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[ @burningfeathersx ]- Not Satan.

Biblical@OC; Lucifer

[ @disasterghaster ] - Spooky Binch

Trans-versal Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy!OC; Devang

Both are multi-verse (have ins to HH/HB verse), canon/oc friendly, and I am very flexible honestly. And I don't just say that. Both I have been writing for literal decades, Devang in particular is multi-decade, lol. If you're worried about OP-ness, they're both are a bit in their respective circles--but both have gotten their asses kicked with frequency in RP, lol.

They know each other and are cranky sorts. Both have a good heart somewhere under their circumstances and trauma. I do have a type of character I RP, sue me.

I do like continuity and letting them have complex RP histories so I tend to just fling them as is through verses, but a kind request would get you a verse-locked version if you like. Be it as is or verse-adjusted.

Hey! I'm Asche! 30+ yrs old. I'm agender and comfortable with she/he/they. I know I don't talk much, but that's a low social battery and not the lack of desire to enjoy your company. Promise.

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[ Affiliated with @voxtekoverlord, @burningfeathersx, @radioiaci, @sugarswirlbitch ]

Non-canon Compliant HH/HB Valentino; 23 yrs. experience.

Non-Affiliated with Vivziepop; Non-supportive.

Open-Verse/Multi-verse; create in-verse compliant AUs or throw into as-is.

OC & Canon Friendly

Flexible Narrative Style; para/script/long/short/whatever

Open to all types of character relationships, even negative ones.

NSFW; Violent/Dark Themes/Graphic Language/Sexual Themes (Not focused on smut.)

Religiously Sensitive Material(?)

Things are multi-verse here so duplicates are known about and accepted. If you want a separate AU dedicated to your character, you gotta talk to me about it. ( ps, tags below are about established relationships and not duplicate exclusivity <3 )

You get what you get, activity wise. Bit of a preferential thing going on, no offense to anyone, I just have more nerves for people outside my comfort zone. I hold onto drafts so that I can crank out for other people. Just might take a minute due to those nerves.

Current character arc explanation: [ x ]

M!A/Notes: n/a

[EDIT 4/1/2024] I am no longer interested in plots/AUs where your character/x character are Deal Contracted to Valentino. Especially as a pre-established relationship. [More info.]

Please be sure to check out my readmore/rules!

IC NSFT/Vent Sideblog: @candymothxxx

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Tags

ic - In Character - Val narrative

ooc - Out of Character - meeeeeee hi

rb - stuff i've reblogged from myself so if you don't like repetition block this tag <3

valen fucking tino - images of val/thematic posts

bailando solo - thematic music

flat faced prince - having to do with Vox (voxtekoverlord)

reina - having to do with Velvette (sugarswirlbitch)

respondí - answered asks

perla - having to do with Angel Dust (tangledfate)

dahlia - having to do with Angel Dust (a-hazbin-spider)

roja - having to do with Alastor (radioiaci)

espectro - having to do with Ghost (ghostlyrps)

picante - having to do with Gritt (the-smallest-star)

invitación - ask meme/games/etc.

corazón escondido - collectively the V's

timelock; vintage - 1980's/pre-canon era interactions

out of timelock - outside of timeline/verse specific conditions

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until you deserve my ocs then you can forget my valentino

this is an archive now

goodluck

dev/lu

i was so much more confident and happy before this community

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"I don't fuck wit' padres, 'less they're DILFs. They get a fuckin'~"

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Vibrant water color or very smudged up chalk shapes. He'd tried to replicate it on canvas a time or two. In his very private art studio. To...process. He didn't hang those up anywhere.

Oh. Right. Angel likes him. Valentino remained skeptical on 'love'. For reasons being alluded to currently. Theft. Taking. Nefarious intents. Angel meant this as playful hyperbole. Valentino was aware of his own truth hidden in the more literal sense of the words. Still a demon. Still not a good person. Even if he'd figured out where he'd stashed his own heart and put it back inside his own chest somehow. He was still keeping the ones he stole from others, from Angel, in there too. His own heart alone wasn't big enough to fill that void.

"Yeh. Rude." He snarfed without dignity to the sound. Ugh, Angel had a way of putting him in various unusual moods. Yeah, the goofiest shit ones, but also some strange liminal spaces ones. Hand in fluff escaped to cup up Angel's face. Searching marginally (at such a closes range) fuzzy features for some kind of...detail or...information...explanation (normally he would just lose his temper to stop thinking about this particular thing, at least in the past);

"How ya stay soft when I took it away from ya?"

His eyes. A sensitive topic, one that Angel would respect here, it really was something that made the other upset for a good number of reasons. He wondered if they were anything like his left side, or what things he sees. Like astigmatism crowning extra halos around lights, or shapes and colors being far more contrasted, the lacking or haziness of shadows and depth.

