#hells-fvry

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Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[hazbinned]

Since Charlie had forced him to start carrying a cellphone, Alastor could count the number of times he'd used it on a singular hand. He'd thought about using it far more, but starting a text and sending one were two very different things. All of those unsent texts meant for one specific recipient, not a single one ever actually sent. He never initiated it's use, and while Angel had texted him a time or two, he had still yet to use the thing to call anyone.

At least, not intentionally.

Where Angel was and what he was doing, Alastor didn't know, but it was very, very clear what Al was currently preoccupied with: A fight. A rather violent one, if the sounds of muffled shouting and destruction through the receiver were anything to go by.

The call had started from the very first hit, Alastor having landed on the phone tucked within his coat pocket after being blindsided while returning from his visit to Cannibal Town. Maybe it was divine intervention (as if he deserved such a thing) or perhaps his own powers had subconsciously reached out for help after someone had managed to actually get the drop on him, but either way, that little device would connect to Angel's phone without either demon knowing through the duration of the fight.

Still a bit drained after that rather nasty little tiff with Valentino for Angel's soul a short time ago (not that Al would ever admitt to how harrowing it had been), his assailant had managed to get several decent hits against the Radio Demon before being put down with a clear, sickening crunch of bones.

Even after the would be assassian was dead, Alastor still talked as if they could hear him, it more so being from nerves than anything else. "Tell that disgusting bug he'll have to do better than that if he wants Angel's soul from me. There are very few people I love in this fucking hellhole, and I will die before I give him up." //hey. what if. what if i just-

In that short amount of time (which must have seemed a lot longer than it actually was to both of them), Angel Dust had been smacked with a whirlwind of emotions. First, he'd received the call— something he was fairly used to. His phone hadn't been blowing up nearly as much ever since he'd been freed from Valentino, as he'd blocked the moth as soon as he was certain that nothing terrible would come from it... but his friends at the hotel called and texted him regularly. Usually, it was Charlie, gushing about new projects she had in mind-- sometimes it was Husk, Vaggie, Niffty... the whole gang.

What Angel was not used to was seeing Alastor's name pop up on his screen. The Radio Demon usually texted him back when he reached out first (and, boy, was Alastor a dry texter), but he never called. Angel was just glad he'd got the fellow using his phone at all. So, to see that Alastor was not only calling him, but initiating the call? Excitement was like a caged bird in Angel's chest, and he bit his lip to stifle what would have otherwise transformed into a stupid grin. The phone was lifted to his 'ear', and he leaned against the wall, a hand on his hip... and spoke.

"Finally decided ta call me, huh? What's up, Al?"

Angel eyed his nails, freshly painted with glitter polish. He rolled his wrist a few times, and then lifted his head to peer around the store when he got bored with that. That was... odd.

Alastor wasn't answering him, not as far as he could tell.

Frown tugging at his lips, Angel pushed pink shopping bags into the crook of his elbow and made his way into the main part of the mall, where there was no music playing. Maybe, he thought, he'd be able to hear him better this way.

But he couldn't.

All that he was receiving from the other end of the phone was screaming, crunching, smacking— some eldritch-sounding noises, plus the sound of gunshots, and things falling and exploding. It was like the score of a really stereotypical action movie, minus any music. One with monsters, and...

"Alllll. Helloooo? Earth ta Alastor!" Angel groaned, getting impatient. "This some kinda prank?"

Alastor wasn't really the type for pranks, was he? If he was, he seemed like the kind of guy who would enjoy them more in-person. Jumping out of dark hallways and the like-- not scheming up some elaborate phone-based experience. Angel tucked a strand of his white hair beneath the arm of his pink sunglasses and started walking, making his way to the door.

Maybe the reception was just terrible in here. Maybe it would help if he stood outside and listened.

As he passed shops and eager-looking shoppers (most of whom shot curious glances his way, not that he blamed them. The attack on Valentino-- and Angel Dust's subsequent release from his prior shackles-- had made big news, and fast), the spider began gnawing on his lip. His earlier delight caved 'neath worry, which festered in his stomach like a rotting sore.

