#radiiosugars

[radioiaci]

⧐ @radiiosugars liked for a starter.

ANOTHER ONE.

Oh this is starting to be fun now. Alastor says nothing this time around as he notices the doppelganger, taking the opportunity instead to step around them in a circle. Like he is appraising. Mmhmm MMHMM, YES, very nice, yes.

"I'm going to give you a solid nine out of ten."

Minus one point for not actually being him. That's how that works.

[helluvaflames]

@radiiosugars

Arackniss gives in and lets Moxxie hug him

The imp glances at the other who had his arms out to him. Making Moxxie's eyes light up as he smiles at the other. This meant that he was able to hug him and he was ecstatic about doing so. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. Letting his head bury in the others chest as he does this. He doesn't get to hug the other very often for a long time at least. So, he always took the moment when he could.

"You okay, baby?" Moxxie mumbles against the other. Still hiding his face while one hand was wrapped around the others waist. It was always a nice feeling to be able to cuddle the other male like this. It was one of his favorite things to do.

[mxthbladed-a]

It was a detail often missed; each pair of horns was different. Besides their voices, it was really the only way to tell them apart when their masks were on. But each LED expression was emblazoned in her mind- each marked by anger and betrayal. Vaggie's heart lurched.

She was going to kill her sisters. They were all different from the other angels- from the mortal souls that came to Heaven, welcomed into eternal paradise, free from discomfort and suffering. Exorcists couldn't tell other angels of their occupation but they were all bound by their duty.

It separated them from everyone else, deepening their connection with each other as they were the only ones that could understand what they were all going through.

A bond stronger than blood...and Vaggie was going to shatter it further than she already had. In the darkened parlor, she sat with her legs pulled up to her chest. She felt the shift in the air before she heard it- the telltale sizzle in the air of static. It was brief and quiet but she knew very well what it meant.

"What is it, Al?" she asked, voice hoarse. She had already cried herself dry but the emotion was caught in her throat.

@radiiosugars

[themosthatedbeingg]

{ he was just out walking and got Reemed by a Boom box falling from heaven}

{{ And now he’s out cold in the middle of the sidewalk thanks to the boombox would this count as an official attack from heaven ?}}

[sirserpentine]

Starter for @radiiosugars Elizabeth. (Verse: You're The Light After Our Storm.)

Rosie had acted cheekily, in her own Rosie way, and all Pentious knew was that there was going to be some kind of big surprise waiting for him in Cannibal Town's central park. Wait by that bench, he had been told, but upon inquiry no further details were given. Pentious was half expecting a prank to rain over the particularly lovely day, but the first quarter of an hour passed with nothing out of the ordinary. Just the same old cannibals on their (gruesome) picnics, the Victorian and Edwardian families enjoying the breeze, flying kites and reading under the shades of the gloomy trees. It allowed Sir Pentious to relax on the bench and, eventually, grow bored.

When his tail started to fall asleep, he decided to stand up and give his drowsy body a slight stretch. He could stay in this park and on this bench for a moment longer, he thought whilst shaking the drowse off his arms, but not all day. Whatever 'surprise' Rosie was planning had better be good, or-

"O-oh, good tidings to you, my Lady," he suddenly said, tipping his hat to an elegantly dressed Sinner whose path his stretches had likely disturbed. She was a fanged demon he had never seen before, but he recognised the fashion of her dress immediately. She must've been from the exact same decades as himself! Pentious immediately stepped aside the lovely woman's way and gave her a slight bow. "How terribly thoughtlesss of me, to park myself here like a carriage. A wonderful weather for a stroll, eh?"

[lucifertxt]

@radiiosugars ( Alastor ) ASKED ! : "please step out of my way". / prompted.

❝ Hmmm let me think about it. ❞

❝ No. As powerful as you think you are, I'm here to help too. You don't need to be acting the dog guard all the time. ❞

As much as Alastor was the protector of the new hotel, there was now the great Lucifer to clean up the place with ease. And maybe this way he could annoy him for a while.

[gamblins-archive]

starter ft. @radiiosugars for kuwako | the gambling enemies |

the streets of hell was oddly quiet, they were less murderer and maybe that in fact because the whole town was just a bunch of drunks wasting away until they get killed or for the next extermination. for husk this was an average day, with claws inside his overalls pockets he walked along the street. like he owned the place. a memory brushed past him like and old friend, of how he used to own his own casino and was the top of the food chain of overlords before his title was striped away from him, thanks to alastor.

a low sigh rumbled along the feline, with a shake of a head he pushed the memory away as it was a reminded of his biggest failure. in a low grumble he just walked silently pondering to himself. until a very familiar scent brushed past him and the audible bells ringing in ears that makes his ears tweets. a cat like growl left him as he turned to face none other than kuwako. he snarled the fox who gambles souls the original gambling demon.

"what the fuck are you doing here kuwako ! " he already turned to look into those eyes of his. the annoyance sprung along the feline, his tail angrily swayed as he clenched his hands tightly. " i wouldn't expect you to walk in the streets of hell,"

[voxxisms]

@radiiosugars stepped up to alastor !! guest muse event ( currently accepting! ) Alexander yanks Vox away from the new alternate, stepping between them. " And what do you think you're doing, hm? Touching what's mine? "

     OH - HO!  It looked as though Vox had friends,  now that something was happening.  He was not all too unfamiliar with the concept of a multiverse colliding,  something Vox,  in their older times,  used to ramble on about when he did take a few moments to tune in to his silly little thoughts  &&  info - dumps.  Vox was pulled away,  with this  ...  other version of himself stepping between them.  Alastor kept his gaze squarely settled on Vox's expression,  seeing the confusion,  putting together puzzle pieces.  It appeared to be surprising to him,  at least,  but there was something else here,  too.

        ❝  Why,  Vox!  You never told me you had made a friend in my absence!  And for it to be,  in essence,  myself,  you are quite the perverted mind,  aren't you?  I sure hope he hasn't subjected you to the things he has me,  what with his pathetic little obsession.  ❞

You will have things to answer for,  Vox.  To explain.

     Alastor settled his hands atop his staff,  gaze traveling over this alternate's form.  A softer set of features,  certainly,  pretty,  perhaps,  was a good word for it.  

        ❝  You call him yours,  which is very interesting,  considering he has been mine quite a bit longer.  Or,  at least,  that's what he wishes.  You are more than welcome to make off with him,  if you so choose,  although why you would want to,  I am so very curious!  He is the noisiest,  most obnoxious man I've had the displeasure of meeting!  ❞

Laughter echoing out of his staff,  offered alongside his own amusement.  Vox looked deeply uncomfortable,  though he remained beside the other demon in the room.  How annoying.