A Private ˗ˏˋ 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 ´ˎ˗ of # 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥
Canon Compliant with Expanded Lore
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Disturbing & Triggering Content will feature on this blog ranging from but not limited to ➤ NonCon / Rape ➤ Dubcon ➤ Sexual / Physical / Psychological Abuse ➤ Human Trafficking ➤ Drugging
Valentino Will Not Be Watered Down Or Made More Digestible
Ships Are Included In That
equating humanization with “apologia” and “manipulation” is treating the audience like they are morons. i want art to trust me enough to understand that i can reckon with characters not being black and white caricatures while sustaining my ultimate conclusion about them and their crimes
“it gives ppl ammunition to…” i kinda dont care. sounds like a them problem. i see what is in the text and if the reality of the rest is also properly there that is what matters to me. i do think that what i want most out of fiction is for it to try to reflect truth, and then trust me to think for myself with it
hello! I am a hobby artist looking to raise some funds as I am once again in a tricky financial situation. here is a little explanation, but feel free to skip - includes discussion of pet illness/death, disability, and financial hardship.
vet bills and a reduction to my monthly benefits have left me without money until the 16th, as well as owing £90 to my partner just to be able to pay my rent. the pet in question unfortunately passed away this morning, so I am not in great shape emotionally, and the cut to my benefits is due to my partner getting a new job, which is wonderful but unfortunately means we are entitled to less. I am currently unable to work due to disabling mental health conditions, and although I am very keen to get a part-time job again, and without going into detail, a myriad of circumstances have made it impossible for me to make this a priority at this time. any money earned from art commissions would go towards paying back my girlfriend, buying food for myself, my partner, and our pets; paying for my therapy and the travel costs and upcoming bills.
to avoid this post becoming ridiculously long, my info, rules and prices are under the cut.
prices
$25 - half body sketch, no colour
$30 - full body sketch, no colour
$35 - half body line drawing, no colour
$40 - full body line drawing, no colour
$50 - half body line drawing with colour
$60 - full body line drawing with colour
$60 - a set of 5 roleplay icons fully lined and coloured with expressions entirely of your choosing (see: the three molly icons included in my examples)
these prices are regarding a drawing of one character, but I will do multiple characters in any of these specifications for an additional $5 without colour, or $10 with colour.
I can also take requests not within these specifications, and we can work out a price! especially if you would like to commission something under $25 - I would be more than happy to figure out a way to accommodate this.
rules and information
I draw primarily hellaverse characters (clearly angel is the one I have the most practice with!), but I would be happy to consider characters from other fandoms.
all ships are welcome as long as they don't involve kids or inc*st.
ocs are also welcome, but be prepared for me to ask for a lot of supporting information and references in order to do your character justice, as well as potentially taking a longer time to complete the project.
regarding nsfw content, I won't draw genitals or sex scenes. suggestive content (ie. the sketch of angel in bdsm gear included in my examples) is fine if you are over 18.
please allow me a few weeks to complete your commission, possibly longer for fully lined and coloured pieces. I work slowly! if you would like to see progress during this time, just give me a message, and I will be happy to show you where I'm at.
payment will be via paypal, and I ask for a $10 deposit upfront just to weed out any chancers. the rest of the payment will only be due once I have delivered your completed commission. if, for any reason, I am unable to complete your commission, your deposit will be refunded.
I will also require an email to send the finished pieces to.
I am within my rights to refuse any request for any reason.
I retain the copyright to the art you purchase. what this means is that you are buying is the digital product, which you may display with or without credit (though credit is always appreciated), but not the right to reproduce or distribute that product.
please feel free to dm me if you have any questions!
Hi guys <3 I am extremely stressed as my energy company has mistakenly taken a double payment this month, which has left me £200 out! I've called the company and a refund is in process, but it won't arrive for 7-10 business days, and my rent goes out tomorrow which I now barely have enough to cover. I am supposed to be going out for Halloween with my friends tonight and now I'm reconsidering because of this stupid error. If anyone would like to help me cover rent and afford a taxi to have the night out with my pals I've been looking forward to, please dm me about commissions. Here's some of my more recent art:
“ I’ll pass. I don’t want whatever that pompous fuck’s passed on to you. ” It sounds sulkier than he means it to. His paperwork is slid away, strengthening his irritation: Vox scowls, leaning back in his chair and letting his gaze sweep over Valentino with no small amount of possessive displeasure. The idea of Michael being near Val makes him want to rip something apart: there must be an appetite for angel wings somewhere in the Pride ring. Maybe he should employ some of those cannibals for the next time Michael stops by.
“ And for your information, ” he adds, somewhat haughty, “ I was making sure you weren’t pulling your usual shit. Making sure I didn’t need to step in. ” And if he’d been idly watching Val while touching his own dick, that’s nobody’s business but his own. Not something he’s going to admit to his partner while he’s mad at him. “ But it looked like you had it more than fucking handled without me. ”
"You watched long enough to work up a bitch fit but not long enough to know my dick didn't go near Angelic Tush?"
Vox leans back and Val moves forward, now with a gap which he quickly fills with himself. Across the desk now and filling Vox with a lap full of himself, his wings spread open so he can grind his ass right against the other Overlord's groin. Again. And again.
"Mmmm tell me - what is my usual shit?~" He purrs, seemingly oblivious to how pissed off Vox was ( he wasn't, he just found his mood funny ) as he tugged his bowtie free. "Next time you should zap right on in. I'd rather know sooner than later when you're playing voyeur.."
