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[mcwscollective]

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Valentino was his everything. Tall, hot, fiercely protective (and a little possessive, which was hotter than Angel had expected it to be.) His jokes were always funny too -- talking about making him a star; who could imagine him taking center stage or acting in a real movie? It just didn't seem real to him.

Hell was supposed to be some eternal fire and torture to the highest degree. It was supposed to be terrible. The only thing that Angel would have described as 'terrible' however, was the smell. At times it could be suffocating, but he'd been around long enough to know that there was nothing they could do about it. There was a slight chance of getting used to it, but that was all there was.

Still, being with Valentino made all of that feel like nothing. Nothing and no one else mattered when the two of them were alone together. Which is what Angel was feeling as he raised his drink at the bar. All the people around them and the only one he saw was Val. The perfect guy. Everything he'd ever wanted in his other half.

"Ta stardom, an' all the movies we're gonna make t'gether." Angel brought his drink to his lips, sipping at the colorful liquid before leaning against Val's shoulder. He still wasn't convinced they were going to do more than get out the video camera and make homemade porn... but since when was that a bad idea? If someone wanted to watch their dirtiest moments together, that was their own problem.

"Ya feel like dancin'?" His eyes raised toward the other demon's face. Cutely. Almost shyly in his attempt at keeping Val's eyes on him. "I could sit here with ya if ya wanna stay here longer, but if ya wanna get on the dancefloor... I'm here fa that too." He smiles, raising an empty hand to pet down over the open slit of Valentino's shirt, scratching at his exposed chest just hard enough to leave faint and fading lines behind on his skin.

"I just want ya ta have fun."

[exalted-slaughter]

"I'm sure we could find a way to be happy together down here. You just have to give it a chance. That's all I'm asking."

“….”

Silence as she stares down at the card, a thumb slowly stroking over the edge of it, as if deep in thought. “….Some would call you a traitor for offering something like this to me. Refuge. A home. A place at your side. You will face repercussions..”

[hellsgreatestassistants]

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Valentino was hot, being able to ogle his long limbs was a perk of Travis' job. So was all the other sexy sinners he got to see on a daily basis. See and shoot video of. He had an eye for a good shot, but it wasn't his only talent, far from it.

He didn't often voice his concerns, a good follower was careful in his wording. Not to question his boss, because he wasn't questioning Valentino. His concerns were for Valentino's well being. He cooed softly.

"I know you can handle it all, Boss. I'm still gonna worry," About his own skin? Not a chance. If Val asked him to throw his life down? He'd do it without a second thought. That was his boss, his guy. Before the Vees, before the studio, before Vox. Was Val insane sometimes? Yeah, but who wasn't.

"Just making sure you're taking care of yourself is all, Val," He watched over the other's shoulder, trying to get a feel for the person they were watching. He he might pair them with, and what kind of scenes they'd work in.

[tangledfate]

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Lucifer returned to the hotel without waiting for help. Without fanfare or celebration. Truth be told, he thought no one had noticed–hoped as much–until a familiar red figure darkened his doorway.

A doorway cracked into uncharacteristic darkness and a sliver of light suddenly obstructed almost completely.

“Go away.” No quips, no pretense, just dark words growled out in duplicating tones from a mouth too wide and eyes too many. From golden blood dripping down a frame bleeding from white to black as control over his form slipped in and out of his fingers–like water desperately cupped in shaking hands–and the monster from myth peered back through the angel’s eyes.

But he doesn’t go like the king ordered. That spindly frame doesn’t move and it’s more than the beast can allow. So, he moves. Faster than any form he’s shown yet. Face bleeding black, eyes bleeding red as more and more appeared on skin as the black swallowed the usual white. Claws too long, teeth too sharp. Creaking and cracking before the beast from the pit loomed over the sinner and roared.

A creature no longer able to pretend to be man nor angel.

"Ɨ̖̤̈́͒́ s̩̜̒̔̓̇̎̓Ⱥ̹͈̤̹̐̈ɨ̦̜̣̒̔̒̐đ̛̗̩̗̗̹̎̎̕ Ł̍̏̐͋̈́̏̇̓́Ɇ̦̩̜̤̏̀Ⱥ̹̹̜̦̏V̹̩̍̓̓̓Ɇ̜̖̩̤̓̀̓͋!̜̜̐̋͒̋̀̎"

[hgecok]

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"Well, Well, If it isn't Wrath's hottest assassin, with the hottest ass. How you doing sexy?"

[carminelegacy]

“The only district remaining on our list is Rosie's,” Odette murmured, adjusting her glasses as she examined the list upon her clipboard once again with close detail, “with Mother handling that of the Vees, we may have collected our desired quota before lunch this time and can finish the day early.” 

Of course, that was if they didn't immediately attempt to categorize, inventory, and smelt the material into the forms waiting for them in the factory. After all, with how popular all of their weapons were—especially the angelic steel ones—they were already behind their schedule by weeks. It would be a miracle if any of the Carmine women would get reasonable sleep before the week's end. Their only real rest for some time would be the short nap they allowed themselves before Carmilla returned home, presuming Vox delayed her long enough with another attempted “business proposition,” before it was back to work for the family.

Bumping her sister's shoulder, Clara released a small laugh. “Cheer up, Odette! Sure it's the longest day of the year for us, but the van's almost full and we're almost done and, look, I'll even buy you a coffee if you don't tell off Susan today."

“It's not my fault she's a boisterous, obnoxious, prideful, bi—”

“Rosie! What a pleasant surprise! I hope we're not interrupting anything!”

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[hells-hazbins]

🍷 Vox to (Emily) I got the on the brain

Valentine

[☄️] Emily was not one hundred percent sure about this, but Vox seemed nice. As much as Sera disapproved, the seraphim decided she would accept his invitation. Maybe he wanted help on his path to redemption! She could tell him all about Heaven and help Charlie get him up there. Yes, that must be it.

She came down with a pleasant smile and that in mind, arriving at the Vee Tower. Standing in the lobby, she asked the person at the front desk if Vox was around and presented the note she had gotten from Charlie that was from the Overlord.

The receptionist was quick to send a message up to the Overlord that Emily was here. Waiting in the Lobby, she looked at the portraits hanging up. There was certainly character to some of them. She felt like she needed to avert her eyes at the ones involving the moth sinner.

It was only a few moments before Vox appeared in the lobby to greet her. "Hello!" she beams with a smile, "I came to accept your invitation for dinner. I hope I'm not too late.."