Angel pushed through the great double-doors of the mall and rushed outside, where he went to the right and waited.

"Not funny, Al," he stammered, "What the Hell is goin' on ova' there?"

It was becoming increasingly obvious that Alastor had dialed him on accident, which was yet another reason that Angel wished the stag would just get a normal phone. Then they could avoid this kind of thing.

Little did Angel know that the incidental call had almost saved Alastor's life.

The spider opened his mouth to speak again, but was greeted with the welcome sound of Alastor's voice. Far-off and muffled, but unmistakable. (So, it was a misdial!)

... 'Disgusting bug?' Angel's soul?

The film star's mouth went dry, and his head suddenly felt light and airy. His limbs, too, became clammy and tingly with fear, as his entire body reacted to the information he'd just pieced together in his brain.

No.

Valentino.

Angel inhaled and exhaled far too audibly, trying to quell the onset of a panic attack. He'd known Valentino wasn't going to let him go that easily. Even if the moth was down and out, he wasn't gone— and it was sounding to Angel like his ex-pimp had recovered enough to start sending guys out to get him. And Alastor.

Were they trying to kill Alastor?

Angel had heard what Alastor said next thanks solely to luck, his head spinning at such a rate that he wouldn't have been surprised if he passed out.

Alastor's voice, ragged from the fight but strong and resolute: "There are very few people I love in this fucking hellhole, and I will die before I give him up."

Angel froze, pupils contracting within his colorful eyes. His fingers tightened around his phone, feeling like he might drop it-- and his heart, if he had one, had just about leapt into his mouth. He felt cold, like all the blood had drained from his body, and then he became extremely hot. His head was pounding. He had to mentally relive his day just to make sure that he couldn't possibly be high or inebriated out of his ever-loving mind.

... No. He wasn't high. He hadn't touched alcohol or drugs today. And that had been Alastor's voice. Muted, but clear. The words were unmistakable. Alastor was talking about him.

As the clouds began to lift from Angel's world, a wobbly, squiggly smile slithered its way onto his face. It grew wider and wider, until his teeth poked through, and what had once been a look of trepidation had soon become a cartoonishly massive, giddy grin. Angel's face flushed red under his fur, and he melted against the wall, shopping bags and all.

It was all he could do to keep from giggling uproariously and start rolling in circles on the ground. Be normal! Be cool! But how could he be, when he'd been thinking about Alastor for what felt like forever now? Their unlikely bond had left him with feelings that he'd thought would be forever unrequited, so he'd stuffed them down and buried them, refusing to acknowledge what they might mean. He was putting himself at risk here, catching feelings for yet another Overlord who owned his soul-- Angel had only been in love one other time, and it had been with Valentino. A daydream turned foul, tainted by years of abuse and manipulation and tears.

But Alastor wasn't like that.

Alastor had freed him. Angel had saved Alastor's life. He'd taught Alastor about makeup, and technology, and had warded off that creep that had been hitting on him...

The makings of confused, joyous laughter bubbled out of Angel's throat. He twirled around, and planted a smooch on the screen of his phone.

His flight response, the one that had been urging him to hang up and pretend he hadn't heard anything, had shattered into pieces. Maybe this was less logical. Maybe what Alastor was speaking of was platonic, or maybe it was what Angel thought it was, and Alastor would hear him squealing and regret everything and run... but Angel Dust couldn't hold back.

He beamed, and hugged the phone to his head, voice sweet like honey but genuine in every way:

"My God, Alastor. I love ya too."

{ @hells-fvry }

[nifftyandlcvely]

@hells-fvry | Continued from [x]

One of the things that terrified her about her Uncle Al was the way the voices she constantly heard often seemed to disappear around him, replaced by humming static. She didn't know what he did to make them go away, but the static unnerved even more than the voices did. So, when the familiar static returns, she stiffens slightly and takes a step away from the deer.

