#hellmxses

[hazbinned]

"I'm not forgetting you, get involved, jackass."

Where's his nose though? Velvette brings up a hand and then firmly boops where she presumes a nose should be, though all it makes is a squeaky sound on Vox's screen. Still, she'll take it.

"Velvette," Vox laughed irritably, pulling away. "On average, touch screens have over 25,000 bacteria per square inch. Why are you contributing."

[poisonedspider]

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body./ from val... from @hellmxses

Angel Dust hated the way that he absolutely flinched away, even with the touch being so gentle. He hated that it showed how vulnerable he felt in those moments, or that it showed Valentino just how much his abuse affected him. In a way, Angel felt that it was just giving Valentino more ammo. More control. Angel, who could be so strong and fierce, was terrified of the moth some days. If Valentino kept him under a strong hand, Angel would never be defiant.

Well, that wasn't fully true. He had stood up to Valentino in the club to protect Niffty - the irony that Val had been in a club called Consent was not lost on him. Though as soon as a hand had been laid on him, he had decided to leave rather than fight more. However, that had been in a crowd of people - Valentino was an idiot, but he wouldn't dare to risk the reputation of the Vees by beating the crap out of Angel in public.

In private was different. Which was what was happening now. Valentino had gone on a fit of rage, and for whatever reason this time, had decided to take it out on his favorite toy. Angel had been curled up, pressed tightly against a wall, still clad in the outfit he was wearing for the shoot. Mascara streaked down his white fur. He was literally stuck in a corner, which was the only reason the pimp had been able to touch him at all.

He knew better than to bite back or tell Valentino to fuck off, quickly turning his face away. Not a black eye this time, he didn't think, but his cheek definitely felt swollen and bruised. So did his wrists, which Val had grabbed and yanked far too harshly. His cheek was where Val touched, Angel sniffing and refusing to make eye contact. For someone who talked so much, he refused to say a word.

[countlessrealities]

@hellmxses gets a short starter! ~ Vox & Velvette

It's been a week since the battle with Heaven and the dust still hasn't fully settled. Unsurprisingly so, Vox would say. Extermination Day has been cancelled, but for how long? Unknown. There's always the chance that Heaven might retaliate, a thought that understandably leaves everyone a little on the edge.

There's also the matter of Princess Morningstar and her Hotel, which Lucifer himself seems to have decided to sponsor. There are no answers to whether or not Redemption is possible, but the victory has spread a few, weak seeds of "what if...?" among the general mocking and skepticism.

Last but not least, he still hasn't figured out what Alastor is getting out of that ordeal and it's driving him crazy. The Radio Demon always drives him crazy, about everything, but never mind that.

The sound of the door of the meeting room opening snaps him back on the present and a second later Vox's screen is once again showing his usual smirk, all confidence and charm. No trace is left of his brooding expression.

"Velvette, my dear! Thank you for joining me with such a short notice," he greets in his best cordial tone. "Can I say that you look radiant this morning? Oh, it's just going to be the two of us, Val is busy."

He has made sure of that. He needs to discuss level-headed ideas and Valentino can't really contribute in that sense.

[gamblins]

starter for @hellmxses for velvette

feline usually never goes up to velvets floor but today val needed a new outfit to be made for the feline. it was another day at the porn studio that val needed a specific outfit for the script that was beyond terrible but husk wasnt going to argue with valentino.

once the elevator door open, husk pushed himself off of the wall. walking toward the main room. the cat demon already didnt want to be here, " velvette, im here for my measurements or what not i dont know what the lovely val told you ."

[v0xtekk]

clawed fingers steeple , and a long breath is taken . screen flickers a little with irritation , then his eyes close . " i ' m sorry , " his eyes reopen , and it ' s obvious that there ' s an underlying hint of anger to his crimson gaze as he stared down at velvette . even more so when his screen glitches again , static crackling . " what do you mean val I S N O T C O M I N G ? ! " the idea was to put on a united front following the chaos of extermination day , for the vees to stand tall in the face of it all , for them to r u l e . ( @hellmxses liked for a starter ! )

[theundeadgospel]

Well, look at how comfy he is. Snug as a bug all up in her mantles and rugs.