“I think ya just like tha feelin’ more n’ ya wanna admit. Ya like tha’ baby bunny softness n’ tha’ lil bit a’ squish.” A giggle bubbles from him, “Mmh, I would almos’ think feelin’ would be easier than lookin’. Maybe that’s ya game, tryin’a distract me while ya nabbin’ my heart!”

Gently, the hand over his chest receives a squeeze, held even closer, his grin spreading and beaming with a certain warmth over the kisses, some of which he attempts to pepper where he can reach.

“That’s why my chest pattern here is hollow. Y’stole it right under my nose. You was jus’ too charmin’ and ya made me like ya. How rude!”

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"Me neither." He was snorting lightly again at that brain experiment. "You'll have to give that a try and let me know the results~" Surely Alastor could figure out how to make red beans and rice with some blood in it.

"Heh, no." He shook his head while taking out a little kerchief from inside his coat. Pulled himself upright while wiping his fingers. Dabbed his own mouth corners all delicate. "Tastes like nothin' to me. Dunno if that's me bein' immune to myself or onna those taste-it-all-the-time-'n'-brain-blanks-it-out type a' thing."

He shrugged a shoulder. "Vel's made synthetic stuff offa it 'n' my smoke--works on me, but has whatever flavor she's made it with."

"...I feel like that should not be entirely surprising," he quipped in turn. "Blood and possibly a good assortment of red beans and rice, but I'm not sure how well those two flavors might mingle into one..." Casual about sharing that tidbit. Valentino might have picked up on it sooner or later.

"It does not trick yours?"

A bit of a silly question, realizing after he asked, but chasing that train of thought, regardless.

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benefits of keeping a tight tidy dash?

i miss out on 98% of the unnecessary drama that pops up while still being able to pop into people's blogs to catch up on my own terms wheeze lol

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"I am not a common HHHHHHHHWORE."

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Nah, Angel wasn't tiny--Valentino just made most people feel that way.

When his hand was taken he leaned down and gave a couple quick little absent moth kisses over Angel's face. Wasn't like he didn't feels things about anyone all of the time. Just sometimes when things were Bad. They weren't right now.

He did, also, wiggle fingers in the fluff. It's a good texture, okay? A delighted in one. He was being pretty good about it though. More a light pet than a grope. "I like stealin' hearts. Thought you knew that about me already--and I'm probably too snowed out when it takes me a long time. Can't find shit when I'm not high." Because of his eyes, but he didn't want to say that in so many direct words.

The moment he even brings up shaving, his hands cover his tits. Yes, Val truly had suggested the worst thing! It would make him FAR too nakey! And way too weird. That was downright blasphemous! And yet he’s smiling like some fool.

“No way! You can find em!” Shock had yet to leave his face, evidently he’s appalled by this. His bust may be shirtless now, but he looks as if Val is being the naughty one. “You ain’t get to see em’ without a lil bit of work- das what makes em’ good! Or y’could ask. Or run ya hand over my front. Are they sand sized to you?”

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"Relaaax, I wasn't implying you were a virgin." He cackled some more a bit louder that time to Alastor's seeming defensiveness. Not the first time he'd seen him get all rustled about his non-virginal-honor.

His head tipped shortly after that.

"No. I'm not." A curious sounding tone to his answer for obvious reasons. Not actively bleeding, at least. If he'd happened to have...marked himself up a little two nights ago in one of his moods--not relevant to whatever Alastor was quizzical about at the moment. Val's high upper thighs were not on display nor in the deer-demon's mouth. Took a couple seconds for Valentino to utilize one of his brain wrinkles;

"Is that how it tastes to you?" He snorted that out. "Hah! Cannibal Al's favorite flavor is blood!" He was amused. One had came off his hip where it was supporting his continued lean down to wipe a bit of the pinkish fluid from his own mouth corner. "Tricks brains like that."

"...I am not unaccustomed to a kiss or two," he huffed, but he more or less knew what Valentino meant. "It's... simply been a moment." Since he'd kissed anyone who was not Vox, anyway. And that required a bit of a different skill set, given the television's ridiculously flat face.

But he shook himself of the mild irritation, glancing up at the other and then slightly down at those hands on him.

"Hm. You're not bleeding."

An observation - that's what he'd tasted. Presumed that perhaps Valentino had some sort of blood in his mouth for whatever reason, but taking note otherwise.

Interesting.

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Heh-heh. In his circles, the drool response wasn't too uncommon. Vox had his digital version and Val himself tended to overproduce due to his venom abilities. Alastor drooling a little wasn't much an insult or really all that bothersome.

Did make Valentino gremlin chuckle once or twice when the kiss parted, though. He's grinning like a very smug bug in a rug. Certainly not going anywhere more than the couple inches he'd been pushed away to. (He really should get two whole fruits for not having his hands all over and possibly inside of places right now. He'd been keeping the lower two on his own hips and left the other two on Alastor's shoulders after the kiss had gotten busy. He was so behaved.)

