#arachnoheaux

[v0xp0pul1de1]

@arachnoheaux

“No, my face would be better for that,” Vox snorts. “If you want to see between my thighs so bad you just have to ask”

[eldritchgrin]

“I mean…KIND OF”

"I know. You tell me all the time Mon cher~," Alastor hummed, leaning in and kissed the other's cheek.

"Moi aussi, mon amour. De temps en temps,"

[cherrixbombshell]

@arachnoheaux

"Angie! Babes! How's it going? How you been? Who you doing?"

[bottomshelfseraph]

"keep it, looks better on you anyways"

Husk blinked, looking at the shirt Angel had given him last night when he'd gotten too drunk again, and had lost his clothes. He looked over at the spider, and quirked an eyebrow.

"You sure, Legs?" He asked. "It's.. a little small for me, I mean, it worked, but.." he trailed off, his paws holding onto it with the hope he really meant he could keep it. "If you want it back, let me know?"

[radi0activesmile]

arachnoheaux asked:

"How ya feelin', da'l'in'~?" Angel bent over behind him and ran a couple arms down his shoulders, lacing his claws into his and bringing up his left hand to kiss his ring.

"Hotel life bein' good to ya?"

Alastor's ears immediately tweak backward towards the familiar voice. His trademark smile widens and his eyes cast an excitable glow as his husband's arms drape down his shoulders.

A shudder runs through his body, causing his static to rise in volume and his body to pixilate.

His claws intertwine with Angel's own as he snaps his neck, allowing it to fall, limp, behind his shoulders.

"Hardly~" jokes the hanging head. "But I think it just got a great deal better~"

[cyberneticlagomorph]

"Hey, what'cha do if this fella youse been talkin' to's into kids n' stuff, but'cha dunno if kids should be anywhere near ya?"

"Kill him." Full stop, point blank. He is actively handing Ani a fucking gun about this.

[the-smallest-star]

*picks Gritt up and playfully holds him over the pot*

"Hey!" His legs are flailing and he's squirming. RUDE!

[crimsonrelics]

@arachnoheaux continued from here

"Hey-!!" Oh that little -

Michael goes to push himself up, but slips back down to the floor; letting Angel getting a head-start on the mask. He hurt himself. Fucking perfect - but he knows that he really can't be down here without that thing on his face. Adam was going to kill him. And that's if Lucifer doesn't see him first.

On the second attempt to push up, he manages to get himself to his feet, and he throws a knife directly past Angel and to the mask. It lands with perfect aim, and it pings further away and out of reach of Angel. His aim had purposefully avoided the sinner at all costs - he doesn't want to hurt him.

He uses his wings, springing up, into the air, and onto the other side of the mask, hands moving up as his attention is directed to Angel, and Angel alone. "Wait! Just wait. Fuck." How had he hurt himself this much? "What do you mean, you're 'gonna need that'?"