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[sparkinglove]

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"Look who we have here," a voice boomed out, one the radio demon was unlikely to forget.

The media demon strolled out from around a corner, his screen twisted into a vicious smirk. "I haven't seen you since the battle. Y'know, the one you lost to Adam." Laughter erupted from him as his eyes crinkled at the edge of his screen, brightening with pure enjoyment at the state his former friend was in.

He stopped in front of him, his eyes pointedly lowering to look at his chest. There was no visible injury to it. In fact, all of Hell believed Alastor was fine because that was what the radio demon wanted them to believe, but Vox knew better. He was one of the few who had a front row view of the damage Adam managed to inflict upon him before dying that almost claimed Alastor's life. There was no conceivable way a wound like that -- inflicted by an angel's blade -- was already healed, no matter how strong Alastor claimed to still be. Something was off about him over the past few weeks and Vox had a pretty good idea what it was. It took years of practice -- of staring, obsessing, longing -- to notice the hint of pain to Alastor's movements, but Vox saw it.

"That's not looking so good, now is it, old friend?"

[lus-your-daddy]

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There was a sudden sense that he was being watched, he turned only to capture a glimpse of the radio demon withon the shadows of one corner of the space he was in. After squinting to find the shape of the figure and realizes who exactly it was, the king rolled his eyes. This guy.

"Huh? Oh, it's only you. Isn't there something better you could be doing around here aside from standing there gawking with that painfully forced grin, bellhop?" Alastor was the last person Lu considered helpful and so he wasn't about to ask for any assistance or feedback with what he was up to.

"I'm a little too busy to play along with your rude, instigating commentary at the moment, Charlie made a special request and as her father, I've set the task as top priority." he explained with his hands busy handling equipment that he had manifested and had begun setting down and arranging within the spare room.

[hellsgreatestperformance]

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「🕸️Usually going out to a club after dealing with Val's shit was the distraction he needed. Eager men were nearly tripping over each other, offering to buy him drinks. And despite his playful smile and flirtatious tone as he graciously accepted, nothing was satisfying him. The multiple rounds of shots and the inhaled sweet dust left him feeling empty. So much so that he called it a night.

He stumbled out of the club, his vision slightly obscure from vices. A cigarette was slid from the carton and positioned between his lips. But before a flame even touched the tip of the stick, a sight that made him double take caught his attention. Was this a hallucination? No fucking way the radio demon was hunched over in a shitty alley. Yeah, it had to be bullshit and he was half tempted to be on his merry way, yet his feet disobeyed and walked towards him. And something felt off...

❝ Smiles? Holy shit, what the actual fuck?! ❞ Was that blood? Was he hurt? Could he even get hurt? This couldn't be real. He had to confirm somehow whether this was a fucked up hallucination or reality. He got onto his knees near the demon. ❝ Yuh alright? What happened? We should get ya back ta the hotel, Smiles. I can patch ya up. ❞ 」

[veelentino]

"There you are." It didn't matter if he was uninvited, or unwanted for that matter. Valentino joined Alastor out on the hotel patio, his own mug of coffee in hand but now that he's a bit closer, it looked at the Radio Demon as more of a tea person. For some reason that seemed more fitting. He sat in the chair across from the small side table between them and crossed one leg over the other.

"I've been looking to talk to you, but you're quite elusive, aren't you?" And it didn't help that Charlie had been up his ass since his arrival. Her overwhelming need to be warm and friendly and helpful might work on the few, but this was Hell, and it made him want to turn right back around. And nearly did, a few times. While his interest in true redemption was tentative at best, he didn't want his little vacation from The V Tower to be all for naught. He had questions for Alastor.

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[evillustrations]

[[ @shiningxfates and @rockhardhero THANK YOU TO YOU BOTH FOR MAKING MY SHAACHÉ REAL !! ]]

[belovedblossoms]

And the fact that he had to come back of all times when their businesses was flourishing to ruin it all just because SOMEONE was sticking some dick in crazy and they still left him wanting more. Why must she be stuck smack dab in the middle of this lover's quarrel??

[pxrifiedmxniac]

And I now expose all of my current mutuals to the very first major ship of this blog - Ice Fibers~ ♥

[vsagis]

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The figure in the corner of the room stays silent for the better part of the exchange, arms crossed and unmoving like a marble statue. It's only after the League's leader orders Kurogiri and Compress to put the kidnapped highschooler back to sleep is that they move.

"Let me talk to him," he asks as he reaches Shigaraki's side, and while the details of his features are obscured by the shadow cast by the hood of his sweatshirt, the voice could possibly hit a familiar note.

"Bakugou," the teenager begins after an unspoken permission is given to him, taking a few more steps towards the hero student, "Listen to him, really listen, and you'll see he has a point. There is no other way to bring change than to force it when the society is so rooted in its wrongdoings... is what I would normally say if there was someone else in your place. But I know that deep down you already know he's right." When he's this close, it's easier to see his face, and as if reading somebody's mind on this, Izuku removes his hood to reveal it along with a smile that lightens his features up with a kind of light that's odd to the old him, the one Bakugou once knew. "Because I've seen you act according to all the wrong lessons our world has taught you. Haven't I?"