"I heard...," her voice was trying to escape her in her fear, both of someone getting hurt and of the man in front of her. "I heard Mr. Cat talk about giving Mr. Legs a pounding. And that he tore Mr. Legs skirt. You... please go save Mr. Legs..."

Her voice was almost non-existent by the time she finished.

[r-adio]

❝ OH, BUT I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. PERHAPS, if it makes you so angry, you can do something about it? though, i would recommend staying out of my way. i'm not fond of kittens that stick their noses where they don't belong. especially not you, @hells-fvry. ❞

[not-bcring]

"Kazuichi, could you be a dear and charge my cellular device with your electrical abilities?" Asked while his eyes were trained to a pile of paperwork, the demon prince handed his phone to the bun, who was snuggled comfortably into his lap despite the various wandering eyes of passing employees at the club. //shortly after that whole kidnapping, 'oh shit I shoot lightening' fiasco 🤔 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Kazuichi doesn't think he's ever been more comfortable— in this life or his past one —than he is whenever Gundham lets him rest upon his lap. Which has become whenever the bun demands, be it verbally or with a simple ❛ look ❜ shared between the two. One should never underestimate the power of pathetic eyes pleading from such a pink and plush sinner. Even with prying eyes all around, Kaz was relaxed enough to start nodding off. Fighting to keep his heavy eyelids from falling, for no reason other than childish stubbornness, he nearly misses Gundham’s request.

❝ Huh? Oh— Yeah, sure. ❞ He distractedly replies, shuffling off the looming sleep with a forceful shake of his head, ears flopping from the motion. Sucking in a steadying breath, he firmly holds Gundham’s phone in both hands. Gaze riveted on it as if the phone would try to leap away from his grasp, brows knit and nose scrunches as he attempts to recreate the accidental burst of electricity that had saved their asses a few days prior.

Albeit with not as much deadly force. Aiming for more of a helpful shock than a panicked bout of destruction, fur bristles with static as Kazuichi feels an odd but familiar tingling course through him. Hoping it doesn’t feel weird for Gundham, he focuses on trailing it toward his fingertips, figuring that he could ease it into the device. Watching as crackles of yellow dance vibrantly across pink fur, dappling across the phone… Satisfaction at handling his newfound power so well ( especially with how much he’s been avoiding practicing, fear of disappointing Gundham apparently far stronger than fear of the lightning lying dormant within him ) lasts only a brief breath before the phone abruptly starts sparking.

Yelping as the device erupts into a smoking, crackling mess, Kazuichi throws the phone across the room… Hard.

Quickly realizing what he just did, the bunny stiffens in his seat. Face cascading with a blush that somehow shows even on his bubblegum complexion, he glances at Gundham before hastily looking away. Mouth opens as it to spout an excuse or lash out with a retort to a comment not yet even MADE, jaw snapping shut with an audible click as Kazuichi's voice fails him. Cheeks reddening, shoulders hunch as he ironically presses himself further against Gundham's chest, trying to obscure his pout as he finally snaps, ❝ Don't say a fuckin' word. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[burning-fcols]

「 ☆ 」 Husk's desperation to surrender to his hold makes Angel's stomach twist as if HE'D been the one to drink too much. Were that true, he'd at least be granted the mercy of emptying its contents onto the floor in a rush of nauseating relief. Embarrassing but familiar, Angel confident in his ability to pick himself up, wipe his mouth off, and stumble away from the consequences of his actions as if they'd never happened in the first place. It takes a fair amount of skill to be sick and sexy at the same time, but Angel has proven he pulls it off well.

Being sober? Offering compassion to someone who had drowned themselves in liquor and was just slapped in the face with what their drunken stupor had wrought? It's a far harder role to play... and one Angel knows he shouldn't be. Not when it had been HIS actions to reduce Husk to such a fragile state. Bo Husk deserves to be in the arms of someone who didn't have a part to play in the trembling accosting his form. Forcing Husk into the humiliating role of seeking comfort from the cruel, Angel can't stop the slight tremor in his own hand as it caresses the fur atop his lover's head. Gingerly running his fingers through as he softly shushes the feline.

