

 Striker continued, “But then I told you, ‘I’m on a covert mission to take down a worthless royal…and to meet up with I.M.P.s leader. Perhaps I could offer you my services to you, monetary and otherwise, if you could tell me more about him.’”

 “Yes and I did,” she said. “I remembered Robo Fizz back when I worked in the circus with Blitzo and figured he’d be a good person to talk to.”

 “Hmpth,” Fizzarolli interrupted. “His business may be impressive, but his jokes were utterly pathetic! I got to be the star of the shows while he got to be alone and unloved! Ha!”

 Verosika briefly stared at him. “You sure you didn’t get jealous because Blitzo left you behind and made more money killing people?”

 Fizzarolli turned slightly red. “What?! No! How stupid are you?”

 “Perhaps smarter than you think,” Verosika remarked, her boobs bouncing slightly.

 “Get a room, love-fuckers!” Fizzarolli mocked to Striker and Verosika. “At least I was the first villain to appear in the show! First is the best! And my Ring is higher than yours!”

 “Oh partner, even a sex bot like you…”

 “I’m not a bot!”

 “…could never handle what’s under these jeans.”

 Striker smirked and continued the story. “Then I told slutty clown about Blitzo and he seemed to understand who he was,” said Striker. “I said, ‘A Goetia is giving me cash to kill a royal and that imp leader from I.M.P. What do you say we bask in riches, glory and chaos?’”

 “I remember saying, ‘Is this a scam? Loo Loo Land must be fixed!’” said Fizzarolli.

 Striker recalled what he said back to Fizzarolli,“’Mammon sent you off on a mission, didn’t he? Just like Asmodeus gave a warning to Verosika and what Stella did to me. All our stories and failures are connected. Connected because of what those imps did. If you can help me track down I.M.P. and that prince…no more worries for you.’”

 “The show must always go on,” mused Fizzarolli. “It wasn’t like I had many other options. As long as my boss is satisfied…”

 “And mine…” added Verosika.

 “And mine…” added Striker.

 “Indeed, we must all complete this mission, or else we’re all dead,” Verosika finished.

 “Double dead,” Vortex corrected in a low voice, making the others shiver. “The Seven Deadly Sins do have angelic weapons. You’ll wish you were frozen in the Ninth Circle.”

 “Hell only has seven,” Fizzarolli added.

 “Shut up.”

 “Loo Loo Land burned down, Asmodeus and Mammon got together, we took the Hellevator through the Ring portals and the rest is history,” said Verosika. “Now I’m stuck with an imp and a robot.”

 “I’m an imp!” Fizzarolli protested.

 “You’re just a robot,” Verosika replied.

 “With partial robotic features! The model for all Robo Fizzs made by Mammon himself!”

 “Still just a sex toy,” said Verosika.

 “A useful one, nevertheless. One who Stella herself deems valuable, right Striker?”

 “She did say to me, ‘I don’t care who you have to go through.’ Never thought I’d be dealing with a bunch of hooligans from other Rings,” Striker remarked.

 After several minutes of loud arguments and hisses, Vortex barked loudly. “Shut the fuck up!”

 Everyone then sat down in silence before Vortex stared at his phone again. “I never get paid enough for this shit,” he muttered.

 “Somebody tell me any useful information about I.M.P. before I lose my shit!” Verosika barked, almost going into her demonic shadow form.

 “The only reason why I’m here,” said Striker, his voice turning calmer and darker, “Is for my money from Stella. And revenge of course. Let me tell you where I think Blitzo will be at next.”

 The villains crept closer.

 “I came to the Lust Ring because I heard from Stella that this is where Stolas likes to “entertain” himself as it were.” His glowing eyes spiraled in yellow-green hypnotic circles. “Rumor has it that he goes to Ozzie’s place to cheer himself up. Heard he suffered quite a breakup from his dear hurt wife. And to have Stella potentially gain custody over his dear daughter…man that must’ve broken that bird’s heart.”

 “Oooh what a charming little theater!” Fizzarolli remarked. “Stripper dances, pole dances, lots of lustful siren songs. Winged imps serve you food and other imps are in cages for display! Hahahaha! It is almost as good as the Big Top in Loo Loo Land!”

 “Was, you mean,” Striker smirked before the jester seethed.

 “I still perform there,” Verosika said. “When I’m not traveling around the Rings on tour. Lust is my home, after all.”

 “Greed is mine!” Fizzarolli said.

 “You already know where I’m from,” said Striker. “No one fucking cares.”

 “Mammon and Asmodeus heard the news as well,” said Fizzarolli. “I heard Stella had a meeting with them at midnight last night. That was before we all got our orders to come here to Lust.”

 Vortex looked up in concern. “It’ll only be a matter of time before Lucifer hears about this, too. Not just about the trouble I.M.P. has caused, but now that humans know of Hell…”

 “Let’s focus on one problem at a time,” said Verosika with a deep breath. “We’re in no rush. It’s not like our leader’s gonna call us and demand…”

 Just then, Verosika’s pink computer beeped and rang.

 “Shit,” she muttered. “It’s her.”

 Everyone straightened up as Verosika pushed a button. Stella’s angry white feathered face appeared on the Zoom/Doom screen. She scrutinized all their faces with pink glowing eyes, her face appearing on the screen.

 “Striker,” Stella began, her golden crown shining on her head. “So this is the gang you recruited?”

 “Yes ma’am!” he grinned.

 “Hmm…” she pondered. There’s you…there’s some clown imp, there’s a fine-looking succubus…from who knows where…”

 “The clown is Fizzarolli or Robo Fizz,” said Striker. “The succubus is Verosika.”

 “Working for a queen, Striker?” Verosika asked. “How…”

 “Long story, I already told you,” Striker said. “She’s desperate…”

 “You bet that’s right!” Stella barked. “Then again, I’m…mildly impressed that you managed to get such a…diverse crew together.” She didn’t bother to hide her disgust. “Well done.”

 Striker beamed with pride.

 “But we’re far from done! You have no idea how long I’ve waited to properly unleash these feelings in me.”

 Fizzarolli giggled and Striker elbowed him hard.

 “That stupid prick of my husband thinks he can sleep all he wants with that assassin imp…in our fucking bed behind my back! If he stays any longer, my family will be a laughing stock. I’ll be stripped of my royal status and goodness knows what bad influence he’ll have on Octavia.”

 Stella paused, brief hurt in her voice. She didn’t dare cry, though. “Sometimes I wish he didn’t have to die. That all three of us could be a good family again like we once were. He could’ve been a proper responsible father, kept the grimoire safe from the imp, and none of this would’ve happened.”