…

It makes her envious of his comfort. Nevermind the ailments causing the drowsiness.

Snuggling up to the demon, Beth gently lifted one of his elegant wings to tuck herself into a fetal position behind him, spooning with a hum of contentment. He was so warm, the perfect size for cuddling, her arms tightening around him protectively.

And she rests. Not full on sleeping — a fool would sleep out in the open where danger lurks around every corner. She dozes — and waits patiently for him to reawaken.

—

Well. It was a home to her.

Several large tents were set up in the woods, each full of the necessities to camp out and survive in nature as opposed to the luxuries he was used to fine dining in.

Instead of a fireplace, there was a campfire. Instead of gourmet foods and chairs, there were animal meats being strung over the crackling flames. Instead of a large, expensive mattress, there was a tent packed full of warm furs and heavy, furred blankets. It may have not looked like much to him — but to her, this was home.

Navigating the moth inside, she then shimmied off his jacket and eased him into the nest of skins — and almost all at once, it felt like being snuggled by a large bear.

“ Rest, my darling… “

[spidrboots]

@hellmxses . || xxx.

when angel disturbs from slumber -- one that was deep & dreamless, his body finally shutting down after an arduous day at work -- it is with a groan from his lips & eyes squinting daggers as hell's early morning sun shines into the bedroom through parted curtains. it takes him several moments to gather his bearings & reassess where he was. the bed he had found himself in was larger than the one he was used to at the hotel ; more plush, even, & with a severe lack of a small pet pig at his feet.

his recognition of not only the bed, but the room & even the familiar arms wrapped around him, come to him then. he is surprised to also realize that he was still clothed, albeit it in panties & one of valentino's shirts. as he buries his face deeper into the pillow that was too damn soft, he recalls the night before. his lengthy shoot, far too many hours with far too many men, followed by dinner with valentino that was surprisingly ( almost scarily ) without incident. they had fallen asleep in each others arms like it was second nature. something about that thought dropped angel's stomach, & he couldn't -- perhaps wouldn't -- place why.

he shudders at val's touch, fingers somehow feeling impossibly delicate, like angel could break at any moment, trailing his spine. despite himself, the spider leans into it. & as val sweet talks him with promises of never having to do another shoot like last night, with honey on the tip of his tongue & words smoother than a song, angel can almost believe him. angel wants to believe him.

with a small grunt, he turns himself onto his other side so they can be face to face. it continued to astonish angel how innocuous valentino can seem in the light of morning, sunglasses discarded & gaze drowsy. the ache between his legs that spreads across his lower back makes him wince, & he distantly wonders if val has something for the pain, even if he knows the answer.

❝ yer really proud'a me ? ❞ he feels stupid even as he asks it, but his desperate need for validation outweighs the apprehension. ❝ i did my best, but i'unno how much more of those i have in me, val. gotta say, i'm kinda feelin' like shit today. ❞ one of his hands finds valentino's cheek, offering nothing but a hairs breadth of touch against the others skin.

❝ you promise ? ❞

[mothvalentino]

@hellmxses

ཐིཋྀ "How about we take the day off and do something fun, Angie baby?"

[theundeadgospel]

anywhore rough sketch of @hellmxses and I’s medieval AU w adam and beth

holy divine being, herald of the living and unholy necrotic being, herald of the undead UGHGHGHG

[isforever]

immediately a hand raises to shield his eyes, a dry laugh. " th'fuck val? is this a new kink or somethin'?" fuck, he hopes not. / @hellmxses

[hazbinned]

@hellmxses said: " are you okay ? " / angel to val ..

Fuck.

Val palmed at his eye with the front of one hand and (with another) snapped his sketchbook shut, legs still tucked under him even as he moved to glance up at Angel from his spot on his bed. This was stupid. So, so stupid.

"Angel– I thought you left," said Val without thinking, voice too raspy, too high, too soft for his liking. He wanted to lunge across the room and start whaling on him; anything to prove how fine he was. How normal he was. That he was not crying; that he didn't cry, that the only one here who was (or would be) crying was Angel, when he was through with him.

