#v��gel

[brosif40]

heres da bizzyboys!!

[aryomengrande]

rough hanma sketch for my discord mootie ( ⸝⸝⸝¬؂¬⸝⸝⸝)

[blackmonitor]

Miraak - Inspired by: Instincts' Escape from @mighty-peacock and @thebeastinsideusallarchive

Maybe it's not my usual style, medium, or subject, but... we are all changing. I'm turning back to more traditional ways!

[creekfiend]

ppl who have used T in topical gel form, how many days of application did it take before u started feeling/seeing changes?

ETA: specifically low dose T, specifically looking at stuff relating to chronic illness & pain but anything else is fine data too

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

my soul brother gave me his spare testosterone and now i really feel like a werewolf in hiding. like awe thanks man can’t wait to see you again when I’m 7’3” and covered in fur <3

[macchitea]

quick sig doodles!

[hehkshew]

id love to request some sneezy An/gel on set!! Maybe Val is into it and Ala/stor takes care of him when he gets home? Up to you !

[LIGHT, CAMERA, ACTION!] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1400 Words]

From the moment of waking up, Angel knew that this shoot was going to be hell. He’d woken up the way you never want to, congested, head pounding and sinuses clogged. He felt like shit.

Alastor had made a few remarks, subtle instances that he should just call out for the day and to not tempt fate anymore than he already was. But a contract was a contract, a minor head cold wasn’t something to write home about.

He could handle it.

But as he stood in the studio, glaring stage lights pounding in his head. He silently cursed himself for not just giving in and listening to Alastor’s suggestions.

Angel shouldn’t have come in, but as the saying goes. The show must go on.

And Valentino was making sure Angel stayed on set.

The outfit he was filming in was far too cold, most cases he’d be able to convince him to let him wear something cute and sexy. He’d kill to be wearing a robe right now. But instead, both sets of arms crossed over as he sniffled, feeling fucking freezing.

Angel giving a once over glance at the script on the table as he sighed. Nose scrunching with a slight hitch as he felt the annoying urge creeping up on him again. Rubbing his knuckled at the side of his nose to soothe the sensation, grimacing as he inhaled sharply.

“"Hh—hkshew! Hh… Eishiew!”

Sniffling, a slight scowl as he felt the way his nose subtly ran. Practically jumping out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him to look at him.

“C’mon, Amorcito. You’re a pro, baby. You ready to show these fucks who’s the hottest?” Voice dripping with seduction. So sounding the same as normal.

That was Val’s wording of hurry the fuck up, the one he used when he was feeling a little nicer. Val had his moods, changes.

He knew why though, all too aware of Val’s little “kink” for seeing him like this. He was into everything, but seeing  him like that definitely did something.  Angels shoulders slumping with a sigh.

“I don’t feel good.” He grumbled, wiping his nose with his palm. Val taking his hand up as he wiped it with his robe.

“I don’t care.” He hissed, pausing with a grin. “You look adorable, chica. A few sneezes won’t ruin the scene. If anything it’ll make you look sexier, being all.” A gesturing hand wave at him, “Weak?”

“Thanks…”

As Valentino returned to the set, talking to the other co-workers Angel would be working with, Angel took a seat in his chair. Black with his name printed on the back of it, bringing his knees up towards his chest as he sighed tiredly. 

He’d definitely try do a damn good job on set, but that didn’t mean he was ecstatic about it. He tilted his head towards the modern Radio on one of the tables. Painted pink to match the sets. Eyes squinting as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, convinced he was seeing things as he saw the old piece of technology flicker.

Not thinking about it too hard as he was called over, everyone ready to start filming. Angel sniffling as he got onto the bed. Co-worker raising an eyebrow at him, noting his sick appearance. Angel shrugging back as if to ask what was he supposed to do about it.

Angel winced as the set lights flashed on brighter. Angel feeling his chest tighten with another hitch, turning his head sharply to the side with a harsh sneeze as suddenly the lights began to flicker.

Everyone glancing up in confusion as the distorted sound of crackling rang out from the radio. All light’s in the room going fully black for a moment as the air shifted. Light’s coming back on as Angel jumped, bad with a small yelp as Alastor suddenly right next to him.

“Ah! Satan, What the fuck-” 

Everyone froze.

Alastor.

Walking away from him as Alastor glanced around the room, slight grimace twinging at the corner of his mouth as he mentally tried to erase the imagery around of half the room shirtless. 

“Well, this was certainly expected.” He muttered, not pleased with the lack of clothes on everyone.

Valentino stiffened, Vox’s enemy, Valentino’s too, purely on the fact of knowing what it meant when he was here.

“Alastor.” Val remarked, crossing his arms as he stood tall. Thinking height was an intimidator. It wasn’t. 

“Valentino! I was just tuning in to my frequencies when I heard a bit of a disturbance? A little birdie telling me–” Alastor’s gaze sliding over to Angel, smiling softening for just a second before hardening. “–That one of your stars wasn’t quite feeling up to par today.”

Val groaned, brisling as his crossed arm stance got more agitated. “He’s fine. Just a little cold. He’s working, see?”