 Fizzarolli cried tears at the rant while Vortex rolled his eyes. Striker yawned. Verosika, however, seemed to listen with a common understanding. She and Blitzo had been together and then they were broken up and fighting. Although she wanted power and revenge like Fizzarolli and Striker, she knew what it was like to get the short end of the stick in a relationship.

 “Then again, I was forced into marrying Stolas millennia ago by my parents. It’s obvious I’d concern myself with status and wealth and hold my resentment inside.”

 ‘All that wealth, all that power,’ thought Striker, greedily. ‘Watch her talk on and on until the rug slips from under her feet…and the glory becomes all mine!’

  “I love my daughter and Stolas…I really do…but…I must do what has to be done!” Right then, her regal imposing side was back.

 She stared into their eyes, glaring at Striker in particular. “First of all, if any of you land a finger on my daughter, I’ll make sure your screams are heard by every Ring in Hell. She must not be harmed. But…if I have to use Octavia as leverage as a last resort to bring Stolas to his knees…then so be it. I don’t care what we have to do…I just want him dead. Do you all understand?”

 “Yes ma’am,” said Striker. The others nodded.

 “Good. Now to review the plan. Stolas and I recently had our breakup. He will be going to the same place he always goes to when he’s upset: Ozzie’s place. If you spot I.M.P., follow them, but do not attack yet.”

 She continued. “Striker, your objective is the same: kill Stolas with your angelic weapons. Keep them safe in your hands at all times, but eliminate anyone who gets in your way.”

 Striker already glowered at Fizzarolli and Verosika who were staring closely at his pistol.

 “If you use it on anyone else important,” Stella said, suspicion already in her eyes. “I’ll fuck you with your own horns.”

 Striker nodded, with the tip of his hat.

 “Verosika, you will track down Blitzo and distract him inside the club,” said Stella. “Use any manipulative means necessary to catch him off guard. Fizzarolli, you and Asmodeus will sneak behind Moxxie and take down the other I.M.P. members. Verosika’s crew and some Robo Fizzs will also join in.”

 She added in a sing-song voice, “You’ll all receive an extra bonus and royalty favors if you bring me their heads!”

 Fizzarolli grinned. “This is gonna be so fun!”

 “The rewards. Striker, you’ll be rewarded by me for killing Stolas. 10,000 souls or more. And a new home in Wrath for you and your family.”

 Striker had to roll his eyes. He didn’t have a family anymore. He didn’t just want 10,000 souls. Now that he thought about it, he wanted much more.

 “Fizzarolli, Loo-Loo land will be repaired and you’ll get to lead future productions in Lu Lu World. Plus money, your own brand and perhaps…” she whispered so only he could hear, “…freedom.”

 “Oh goody!”

 “Verosika…more tours, more sex and money for you. You’ll be the star of every Ring in Hell.”

 Verosika grinned and fluffed her long pink-white hair.

 Stella smirked in a manner unfit for a queen. “And to make things a little more fun…as a way to show Stolas what his infidelity means…a special prize for the first one to kill Blitzo for me…”

 She playfully massaged her boobs under her pink dress. All the villains minus Vortex blushed in delight and shock as they knew what she was implying. Verosika’s gang in the far back of the room watched while eating popcorn. Vortex made a face of disgust.

 Seconds later, Stella was regal again. “And you there, dog!” Stella called, making Vortex look up. “Verosika has a special assignment for you.”

 “What?” he asked.

 “Keep a close eye on that loony hellhound of theirs,” Verosika grinned deviously.

 Worry was etched onto Vortex’s face as he nodded. Though he had a girlfriend, he had found Loona adorable at the beach on Earth. He couldn’t believe what he had to do now.  

 “I’ll keep you updated on Stolas’ whereabouts and when it’s time to move,” Stella finished. “Do not disappoint me.”

 The screen went dark.

 “Well, that’s a wrap folks,” said Verosika. “Meeting dismissed. Fuck around, get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

 Verosika took out her phone and began texting.

 “Who are you texting?” Vortex asked.

 “There’s this pink southern succubus sinner named Martha,” Verosika grinned. “She says she leads an army in the name of Satan and they want blood after being killed by you know who on Earth. Ralphie and her two kids live with her there. She also wants this Mayberry sinner dead.”

 “What does that mean?” Striker asked.

 Verosika grinned. “It means…we have a potential ally in the Pride Ring!”

 “Awesome!” said Fizzarolli. “Their enemies keep growing and growing!”

 The villains laughed.

 “With so many souls seeking revenge, I.M.P. won’t know what hit ‘em!” Fizzarolli cackled.

 “Yes, but let’s focus on our main mission first,” said Striker. “Perhaps we’ll have the honor of getting to them first!”

 The villains laughed again and retired to bed.

 ‘This plan better work,’ Striker thought. ‘Because Stolas’ blood will not be the only blood that’ll be on my hands soon enough…’

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 17

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn't get the memo.

A/N: Don’t exactly know how I feel about this chapter but here it is!

MASTERLIST

The Truth’s Out

“Red or black?” you asked, showing two of the dresses you picked out. 

“Just pick any,” Steve grumbles, leaning on the clothes rack. His expression holds an exaggerated exhaustion that had you rolling your eyes. 

Your arms drop to your side and you give him the meanest glare he’s seen in two months. A lazy smile tugs at his lips. 

It’s true. You’ve been dating for two whole months and even celebrated your two month anniversary two weeks ago. You thought it was stupid to celebrate, believing that it should’ve been a more memorable milestone. A year or five. Even six months was considered more important than two. But if Steve put his mind to something, he did it. So he took - dragged - you to a fancy restaurant in the Upper East and bought you the prettiest Valentino crossbody with a price tag that had you gaping. 

"I feel like I'm your sugar baby," you muttered, holding the clutch in your hand. Your fingers slide along the tan leather of the rockstud bag. It feels uncomfortable, solely because you’ve never held something so expensive in your hands. 

Without a doubt, you loved the gift. You had a weakness for designer items. Although you’ve never bought anything even close to it, that didn’t stop you from drooling while scrolling on websites just to admire the latest trends and cry at the prices. 

"You're my girlfriend," Steve corrects, eyes glued to the street as he drives. "And if I don't spoil my girl, who will?" 

You open your mouth to say something snarky but he cuts you off.

"And I won't let anyone else so don't get any ideas,” he deadpans. 

You laugh, then lean over and hug him from the side. You pressed your lips against his cheek and mushed the other side of his face with your hand. Steve tries his best to keep the car straight on the road, but you’re not helping. 

“If I crash this car, it will be your fault.” 

