#cantankerous cunts

[angelichooves]

@cantankerous-cunts replied to your post “...He knows Alastor, the FREAK is not talking...”:

Alastor: ......does your head allow you to use a mental protractor? Who said it was 180°?

​✥✧∘* "Yeah, yeah. You're a professional Twister player. Congrats."

[theunknownmasks]

@cantankerous-cunts

He hasn’t felt so free in such a long time.

His soul, was now completely his and his alone. That deal he made once so long ago to get closer to his goal for reaching the top, his volunteering at the Hotel, the years spent carefully curating his reputation as one perfectly at home with the fires of damnation… all of it now leading to this moment that he could savor as being done by his own wit and ability. No savior or friend needed to accomplish his own ends and gains.

More to that, Alastor had also collecting some crumbs of information that he could use to his full advantage once again. How fortunate that the only ones that might be able to hinder his activities were the very same people now making it possible to slide into position with such ease. They did the same with Alastor back in the Battle for the Hotel, and the same again here after his altercation with Vox and his pet….

And now, so too, was the devil a casualty of his strength and durability being taken for granted.

No one is present to ask any questions, let alone stop Alastor from appearing outside of the King’s door — and a sign is hardly enough to prevent him from entering. Why, it’s an emergency! How could he possibly ignore the plight of the injured, restricted area or no? Especially, when he knew quite well in no small part thanks to what had been revealed in the space of the last for days, that the playing field had been leveled.

Lucifer, incapable of hurting him, and he, not currently willing to damage the other man more than he already was.

Smartly, he raps three times on the door and steps inside to announce his presence. “It is only I, sire, be at ease. I have come to assist you.”

Lucifer was completely drained from that night that still hung onto his body. The night Vox had completely used and tortured the King of Hell for his own personal uses of making him a weapon of mass destruction. He was so fucking stupid to believe Charlotte wanted anything to do with him after everything.

Her words to him still cut him deeply and stung so deeply within his heart and soul. Feeding into his self-hatred and severe depression. He came to make amends with his daughter to have it thrown in his face and turned him against his own kingdom and Heaven. Something he'd been fearful that Heaven might lash out at him like they had before.

He'd only wanted to be left alone now after everything. He was truly alone again..it was all his fault again, wasn't it?

`The devil made me do it.`

The man laid there still exhausted, his chest burning still as the metal crafted to pull his energy was angelic metal and the cables that forced its way into his flesh leaving holes there for now. Tears falling from his face as he wished more than anything that he at least had Lilith...but he didn't. It made the sorrow in his heart hit deeper into his veins knowing this.

That had been when heard the sounds of three knocks at his door and at first, he lifted a hand up to quickly wipe his face clean thinking that maybe he was wrong. Maybe his daughter decided to visit him unlike what he thought?!- And then he heard his voice.

The sound of Alastor's fucking voice made him angry as he slowly turned over to face his back to the door. Maybe he would go away if he said nothing!

[morningstar-the-king-himself]

@cantankerous-cunts "Is this like a technique of yours? You know, where you insult the girl so she'll want you even more?" Alastora looks amused still, leaning across the counter and resting her chin on her hand, so he must be more endearing than he is actually offensive.

"Oh, no, darling. The technique is to start trouble, pick a fight, see who's crazy enough to go toe to toe with me. I love a woman whose form of foreplay happens to also be sparring."

"I'm not for the faint of heart, because I'm one hell of a ride," He said with a wink.

@cantankerous-cunts

[hcllsbigboss]

@cantankerous-cunts / Alastor continued xx

Did he..? Did he just agree? Lucifer was stunned. He'd been half serious, but really expecting some sort of snarky response. To which, Lucifer had a mind to just walk away after that. Letting him wallow in whatever this was that he had gotten himself into. But he had actually agreed? That had his face flush a golden tint, his eyes blowing wide as he stood there in a stunned silence. He was glad that Alastor couldn't see him like this right now or else he might be the one who was made a joke of. He just needed a moment to gather his thoughts and collect himself. Oh, was he really going to do this or just laugh it off and help Alastor out of the wall? He swallowed thickly, his eyes falling back down towards his waist. That perfect waist. It wasn't fair that someone like him could be given a body like that. So tempting. Did he even realize that? Something could be said about the man who would take advantage of another in this situation, but he was also the devil. There was a reason why he was regarded the worst of them all. The most hated being in all of creation. This hall was empty and very rarely traveled except for maybe by himself or Alastor. Perhaps the little scary one here and there. But he doubted anyone else would catch them and the thought of being caught? It sent a rush through him that made his head dizzy. So maybe he was a little into it.

Getting over his shock, a grin cracked across his features. He stepped closer to Alastor and pressed his clothed hips against his, just so he could lean over him. Carefully, he ran a hand down the center of his spine, purposely drawing out the touch with he tip of his claw, while his other hand went to smooth back along his abdomen again. "Why not here? It's not like anyone else comes this way too often, you're lucky I even found you." The hand he'd slid down his abdomen went further south, down, down, down until his claws brushed over the top of his pants. "And, oh, Alastor you have the sluttiest waistline I've ever seen. I don't think you realize what that can do to a man." He popped the button to his pants and then snaked his hand down the front of them. "This won't benefit anyone, if you don't enjoy this as much as I will, though. You have to admit, this situation is a little tempting." That hand of his curled around the base of his cock then and he began to slide his palm slowly up and down his shaft, in long strokes. His other hand had come back to rest on his hips, supporting his weight as he kept himself leaning over him. Still pressed close enough against him, that he could probably feel Lucifer's own body starting to react a little bit through his slacks. Pants gradually becoming just a little too tight.

