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Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours

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tell me why don’t we write together

✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet

☼: i have ideas but i’m not sure if you will like them

●: i don’t have high-quality graphics/themes 

✭: my writing might be lacking

❀: i’m shy to approach you

☽: i don’t know how our muses can interact

➤: you seem to be busy for new interactions

ϟ: you write with another person with the same muse and I’m hesitant 

✎: any other reason; write it down

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"You are someone I care about." ANGEL TO ALASTOR 😭

Navigating Murky Waters Starters (X)

Forget about sentences he wasn't expecting to hear today, this was something he wasn't expecting to hear ever. Not about him, not like he was now. Care was wasted on someone like him.

So taken aback, it had taken several seconds of smiling silence before Alastor spoke after the record scratch that had preceeded said silence. "Why would you wish to do a foolish thing like that, hm?" He needed to fix this. This was dangerous, for both himself and Angel. To care for someone...

The last person he had cared for, really truly with every piece of his heart, had died right before his eyes, all because she had been protecting him.

He didn't know what scared him more; Angel caring for him, or the fact that hearing it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest that he didn't want to go away.

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navigating murky waters.

for muses who have drawn lines, and are trying to figure out where those lines exactly are. (or just for people who see a line they think could start something fun!)

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Is this okay?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Can we stay like this?"

"Please. Just for tonight."

"Are we... breaking the rules?"

"No, no, no, no. Hey. To hell with the rules."

"Come home."

"Hey, [petname]."

"Is this enough?"

"Stay."

"Don't... don't do that."

"You think this doesn't hurt me, too?"

"You deserve more than this."

"You didn't sign up for this. For me."

"When... uh, when did you get a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other?"

"I didn't realise we still weren't..."

"I screwed up. I'm sorry."

"The-- I -- I shouldn't have kissed you."

"I hate this."

"You feel so far away. Just 'cause we decided you are."

"This is always a place you can come to."

"I am always going to want you here."

"Don't tell [name]."

"Hey... c'mere."

"You are someone I care about."

"In another life, do you think... we could have...?"

"You are safe with me."

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so i dunno if anyone would actually be interested but i find myself rping more on discord these days than tumblr so if anyone wants to rp on there let me know!!

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So a heads up, the reason I haven't been around lately is because my computer has pretty much shit the bed. I have to fiddle with the charger to even get it to charge, and even then not only does it black out and pixelate the screen to the point I have to hdmi it to another moniter, but it charges and unchargers every few seconds continously. I'm assuming it needs a new battery seeing as it's a few years old, and I'm hoping to get it fixed for my birthday in May. Until then my activity is going to be very sporadic and longer replies will most likely be put to the backburner until I can get to a computer

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@meansman cont from (X)

Just the guy's voice was enough to have Husk's fur bristling, those messy wings puffing out as a scowl fell across the cat's muzzle. He took a breath, reminding himself that Adam was in the same boat as them now, and if he were to hurt any of them, he'd have to deal with one very pissed off princess. Even if it felt odd that he was included in the hotel's little group, that he was worth helping. Sure, Charlie would help damn near anyone, but still, it meant something to the old cat.

"Do I fucking look like the type of guy to give a shit about that sort of thing? Didn't even know what the fuck preening was 'til Vaggie started bitchin' about her wings." Well, on the brightside he couldn't be the only one blamed for all the feathers that tended to scatter about the halls now.

He thought about the offer for a moment, maybe a little too much, the realization that the former angel no doubt missed his own wings, that maybe this was a typical thing in Heaven, helping one another with them, it had him feeling a little sad for the guy.

Eugh.

"...Fine, do whatever th' fuck you want, but if you pull any shit, I reserve th' right t' claw you one." He didn't need to posture to bolden his threat, he was sure Adam knew he was as good as his word by now. "So, how uh...how does this work?"

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It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)

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"Was anyone gonna tell me we could still fuckin' get sick down here? You really had to make me find out my goddamn self?"

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"Ⱦꝋᵾȼħ ᵯē ⱥꞥđ ɏꝋᵾ ĐĪɆ." Looks like he's sick too, and being a bitch about it. What a surprise.