“You're no help," you complain, “You came to help.” 

Steve stood up straight and pointed up. “Actually, I came to spend time with you,” he said, "Cause I haven't seen you in a week.”

You frown, feeling guilty. "I had a busy week,” you explained, “I had back-to-back shifts and three exams."

"So that's why I'm here trying to spend time with you,” he assures with a smile. 

“You are spending time with me!” 

“This wasn’t really what I had in mind.”

“Fine," you pouted, "I’ll help myself,” you stated, turning over to the mirror on the wall. You placed the red dress in front of you and then the black while deep in thought. 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Babe, just pick the one you like the most.” 

“That’s the thing," you turn over to him, "I like both! But I don’t know which one would look better on me.”

Steve shrugs. “I think you’d look good in both.” 

You give him a half frown. “You’re just saying that so we can leave.” 

“Maybe," he shrugs again. Maybe not.” 

“Maybe I’ll try them on and see which one looks better," you conclude, hanging them over one arm. 

Steve sighs and places his hands on his hips in defeat. “If it means we’ll be able to leave faster, then go for it," he points towards the rooms. 

You chuckle at his frustration while making your way to the changing rooms. You walk into an empty stall and slide the curtain behind you. Steve waits outside, his back leaning against the wall. 

He observes the others in the store. Teenage girls gossiped and giggled while traversing through the maze of clothing racks with ease. Employees were scattered throughout the store, looking like Death himself with the average Karen sneakily approaching them for some outrageous request.

The kingpin was a force to be reckoned with. A six foot force with bulging muscles and unmatched skill in strategy and combat, to be exact. And yet, a simple shopping trip had him whining like a child. 

Steve bangs his head against the wall with a grunt. He's been here too long, and he's craving for something sweet. 

He knocks on the wall. “How long is this going to take? You’ve been in there for an hour," he exaggerates. 

The sound of metal rings sliding along the rod makes him turn, only to pause the minute his eyes fall on you. 

The ruby-colored dress hugs against the curves of your figure and falls just above the knee. Your upper chest is bare besides for the spaghetti straps running over your collarbones and the cowl neck giving a teaser of your cleavage. 

His jaw goes slack, leaving his mouth open in awe. 

"How do I look?" You ask, turning from side to side to give him a full view. 

Steve.exe has stopped working. 

“Amazing. Gorgeous. Show-stopping. Extraordinary," he spews one out after the other. 

“You sound like a creep," you chuckle at him before turning towards the mirror inside the room. 

Steve smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Babe, you look absolutely stunning," he says, blues eyes piercing at you from the reflection of the mirror. 

His grip around your waist grows tighter as he nuzzles his nose on the side of your neck. He plants kisses along the curve of your neck and it has shivers zipping down your spine. 

“Steve!” you turn slightly towards him and give him a slap on the chest. “People are watching!” you scold him. 

He chuckles against you, his hot breath tickling the bare skin of your shoulder. “I don’t care. I don’t know ‘em," he replies. 

“Should I try the other one?” you ask. 

“Nah, forget about it. This dress was made for you,' he assures. "C'mon let's get outta here," he pulls you along. 

"Let me change first!” 

Pietro lets out a deep, prolonged sigh. With his face propped up in his hand, he lazily mixes his smoothie with the straw and looks blankly at the masses in the food court. 

“What’s wrong?” Vision asks, taking a slurp of his own smoothie. 

“Just bored, Viz,” he sighs again. 

Vision checks the time on his wristwatch. “I’m sure Wanda will be back soon.” 

“I was speaking in general,” Pietro explains. “And forget about her coming back soon. That never happens.” 

“Then why are you so bored?” Vision questions, leaning forward in his chair. 

Pietro shrugs, then swipes a hand through his hair. His hand stays in his hair, and he tugs on it hard. “Nothing’s happening. I need some action, ya know?” he turns to the pale-skinned boy in front of him. He sits up and lifts his hands in an animated motion. “I need some fire. Some destruction!” 

“Or maybe you just need a job,” Vision deadpans. 

Pietro’s lips fall into a pout. “I have a job,” he retorts. 

“I’m talking about a real job.” 

“I have a real job!”

“Being an information broker isn’t a real job,” Vision replies. “You just like to gossip.” 

“I get paid for my gossip,” Pietro grumbles. “So it’s a job.”

“And that’s why you are on the brink of being homeless,” Vision smirks mockingly.

Pietro huffs, then rests his chin on the table. “Things have been slow lately. No one’s cheating on their girlfriend or pulling someone’s eyeballs out, so I’ve got nothing to work with here,” he complains. 

“Then why don’t you get a real job?” the other boy suggests. “And stop leeching off of Wanda.”

Pietro whips up again and points at Vision. “You know what, Viz—,” he cuts himself off when he notices a familiar yet unfamiliar face walking by. Pietro’s face lights up in a split second, making Vision raise a brow. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the kingpin,” he snickers. 

“The who?”

Pietro looks back at Vision. “The kingpin, moron! You’re such a smart guy and you don’t even know who Steve Rogers is?”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“Hell yeah, ya heard of him. The guy’s loaded,” Pietro exclaims. He raises a brow in question when his eyes catch you holding Steve’s hand. “But who’s that girl with him?”

 Vision squints at the two. “I know of her,” he replies. “She’s a friend of Wanda’s. They work together. I think her name’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N, huh?” Pietro smiles, pulling out his phone. 

“What the hell are you doing?”  

“Nothing,” Pietro leans over the entire table, bringing his phone to Vision’s end. He zooms in as much as he can. 

God bless the iPhone 11 Pro Max. 

He takes a few pictures of the two. 

“Stop that, we’re in public!” Vision exclaims quietly. “This is so wrong on so many levels!”

Pietro looks up at him before taking another picture. “I’m doing my job, Viz, just like you told me to,” he replies with a smug grin. 

“You’re going to get killed and get me killed for associating with you.” Pietro takes a few more pictures of the passing couple. Vision covers the camera with his hand. “Stop that!” 

Pietro clicks his tongue before pulling back. He checks the photos one by one and smiles. 

Hell yeah, 4k baby. 

“Delete those right now!” 

He looks up at him with a grimace. “No,” he states flatly, before returning to his phone. 

“Think about your poor sister, will you?” Vision tries to play the empathy card. “If the kingpin finds out you took pictures of him unknowingly, he’ll have your neck.” 

Pietro stands up. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, buddy, nothing’s going to happen,” he smirks while passing him, patting him on the shoulder as he does. 

“Where the hell are you going now?” 

“Just going to go have a little fun,” he replies, “Tell Wanda I’ll call her later.” 

