#arachngel

[voxxisms]

@arachngel whispered a line !! some angst ( accepting! ) “  whateva’ it is you think was goin’ on between us,  you’re wrong .  ”

for a moment, vox considers the many terrible things he can do to angel. that it would be fun to experiment on the sinner, to make him less desirable to valentino. the ways he could ruin his reputation and turn him right back into a nobody. or even less than that. he could kill him. tear him limb from limb, really, electrocute him until he has no brain left to speak of.

and yet ... he takes a deep, grounding breath and lets his electrical static fizzle out into the air between them. the fur (hair?) on angel standing on end. it's a palpable presence, his power, and it's sticks to them both. but he does nothing. he exhales. slowly. and then grins condescendingly.

❛ i am sure i am not. ❜

because what he suspects, he sees. val, diverting his attention to angel at all times. whenever the arachnid moved, val's eyes were captured. his mind circled with thoughts of the spider sinner at all hours of the day, and it bothers vox. and angel feeds val. whether he means to or not, and vox wishes angel would just leave already.

❛ you are valentino's favorite. and you keep it that way. please enlighten me if you think i'm wrong. ❜

[clussywhip-archive]

@arachngel. / accepting.

ordinarily, he would never even think of being so intrusive. but desperate times call for desperate measures, & fizzarolli would call being so overwhelmed that he can barely breathe a desperate time indeed. so, politely but hurriedly, he raps his metal knuckles on the dressing-room door that reads 'ANGEL DUST'. not out of any particular familiarity, the two of them aren't friends, but...

they work in similar circles. they share ( or, shared, before fizz decided to drop a nuke on most of his career ) a similar level of celebrity. if anyone in this whole, unfamiliar, unfriendly club can understand why he needs a breather right this fucking second, it's probably angel dust.

❝ hey. sorry— s-sorry, i just, uh— ❞ he calls through the door, his voice coming out weaker & shakier than his dignity would like. ❝ it's f-fizz— uh, fizzarolli? ❞ angel has no reason to care, really. but if he doesn't, fizz is going to have to find a bathroom window to escape out of, & that would do his dignity even worse. ❝ do you— can i just— hide, in there? just for a second? p— uh, please? sorry, ❞ just for good measure.

❝ i just can't— ❞ he can't be out here. he can't breathe. he can't do a lot of things. none of that actually comes out, the words trailing off into a wheeze.

[griefseason]

▐  s. ⊰ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ @arachngel

❛   listen , just cause you worked with a ROBOFIZZ doesn't mean you know shit about me , alright ? seriously , those things have like three dicks. i saw one with a chainsaw instead of a dick once. TOTALLY INACCURATE. ❜ a bored stare is earned alongside a scowl. but then , an amused chuckle bubbles up , nose scrunching as a grin cracks his expression. ❛   i got at least four &* a hedge-trimmer. chainsaws way too unweildy. ❜

[hazbinned]

who the fuck is jim teacher

"I'm not surprised you don't know, Angel. I bet you sat out in gym with a doctor's note for being GAY or something."

Is that... possible? Vox...?

[kakodaimones]

@arachngel said: you read?

"Of course I read. I'm a published author. I just make most of my money off illiterates."

[discoinfernos]

@arachngel liked for a starter.

❝ Angel? You there? ❞ Knuckles rap smartly against his bedroom door. Charlie stands poised on tiptoe, bouncing slightly in nerves and anticipation, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. ❝ You missed the morning session. I just wanted to. Check up on you. Make sure you're okay. ❞

Internally, she tells herself she's being silly to always jump to the worst case scenario. As usual, her fear for her friend wars with her fear of being overbearing and driving him away. It feels like walking a tightrope sometimes. ❝ I can go, if you want. Just. Wanted to know you're alive. ❞ Her own awkward tone causes her to cringe. ❝ Let me knowww. ❞

[hellpride]

@arachngel / continued

"Well. . .if it wasn't you, there is a very impressive twin mirroring you out there. However, I'm fairly certain I'm correct. Same silhouette and quadruple the limbs." Unsure commitment rolls on his tongue ( there can't be THAT many sinners of the spider variety ). Without being given a chance to savour the pleasantries, he shoots an apprehensive glance upwards. Unfamiliar with the generous amount of height before him, unlike many demanding fans throughout the rings. "You were somewhat ( ! ! ) clothed during this interview. . .If that is what you're asking."