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"Was anyone gonna tell me we could still fuckin' get sick down here? You really had to make me find out my goddamn self?"

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Hands clasped polietly behind his back, Alastor's smile remained unwavering through Vox's little tantrum, only the rolling of his eyes to show any acknowledgment it had even happened. "Oh, my apologies. Next time a cult summons me against my will, I'll be sure to tell them I'm far too busy to humor them! Sorry, old chaps! My dear friend Vox hasn't the braincells to peacock about after I've returned to Hell! Most inconvient, it is." Hand waving as if to summon his microphone, of which was going to be used to bop Vox atop the monitor, Alastor was forced to pause with the realization his power weren't as strong here as they were in hell, and he was feeling rather...weary on top of it, so his endurance with such powers had been lessened as well, no doubt.

"It was not my intention to come here you blithering dol-...-t...Well, that certainly is a problem!" Had he not burst through the portal full force, he very well might have been able to get himself out of there without even needing to call Vox, but now...

"Fffuck." They were stuck. He had used too much power, and they were fucking stuck in the human world. "I...don't suppose you know anyone else who might be able to help us? If not, we'll simply have to wait for this body to recharge. I fathom it will take a day or two at most, should I avoid using them unessecarily." A pause as he looked Vox's way, and then a scoff. "And will you please don a more appropriate disguise? I don't know what would happen if we were to die up here, but I can't imagine whoever is in charge of all this would send us to Hell again."

"I blame you for this, you inept tangle of overpriced circuitry." Though his words were biting and cold, they were said with that ever present smile, Alastor not even truly bothering to hide his boiling rage from the TV demon as he sent a glare his way. "Well, I do hope you're happy, seeing as that portal was our only way back to hell. Tell me, was this little trip worth it for a few moments of childish mockery?" Head twisting to the side at an unnatural angle, static filled the air as that sadistic grin grew to take up nearly Al's entire face, it not being a question that was meant to be answered. "Oh well, very little we can do about it now, thanks to you. I suppose we'll need to find another way back home." A sigh still filled with venom, but more resigned now as the radio demon gave a snap of his fingers, his otherworldly appearance soon giving way to that of a normal human with a flash of green smoke and lingering crackles in the air. "Goodness, it's been some time since I've worn this face, it feels far more restrictive than I remember." Said as he tugged at his blazar and tie to settle them more comfortably on this new body, his grin couldn't manage to be quite as wide with the mask he now wore. "Well then, shall we see if we can find a way to fix your unfortunate blunder? With any luck, we'll be back in hell before my tea grows cold." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Mouth opens to snap at Alastor as soon as the first insult is out of the infuriating deer’s mouth, only to get caught in his throat at the annoying flex of power creepiness. Stiffening where he stands, Vox hastily shakes off the feeling of instinctive dread that arose at having a front-row seat to the spectacle. It’s been a while since he’s had the opportunity to be in such close proximity to Alastor. One can’t blame him for being somewhat susceptible to the deer’s tactics. He’s out of practice, that’s all. But it fades, unease quickly replaced by a far more potent rage and recklessness.

There. That’s better.

The others less-imposing human disguise might ALSO have something to do with the quick turn-around, but Vox refuses to acknowledge it. ❝ Oh no. No, no, no no ₦Ø— ❞ He firmly retorts when Alastor has finished his judgmental spiel, a finger pointing at the other man. ❝ You are NOT blaming this screw-up on me! Let's not forget, the only reason I'm here is because YOU needed help in the first place! ❞

Granted, Vox could have saved his boasting for after they were safely through the portal. But his excited lapse in judgement isn't the cause of this predicament! Merely an... unfortunate addition to the already FUCKY situation. ❝ When the ❛ independent and powerful Radio Demon ❜ — ❞ Hands wave in mockery of the title, Vox's tone dripping with disregard, ❝ —needs to call someone else for assistance, tail between his FUCKING legs... I more than deserve to rub it in your stupid, smiling, shitty face. ❞

A face that is very human right now... Unlike Vox. Grimacing as he's abruptly thrust from his high-horse, he can already feel the power shift. Bitter irony tainting the far too brief taste of SUPERIORITY he had over the other Overlord. Despite the impending realization, Vox stubbornly refuses to draw attention to his lack of a disguise. Or his inability to manifest one as seamlessly as Alastor had.