Vision sends him off with a disappointed shake of the head that Pietro didn’t seem to care about. He swipes through the photos, then stops at one. He zooms in just enough to see the kingpin sneak a little kiss with his girl. He swipes to the next picture. It’s one of you looking up at Steve, smiling, red-cheeked and heart-eyed. His eyes linger on you for a while. A wicked smile tugs at his lips and reaches the tips of his ears. 

“You’re gonna make me rich, sweetheart.” 

You yawned while skipping up the stairs of the subway into the warmth of the sun with heavy footsteps and heavier eyelids

Take early morning classes, you told yourself. It’d be easy, you said. 

LIES. ALL YOU EVER DID WAS LIE TO YOURSELF. 

You stray from the rest of the crowd, taking your daily shortcut to the science building. It was an old alleyway that led to a loading center right behind the university. It was a better route than being battered in the masses of the main street. Not to mention it gave you an extra ten minutes before class to pick up a coffee. 

Sure it was a bit sketchy, but who’d be stupid enough to mug you in broad daylight? 

"What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a street like this?" a gruff voice comes from your left. 

You just had to ask. 

Raucous and obscene fits of laughter erupt within the narrow alleyway. You walk on, your strides growing wider, without paying them any mind. 

The man throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. He takes two wide steps towards you and turns you around by the shoulder. “Hey, princess, it ain’t polite to ignore people.” 

"Don't touch me,” you shake his hand off your elbow. 

The brute raises a brow. “I’ve seen your face somewhere,” he states, “You’re the kingpin’s whore,” he grins wickedly.You froze when the words left his tongue, eyes softening into fear. He grabs you by the wrist as his friends start to surround you. It feels like you’re a rabbit in the middle of a pack of wolves. 

“Yeah, it’s her alright,” another pipes up, “she’s all over the news.”

News? What news?!?! 

The one holding onto your arm pulls you roughly towards him, snickering. "How about we have a little fun?" he teases. 

You try your best to twist your way out of his grasp with your free hand, but another man comes and yanks on your hand hard. Your head whips towards him, heart beating rapidly at the thought of what they’d do to you in the hidden alley. 

He smiles at you, letting the silver in his teeth shine in the sun. 

"C'mon baby, we’ll play nice,” he cooes, his face in your face. You squirm away from him, but he tugs you closer. "What? Not good enough for ya? A night with the king got you high up in the air? Don't get so full of yourself. You're nothing but his slut." 

"Let me go!" you shout with a hope that someone would hear. But let’s face it. This is New York. Even if someone could hear you, they wouldn’t come to help you. 

"Thing is, I got a little beef with the big guy,” he growls, digging into his pocket and taking out a switchblade. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the sharp blade. “Since I can't get to him,” he brings the blade to your chin, “I'll settle with you." 

Swinging your leg as hard as you can, you kick the silver toothed man hard in the groin. You feel a sharp stinging on the side of your face as he drops the blade and shouts a curse in pain.

Now with a free hand, you go straight for the man holding the other and punch him directly in the jaw. He lets go and grumbles holding the face in his hand. 

The rest of the crew stood silent, completely stunned by the quick turn of events. You take it as a moment to flee. Turning on your heel, you dash down the alley as fast as you can. 

"Don't let her get away!" You hear one of them shout behind you. 

You turn around the corner, opposite in the direction of school. You’re not thinking, you’re just running. Everything in your mind is a big blur. It’s just one foot in front of the other in an attempt to widen the gap between you and them. 

Your breaths came in small spurts, hot and nervous. Your fingers are balled tightly into fists, swinging back and forth as if it’d make you run faster. Your lungs and heart are pumping, but the air doesn’t seem to be enough as you sprinted forward, panic trembling in your exhausted limbs. 

Your eyes were shut tight, trying to keep your sanity at bay. It’s all a bit too familiar. The rush of adrenaline and the fear of getting caught. It takes you back to a memory you buried six feet under. 

Their heavy pants and growling curses mingle with the words that echo in your head. His voice rings in your ear, like he’s the one chasing you. 

“You can run all you want, kid, but in the end you’ll come right back here! Right back to me.” 

You turn around another corner to find trash cans lining the wall. You push them over, letting them topple to the floor, creating a pathetic excuse of an obstacle. But it works. It slows them down just enough for you to turn around the corner of another alleyway.

You run down the path, speed constant, and notice the sound of their jeers growing distant. But even so, you keep running until you reach the main street. Only stopping when you hear tires screeching along the asphalt of the street. 

You freeze in front of the car, the bumper just inches away from your body. The door opens and Steve quickly gets out and his friends follow. His hair is a mess and his clothes too casual than his normal attire. 

You swallow deep when his eyes meet yours. “Y/N,” he calls with a breathy pant. 

Tears start to bubble at the corner of your eyes. All of the confusion and fear finally starts to sink in, but you’re trying your best to keep it all in. The slam of the door behind him was the little push you needed to let go. 

“Steve,” you mumble, meeting him halfway. 

Your face slams into his chest, hugging him tight. His arms wrapped around you create a safe haven. The scent of a day’s old cologne and cigarettes feels just right. The relaxed beat of his heart against your ear calms your tense nerves. But it was the press of his lips against your forehead that really brought you home with a warm welcome. 

“You’re late,” you mutter against him. 

“Sorry, Monday morning traffic is killer,” his voice rumbles against the side of your face. You can hear the smile in his words. 

You look up at him with a small smile. He wipes the wet smears around your eyes, keeping your face in his hands. 

“Bad day?” 

“It’s Monday, what do you expect?” 

He chuckles softly, “Point made,” his thumb brushes against the scrape running along your chin. 

“Steve, did you see–?” 

"I saw 'em." he answers. 

"What's gonna happen now?" 

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out,” he assures, “but first let me find the bastards that did this to you.” 

“This?” you pointed at the cut, “this is nothing. Really.”

“It is something,” he replies firmly. 

“But it’s nothing to worry about.”  

“Well I’m worrying anyway.” 

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Peter asks sweetly. 

You smile at him. God, this kid. Where has he been? You’ve been missing him. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” you teased. 

“I’m twenty-years-old!” he exclaims with a pout, earning a chuckle from you. 

Your new friends run down the alley and out onto the street. They freeze at the sight of the mob boss towering over them in all his majestic glory. Steve’s jaw ticks and his eyes fall on them with a murderous intent. Their beady eyes divert to you, hidden in the kingpin’s embrace, but don’t linger for long. They’ve pissed off the guy enough as it is, ogling his girl would just make it worse. 

