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　Val giggles, moans playfully at the shock from Vox's antenna. He licks off the end of his claw, trying to taste the lingering buzz as his lover muses beneath him.

　" Ooh, that's wicked, Voxxy! " Valentino coos. " It's a little more paperwork, but I can get that rewritten before tomorrow for sure, especially if it means puedo ver a esa mocosa con derecho llorando frente al resto del equipo. " He snorts and draws a cigarette from the confines of his velvet coat, holding it out for Vox to light. " She should be grateful! The snuff sluts always make more dough. "

"Oh, and I'm sure you popped onto the scene knowing how to fuck on camera instinctively. Making stars takes work, dear." Vox chuckles, cooing at the feeling of the moth toying with the antenna, reflexively sending a jolt through them as he leans into the other overlord's touch. Valentino's words get the television demon thinking even as he's leaning in.

"...you know, why even fire her? Have her renegotiate her contract and we can have her die on camera for a living. No need for a one and done when the meat is just going to piece itself back together eventually."

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　" And you always provide, mi amor, " Val teases back. Then he sighs and dramatically drapes himself over the top of Vox's screen. " A casting call is probably a good idea, but I think if I see one more bad audition, I might have to shoot some more people. It's porn, putas, how are you this bad at porn? Ugh. " He straightens again, but another free hand comes up to toy with one of Vox's antennae. " Who knows, maybe I will shoot her, and then we can package the security footage for the snuff sluts. "

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　" You're sexy when you lie, papi, " Valentino purrs as he wraps his lower set of arms around Vox's shoulders. "Perra estúpida probably thinks she'll still have a job in the morning. Make sure your little cameras are focused on her face when she comes in, I wanna watch her crumble a few more times after I fire her flat ass. "

"You're a fucking drama addict, you know that? I give you a dozen things for you to get off to and you always want more." He says all this with a grin on his face, reaching up to stroke one of the forearms draped over him, fingers gently tapping as Vox lets out a pleased static hum.

"Should I put out a casting call for another girl, or are we sufficiently well-stocked?"

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　Y'ALL ARE VEE POSTING WITHOUT ME???? BITCH THIS SHIT IS BLOG CANON!!!

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　I kinda wanna do more with Father, so if you would be interested, give this a like and I'll hop into your DMs to plot some?

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　If you are unaware of Father, get with the program babe, Hazbin - style depiction of God, but His faceclaim is Ar/sene from Persona and He sometimes pretends to be a sinner and looks like Scarab from Fion/na and Cake, and also that's His voice, and He's a depressed absent parent who's totally out of the loop of everything that went down in season one.

　MAN seeing all the new like. Biblical / demonology muses rockin' up makes me want to do more with Father because I love Him.

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　MAN seeing all the new like. Biblical / demonology muses rockin' up makes me want to do more with Father because I love Him.

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　Val is not above forcing his employees to go on insanely strict diets to look a certain way, shove fingers down their throats to make them vomit, etc. But it's also important to note that he does this kind of stuff for more than just making a person look skinny. If they're in a fetish genre, he'll force them to put on tons of weight. If they're appealing to a more debauched crowd, he'll put them through hormone treatment to look extremely young. You sign more than just your soul away when you take a job with Val, you sign over your body as well.

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　CHECK THE PINNED, CHECK THE RULES. HARD BLOCK FOR ANY WEND-GO OR SK-NWALKER ALASTORS.

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I'll add this to my rules and make a proper post on all my blogs later but if you portray Alastor as a wend-go or use that term on your blog, it's a block on sight. It's not hard to Google why that's incredibly offensive.

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　And if I told you guys my Angel is asexual... what then.

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　 　𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐?

　　　　　　　　　　　　𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 　　　　　　　 　𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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　Ah, we are once again feeling guilty about writing Val. I don't think I should have to explain that I don't condone rape and domestic abuse just to write him. And actually yes, I do adore him as a character. I am currently wearing a shirt with him on it. He makes me happy. Writing him makes me happy. Writing him in the fucked up relationships he has in canon makes me happy. You do not have to like it or agree, but goddamn am I sick of people all over the internet running to shout, " BUT YOU DON'T APPROVE OF HIS ACTIONS RIGHT??? RIGHT???? " If you cannot think for yourself maybe this cartoon isn't for you.

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　Angel chews a little harder, moving his claw to the right side of his mouth so he can bite with his gold tooth. Fuck, his tooth. His collar. HIS COLLAR.

　Another of Angel's hands flies to the tag on his throat, and he feels his breath start to speed up. He knows what the collar is, but can it hear him? If it can, Val will kill him. He might just throw him to Vox and let the psycho have his way for a weekend again. He wraps his hand around his throat to try and cover it up, just in case.

　" N - no, it... it's okay. Ya had to ask me. Eventually. Right? " Then he gasps and winces and jerks away, holding his hand close to his chest. There's blood staining his lip, and it's pooling against his hands where he bit too far into his claw and snapped it off. " Fuck, shit! God damn it! "

YEAH, HE FIGURED THIS WAS HOW THIS CONVERSATION WAS GOING TO GO. this was a lot to take in, for the both of them. husk's world would maintain a vague sense of similarity, just a bit more harsh --- but angel? fuck, his whole WORLD would change overnight. husk understood the hesitancy, and he really didn't know what to say. but he had to say SOMETHING.

" no, i'm serious, kid. he wanted to get the terms and conditions from valentino and he'd take care of the rest n' then talk to you. he probably wants to do it to stick it to the vees, that sick fuck. i dunno. " he is visibly flustered, finding stress in this entire conversation. this would probably resort into him pulling some of his fur out when he was alone later.