❝ Shh, shhh... It's okay, baby. You didn' do anythin' wrong. ❞ Being called ❛ angelo ❜ settles wrongly on his senses in this context. Almost as much as the pet name that instinctively falls from his lips, Valentino's voice interlacing the sentiment in his mind. ❛ It's alright, baby... Let Daddy comfort you~ ❜ Choking down the bitter taste on his tongue— bile threatening to rise in his throat —Angel shakily exhales before forcing himself to continue, ❝ You were sauced outta yer mind. Ain't no way you could'a known what you were sayin'... I was jus' bein' an asshole. ❞

What else is new?

Resting his chin on top of Husk's head, Angel brings his partner firmer against his curled body; as if trying to shield him from anything that may dare reach out for the feline. Claws poke deeper past his shirt thanks to the action, but Angel has endured far worse. Deserves far worse after what he's put Husk through. Tired eyes lift to gaze at the barrier of feathers around them. Unworthy of being encased by Husk's faux protection and painfully-aware of it. But that won't stop Husk... He's a stubborn sort. Always has been. A trait that ruined Bo's life; allowing misfortune to follow him into the afterlife as well.

Claws sink deeper into thick fur, Angel holding Husk protectively even though he's the biggest threat to the other man's happiness. ❝ 'M sorry, Bo... ❞ 「 ☆ 」

Husk hadn't been aware Angel moved to sit beside him until he felt the hand on his own, a sharp intake of breath tensing at his trembling shoulders, so very sure it was going to be a touch filled with harm, until that oh so familiar voice cut through the panic. Angel wasn't Al, this wasn't a punishment, it was comfort.

The cat didn't hesitate to curl into his partner, seemingly trying to bury himself in the offered fluff now instead of the hard wood of the sticky floor. Though still trembling, it did lessen once he was in the spider's arms, it being one of the few places he could feel safe anymore, even if right now he didn't feel like it was deserved.

"I-I'm sorry, angelo. You know I wouldn't- T-That if I h-hadn't-" Every thought remained unfinished, Husk far to wired to allow the jumbled sentiments the chance to fully leave his shaky muzzle where they tripped across a fly-paper tongue. Letting his wings wrap around them both for a semblance of faux privacy, the claws that had been digging into his own head instead griped tight at Angel's shirt, the pop of seams being heard as sharpened tips poked through. "I'm sorry..."

[infernal-lightning]

Hey folks! I know I've been a bit M.I.A this month, for a couple reasons, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things over the next few days! Just going to do another quick check in with those that I've been threading with. I know I owe quite a few replies, but if you'd rather not continue the thread we have (or would want to start a new one instead) feel free to DM/IM me!

Otherwise, just give this post a like if you're still interested in writing the thread I'm listing here.

UPDATE:

Crossing off threads that have been dropped.

@hazs-been - Distracted (this never got a reply, should I assume it's lost interest for ya?)

@amischiefofmuses - A New Resident (This was our main thread but hasn't gotten a reply since the last post so just checking in!)

@amischiefofmuses - Rude Awakening (I don't know if this was meant to just be a one-off kind of thing haha)

@amischiefofmuses - Guilty (same deal as above?)

@helluvah0tel - Meeting in the Tower (this also never got a reply so shall I assume it's not of interest anymore?)

@moonlightsdew - Sleepless Nights (I owe a reply!)

@radioiaci - Photo Propositions (I owe)

@hells-fvry - Maintaining Composure (been over a month now, assuming you've lost interest?)

@demondads - Middle of the Night (I owe!)

@tuneonin - Humming

@misbchave - Don't Play Games (I owe!)