“Well if it isn’t a bunch of rats,” Bucky sneers with a chuckle and Peter mimics him. 

“Hey, Sammy, do me a favor and go break some bones.” Steve orders. 

“But I thought you said—”

“This is an exception,” Steve interrupts with a chuckle. “Go have some fun.” 

“Yes!” Bucky pumps his fist. “Finally! My bones are getting rusty,” he stretches his legs and arms. 

“That may just be because you’re old.” 

“Shut up, Pete, or I’ll beat your ass first,” Bucky snaps at him, “All right ladies, let’s get into formation,” he claps. 

“You are not Beyonce, you can’t say that,” Sam deadpans. 

Bucky whips his long brown locks with his hand.  “No, I’m Bucky with the good hair.” 

“It’s official, I hate you,” Sam groans, “Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?" He pulls the silver-toothed man back by the collar. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve turns you around before Sam punches the man’s teeth out and leads you to the car. 

It takes everything in your willpower to not look back. You can hear it all. Heavy punches and deep grunts. Strained curses and feet scuffling on the concrete. 

And it makes you wonder. Despite all that had happened. Was it really all right for them to take the law into their own hands? 

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Juniverse Retail AU

this post was too good not to turn into a fic, so I got permission from @acadieum and @rae-kl and went off.

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He’s at that point in his shift where nothing is real, his feet have lost feeling, and every single soccer mom with fake blonde hair has decided to descend on his location at once. 

“No,” exclaims the woman in front of him, rapping her long-nailed hands down onto the counter, “I told you, I can only use products that are gluten free, vegan, free of dyes and parabens, free of natural pigments, and lack fiber.” Her roots need to meet this perfect touch-up Juno just got in stock. He could give her so much help if she’d just be nice and let him. 

“Yeah, lady, this is a Sephora.” Juno rubs his eyes and resists the urge to look at the clock. “Everything we’ve got in here has dye or natural pigments. If you don’t like what we’ve got, check Lush at the other end of the mall.”

The woman huffs, props up her sunglasses. “I want to speak to your manager.”

“I am the manager.”

She storms out, already whipping out her cellphone to give his location a bad review. Juno doesn’t care. He honestly doesn’t care about anything at this point.

“Cheer up, boss!” says Rita over the Rita-sized box she’s carrying to the dumpster. The front reads Unleash Your Inner Artist palettes. “We only got two hours left!”

Juno huffs. “Yep. Two hours.” He can see someone winding through the aisles towards his help desk. Instantly he is awash with that rush of overwhelming rage that fills him whenever he has to actually do his job and assist someone. I am so not paid enough for this.  “Hey, how can I.... help you...”

The person standing in front of Juno’s counter is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. His dark brown eyes are expertly framed with green eyeshadow, his full lips lined with a matte color just a few shades darker than his tan skin. He arches one stunning brow and Juno almost melts. “Excuse me,” says the man. “Do you happen to have this foundation in shade 290?”

It’s the most seductive thing anyone’s ever said to him. “Uh, uh maybe,” stammers Juno, “Let me check in the back?”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that.” 

Thank you, I would appreciate that. God, his voice is so hot. Juno grabs a bottle from the back room and brings it back. “That’s $35,” he says. 

“Alright.” The man reaches into his purse for a credit card but doesn’t hand it over just yet. Instead, his eyes sweep once over Juno’s face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he says. 

“Yeah, uh, I used to be one of the makeover artists, but just got moved to manager, not sure how.” He laughs and then wishes he hadn’t. A blush creeps over his face, but the man is smiling. 

“I see. Are you here every day?”

“Pretty much. We’re short on managers right now.” 

“Ah.” He hands over his card. “Well, maybe I’ll see you again sometime...” His eyes dart down to the nametag. “Juno.” 

Juno is as much of a mess as a red lipstick spilled in a white Valentino bag. “Uh, uh yeah! Maybe! That’d be great, so here’s your receipt, have a nice day? Have a nice day.” He drops the receipt. “God, I’m sorry. Hey, uh, what’s your name?”

“Call me Rose.” Rose picks up the receipt and tucks it neatly into his bag. “All my friends do.” 

And he saunters away, taking most of Juno’s heart with him. 

Rose visits again a few days later. He says he’s just picking up a bottle of nail polish, but ends up standing by the shelf as Juno restocks. They chat for half an hour. After Rose is gone, Juno realizes he must have counted inventory wrong, because the shelf he just filled with what was supposed to be twenty blending sponges is only nineteen blending sponges. 

But he thinks nothing more of it after he gets another sponge from storage, and the next day Rose visits again. And again, a few days after that. They talk about makeup at first, but then about themselves, and the things they like, and the way they live. 

“I’m just doing this to pay rent, save up some cash.” Juno explains. “I wanna go back to school, get a degree in criminal justice.”

“I didn’t take you for a lawyer.”

“I was thinking more like a detective, actually. Private investigator or something. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m between jobs at the moment.” Rose doesn’t quite meet his eyes on that line. He’s a man of mystery just as much as he’s a man of glitter highlighter. And damn he kills that glitter highlighter. 

It’s nice, for a while, having someone to visit him at work and someone he can flirt with when shifts get slow. But then a few problems arise. 

The first is that Juno gets distracted by Rose, and doesn’t service his other customers as well. Which is fine, because he has other employees and, thank god, he has Rita, and all of them are very capable of handling the store without Juno. But they complain about it plenty. 

The next problem is brought to his attention by Rita herself: “Boss, have you ever noticed that this tall guy uses a new credit card each time he comes in here... an’ none of ‘em have the name Rose?”

And once he notices that, he notices another problem: makeup goes missing when Rose visits him. Like, a lot of makeup.

“That’s nice eyeliner you’ve got today,” Juno tells Rose. “It’s Maybelline?”

“Maybe.”

“Neat. On a totally unrelated note, half of our Maybelline shipping vanished last week.”

“Hmm, how unusual,” muses Rose with a straight face. “You know Juno, I’ve been thinking...”

He doesn’t get to say what he’s been thinking, because at that moment a screaming toddler smashing up the perfume aisle demands a manager’s attention. 

The next time Juno sees Rose, he’s wearing dark red nail polish the same color as the ones Juno was reshelving last time they spoke. But he’s brought Juno a smoothie from the mall cafeteria, and there’s a smile on his gorgeous face, and Juno decides to let it slide. 

“I’ve been thinking,” Rose says. “Perhaps one day we could meet up outside of your work.” 

Juno’s heart flip-flops. “Oh?”

