#rainbowofsinners

[helluvasins]

@rainbowofsinners

✥✧∘* "You were supposed to avenge me you know..." Pouting. "We were on the same team...!" Teasing.

[hazbinned]

@rainbowofsinners , continued from here.

Unfortunately for Valentino, the wide, toothy grin, nervous wave, and high-pitched 'heeeeeey!' that he had put forth upon his partner's entry hadn't worked.

Now, Valentino usually wasn't intimidated by Vox in the slightest. The guy was short (in comparison to him, at least) and it often felt like Val could get away with anything, and like Vox would just let it go.

That was why he liked him. Vox was an enabler. He could do whatever he wanted, and his friend would still be there at his side.

.... Unless, of course, it had to do with their public image, and Valentino's public violence. That, for some reason, always pushed Vox into the realm of this sparking, scary rage-machine.

Every time the other Vee drawled his name like that, it sent a chill up Val's spine, right out to the tips of his wings. Not that he would ever say it.

He would much rather just pass it off as being turned on.

Hell, he kind of was.

The moth was frozen in place as he was yanked down, red eyes open wide and unblinking, with the teeniest, tiniest worry lines visible beneath them. He allowed his partner to rant and make his demands, though his mind wandered during some of it (was he sleeping on the couch tonight...? Could he schmooze his way out of this...? Were they breaking up for the millionth time?) — Vox did want answers, at least.

Perfect. Vox was going to hear him out.

"Mm- he..." Should he tell the Media Demon the truth, or would that just make him angrier? "He called you flat, and said you were a 'talentless hack who has no game'...?"

Yeah, that was good. He felt like he was finding his footing now; he was going to run with it.

Valentino adopted a knowing, devious little smirk, placed his bottom two hands on Vox's hips, and then draped the remaining top two over Vox's shoulders... a thin trail of pink saliva dribbling through his teeth.

"Calm doooowwwn, amor," he whined, swaying a little, as though they were about to dance-- even though Vox still had his claws hooked deep in his coat. "I was not just going to sit there and allow him to besmirch your honor... this was an act of passion! Nobody talks shit about mi papito and gets away with it. That fucker needed to learn his lesson..."

Val grinned, and moved in to lean his head against Vox's.

"... Right?"

[countlessrealities]

@rainbowofsinners sent: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the princess' bitch! What brings you here?" - [Vox @ Vaggie]

The scowl that opens on Vaggie's face the moment Vox addresses her speaks in volumes of what she thinks of his greeting. It's not even the "bitch" part that bothers her, she's used to that. It's the implications that reflect on Charlie that truly anger her. They can call her every name under the sun, she'll keep her cool if the situation demands it. But insults, even indirect ones, aimed at Charlie? She won't stand for them.

Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have hesitated to at least kick him where it matters...or even better stab him with her spear in a non-vital spot. However, she's supposed to be there for "business".

That doesn't mean that Vox will be spared any of the jabs she'll feel like throwing at him.

"It surely isn't because of your ridiculous face or your fake charisma," she shoots back with as much hostility as she's allowed. "I've been sent to discuss a...work proposition for you."

Which, oddly and worryingly enough, has been Alastor's idea. Just as he has been the one to insist that she went to talk to the Media Demon about it. The radio freak is obviously cooking one of his creepy schemes and she hates that she has no clue of what it might be about.

"Can we talk somewhere a little less crowded, or are you seriously that much of an attention whore that you can't have an interaction without an audience?"

[hells-greatestdad]

"....first time?"

Lucifer can shapeshift, including swapping out biological sex characteristics. You do the math.

[venisontransmission]

rainbowofsinners Ari: “Good boy, denying the nosy little insects any satisfaction!”

"Aristile! Shut! Up!"

[gctchell]

"One of those stalked me at the beach."

She is remembering.

She is Remembering. . . . .

"I even heard music playing."

Had to be a placebo. . . had to be. . . . had t-

"I LOVE YOU TOO!!"

@crimsonsharked // @wonderfultheatre // wall.

[mcltiples]

Is he seeing double -- TRIPLE? "My money's on all 'em losin'."

[poisonedspider]

Closed beach week starter for @rainbowofsinners

"Wow, color meh' surprised that yeh'd even show up tah' somethin' like this." Angel blinked, one hand on his waist, looking at the other over the rim of his hot pink sunglasses. He had dressed casually enough for check-in, not wanting people to be blessed with his stunning body in a swimsuit quite yet. Might as well get settled in for the day, explore what this particular hotel had to offer, before considering soaking up the Pride Ring's lack of sun. A red sundress had seemed to suffice.

"Are yeh' just so worried tah' not have an eye on all of us in case we make the hotel look bad or somethin'?" Pushing his sunglasses atop his head at this point, lips curling into a slightly interested smirk. "Wait wait wait....are we gonna get tah' be graced with th' Radio Demon himself in a swimsuit?"

[hostradio]

❝  oh,  don't  stop  on  my  account. ❞  the  radio  demon  bears  uncanny  resemblance  to  the  cheshire  cat  —  lounging  ever  so  comfortably  atop  a  vantage  point,  mouth  curved  in  that  perpetual  grin  of  countless  knifelike  teeth.  one  hand  props  up  his  chin;  the  other  raises  in  a  jaunty  little  wave  to  his  doppelganger.  (  pleasure  to  be  meeting  you,  quite  a  pleasure.  )  ❝  i  do  so  love  dabbling  in  a  bit  of  bloodshed  —  but  admittedly there IS  something  oddly  charming  about  witnessing  a  fellow  maestro  of  the  sanguinary  arts  at  work!  ❞

@rainbowofsinners &&. liked for a STARTER.