@unholy-ordainmemt - Meeting

@spider-slvt - Nail Painting

@mmorning-stars - Lighting and Drinks

@radiosrequiem - Lonely Whiskey

@radicheart - Nightmares (not sure if this was supposed to be a one-off kind of thing? lol my bad if so)

@daddymothxxx - Bored Now (I owe!)

@inside-of-every-demon - After The Battle (I owe!)

@screentimeoverlord - A New Target (I owe!)

@tunedradio - Weep (I owe!)

[mudskip-muses]

im not dead!!

it may seem like it since ive only been on @the-ultimate-muses and more recently @hells-fvry, but i havent for gotten about all my other blogs! i just have little to no threads depending on which blog is in question, so its gonna seem like my other blogs @speckled-and-spattered @home-plate-muses @the-normandy-and-beyond @wasteland-muses and @super-hero-support-group are all but dead for long stretches of time. im not opposed to writing on those blogs, but those muses have been very distant as of late so im typically not actively searching about to start threads as much. that doesnt mean you cant still send stuff in!! im still around, im just lurking about until i can gather enough mind to write my other muses with the threads i do have uwu that being said i did clean out a large majority of threads simply for my own sanity, there were just too many to handle lol feel free to send new stuff in or dm me to plot, ill be around!! (also this is being reblogged to all my blogs sorry in advance lol)

[hellizens]

@hells-fvry replied to your post “(( Playing L.ethal C.ompany by myself because I'm...”:

Wait until he learns about the rubber duck loot lmao

"THERE'S RUBBER DUCK LOOT!?"

[lustfulxxxprincess]

"Are we playing just for fun or are we making bets?"

"Well I'm bored."

[burning-fcols]

"You have been jumping through quite an extensive set of hoops to avoid me, łīⱦⱦłē đᵾȼҟ, and I wish to know why." Cornering Lucifer in his own room in a wisp of shadow, Alastor's smile was as big and sharp as ever, but pulled just a bit too tight as he loomed over the smaller demon. Something wasn't right, things had been fine, even after they- Things had been fine, until all of a sudden Lucifer seemingly vanished from the halls of the hotel, Alastor unable to shake the feeling that somehow he had been the cause. How was he meant to get Lucifer's attention play with the little king's temper if there was no king to poke? //🦆🥚🦌 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This shouldn’t be possible… Granted, Lucifer doesn’t know EVERYTHING there is to know about these things. The workings of his own anatomy is an enigma to say the least, both him and Lilith flabbergasted at Charlie’s conception. But it still feels like this shouldn’t be occurring. Like he’s somehow committed a heinous sin against Alastor despite the deer being very involved in the act as well. If anything, Lucifer would argue it’s mainly Alastor’s fault for confronting him in the first place! Honestly, he may go so far as to say it’s solely Alastor’s— Okay, fine. That’s not true.

It’s still mostly Alastor’s fault though.

Pacing with his head down and mind swimming, the sharp click of hooves echo in the spacious room. Forging his usual attire in favor of pajamas— rubber-duck-patterned pants and a loose-fitting shirt with an image of one asleep —messy hair and frantic mutterings don’t help with his frazzled demeanor. This is insane… It’s utterly nonsensical! How could it even— Why would it—

Alastor hates him. No he doesn’t. Alastor hates him. If he did, then why is spawn preparing to enter the world? … Alastor is going to hate him, once he learns of this. Alright, that makes sense. Hands subconsciously resting over his stomach, Lucifer barely feels any different. Yet he KNOWS what is brewing. At first, he’d been confused but not suspicious. Husk offering him food— insisting he take it —had been strange, but nothing to obsess over. That nagging urge to find Alastor, the near-anxiety of not being in close-proximity to the deer… it was annoying, but Lucifer could still brush it off as an unfortunate effect of the— … shift in their relationship.

Lucifer always has been a bit on the clingy side ( ironically, it’s one of the strongest reasons he can have an unfortunate habit of distancing himself ) … and Alastor has been confusing as of late. It’s no wonder that after being— cared for by him, he wouldn't know how to act around the deer. That was the assumption until he found himself hurling into the toilet, a sudden and strong bout of morning sickness making him fall to his knees... and he NEVER gets sick. The only other time he ailed like this was when— Hence, the madman pacing as he tries to fight back the tightness in his chest.