“Certainly. I could - well. Buy you lunch, for example - because you see, Juno...” He fidgets with a spare thread on his jacket. “I’d like to spend time with you, somewhere that isn’t also full of flouresents and stress.”

Juno laughs a little at that. “Yeah, sure,” he says. “I’ll think about it.” 

Rose grins, those sharp teeth flashing behind black lips. Juno’s pretty sure he’s just signed up for a date with a criminal. 

“May I ask you something?” asks Rose one day while Juno’s filling in ledgers. The store is closed, but Juno can’t bring himself to kick Rose out. 

“Shoot.”

“Do you like working here?” 

He snorts. “Want the honest answer or the cute one?”

“I’d hope you can always be honest with me.” 

Juno thinks about that for a moment. He sets down the pen and turns his head to see Rose’s eyes better. “I don’t like it,” he says, “that the only way I can pay my rent is to come to this store and give up a small piece of my humanity. You know?”

Rose nods, like he really does know. “I...I may have an idea,” he says. There’s caution in his words. “In my line of work, I’m, shall we say, self-employed. Reliant on myself for financial stability. But recently I’ve begun to consider taking on a partner. I wondered if you would be interested.”

It’s all he can do not to say “Hell yes” and sign up there on the spot. Instead he ducks back to the ledger to hide his blush and says, “Oh yeah? What’s your line of work?” 

“I suppose I can tell you more when I take you out to lunch.” And Rose winks with his eyeliner wings sharp enough to cut. 

They don’t end up going out to lunch. 

“Did you hear?” asks Rita as soon as Juno walks into the door for his shift the next day. She drags him to the back room, practically bouncing foot to foot; and once they’re out of earshot of the customers, she says, “Your friend Mistah Rose got ARRESTED!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yeah! Mall cops nabbed ‘im with five thousand dollars of designer merch after he left visiting you yesterday! An’ you wanna know the real kicker?” She leans in closer. “He got away. No one knows where he is now!”

“Oh.” Juno’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to process all of this information at once. “That’s... I wish I could say that’s surprising.” 

What he means is, he wishes he could say he isn’t crushed. 

He was right about Rose, but it’s worse. He might never see Rose again. And it’s still worse: they came so, so close to having something, it’s just so unfair.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go tell the others!” Rita skips off, leaving Juno alone with his emotions, office files, and a clutter of still-boxed makeup. He sits down at his desk, just to think for a minute before going onto the floor. 

And that’s when he sees the note. 

“Juno: 

By this point you’ve likely uncovered the truth. What you haven’t surmised from the security footage and accounts of your workers, I will trust to your inner detective to piece together. 

Where do I begin? You are wasted as a makeup manager. The world deserves to be seen by you, and suddenly I wonder if I could be the person to show it to you, even if I am no longer the person you think I am. If you still want to take me up on my previous offer, hold out hope. I’m sure we’ll meet again.

I’ll be counting down the minutes until we do.

Signed,

Peter Nureyev

Master Thief.”

And sealed with a red lipstick kiss. 

[xradinoxinterloperx]

Angel Dust is Kidnaped! (little part of chapter of a Fanfic)

Originally written in Spanish, roughtly translated

Vaggie was stunned, at first, she didn't even know what to think about what had happened, she had tried to follow the limousine in vain to have any clue who it was. And although she first thought that it could be a rando that simply wanted to have a taste of the spider drag , she soon realized that it was most likely that it was his former boss, the Overlord Valentino, pimp and porn producer who had exploited Angel Dust his entire career and had no reputation for treating his "employees" with the greatest delicacy. Not only knowing how battered could Angel get out  of this encounters but also encouraging the  spider to fall in his old vices again, especially  drugs and crime.. Vaggie knew that the fact that Angel was a hotel guest did not settle well with the demon Overlord, perhaps the day came that he wanted to claim what was his.

She would have to organize a rescue or a way to get Angel out of there. Not that he had taken too much love from the first Client of the Hotel. From the beginning and until now it was still causing problems and not really taking the issue of redemption seriously. But even because of that brainless buffon,  Vaggie  was willing to put herself at risk and not abandon him. 

She returned to the hotel with Niffty to seek help from Alastor and Charlie. But only Husk was there attending the reception and the entrance bar. The whole return and the matter of finding out about the limo had taken a while. It was still early, Alastor and Charlie could take time to return, seeing that they would be in charge of talking with some demons of a certain importance. She was at the crossroads of having to wait or make a dangerous decision.

She did not want to get alone in the turf of an Overlord, but perhaps she had no choice but to try to solve this herself, although dialogue with that demon would result in  some kind of extortion for sure. It had been a few hours already, and When she was not yet decided on what to do, she received a call. It was from Angel Dust nothing less. Maybe she was saved the trouble to go anywhere to hear the kind of blackmail the overlord got in mind.

Before  taking the call, she noticed that on the screen that recognized Angel Dust's contact photo was not  one  she had configured. It was probably a  photo take from his porn sets, probably after some scene, where Angel was naked on his back smiling at the camera with his  legs spread, revealing more than what the demon Moth had ever wanted to see from him. she cursed the wicked spider bitch before finally answering.

Vaggie: Angel!

Angel: Hey Vaggie-doll ... - there was a lot of background noise, music and voices alike.

Vaggie Are you alright? What the fuck happened?

Angel: Well, Valentino happened.

Vaggie: I know it, don't worry, we'll find a way to get you out of there….

She  heard the laugh on Angel's the other side of the line.

Angel: Hey hey easy ... you don't have to do  shit about that, everything is going well.

  Vaggie:  What the hell do you mean !? Whethever you like it or not we will not let that guy exploit you again. We will not let you leave the hotel so easy after all the problems you gave us, you piece of shit ...

Angel: Hey, stop pissing off and listen for once, ok? They don't want me for more than the day, they offered me work and they even paid me cleanly.

Vaggie:  What!? Do you think doing porn again is going to help us with what we  are trying to do at the hotel?, are you also going to get a tattoo of the hotel in your ass to shit yourself more on us? We are gonna have to deal with you after that come pinga  Valentino  uses you again. And the things that he  makes you do… you’ll come back all  beaten and drugged again ...

Angel: Nonono babe ... Valentino is not even here ...

Vaggie paused a moment.

Angel: In fact, it seems he took his slice and left. He wants me to work yes, but its a one day thing and with other people. Velvet is still here, though. But she had been protecting me and saying that all of that new "goody" me, is what they need. She wants me to work with a friend of her, a bug-faced  old wench director named Cify.

Vaggie:  Velvet? La Velvet ...

Angel: Yes, that lady- Angel got distracted talking to someone else - oh thank you sweetheart! You are sweet-pie.