[morningstar-the-antichrist]

@cantankerous-cunts for Alastora

It's taken a while for him to get settled, to heal up, and get his wits about him. It reminded him a lot of his time on Earth, slumming it in his teen years, doing whatever was needed to survive.

This time it was easier. He had lot more experience in various skills that kept him alive. He also knew how to blend into the shadows and be terrifying when he needed to. Which was needed to survive the streets of Hell but still remain unnoticed by those in power.

There wasn't too much risk of a royal or a Sin encountering him. His biggest threats were the Overlords.

In this Hell...his powers were finite. He couldn't pul form the chaotic nature of Hell itself. He still had his abilities, recovery time just took a lot longer. Which mean he had to be careful if and how he used his actual powers. So no Infernal fire, no portals to get him wherever far and wide he pleased, no pulse of manifested chaos and darkness, no magic. Not impossible, just annoying sometimes. He learned that when keeping up glamour to hide the more noticeable Morningstar features. In the end, he simply resorted to using make-up to hide his dimples. Thankfully the only bit of blond on his hair was a single streek. He dyed it blue just in case, and will have to every couple of weeks, but its nothing big...just tedious.

The issue then becomes...what to do with himself. He can't sit still for long. For a while he thought he could just party and fuck as he desired but he actually grew tired of that. The issue was...he was also good at violence, not just sex. So he craved fighting, but that wasn't enough. Surviving idiots whose only strategy is to punch and kick and bite gets boring fast.

He wanted to outsmart. So he began to go against people with some power. Nothing close to an Overlord, but street gang members who made claims to certain blocks. He never took what was theirs...just brought in chaos and kicked their asses to show that they weren't invincible. The mayhem he left behind was addicting.

As this became his new norm...his style began to bother him. A simple t-shirt and jeans didn't do much to invoke power nor fear. Maybe it was dangerous to indulge in that delight but he wanted more style...and more places to hide knives.

He drew up some sketches before heading out toward a tailor he's heard great things about.

He steps into the shop, bell ringing to announce his arrival and waits to be greeted, though he calls out, "Hello?"

[radioiaci]

@cantankerous-cunts ⧐ Huske, having spotted the red deer sinner from behind, slowly approaches the counter to stand next to them. "Moscow mule, on the rocks," he orders gruffly, yellow eyes watching the tender's every twitch while the drink is being made. Up close, it's even more evident that this is not his business partner having a drink, but someone who could easily and eerily pass for her. Did she have some identical twin that she never bothered to mention or what?? Either way, it's his job to figure out if this bozo is a threat or just someone to keep a close eye on. Figures. "You look familiar. Swing around this dingy hole-in-the-wall often?" He takes the drink that was slid over to his paws with some attitude, squinting right back at the tender until they looked away to clean a glass. Looks like he hit a nerve with them but can they really complain? Knifty would have a conniption if she ever stepped foot in this place. At least it can make a mean drink, even if the dive bar itself had seen better days. Idle for quick hand overs or exchanges. Or to get buzzed out of your mind, if you weren't all that concerned about getting pick-pocketed. "You wouldn't happen to know a seamstress by the name of Alastora, would you? Splitting image of her." UNPROMPTED ASKS.

To step outside of his usual routine of bars he might drift between is not entirely common for him. Every so often, Alastor feels marginally stagnant, deciding to distance himself from both the familiarity of the hotel's bar and those that he frequents as a well-known patron. Discovering new holes in the wall to settle, hopefully unseen and unacknowledged for the sake of peace, occurs only on occasion - and likely for good reason, if the odd stare he gives the stranger who seems to be talking to him is any indication.

It looks like Husk but not Husk - and as Alastor briefly takes a stare into the glass in hand, he absently wonders whether or not he's been drugged...

But it does not seem to be the case, immediately removing whatever confusion he may be giving off of his general person so as to not cause any immediate suspicion. He downs a bit more of his drink before responding to the other's probing questions.

"I do not. To both. One might be offended that you compare me to a woman, but luckily I am forgiving."

It's said in a brushed-off manner; he is not truly offended. But it is for the sake of banter, if nothing else.

"But you look quite similar to someone I happen to know. Perhaps we've steeped ourselves into some strange reflective place here in this bar, hm?"

Or - hm. Maybe Alastor is the one who has stepped away from what he is accustomed to.

So strange.

[brokendreamscreation]

@cantankerous-cunts (Knifty) 🔪🔪🔪

Fortunately for Lucid it isn't very serious with a sewing needle, but the tiny sinner is RELENTLESS!!

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

“YEEOUCH!!”

All six of Lucid’s blue wings flared wide, taking to the air a few feet off the ground. In his leg he could make out the thin sewing needle embedded through the fabric. Several small stains of gold began to form, the cheeky creature successfully drawing blood. Yeah, staying airborne right now seemed the most ideal.

Plucking the sewing needle out, he frowns down at the tiny Sinner lady. “H-hey! What’s the big deal?! What was that for?!”

[alteregozowie]

@cantankerous-cunts "Aw, poor deer, looks like you are having a hard time handling your substances. Can you even stand up straight?" Alastora hides her smile behind a blood red fan. Poor Zowie looks prime for the teasing.

"I cannot, thanks for asking, my dear," he truly didn't understand what he was saying, per se, as the drugs numbed his brain. Alastor stared at her for a moment, unsure if it was his foggy brain or this woman really did looked similar to him. "Forgive me, darling. My manners are a little lacking today. Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure! Alastor is the name, Radio Demon is the game"

He held out his hand to shake it, although he....didn't get up to do so.