The reason the moth remained seated was because he did not have the energy to do that. His best bet was to wipe away his own tears and hope that Angel had not seen them, but it was, at best, a fool's errand— this was Hell. Val's tears stained pink.

So fucking stupid.

"Like... went home," Valentino continued, "A couple hours ago."

Early morning, like Angel often did. Before Val could wake up and keep him any longer.

"Were you in the shower?"

He didn't know why he didn't tell him to get out.

[poisonedspider]

"if i slip on another wet leaf, i'll scream." / for val. the imagery is too good to ignore from @hellmxses

"Then maybe yeh' should watch where yeh' walkin'. Ah' ain't yeh' seein' eye whore." He's snorting, wrapping arms around himself. Despite it being Hell, and stereotypically warm, the seasons still hit differently. And with being a twig like Angel was, it could be harder to prevent himself from catching a cold when the air was chilled and damp. But Vox had taken the limo, and Val had insisted on going out, so here they were - walking.

He had to prevent himself from bursting into hysterics with every slip that Val had taken, his tall sinner form practically flailing, only barely catching himself. Angel found some satisfaction in the idea of him falling straight onto his ass, but there had been a few times that he had shot out his arms and caught the moth before true damage could happen. Because while the concept of Valentino getting hurt was appealing to a degree, he never wanted to see it in practice.

"Heels probably weren't th' best option f' this kinda weather neither, Val." Angel, for once, was actually wearing flat boots. Practically uggs, with the way they were fur lined and came up to his knees. It actually made him even smaller than Valentino, but at least he was comfortable. "Yeh' gotta wear somethin' that's got good grip. Don't tell me yeh' th' type t' walk around in heels in th' snow, too?"

[checkingintohell-jc]

"You're a bit out of it tonight." / from velvette to valentino ,,, uvu ft. @hellmxses

Valentino wasn't just a bit off. He was very off. He was sitting in his room, the lights dim, and his TV was just a static screen. He glared at the television for the longest time before turning his eyes to Velvette.

"Have I ever told you how I died?"

He turned his eyes away to stare back at the screen. He didn't wait for her to answer before he continued, "One of my whores killed me. Shot me in the back with my own gun. It's ironic. I was no better than them before I took care of my own pimp."

He flicked his long fingers, his cigarette ashes falling to the floor, "It's my death day, and Vox isn't here. He said he'd be here."

[voxxisms]

@hellmxses  whispered a line  !! locked in a room  ( not currently accepting. ) "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad you're here with me." / from velvette.

         ❛  wow,  never?  thank you for that.  ❜

     vox rolled his eyes at her words,  though he was very quick to turn his attention back to trying to find a way out of this room.  it was the elevator,  to be exact,  one of the smaller ones,  since the main building's elevator was under maintenance.  but apparently,  there was a wider spread reason for the malfunctions,  because here they were,  in the secondary elevator,  stuck between floors with the doors locked.

he could access the systems,  get himself out,  but that would just leave velvette stranded,  which was not quite in the cards,  as far as he was concerned.

         ❛  if i lifted you,  do you believe you could get through there?  ❜    he pointed up at the ceiling,  gesturing to a small hatch.  the elevators were tall,  of course,  more so than many,  to accomodate the much taller of the vee's.  it did,  however,  put them at a slight disadvantage now.

[velvetwarfare]

“ What…the FUCK is she wearing. “

Betty clicked her tongue, watching one of his ‘stars’ walk by in the most GODS AWFUL, STRANGEST GIMP SUIT. Eyes then SHOOT DAGGERS at Val, taking a QUESTIONABLE puff on her cigar.

“ Can that bitch even BREATHE? People GET OFF to this? Suka, she looks like a TRASH BAG THAT HAD BEEN SUCTIONED TO SKIN.

Please tell me you are not into that. “

@hellmxses

[wolfkcst]

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @hellmxses

The moment the tall sinner picked the wolf-kissed up, they immediately went for biting his arm with a low growl. This is their life - being picked up only to bite the person picking them up. ❝Put me down, Angel. This is your last warning.❞