Two days. He has TWO days... Technically one before he starts ❛ showing ❜ , and then the egg will be here. There will be no hiding it then. Especially not since nesting instincts will glue him to it, tasked with keeping it safe for WEEKS ( twenty-eight days, to be exact ) until it's ready to hatch. Practically bedridden, needing to warm and diligently turn the precious creature, lest things go... badly. And he REFUSES to let any harm befall his newest child... His and Alastor's chi—

❝ Oh fuck. ❞ He mutters, skidding to a halt as the subject of his panicked pondering materializes in front of him. As if summoned by being the SOURCE of Lucifer's problems, the deer now towers over him, sending a shiver up the ❛ little duck's ❜ spine thanks to that stupidly-enjoyable nickname. The same one that set this whole dance into motion. ❝ You— You want to know why? Oh. Okay. That's... That's um, that's— doable. Yep. I can definitely do that. ❞

Mouth rambling without his agreement, Lucifer internally reprimands himself for spending so much time fretting over how Alastor may react to the news, yet not figuring out how he was going to TELL him. Short of shoving an egg in his face and saying ❛ Guess what? ❜ . Barking out a nervous laugh, crimson hues flit around the room as he briefly considers teleporting out of there. But whatever few moments that would allow him still wouldn't be nearly enough to compose a plan... It still takes him a second to shake off the temptation.

❝ I, uh... Well. You see— I... have a— ... We have— ❞ Coughing into a closed fist, Lucifer then looks up at Alastor, takes a deep breath and ever-so-delicately... BLURTS out, ❝ I'm pregnant. ❞

❝ And it's yours. Just in case that wasn't clear. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[hazbinned]

@hells-fvry said: The harsh crackle of static would be Alastor's perverbiale knock at the door, the deer having no qualms about letting himself into the moth's studio despite it being the middle of a work day. Ħē ⱳⱥꞥⱦēđ ⱥꞩ ᵯⱥꞥɏ ꝑēꝋꝑłē ⱦꝋ ꞩēē Ꝟⱥł ӻⱥłł ⱥꞩ ꝑꝋꞩꞩīƀłē Green mist and the tingle of electricity lingering in the air, Alastor stepped free from his shadowy portal with eyes like radio dials before shifting back into a look of faux hospitality. "Hel-lo my fine fellow! Pardon the interruption, but I have come with a...proposition of sorts. A ĐɆ₳Ⱡ. Give me the rights to Angel's soul, and I let you live! What fun options, wouldn't you say? Ȼħꝋꝋꞩē ⱳīꞩēłɏ." //hehehehe bug gonna go SQUISH : )

It wasn't every day that a portal appeared in the middle of Val's shoot. It was even rarer that Alastor, famous for his extreme avoidance of the Vees' tower and all that there was to do with them, stepped from said portal and demanded Angel Dust's soul.

Valentino just peered over his glasses and outright gawked at him for a moment. He really needed to get a new prescription. And new ears, even though he had none to begin with. Maybe a new brain, too. Was he dreaming?

This could not be happening— Alastor could not be serious. The Radio Demon cared about no one but himself, they all knew that. So, if he wasn't doing it out of kindness, why would he want Angel's soul? It wasn't a particularly powerful one, and it already had an owner. Getting it wouldn't be easy; Alastor had to know that. Besides, every other soul out there on the street was fair game.

This had to be a joke, and so that's what Valentino took it as.

The moth leaned forward in his chair and started giggling, pink smoke trailing up from the cigarette he held in his hand. First, his laughter was quiet, and then it got loud, and then raucous. He tipped his head back and slapped his knee.

"Angel's soul, or I die!" he yelled out, "¡Dios mío! HAHAHA!"