[radioiaci]

▹@rainbowofsinners continued from x.

It was not exceedingly well known that Alastor had precious little defense to offer in the face of electricity. The punch that he'd taken directly to the face had rattled somewhere in the back of his head, forcing a vicious bite to his tongue which resulted in blood spilling freely from between his teeth as he stood, heaving wet breaths with each passing second. Certain that something internal was shattered or broken, Alastor could only put it from his mind.

But Vox was not the only one exhausted - his stance faltered just a touch, catching himself at the last moment as he glared at the other from the distance between them. One of his own antlers had been cracked; that was not a thing that he thought could happen - but it had.

The other's insistence for conversation was wearing on him. But he knew that they could not keep at this forever. Not with him feeling about ready to lose his footing entirely and having long since exhausted his ability to summon up any 'help' in the form of his shadow or otherwise.

"What is..." He paused. The radio demon's words were coming out in a heavily filtered, roughly staggered crackle. The bite to his tongue and blood still puddling from his mouth were not helping.

"What is there to talk about?"

Alastor knew there was plenty. But he was stubborn.

And he still wanted to run.

[helluvasins]

@rainbowofsinners

Look at him, moving to sit directly on his lap with a wiggle.

Time to be annoying.

✥✧∘* "It's time we start talking business, mi polilla. Let's start shaking up the status quo, no? You have guns that have been lonely." He says, scritching under his chin.

[hazbinned]

@rainbowofsinners said:

"Good marrow, Angel Dust! Art thee awaiting somebody 'round this parlous yard?" He's looming over the other with intrigue, paying no mind to the crowd of sinners running away in screaming terror once they notice him. [Zestial @ Angel Dust! Parlous = dangerous; yard = land]

Angel had no idea what a 'parlous yard' was, but he knew well enough who Zestial was. The guy was practically a celebrity; the Overlord to beat all other Overlords. Ancient, wise, and terrifyingly powerful... hence the number of people scrambling to flee.

Angel Dust, however, just found himself rooted to the spot, head tilted back as he gaped up at the looming arachnid and tried to find his voice.

"I, I... uh... uhhh..."

Now, hold on. Zestial knew his name? Angel was used to being recognized, but he hadn't expected this in a million years. Did Zestial watch his movies? Had Val mentioned him during an Overlord meeting? Or was Zestial just so in tune to what was going on around him that he'd been able to pick up on who Angel was through ads, the news, word of mouth, and the like?

With haste, Angel made an attempt at blinking the stupor out of his eyes and slipping into an air of confidence. There was no way he was going to be able to woo the primordial and powerful Zestial, so he wasn't even gonna try.

Honesty was the best policy with someone like this. Everyone worth their salt knew that their best chance at a positive interaction with Zestial was to respect Zestial.

That meant it was time to be genuine.

"... N-No," Angel stammered, "I lost my pig, Nuggs..."

Gulping, he stuck his hand in his pocket and felt around for his phone. His lock screen was a picture of him and Fat Nuggets, so he didn't even have to open it. He just turned it on and held it, shakily, out for the eldritch being to see.

"Full name's Fat Nuggets. He'd neva run away from me, but somethin' spooked 'im... some kinda sound, an' he darted out the door. You ain't happened ta've seen 'im anywhere, right...?"

Charlie was never going to believe this-- Angel Dust, asking Zestial for help! What the heck was he doing?!

[voxxcd]

Watch Alastor (7'0) pick up a much taller Vox with his tentacles for fun. He's staring up at him with a headtilt and a devious grin on his face. "Been some time, old friend!"

                                      Pick My muse up!

"Piece of shit-" Once he got over the shock of suddenly being lifted up by creepy ass tentacles he makes eye contact with Alastor, then proceeds to send several volts of electricity through the tentacles.

[voxxisms]

He's going to poke this Vox's toaster head. For fun. (Vox @ Vox)

toaster head vox / accepting.

careful! the toaster head itself runs at around three hundred degrees at all times, ready to flash toast just about anything, including any invading fingers!

❛ i wouldn't be tapping glass if i were you. keep your claws off. ❜

ding! a glowering expression plastered over a slice of whole grain toast, perfectly cooked. he's getting a handle on it. a little.

[venisontransmission]

@rainbowofsinners continued

"That's an interesting addendum. I don't recall you specifying for a doe specifically!" He leans against his far larger alternate with a cute little grin, smaller but just as sharp. Devilish, one could even say!

"But I suppose I can take the compliment where it's given. I am very cute, after all. Though you act far more like the flushed little doe than I do in these meetings of ours."

[pinklocksoflove]

@rainbowofsinners

"Jeez, who'd you hire for this server set up? It's what you get for hiring cheap schmucks. Can't even tell where half the cables are meant to go." She'd already shed her dress shirt due to working up a bit of a sweat, revealing her tank top underneath.

"And before you ask, I'm billing by hour, sir."