Alastors smile never wavering, but the room felt more tense as the sound of static buzzed through the studio, “Oh, I can see that.” He purred, a twist of his cane as he moved back over to the bed. “But you’ll forgive me if I perhaps use the chance to take one of your many workers out for a few? Hell knows you’ve got plenty other’s fit for the job.”

Before Val could even protest, The light’s flickering again harshly. Angel feeling a hand on his shoulder in the dark, not jumping this time as he felt a wave of relief. That The Radio Demon’s presence alone could lift the anxiety he felt.

As much as the idea of dealing with Valentino later did bother him, he knew Alastor wouldn’t let anything happening. And he truly didn’t feel well enough to give a damn. Getting guided up shakily as he allowed himself to be guided. Sniffling as he leant on Alastor, the two leaving the studio. 

─── ˚₊𓆩༺⛧🕷⛧༻𓆪₊˚ ───

How Alastor had thought letting Angel go to work like this was a sane idea in the slightest was beyond him, sighing with a twinge of regret for allowing it in the first place. Knowing he should’ve put his foot down from the first crunching sounding cough. 

But it was too late to fret on that now, the pair back at the Hotel. Alastor’s room for a change, his own private quarters away from prying eyes, any form of technology that would allowed certain overlords to lurk.

A proper break from everybody else.

He hummed gently, pulling the fallen blankets over Angel’s shoulders as his partner sipped at the tea he’d prepared. Hands with a subtle shake to them. But even with the congestion, Angel felt like he could finally breathe.

His head was still sore and it ached. But the warmth of the room, the lighting. Everything was just perfect. Alastor had made everything perfect— There were no glaring lights, no harsh noise of people talking.

Only comfort, quiet comfort.

As Alastor finished adjusting at the blankets, Angel blinked up at him with a soft smile, eyes drooped a little as he took another sip at the tea. 

Angel sniffled he shakily handed the cup to Alastor, the overlord putting it on the side as Angels eyes trailed to the bed. “Ya’ didn’t have to do that for me, y’know.” He said, voice low and hoarse. “Val’s just bein’ Val, I coulda handled it.”

He moved back on Alastor’s bed, an invitation for his partner to sit by him. One that was accepted as Alastor hummed, the two next to each other as Angel rested his head on him. Taking a moment to speak.

“Oh, I have no doubt you could’ve, but would you? You don’t need to suffer when I’m here, Darling.”

Angel blushed, more evident with fever as his persona faltered. Remark dying on his lips as his breath hitched with an irritating tickle, nose flaring as he brought his wrist to his nose.

“Hh–HkShh’!”

Blinking with an amused smile as he brought his hand to Angel’s hair, cold hand running down it and down his back, “Bless you, Dear.”

Angel sniffled, small groan as he leaned further into Alastor, “... Guh, I hate being sick.”

“If it’s any good to you, I do find you rather adorable when you’re like this.”

Rolling his eyes as he flopped down, head resting on Alastor’s lap as he blinked up at him tiredly, “Yeah, well, I ain’t feelin’ so adorable.” 

A small breath of a laugh as he shook his head, expecting a comment like that.

“... But Thanks, for gettin’ me outta there.” He said softly.

Alastor’s eyes glinting, a look more tender than he’d usually display. Moving his hand across Angel’s face, brushing through the odd stray loose hairs.

“Anytime, Darling.”

As Angels eyes began to close, at last he could finally relax.

[vronism]

Face is changing, y'know? Still look like V, but that mean smirk - I'd know it anywhere. How he talks, moves... how he smokes.

[thegrunkiest]

Headcanon that the reason the Spectral Assassin is so chatty in Skyrim is because Lucien has been Void-married to Antoinetta Marie for 200 years and thus, through osmosis, has absorbed her ability to Not Shut The Fuck Up

[adoreaxo]

adoreaxo.com

[une-sanz-pluis]

An interesting video excerpted from History Hit's documentary on the Battle of Shrewsbury discussing the treatment of the then-Prince Henry's arrow-wound.

[strigital]

did y'all miss him? 😏

[familyabolisher]

i think there's a misconception that communists are all like naturally attuned to reading and immediately comprehending and enjoying even the most complex ends of marxist theory so i'm here to dispel that rumour with the fact that i am throwing up and screaming and crying with every paragraph that i have to read three times before it goes in. My brain is made of cotton wool and i hate every fucking second i spend reading this shit. But i will do it anyway

[buffygirlfail]

making every single song on ttpd btvs coded in a way because I can never be sane about my two interests ❤️

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

a whole page worth of pregnant happles doodles!

It's got buns in the oven!

[radioregine]

it rly is part of that whole 'grown ass adults don't even have the patience to read before going off' shit bc the stuff i saw on the rush hour critique ... i saw ppl w the same energy on this chappell roan video kim foster did on youtube months ago. like, granted, kim's application of music theory was Not Great but overall she was trying to respectfully explain why chappell's stage performances hit better than her recordings ... cue a bunch of people whining about how kim was 'orchestrating a teardown' like me and some other people tried to explain that kim licherally is a fan of chappell but these stans wouldn't hear it. it's kind of scary how people are fundamentally incapable of hearing the slightest criticism of something they enjoy ... especially when the thing is super popular / majority opinion of it is positive