#threads;; val

[fcrox]

who: @valeria-flint where: Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons when: late morning

Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons, the wizard had visited a few times in the past. Every now and then even an alchemist might run out of the ingredients shared, or require a poison potent enough to melt even a metal down to nothing but a bubbling pool of simmering liquid. Another trip to assure exactly that, all materials stocked surely couldn't hurt. Even if he hadn't seen the witch he expected to find behind the counter in a while. Now, he hadn't been avoiding her. In fact, he may have been too busy altogether to consider the idea of that. Amycus had found himself disappearing into his work, the pressure of his shoulders.

Creaky door, the familiar sound of a bell ringing out as he entered. His eyes scanned the shelves before finally turning toward the center of the shop, an almost tame smile on his lips. There wasn't any malicious intend within his eyes, almost as though the wizard in question had reigned himself in. "Val." A nod, toward her but equally in acknowledgement. "Any chance you have my usual in stock?"

[fcrox]

Leta should have expected the question to come and yet when it did, she almost felt a little surprised. Whatever of that surprise was shown on her face, it was pushed down quickly as she turned toward the raven haired witch next to her. "I suppose it's only fair you ask. To a degree I feel we may have similar motives. You are one of Evan's closest friends, from what I gather. Neither of us had someone to go with."

The blonde let a sigh escape. Vulnerability wasn't something she was all too familiar with. Nor was she comfortable with the notion. "I did ask someone else. Antonin Dolohov. But he did have someone else to attend with, thus I went and asked the only other person who might understand not being wanted. And I very much think you being shunned this way is entirely silly. That engagement was between two people and only one is getting blamed. Somehow I don't think that's all that fair." There it was, the truth. Still, she was very much determined to have a good time. And the same, so she hoped, would count for Val. - @valeria-flint

Even though Val was very grateful that Leta had asked her to join her, it made the woman wonder why she had done so. They hadn’t exactly been close before, Evan was their common ground but other than that… maybe not so much. And Val was not one to contain her curiosity from others. No, the questions were being asked. “Up to you if you answer my question, but I know that I’m not the one to be seen with right now. So it makes me curious why you decided to ask me to start with and not someone else.”

[valtsv]

my prediction for shrue's arc this season btw

[hazbinsinners]

angel was way too fucked up to be here. but he was having fun. or . . . he thinks he is.

--- he's sort of having a relapse. maybe. who knows! he ran outta the hotel again -- turns out that he almost relied on work as a way to take a break from that redemptionfest, and as much as he hated work at the time, it was at least good for that -- and this time, it seems no one is saving him. that's fine. he can handle himself.

there was a drag show happening, so really, it could've been worse. if it was just an open club, he'd probably be a lot worse off. but all he's doing now is drunkely cheering on queens who look fucking phenomenal.

yeah, he's gotten felt up by a couple douchebags already, but that's just his every day life. he's almost debating taking one and going to some dark corner just to pass the time. he doesn't wanna go back to the hotel yet.

and then he catches a glimpse of someone . . . all too familiar. his chest seizes with that familiar anxiety, until he remembers how they parted ways last time. his heart is still squeezed with nerves, but now he's . . . confused. are they . . . friends? or . . . ?

he settles on grimacing and leaning against the railing that surrounds the stage, ducking his head in a hopeful attempt to not be seen, but he's fairly certain he made eye contact with val. fuck. val doesn't need to see him being a fuckin' mess. what if he decides to ditch him?

and why is he so afraid of that? it's all he ever wanted, once. now, he almost . . . misses him. the thought makes him sick. val is still his abuser, past or present. he shouldn't miss him.

but val wasn't . . . cruel last time. in fact, it was . . . nice. he'd debated going to his tower tonight and it had brought him here. seemed fate had a sense of humor.

( closed || @mothvalentino )

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Mitch's Shirt | Mitch's shoes

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

"Can you name at least 5 things Valentino is as a person other than a rapist moth?"

Uh, sweetie he's not a real person, and he's never actually raped anyone and he never will, because he's a goddamn fucking cartoon moth?????????

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: Moggadeet Medical Clinic FOR: Phelan Frost ( @allwiredwrong )

Val had headed straight to the clinic after checking on Zel, and was now sitting with their legs slung over Phelan's lap, careful not to put pressure on any of her bruises. She was studying the oil burns with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Okay, you do look kind of badass, but at what cost?" they asked with a slight frown. "Does it hurt a lot?"

[angie-long-legs]

cont. from here [ @xsmoke-and-mirrorsx ]

"I said," Angel gritted out, staring up at the moth with stubborn defiance, "that yer a coward."

He was shaking - there was no hiding that, no matter how tough his talk or how steadfast he stood. His teeth were bared and his fists were balled at his sides, but Valentino still towered over him, imposing and unyielding.