Vaggie:  Angel? And you feel a little safer with that other crazy witch, are you nuts?

Angel: Hey, whatever you think you know about ... Vilvet - Angel chewed something - I know what she is capable of and i seen her done even worse, I know that ...  she can be unstable. But it seems she wants me  in one piece ...

Vaggie: What do they want you to do?

Angel: Well nothing out of the ordinary, they want  me to fuck somebody ... in the literal sexual way I mean.

Vaggie:  Ugh ... You don't had to clarify it.

Angel: I know, I know, but where is the trap you say? ... And there doesn't seem to be one. This gal  Cify is a pretentious  professional, all that  hipster underground-artist vibe you know? she even offered me an all-detailed contract just for working this day, and you know how important those things can be down here ...

Vaggie: That's why I wouldn't trust someone like you who can hardly read to revise one ...

Angel: Auch, well, fuck you too Vaggie ...

Vaggie: Angel - Vaggie got angry again.

Angel: Hey is my damn body and I'm fine with this,capisci? At this point it is more trouble to  back down- Angel sighed annoyed- Look, If I am calling you, it is because I  don’t want  you to lose your shit and do something stupid, because I do not want to cause trouble, all you would have to do is come and pick me up at the end of the day and see that everything is ok, does it sound good to you?

Vaggie: ... -Vaggie was silent on the line, only his sighs and hesitation could be heard.

Angel: In fact, Vaggie - Angel suddenly said in a slightly weird tone - Hehe..., about what they want me to do ... Maybe I have to ask you for advice. Not that I haven't done what they are asking before, but Ah ... it was  while ago since the last time , and the way they asked me to ... Well...

Angel hesitated, as if feeling a little modesty, that puzzled Vaggie more, since Angel Dust was the most shameless and vulgar person she had ever met.

Vaggie:  ... What the hell are you talking about? - Vaggie finally replied.

Angel: Well, it's weird, they just want me to be with a girl.

[kentonramsey]

An Honest Look At Racism In Fashion Means A Long, Hard Look In The Mirror

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When the protests against police brutality, sparked by Minnesota police killing George Floyd, spread across America this summer, much of the fashion industry expressed solidarity in various ways with the protestors and the Black Lives Matter movement at large. And while monetary contributions, public statements, and promises to “do better” are important, despite even the best intentions, they are not enough to address the industry’s systemic racism. After all, in an industry that has been built on exclusivity — starting with who gets hired to design clothes and ending with who can afford to wear them — how can fashion become truly inclusive without changing from the ground up? 

Fashion historically — and contemporaneously — prioritises privileged and white voices; it has consistently kept Black creatives out of top positions, while simultaneously profiting off Black culture. The instances of cultural appropriation from even the last five years are too many to list in full, but they include a 2015 Valentino “Africa-inspired” fashion show, a 2016 Marc Jacobs show that had white models in dreadlocks, and February’s Comme des Garcons show that sent out white models in cornrowed, lace front wigs. The list of offensive campaigns and products of the last few years is even longer: Prada’s anti-Black figurines, Gucci’s blackface sweater, Burberry’s noose hoodie, etc. 

And it continues, despite the industry’s recent anti-racist pledges. In July, just a month after countless messages were posted in support of the Black Lives Matter movement, Italian luxury label Marni could be found apologising for a “Jungle Mood” campaign, which featured Black models in chains. Not long after, H&M suspended employees over the use of a racial slur relating to the name of a hat from its sister brand & Other Stories. 

Whenever another offensive product or campaign emerges, the question everyone asks is: Why didn’t anyone stop this?

All too often, the answer is: There was nobody in a decision-making role who recognised these as instances of racism. This doesn’t excuse the white people who don’t understand what racism is, but it does make clear that, when people of colour aren’t hired in leadership positions and sitting at the table when decisions are made, racism persists. Over the last few months, many designers have pledged to do better, by starting diversity and inclusion departments and initiatives and vowing to hire more BAME employees at their brands. But, as many in the industry have pointed out, as long as the executives and higher-ups remain white, real change is hard to enact — but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen through different parts of the industry. 

Many people working in fashion are committed to addressing the issue head-on. In June, Teen Vogue Editor-in-Chief Lindsay Peoples Wagner and PR executive Sandrine Charles announced the Black in Fashion Council — a collective made up of over 400 creatives, editors, executives, models, stylists, and more — with a mission to hold brands accountable and advance Black talents to all levels of the entire fashion industry. 

Because fashion brands aren’t the only ones who are going through a reckoning. Media companies that cover said labels — ranging from Conde Nast (which owns Vogue, among other titles) to Man Repeller and Refinery29 — have also been called out for their mistreatment of Black employees. In June, following former and current Refinery29 staffers sharing their experiences of racism at the company, former editor-in-chief and co-founder Christene Barberich resigned. The editorial union (that I am a part of) stood in solidarity with everyone who came forward and demanded accountability from management, including requests for diversity in leadership and anti-racism training. Since then, Vice Media Group (the parent company of R29) has hired independent investigators to review the complaints shared, launched a pay equity analysis and a training program, and created a Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion strategy.

In August, the Black in Fashion Council launched with 38 partners ranging from Tommy Hilfiger, TheRealReal, and Prabal Gurung to Conde Nast and Glossier. (Recently, the latter apologised after racism allegations came to light.) With the support of the Human Rights Campaign, Peoples Wagner and Charles are developing an equality index score (not unlike the Corporate Equality Index for the LGBTQ community), to provide an inclusivity benchmark; they will then track the work that companies who’ve signed a three-year commitment pledge are doing to support their Black employees. “Any brand can pledge $1 million to the N.A.A.C.P. on Instagram, but who will follow up and check that they did it?” Peoples Wagner told the New York Times. She is right: Brands can claim to be anti-racist and put out diverse campaigns and imagery, but is that all just a facade?

Take, for example, the Marni campaign that, while featuring Black models and shot by photographer Edgar Azevedo, went horribly wrong after the images were retouched post-shoot without the photographer’s approval. Or fashion brands with Black models on the runway but all-white teams backstage, including ones for hair and makeup who often have no experience working with Black hair or darker skin tones. How can fashion address this? For one, fill their boardrooms and creative teams with people who actually reflect the diversity in the images they put out into the world.