"BOX ( not his name ) has interesting business practices. Was this a development in the recent century? I must have missed the rise of this trend. . .and in Pride no less." Culture is always changing due to the constant flow of sinners bringing in outside influences; he hasn't quite decided if sexual leads was a welcomed adjustment fit to the Ring. This wasn't Lust. "What happened to the in person shows? Interviews pale in comparison. I wonder what you do to acquire such a crowd from just answering questions?" He asks without expecting an answer to the possibly fully loaded inquiry. Not ready to commit to emotional requirements for the follow up; a DEVIL was never a good shoulder to lean on without invitation. After all, the answer could be guessed between obligation and survival ( everyone has a story ).

"She has so many hoards of paperwork for a hotel with limited guests. Are they all in the same entertainment business as you?" Like second nature, he perched himself up on the table and dipped his snake-like nose into the box. Less cleaning, and leaning more into investigating the records with pointless respect to the finer details. Crossing one leg over the other, he gets comfortable as if he wasn't investigating the vulnerable underbelly of the hotel's privacy. Barely giving enough time to appreciate the names written in the familiar style Charlie adopted over the years. "Your file has a fair bit of dust on it." He tests the weight of the decently filled folder; Charlie loves to show off a love for documenting EVERYTHING. "So you agreed to live here despite having such a busy career. . ."

If he could breathe, he'd suck in a breath of reserved discretion deep into his chest. "You're just offering to let me know what you do for a living?" Where's the fun in that? "Are you sure? There really is no need to show and tell. Everyone always exposes themselves like I'm running some confessionals. . .and I can't help looking where you'd guard the most." Muffling the damned presence exposed in ways the eye couldn't materialize, Lucifer finally picked up a broom and mindlessly scaring off dust bunnies that dared to form ( they know better to collect in his shadow ). "I haven't put much thought into what any of you chose for a career path. I don't intervene for a reason. Ah-- but I am not against it." Sweeps with a hint of urgency ( don't look too deep, Lucifer ). And yet, body language betrays his attempt to withhold his growing interest, restraint cramping under the strengthening desire to KNOW.

Alright. . .Alright. . .ALRIGHT.

"At least make me work for it." That sounds fair enough; games always layered the treat of hoarding others like Angel under his wings with interest. Even if it was rigged by the omniscient devil who lives his own prediction set in stone. "Give me three hints." Everything terrible always comes in threes. "If I can't guess in three attempts to match, I'll clean the rest of the place on my own."

[multicoloredspider-andfriends]

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It'd been some real turn of events, the past few minutes.

He'd just been walking, minding his own business and looking down at his phone, when he was basically fallen into, slammed with the full weight of...well. Himself, it seemed! Luckily enough, this wasn't the first "alternate" of himself he'd had a run-in with (probably not the last either, if we're real), and this one in particular he'd had at least a couple passing conversations with.

But this didn't seem like it was going to be a regular ol' "shoot the shit" kind of encounter. The other looked pretty blasted, barely in control of his own limbs from the look of it. Angel tried to help him stay steady, but all that got him was a stumble and being dragged down to the floor, landing himself on top of the other.

Least he wasn't made to take the impact.

Before he could fully get up and even consider trying to help again, the other leaned up and caught his lips with his own. The kiss was almost burning, the taste of alcohol, pushed into his mouth with lips and tongue, overpowered his senses for a moment. Before he knew it, the other was leaning back, peering at him through pretty lashes, swiping their tongue over their own lips. He made some kind of remark, but Angel didn't really hear it.

He was too busy leaning down and kissing him again, pushing an insistent and deep liplock against the other's mouth as his eyes squeezed shut, and hand moving up to hold the other's head.

He was always bad at impulse control.

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