"Betcha feel like a real man, smackin' me around and yankin' my chain. Well, you ain't!" he spat, his heart pounding ruthlessly in his chest. The adrenaline of his fury mixed with the buzz of whatever stimulant was kickstarting his nervous system was a killer combination.

"You're a lowlife sonuvabitch and I wish I'd never fuckin' met you."

[countlessrealities]

@statiicstag from HERE

A voice. Dreamlike, it carries across the room and through the ruin; the words drift to his ears which twitch with acknowledgement. Alastor himself sits slumped against his desk in the mess that remains of his radio tower, a bloody heap.

It would appear that this voice in particular will always be able to snap him into some state of consciousness, even now. How unfortunate.

Crimson eyes creak open, and though his grin widens the emotion he feels is a far cry from joy as he takes in the face in front of him. If this is how and where he expires for good, he would rather do it alone, and not under the watchful eye of . . . someone he does not know how to put a name to. He will blame blood loss on the lack of ability to come up with a proper term.

Radio static crackles around them, permeating his voice in his weakened state and making it rather hard to understand the words that attempt to slip from a mouth that drips blood.

❝ Is that so? You've a rather fine opportunity to do so now, then. ❞ Alastor replies, somehow still having the ability to muster up some cheek as he moves his arms to his sides. The movement exposes the severity of his wound and just how much crimson drips from it, a trail leading from what remains of the door to him.

He's not truly offering himself up. He knows good and well Vox won't take the opportunity. If that were the case, he'd had already done so.

❝ It's rude to keep a man waiting, you know. ❞

Vox scowls at Alastor's comeback. It doesn't surprise him, of course, because the crazy motherfucker always had to be the one on top of the situation...even when he obviously was not. It's annoying as hell, just as the taunting in itself. It almost makes him regret his decision to leave the Tower and risk getting caught in the mess that surrounds what's left of the Hotel. Without even grabbing his jacket.

Why in the seven Rings does he like this guy again?

"I wouldn't call it a 'fine opportunity'. There's no satisfaction in striking down someone who's already dying on their own," the Overlord scoffs, making a show of rolling his eyes even if his rival probably can't see that. "You look like shit and I have more class than that."

Of course, things are much more complicated than that. For as much as he enjoys seeing the Radio Demon getting his ass kicked and reduced to this sort of pitiful mess, he doesn't actually want him to meet his double death. For reasons he'd rather not dwell on.

The static echoes unpleasantly through his speakers as he steps forward, crouching down in front of Alastor to better assess the damage. He can't fully see the wound with the clothes in the way, but it's obvious that it's bad, and the amount of blood the bastard has already lost is all the confirmation he needs.

Vox's eyes dart around, scanning their surroundings. There's no way there could be anything sort of first aid kit in that wreck, assuming that Alastor has something of the sort to start with. Well, shit. He can see only one working option left there.

"But since you don't like to be left waiting, you leave me just one choice..." He starts again, standing up.

His voice trails off, purposefully leaving the other hanging so he can grab him while he's distracted. Under other circumstances, daring something like that would probably get him killed, but he's confidence that the other is too weak for that right now.

"You're paying for my dry cleaner," he announces. properly adjusting his arms around the Radio Demon, one hooked under his legs and the other holding his back. "Blood is a bitch to wash off."

[mothvalentino]

*grinds his teeth so hard they might break*

ཐིཋྀ "Until I forget Valentino, huh..."

[mascncollins]

Where: Birdsong Park Who: @valentincflores

Mason had been busy trying to settle into the new house with Ollie and he felt bad that the toddler couldn't stretch his legs and him being stuck in the house. It had been a dream for at least a year now to give Ollie a house instead of apartments that they moved out of within a year or a couple of months. The two year old had been begging his father to go to the park all day and Mason finally gave in to him, packing up a lunch and headed to the park.

The playground wasn't too crowded which Mason was happy about because he still didn't trust Ollie's ability to run around the play equipment without somehow hurting himself and he wanted to be able to keep a close eye on him. He watched as the two year old had fun on the playground before calling him over for lunch. He took Ollie's hand and walked with him over to a grassy spot. He laid a blanket out and sat down, Ollie sitting down next to him and digging into the food his father had brought for him.

Mason was looking around the park when the world seemed to pause, seeing a face he hadn't seen in a long time. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help it. He swallowed nervously, nerves building as the person got closer. He cleared his throat and stood once she was getting closer. "Val...?"

[poisonedspider]

Random starter for @doublejango/ @mothvalentino

With how long he had been living in the V Tower, they would all be used to his little outbursts. They weren’t nearly as bad as Valentinos, at least if one were to ask him personally, but he was still known for having little temper tantrums every now and then. Which was exactly what was happening right now. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be going out on his own more than he needed; or more so more than was allowed. Valentino had definitely cracked down after Anthony Angel Dust had signed the contract. But there was no way he wasn’t going to have a little fun himself, cause a little chaos.