Arms crossing, in a desperate bid for control for as long as allowed, he simply averts his gaze and snarkily adds through faux-composure, ❝ Anyway, I don't suppose you have any ideas for how to fix this mess YOU dragged me into. Or are you planning on aimlessly wandering around looking like a complete idiot. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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Alastor could see the gears turning behind those useless little eyes, his smile unwavering as he took this moment of lull to map out the room and what it offered should this come to blows. Oh how he hoped it would. A door there, electrial equipment there, a faux bedroom setup, and- Oh good, some of Val's people were getting the message and running scared from the room! Ⱦħēɏ ⱳꝋᵾłđ ɉᵾꞩⱦ ꞡēⱦ īꞥ ħīꞩ ⱳⱥɏ.

The twitch of an eye was the first outward show of emotion aside from that smile, claws flexing against the tip of his microphone to dig into it's shell as the laughter was endured. Alastor would let him have this, just once. After all, he wouldn't be laughing for a long while when they were through.

"Ha! No. Even at my lowest I would never work for ꘘꛈꚳ𖢧ꛅ like you." The anger that crackled through his words was a bit too real, this was personal. "I take it we're to do this the hard way then? Pity, this was such a lovely room. But, then again..." A flash of green, blinding light and whirling smoke surrounding the demon as his eyes turned to dials, the static in the air raising hairs on anyone foolish enough to still be in the room. "Ī ⱦħīꞥҟ īⱦ ȼꝋᵾłđ ᵾꞩē ⱥ ƀīⱦ ᵯꝋɍē ꞦɆĐ"

@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..?"

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14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent .

(Your Alastor @ Angel) 😱

Send my muse a text! (X)

[Txt to Angel Dust 😘😍💖] Reminder that I indeed have a cellular phone, of which is meant for emergencies! Please feel free to contact me if need be, no matter the hour!

Eugh, what a horrible way to communicate. It had taken far too long to type that all out, and now he was just staring at it with furrowed brows. "You're overreacting, you fool. He's well aware of this thing, just because he has yet to return..." He looked to the clock to see it was only five minutes further along than when he last looked, imagine that. "...It is typical for him to stay out past a respectable hour. What there is to do at three in the morning, I'll never know!" He knows, and he hates it.

He takes one last glance at his phone before tossing it to the bed with a disgusted sound, the text remaining unsent upon the screen. When he got attached, he didn't know, but it was becoming a problem. And the worst part? He had no desire to fix it.

"Stupid spider..."

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    (   a  collection  of  texting  prompts .  receiver of the meme  is  implied  to  be  the  sender  of  the  text .   )

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

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Had Husk not been in the warm embrace of both booze and the spider's attention, he might have urged Angel to expound a bit more on why he was leaving. Not that Husk didn't believe it to be the truth, Angel had changed so much since he first arrived at the hotel, and Husk had too, not that he would admit it. He would jus want Angel to be sure that was the reason, to not hold back if something was wrong. Husk would listen, he always would listen.

But his mind was too foggy to think that hard about anything other than the hand scritching at his chin, the cat only able to follow the pull of whatever was happening in the moment as opposed to thinking ahead. "C'n I come? Party's no fun without ya." Something he had already said now reaffirmed, a lazy but sincere smile being sent Angel's way as eyes fell lidded with fatigue of his own letting itself be seen. "Least t' smoke. Then I'll leave ya alone."

Leaning upwards into the touch, a steady beat of purrs was the only answer Angel would receive for a breathe of a moment, Husk all but forgetting he needed to speak for the spider to hear his thoughts, having been so lost in the pleasant touch. "Y' left. Not a party without ya..." Roughed voiced and matter-of-fact from deep in the cat's chest, his tail worked it's way up to wrap about Angel's waist of it's own volition as it's owner pressed against the hand ruffling up his fur. "Why y' leavin'? Somethin' wrong?" And behind it all was genuine concern to bleed through the booze, Husk glossy-eyed, but soft in his gaze as he looked up to study the spider's face.

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