" i get it though. there's comfort it what y' know, even if it's the fuckin' worst. " another exhale. " but you can't think about him. you can't think of me. you gotta think of you. what you want. what's best for you. " he's rambling, but it's definitely a nervous response. this whole thing fucking sucked.

" i'm not gonna force you into shit. n' i fuckin' hate dropping this on you. especially now. " yeah, it was definitely a mood killer. but, of course, something like that would happen to husk.

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01x02 Radio Killed the Video Star | 01x05 Dad Beat Dad

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　It's... a lot to take in. Angel finds himself swinging between emotions; he wants to scold Husk for gambling his soul again, for not taking his freedom and running with it, for coming back just for Angel. He wants to tell Husk that he wasn't worth it, that he should have turned around and left it all behind. There are other coked - up, plastic whores out there to fall for.

　But then he hears it : a promise of freedom. Maybe not true freedom, but a chance at something better. His heart leaps to his throat and his blood runs cold. Angel shakes his head. " That... that's not funny, Husk, " he whispers. " Ain't nobody want my soul but Val. And even if someone else did, he'd never give it up. Not to Alastor, not to Lucifer himself. "

　He looks absolutely terrified, thinking over the possibilities. Angel puts a claw in his mouth to chew on it. " A - and I -- I dunno what I'd do without him. I know that's so fucked up, but -- Christ, Husk, he's owned me longer than I was alive! I make him so much money, I made him so much more famous, I -- "

THE LONG AWAITED CONVERSATION. he was completely sober by this point, and frankly, he'd rather be plastered when having this inevitable conversation.

he pulls away entirely from angel, and straightens his body to indicate seriousness. but he does give out a breathy exhale, stretching his neck and giving it a crack before he allows himself to speak. this conversation could have a few different outcomes, and even the more favorable one made husk really, really nervous.

" i've, uh, been meanin' to talk to you about that. " he finds himself glancing around, unnerved by the idea that the radio - demon could be listening. he likely was, and that's what made husk even more nervous.

" alastor n' i . . . well. to put it plainly, we made another deal. and i lost. " he felt his hands take off his hat, running his fingers through his hair as he gave another exhale. this is a hard conversation, and he really doesn't want to be having it.

" to be real with you, angel . . . my leash is fuckin' choking me. he was going to let me go if i beat him in a fight. he DID let me go so i could prepare and i --- " he allows his elbows to rest on his knees and collapses his head in his hands out of embarrassment.

" i lost. i was so fucking close, kid. i could fucking TASTE my freedom. but he fucking GOT me. " he pauses again before speaking, trying to gather his words.

" n' he's noticed that i'm close to you . . . closer than he wants. he said i couldn't ever be near you without permission. i shouldn't even be with you here right now. but . . . there was a way out of that part of the deal. " a gulp, and he lifts his head enough to tug on his bowtie. a nervous response, no doubt.

" he wants me to talk to valentino about your contract. he wants it transferred to HIM. and . . . i don't know, angel. he's DIFFERENT than the porn demon. more discreet. i jus' don't know. " he's been afraid to even mention this to angel, but it was sort of something that had to happen whether he liked it or not.

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　Angel's smile falls entirely as he sits and listens. It's not because he dislikes the idea, but because of a pair of lingering questions in the back of his mind. Neither of them are free men, after all. Every decision they make has a consequence, especially when it's made selfishly, with no regard for anyone but themselves. Valentino won't be happy about it, but he can go fuck himself as long as Husk isn't in the studio. But...

　" Will Alastor let you have somethin' more serious? "

BUT HE DOES WANT IT TO MEAN SOMETHING. like, right now. but saying that is a little harder, so he tries to conjure up some sentences in his brain as he listens to angel speak. hearing the word boyfriend come out of angel's mouth was enough for the cat's heart to skip a beat or two, and his tail immediately flicked once the word slipped out of his mouth.

" that's not what i'm saying, " is all the cat could muster initially, squeezing angel's hand in return. he feels himself swallowing at a rather dry mouth, glancing down at their interlocked hands with his flush maintaining, just dissipated.

" i, um. i do want somethin' more serious with you, legs. " he's also not the jealous type. husk could separate work and emotions really well, he became a master at it when he had to make tough decisions as an overlord.

" is that what you want? i don't wanna force y' into somethin' you're not good with. if you catch my drift? "

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　" It... " Angel bites his lip. " It doesn't have ta mean anythin' if you don't want. At least not right off the bat, y'know? " He smiles a bit and squeezes Husk's hand. " We can just... be ' somethin' else. ' " He frowns then.

　" I mean... I don't wanna make my boyfriend jealous when I go to work every day, y'know? But makin' my little kitty cat jealous... that doesn't sound too bad. " He giggles.

HE FEELS HIMSELF TENSE A BIT. he's not embarrassed by any means, but hearing his own terminology thrown back at him in a teasing manner was something that made the cat blush. he finds his eyes gazing toward the center of his nose as angel prods it, one of his fangs poking out of his lip as he leans his head back like a shy cat. but angel deserved an answer, of course. even if he was apprehensive.

" mm . . . " he begins, gaze refocusing in a normal fashion. " somethin' else sounds nice. " he says rather hesitantly, ears flattening from their once perked position.

" i haven't been with someone like this n' years. " he's a little awkward at explaining the way he feels about affection, but he's trying.

" so m' a little out of practice. "