It took a few long seconds, but Valentino was able to somewhat get himself under control again. At least enough to wave to his camera man to stop filming.

"HA- Oh- Oh, wow!" he beamed, flicking a tear from his eye. "Now I see why Vox is so obsessed with you. You're... interesting."

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Looking for a job..?"

[nifftyandlcvely]

@hells-fvry | Continued from [x]

Climbing to sit on one of the bar stools that were all taller than her, Molly made a face that was half confusion half exasperation. "You just told me to stay away from... like half the people here," she reiterated. Not that he had really needed to tell her any of that. It wasn't like she was just going to care-freely wonder around anywhere in Hell, hotel for redemption or not.

She couldn't help but noticed how much he seemed to be hiding his vices in her presence, between the correction in his speech and hesitation in picking up the bottle. "You know, you don't have to hold back on my account. Between being born in Hell and working for the Vees, I don't think there's anything I haven't seen yet. I don't wanna be an inconvenience." It was already weird enough not having any one bark orders at her, but to go out of their way to maker her feel more comfortable was just too weird. Like, someone would jump out of nowhere and pull the rug out from under her at moment. Reveal that this all had been a big joke and some kind of test that she failed. Nothing felt real, and it definitely didn't feel like she belonged there.

When Husker asked about toys though, it sent a shiver through her spine, memories of long nights going through toy products to check for imperfections or shorting through piles of junk that Vox, Valentino, or Velvette had knocked over in a hissy fit for anything salvageable enough for Vox to sell or any number of inane tasks Vox commanded her to do for one of his toy brands. He had put her in charge of them because "You're a kid, right? Kids like toys and shit."

"Uhm, no," the little Teddy Bear replied shortly. "I'm not really... into toys anyways. I've... kinda outgrown them already."

[velvettexcupcake]

"Okay now I definitely remember you! Not only are you the radio demon one of my associates can't stop talking or thinking about but that voice! You have a voice meant for radio. Butter on the ears darling I really have to give you credit." She allowed the kiss upon her hand. If anything she delighted in it.

"Pleased to meet you dear Call me velvette. I have to say even without knowing each other you've provided me with quite the bit of entertainment. Just your very existence has my voxy in a little hissy fit. It's been hilarious to watch unveil. So I really have to thank you for that."

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"You look familiar darling. Have I seen you somewhere before?" Of course she knew who alastor was but she wanted him to properly introduce himself to her. She heard many things about the overlord. Mostly from vox and she wanted to make up her own mind about the man.

[necrolightguitar]

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Sal's gait is surprisingly casual as he moves closer to the hotel, his mask--now unremovable, as he'd found out the other night--lending him its completely blank expression.

The only thing giving away his panic is the way his blue fur bristles and his wolf-like tail curls to sit between his legs.

Where is he? The last thing he remembers is the electric chair, a distant and desperate banging on the door, the clank of the lever as they--

Sal stops just outside of the doors. His ears turn this way and that against his will, the relatively new appendages trying to catch any sounds that stand out. Eventually the sinner gives up, opting to instead call out.

"Is someone there?"

[infernal-lightning]

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Hi all! Just for the sake of my own organization, I'm going to be posting a list of the threads I have going. If you're tagged in this and would rather not continue the thread, please let me know in DMs/IMs so I know for sure! Otherwise, if you're cool with continuing just give this a like. Also I'm just naming these randomly, sorry if the names suck lol

@themosthatedbeing - A Hurt Too Close

@adventures-written - Seeking Protection

@amischiefofmuses - A New Resident

@inside-of-every-demon - After The Battle

@hells-fvry - Maintaining Composure

@demondads - Middle of the Night

@amischiefofmuses - Guilty

@lucifertxt - A Stroll

@radioiaci - Photo Propositions

@moonlightsdew - Sleepless Nights

@cxncrie - Catfight (lol)

@secr3trings - Distracted

@amischiefofmuses - Rude Awakening

@screentimeoverlord - Getting to Know You

@helluvah0tel - Meeting in the Tower