Still, when the lack of Black fashion creatives in leadership roles gets brought up, many point to some signs of change: A large number of today’s most prominent fashion designers are Black and making (long-overdue) history. In 2018, Off-White’s Virgil Abloh became Louis Vuitton’s first African American artistic director. In 2019, Rihanna became the first Black woman to head a luxury fashion house for LVMH (which also owns LV), with Fenty, at the same time as her other label, Savage x Fenty, put on some of the most diverse (and exciting) NYFW shows in recent history. The same year, Christopher John Rogers won the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund, a year after Kerby Jean-Raymond of Pyer Moss won the same prize. This year, Telfar Clemens’ label’s shopping bag was crowned the It Bag of our generation by The Cut, just months before the designer would go on to be nominated for the 2020 CFDA Accessories Designer of the Year fashion award (last year, he lost the award to The Row’s Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen). And then there was Zendaya’s InStyle shoot for the September issue, for which her stylist Law Roach pulled all-Black designer looks — nothing less than a showcase of the incredible talent working right now.

There’s also reason to be optimistic about the Council of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA), the organisation founded to promote American designers. A year ago, it welcomed Black fashion and bridal designer Carly Cushnie and sustainable, Chilean-born designer Maria Cornejo, as well as Abloh and Jean-Raymond to fill seats on its board. “I’m rearranging the board so that it is more diverse in age and more diverse in every way,” CFDA chairman, Tom Ford, told WWD at the time. “Lots of people voiced a concern that the board, and the CFDA, was not diverse enough.”

Following the onset of the recent protests, the CFDA released a statement with its plan of action. The initiatives outlined — intended to “create systemic change within our industry” — include placing Black talent in all sectors of the fashion business, creating a mentorship program and an internship program focused on placing Black students and recent graduates, a diversity and inclusion training program, and monetary contributions to the NAACP and Campaign Zero. (The CFDA, with Vogue, also awarded $1 million to ICON 360, a nonprofit launched by Harlem’s Fashion Row’s Brandice Daniel to help POC fashion companies impacted by the COVID-19 later that month.)

While the initiatives outlined may appear to be meaningful progress for fashion, many with intimate knowledge of the industry said they weren’t enough. Soon after the CFDA’s statement was released, the Kelly Initiative — led by writer Kibwe Chase-Marshall, editor Jason Campbell, and creative director Henrietta Gallina — sent a letter to the organisation. Signed by 250 Black fashion professionals including designers Victor Glemaud and Romeo Hunte and stylists Patti Wilson and Jason Bolden, it called on the CFDA to increase its anti-racism efforts. “The CFDA is falling far short of the broader culture’s rapidly solidifying zero-tolerance policy for Anti-Blackness,” it read. “Amid these realities—in addition to those of a pandemic’s disproportionate toll within Black communities and amplified visibility of law enforcement’s disregard for the value of Black life—we remain unfettered in the pursuit of our seat at the table.” The statement concluded by proposing a four-point initiative, which called for manager bias mitigation training, meritocratic hiring practices, accountability audits, data disclosure, and support of Black professionals, among other things.

In July, the organisation announced the 2020 CFDA Fashion Awards nominees. While names like Christopher John Rogers, Kenneth Nicholson, and Telfar Clemens made the list, it was mainly made up of established veterans — most of them white. Tom Ford — who won the ceremony’s Lifetime Achievement Award in 2014, is currently the chairman of the CFDA, and has won six other awards in the past — is up for two nominations this year. Also included on this list are Marc Jacobs, Thom Browne, and The Row’s Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen who, while all incredible designers, have previously won numerous CFDA awards. “I am not saying that among the many recidivist winners are not some newish, disruptive names, as well as designers of colour. But you can count their number on one hand, which means they feel more like token additions than an actual shift,” Vanessa Friedman wrote in the New York Times. While we have yet to see what steps the organisation takes next, it recently named CaSandra Diggs as president, making her the first Black woman to hold the title since the CFDA was founded in 1962, and announced “strategic changes” to create opportunities for Black talent in fashion.

Another segment of the fashion industry that has also come under scrutiny for implicitly racist practices is retail. In May, Brother Vellies founder Aurora James launched her 15 Percent Pledge, calling for retailers to commit to buying 15 percent of their products from Black-owned businesses. “So many of your businesses are built on Black spending power. So many of your stores are set up in Black communities. So many of your sponsored posts are seen on Black feeds,” James wrote in an Instagram post. “This is the least you can do for us. We represent 15 [percent] of the population and we need to represent 15 [percent] of your shelf space.” This pledge has resonated with many people for its simple approach to fixing what has long been seen as a complex problem; with retailers committing to investing in Black designers in an actionable way like this, real change could actually be ensured. Since its launch, companies ranging from Sephora and West Elm to Rent the Runway and Vogue (whose September cover featured James) have joined the pledge. 

But what if it wasn’t just the fashion giants who committed to a pledge to economically empower Black entrepreneurs? Consumers also have the power to change the industry, to put our money where our mouth (and Instagram feed) is, and: (1) not support businesses that profit off marginalized communities, and (2) shop from Black-owned brands. In June, as lists featuring Black designers have circulated on the internet, Beyoncé’s stylist Zerina Akers launched Black Owned Everything, a platform dedicated to showcasing Black-owned businesses. The account’s Instagram bio reads, “For When The Trend Is Over.” Because, while companies may be putting out statements and making donations right now, only time will tell if they genuinely care about equality and inclusion in the long run. Once “the trend” is over, are they still going to make efforts to make sustainable change in the industry? While no one knows the answer to that, what has become clear over the last months is, if brands do make pledges or put out statements promising change, there are people — including Aurora James, Black in Fashion Council, but also fashion-lovers and shoppers — who will hold them accountable.

In an interview with Bloomberg Business in June, when asked about what fashion-oriented companies can do, Carly Cushnie responded with this: “They need to be hiring Black people at the executive levels so that change can really trickle down. Big corporate companies should be establishing education programs, scholarship opportunities, internships specifically for Black people so that Black people can get the support, the knowledge that they need to enter these industries.” (In August, Cushnie, along with other retail and fashion executives, launched RaiseFashion, an organisation that will provide mentorship programs for Black-owned brands and industry professionals.)

Companies will also need to make space. “I think if people in power, specifically white people in positions of power, actually want to change the world for the better, they need to say, ‘Okay, I have to take a hit,’ or ‘I have to step aside for other people, specifically minorities, to be in spaces and to have access,’” Christopher John Rogers recently said in Vanity Fair. “If we’re expecting Black excellence, we can no longer accept white mediocrity.” 

With this in mind, it’s time fashion takes a look in the mirror — and then does its part in initiating change within corporate structures, by hiring more people of color in all positions but especially at decision-making, creative, and leadership levels, and committing to supporting Black talent, financially and through grants and scholarships.

And if it doesn’t? Well, then it’s hard to imagine much of a future for an industry stuck so firmly in the past. 

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