Which had been exactly what had put him in such a bad mood. Because causing chaos often came with chaos being directed towards him as well, and that part he didn’t like – especially when it wasn’t fun. By the bloody arm and split lip, that was proof it wasn’t fun. Angel was a skilled gunsman, he usually didn’t allow himself to get hit, but those mobsters had really caught him off guard.

Which was exactly why he was throwing a tantrum. He hated feeling like he was losing in any way, slamming the door to their shared living space was bit too hard before storming up to the penthouse. Even though he naturally mostly stayed in Valentino’s space, he was glad he had his own as well – Val probably was, too, considering how many people he brought home. And there was Vox, of course. And Velvette. He wasn’t dumb.

So to his room he went, and anyone that was remotely within ear shot would hear the way things smashed against his walls. It wasn’t like Val wouldn’t help him replace the expensive makeup, the perfumes, everything else. Fat Nuggets wasn’t even phased, curled up in the middle of the luxurious sheets as his momma cussed and yelled, mostly in Italian of course, finally having got out his annoyance in the form of rage enough to calm down – but only after his room was in shambles.

[voxuli]

Starter for @visage-of-hell

She'd ended the moth demon with a whimper, rather than a bang.

Vox thinks Valentino wouldn't have liked that; however, now Val's brains are splattered over the carpet, and Vox can't be bothered to care.

If Visage had thought she was getting away with this in total secrecy, she was sorely mistaken. Nothing went by in this city without Vox's notice. She wasn't subtle, and Vox liked to keep tabs on Carmine as a rule of thumb. The hellhound hounding after Val's territory had quickly landed herself on a list to keep an eye on.

But Vox... Well, the thing that people didn't seem to understand was that the Vees were a business partnership. For all they acted and clowned around on TV, it was strictly work. Valentino had never exactly been what Vox had considered a hard worker. And Vox was getting more than a little tired of constantly having to change out his head.

So if Valentino had gotten too complacent to keep proper tabs on people gunning for his position, well... what right did he have to expect Vox's surveillance on the matter?

So he'd sat back. And he had watched all the moves that she made. And when it came down to it... He'd watched Visage put a heavenly bullet straight into Val's head. Dumbass. He'd told him he should invest more into angelic detector systems.

He has two thoughts. The first-- Good riddance. The second?

He's glad it was this one. She had spunk.

Vox slips into the grid with the practiced ease of several decades, blinking into the entrance of Val's ruined studio from an unoccupied outlet. The corpses around are neater than the average hellish massacre, gore and mess kept to a minimum. He nudges one out of the way with the tip of his shoe and spares a second to schedule a cleanup crew.

A subtle gesture of his claws brings Valentino's latent security systems back online, just in case this goes south. He reaches into the building's intercom system, projecting his voice throughout the entire building.

"You run a tight ship, Viz. I like someone who can operate cleanly."

Vox smiles, a glowing Cheshire grin in the darkness of the lobby.

"How about we have a chat, face to face? I think there might just be a vacancy here with your name all over it."

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

@toxitrosia

「🍓 ❝ Fast food, hmm? Well, I do so enjoy the thrill of the chase. I'll humor you, for now. ❞ Little did he know their definition of fast food was likely, entirely different.  」

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Valeria Flint @valeria-flint Where: her home When: the day after the Apolline incident

Rabastan had returned home after the incident with Apolline, still not entirely certain how or why events had proceeded as they had. Truly, he hadn't intended to hurt her. He had done nothing to make her fall for him; he had always tried to maintain a distant and polite relationship. He had never cared enough about her feelings to even notice them, let alone to twist them into affection. So it was with utter confusion and bristling adrenaline that he'd returned home afterwards and collapsed with exhaustion. It seemed that being ripped this way and that by a part-Veela's charm did quite the number on a virile male's energy. It also did not help that he'd enjoyed the whole ordeal. It had been exquisite to witness the monster he'd created; he had not held back from testing her limits and pushing her to extremes, even though the effort had meant sacrificing some of his own personal safety.

After a very long night's sleep, he woke and decided that - for once - he needed to discuss this with another person. He simply could not wrap his head around it. He could not abide being ignorant. Perhaps unfortunately for Val, he chose her as the victim. It served her right for talking to him so much about her issues with Amycus; now it was her turn to return the favour. Appearing at her home, he waited patiently and greeted her a "good morning" when she came into view.

It was the middle of the afternoon.

[exmcrtis]

location: daily grind

closed starter for: @callofthxvoid (val)

"i get married in less than four months, and i have yet to do any in-depth planning. i'm not suited for this life, val. i'm not a bride, i'm some nebulous vampire creature that only exists at a certain time of day. what the hell business do i have getting married?" bella was scowling to themselves as they placed their planner on the table. it had several tabs poking out of it, a clear indication that they had, in fact, done more wedding planning than anyone had expected them to. "catch me up on your life, or something. i need the distraction."