"Tragic, ain't it?" Damn, he hands over his phone, and Valentino just had to dig into his adulterous tastes, huh? Had a fucking THING for DILFs, so sue him--
No time to wallow in his straight chaser misery, not with his lips claimed in ravenous hunger. Arms looping around the overlord, if his body wasn't getting hot and bothered before, it certainly was now-- reacting to each and every touch with fervor, mouth dropping open, gasping, and--
Oh, fuck, Valentino wanted to keep the schtick going--
"NoooOOoOOooOoooo~" Came Angel's moaned-out plea, all too eager to watch the bloodshed. "Y'-- you can't~! Have mercy-- their khakis and polos deserve it, but they don't--"
If the men saw Angel Dust with him - they'd never want to fuck him again. Not with the threat of his pimp looming, ever threatening to take them to their forever grave - whatever waited beyond a second death. And being dick deep inside Angel wasn't going to distract him from his real mission.
No one steals from him. And anyone who fucked Angel Dust without offering payment was taking from his bottom line. That had to be accounted for.
When the limo stops, Val's shifts focus, untangling himself from the spider and not even bothering to redress himself, not when his wings fold over him and cover anything left hanging out. Moneyshot's retrieved from beneath a seat and he's out the vehicle - charging the door like a tornado on the warpath.
BANG !! BANG BANG !!
The screams don't last long and the man in question isn't the only victim. His unsuspecting wife was left untold why an Overlord burst into their home - her husband could explain it to her when they woke up, and whatever other related souls were in there unfortunate enough to be in the house. The target though - the target Val takes outside. Dragged by his hair, clenched upward so he could face his limo - see Angel in the back of it with the door having been left wide open.
Valentino leans in close, whispers something to him. A shaking hand reaches for a wallet to give him and one could practically hear the begging - just before a final shot tore through his skull and the corpse fell to the pavement.
Payment collected and a debt settled. Valentino returns to the back of his ride. Angel's phone is grabbed again, looking up the NEXT one.
“ I SAW YOUR CALLS. ” HE HAD WATCHED THEM RING DEAD OUT OF SPITE. He’s refusing to give Valentino even an inch of his attention, stubbornly continuing to work on the papers his partner isn’t laying all over. It’s kind of redundant, because he’s not even sure whether the form he’s writing on is for expenditure or damage, but like hell is he going to act bothered.
If Val wants to fuck Archangels instead of him, whatever. Michael can have him ! Enjoy the meltdowns and the attention - seeking, Your Holiness. Vox has his work. “ Don’t you have better things to be doing ? I don’t know — getting a divine probe in your ass or something ? ”
"Won't answer my calls but can't stop watching me? Man. Sometimes I forget what a freak you are. I'm into it." Val loved attention. Loved being obsessed over. Vox rarely gave him the focus he sought, that kind that melted the rest of Hell away for a while - so much so that sometimes he forgot just how into him his partner was. Until he let his stalker like habits slip.
Emboldened, Val presses a hand to the paper Vox is scribbling on, sliding it away by force as he snakes closer.
"Sounds like something already probed you~ Need me to reach up there? I got twenty figures and five dicks to work with, baby.. One of them should calm that ass down."
he’s totally not mad that val is flirting with an archangel and not him. or that an archangel appeared to val and not to him. he’s gonna give val the silent treatment later by sulking in his office. ( @televeyesing )
And that's exactly where he finds his precious precious totally-not-a-sub CEO man - in his office doing paperwork. Isn't it after hours? After hours is VALENTINO time and so the moth crawls up right on his desk, laying right across those papers.
"Vooooooxxxxxxx~ You haven't been ANSWERING MY CALLS.. I'm going to assume you were so busy you didn't see them but since I'm here now -"
Attention please ♥ as greedy hands are already digging right into Vox's blazer.
“Mister—“ what was his name? Angel bitched a lot about him. “Valentine.” Yeah, that was it! For someone named that though he didn’t seem very fond of real love, just that artificial kind that the holiday names for that generated. Never mind he wasn’t here to pick on his name, but to protect Angel. Kind of, since actually doing that would piss him off. So instead, he tucks his hands behind his back and blinks up at the creature.
“I am the oldest being aside from God himself and the only angel to beat Lucifer.” Titles that hold weight in Hell, but mean actually very little to Michael. He doesn’t usually talk much about himself, but he needs Mister Valenito to understand who he’s looking at.
“So I could, with barely blinking, turn your insides outside and shove your head up your own rectum where you can give yourself a prostate exam and an STI inspection. Which you probably need.” A smile draws on his face, pleasant and warm looking.
Valentino only offers a slow blink in response, with his smug grin splitting wider. Lucifer was a fucking JOKE in Pride and Val assumes most of Hell. Chalky Chandler or whatever that stupid cunt's name was happened to also be a joke. Arch Angel meant nothing in here.
The Overlord offers an exaggerated moan as he's threatened, his face twisting as though in a form of mild pleasure.
"Cute of you to threaten me with a good time baby. But you didn't answer my question. You strike me as the kind of man to stand on business .. if you were going to do that, you'd be playing show than tell. Why are you in my house, peacocking around the smell of your own shit?"
Angel, of course. Who would be getting a very... very stern talking to.
INSERT ANGRY ARCHANGEL FACE CAUSE IMAGES NO ALLOWED AGAIN.
"Just a question, Arch Angel Michael. It's no secret you've the power to do what you want. You could kill me. You could take out all the Overlords." He purrs, relaxing where he stands as he lights a cigarette.