"Don' discredit yourself, Roja. There's charm in not bein' well practiced." Especially to someone like him. Surrounded by professionals. Being one of those himself. All tidy and seemingly scripted.

There was some sense of... investment, the longer he permitted the kiss to linger. Beyond what he thought he might normally indulge in, he felt the draw of whatever saliva seemed to be exchange in the process. To him, it tasted of blood. Probably not very surprising, a metallic tang flooding his own mouth with barely contained drool that he had to swallow back to keep from looking far too much a mess than he had any right to be.

But he was still the first one to break that kiss, pulling back only slightly with hands placed onto Valentino's chest to put just a few inches between them.

And he was not doing a fantastic job keeping his over-productive salivary glands from forcing him to wipe at his mouth.

Ahem.

"...I forgot you are probably better at that than most," he finally managed to say after a minute, pointedly ignoring the flush that he knew was evident on his face. Whatever. It was fine. Don't perceive it. But his reaction coupled with his words was, at least, an indication that he did not HATE it.

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His laughin' a good cackle through most of that. Having a dumb ol' time. It's good.

The last question, though, hit him sideways in the frontal lobe. Sobering up to an all too serious level as he peered between his own fuzzy outlined hand then to Angel's actually fuzzy (and even more blurry) chest. Then back again. Before he reached out and put his hand on Angel's chest.

He was a BIG FUCK with BIG FUCK hands. Admittedly, bit on the spindly side--thin and narrow in the palm, but in terms of size comparisons--

"Yeh." They were kinda sand sized to him!

The moment he even brings up shaving, his hands cover his tits. Yes, Val truly had suggested the worst thing! It would make him FAR too nakey! And way too weird. That was downright blasphemous! And yet he’s smiling like some fool.

“No way! You can find em!” Shock had yet to leave his face, evidently he’s appalled by this. His bust may be shirtless now, but he looks as if Val is being the naughty one. “You ain’t get to see em’ without a lil bit of work- das what makes em’ good! Or y’could ask. Or run ya hand over my front. Are they sand sized to you?”

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He's snickering. Right on the verge of a cackle. Listen. Stoppet. Like he didn't start it.

"Chico, you can't even see yours 'less ya shave all that fluff off!" He couldn't keep up his show, but he was still humored. "Takes like five hours ta find 'em." Probably a tried and tested high-as-a-kite Valentino activity.

“A fiend? Me? Gosh, you really got me down pat, don’t ya? I’m convincin’ ya to be all scandalous an’ dirty. T’do sin or whatever!”

His fingers wiggle as if he’s casting a spell, though the less than menacing grin on his face might say otherwise.

“Oh ya better watch out. I got a feelin’ some nips will in fact be exposed around here.” Hold on- they will, he just had to unbutton his coat here—

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Valentino got a lot of varied answers. Most people notated sweet and some kind of fruity flavor. Vox was a freak that told him he tasted something like a favorite soda. The venom seemed to tease the brain of each recipient differently when it came to flavor. Some even reported a stinging or a bitter undertone.

Anyway, Valentino couldn't do much about the pinkish fluid being intermingled with the kiss. Best he could do was keep the production to the minimum rather than amping up the potency. Alastor would get some kind of taste that most appealed to his pallet during this kiss. Might even get a bit intoxicated in a buzzy way.

The moth wasn't really worrying about all of that. He was being let to OLD NASTY MAN KISS a deer-man! Only he didn't do that. Much as he would have loved to for The Bit. He should wait until Alastor had more of a glowing review for such attention first. He kept it semi-tame. Dancing tongue with Alastor's and testing a bit of depth in a tease, but not trying to overbear the whole exchange like a menace.

Didn't trust a typically skittish Roja not to take a first experience for reasons not to return. He wanted to be sure he did.

Silly. His ears give a slight wiggle in response to those antennae drooping to touch him. He doesn't quite understand that part of Valentino's bodily response, but it's endearing more than it is annoying.

He is not opposed to the tongue. This is not the first time he's been curious as to what Valentino tastes like, at any rate, taking just another slight step closer to open his mouth and permit him entry. It is not very daunting for him to do.

Alastor could take an old-gross-men kiss and survive.

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Vox!

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He was in a very goofy mood so he was going to pull his coat up tighter and lean away, play-aghast with this suggestion that he flaunt his nipples to the masses!

"Fiend. I shalt not bare my nip-nops to the public upon your disreputable demand!" He was even pulling some big words from books to enhance the comedy.

He'd been leaning more into that since the--ya'know--changes.

"I SHOW MY OWN NIPPLES."

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"I SHOW MY OWN NIPPLES."