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❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜ from @gamblersbar

"Yeh' ain't tryin' t' poison me, are yeh', Whiskas?" He teased, glancing at the drink placed in front of him. It wasn't like Husk had ever steered him wrong with a drink. The bartender absolutely knew the spider's favorite things to drink, and was always one to run new concoctions by Angel. He supposed it might have helped that he had been drinking since he was practically eleven, and therefore a good judge, but.

charlie   wiped   her   eyes   to   pretend   she   wasn't   just   crying,   a   smile   given   to   husk   to   force   away   the   hard   emotions   that   she   hated   to   talk   about.   she   just   wanted   to   pretend   it   wasn't   there,   that   she   wasn't   this   tragic   princess   that   everyone   thought   she   was.   even   if…   it   came   from   a   good   heart.

“    i'm   fine,   husk…    really,   it's   nothing.    can   i   just   have   another   drink?    ”

arms   on   the   counter,   she   looked   at   her   empty   glass   in   a   non-verbal   act   of   a   please,   her   kindness   never   going   untouched   even   through   her   rough   eyes   and   verbally   dry   voice.   a   few   more   drinks,   and   she'll   be   away   from   the   feelings.

headcanon meme ♡

does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

valentino has has plenty of wardrobe malfunctions throughout his career but he has always played them off as intentional and capitalized on the scandal and publicity in lieu of becoming embarrassed. any slips or mishaps that happened on stage during their burlesque performances ( prior to his overlord career ) were similarly laughed off or gracefully woven into the routine as if it was a playful little touch. he is too confident and charismatic to allow little blunders like those to affect his showmanship or his image.

the only embarrassing moments that linger with him are mistakes made due to his poor eyesight. especially in the beginning when he was adjusting to the damage and stubbornly refusing to use his glasses. he has tripped down stairs. crashed several of vox's cars before his license was revoked. misread things entirely. gotten lost or walked in the completely wrong direction. the list goes on. they get moody whenever someone brings up any of those incidents.

how active is your muse? do they exercise regularly? do they do things like yoga? what else do they do to keep fit and active? are they flexible? can they do parkour?

they are fairly active, although perhaps not as much as they were in their youth. valentino is an excellent dancer who is practiced in several forms of ballroom dancing and many more sensual dance routines. dancing has always been a favored hobby and a significant part of his career. pole dancing and yoga have strengthened their arms, back and core. aside from dancing, they performed various aerial stunts and minor acrobatic feats for theatrical burlesque shows, adult films, and artistically erotic projects. he still dances, exercises and does yoga regularly to keep up his flexibility, endurance and strength

how does your muse handle feeling scared? do they enjoy horror? do they believe in the paranormal? what calms your muse down? do they have any scary stories?

fear is generally channeled into to anger rather than a healthier coping mechanism. he tends to lash out when he is afraid. especially when faced with a physical threat. if the fear stems from emotional vulnerability it can be expressed via aggression, apathy or bitter cynicism --depending on the situation or the source of conflict.

in terms of horror as a genre, they do enjoy spooky and brutal forms of media. he finds them amusing and would gladly binge horror movies with vox and velvette.

val is a firm believer in the paranormal and the occult. naturally, they have dealt with various other demons and entities throughout their lifetime. he incorporates dark magic into his everyday routine through the use of potions, spells, curses, hexes and other rituals. while other forms of magic are more inherent to his being. such as the pheromones, aprodisiac and glamour magic.

❝ . . . tch. ❞ the sound comes like the crack of a whip. breaking the silence between the two of them. it would seem that HUSKER'S COMMENT had left him speechless, but that was far from the truth. he had a slew of insults that he was cooking up behind slit eyes. narrowing his gaze, he searches for a look of hesitation in the demon's eyes. the feeling that what he had just said was out of line. ALASTOR has seen him reel back on his comments in the past, recognizing that he had brought unnecessary punishment onto himself by saying outlandish remarks. for the moment, he was displaying more patience than he had in the past, but it wasn't for the sake of being kind to his captive. he had struck a nerve. that was what was keeping him so silent.

everyone knew of ALASTOR'S DISAPPEARANCE, at least - that was how ALASTOR SAW IT. he was too full of himself to believe that no one would have taken notice of his lack of presence in the hellish scene. hiding for several years hadn't done anything good for his reputation. most wanted a good explanation for it, of those whose opinions mattered most: he wouldn't give them one.

"So... what'd ya say this was again?"

Angel craned his neck and leaned closer to the vanity mirror, widening his yellow eye as he applied his mascara around its rim. He was in his room, clothes strewn about his bed, the floor, and even the vanity itself-- while Husk waited patiently behind him.

"Like, I know it's a 'Fifties Night' or whateva'... but what actually is it, Whiskers?" the spider asked.

Angel set the makeup down and snatched his neck scarf from the desk, tying it carefully under the collar of his shirt. Then he got up, made a couple faces at his own reflection, and stepped back to preen himself.

He seemed uncertain, and this became all the more obvious when he turned around and fixed Husk with the most self-doubting look imaginable.

"Does this outfit make me look like a dumbass?" Angel queried, bottom two hands moving to smooth a wrinkle from his skirt.

He didn't hate it, actually. It was the most stereotypical costume imaginable: a white blouse, black neckerchief, and yellow poodle skirt, with black Mary-Janes and fold-over socks instead of his usual lengthy boots. It was cute on him, but out of his comfort zone in the sense that it did not show enough skin.

He felt preppy. Nerdy, almost, despite the outfit's natural sass.

Was he setting himself up for negative attention? Were people going to laugh at him?

head  cants  at  the  sight  of  the  drink.  it  appears  virtually  indistinguishable  from  any  other  beverage  —  the  golden  hue  reminiscent  of  any  other  form  of  alcohol.  (  although,  what  was  that  odd  can  he  poured  it  from?  )  raising  the  glass  to  his  lips,  alastor's  nose  wrinkles  a  bit  at  the  sickly  sweet  scent.  the  warning  look  shot  in  husker's  direction  would  make  most  sinners  crumple  into  a  trembling  pile  of  fear  and  flesh.  ❝  hmm. ❞   this  better  not  be  some  form  of  prank.  those  are  only  amusing  when  inflicted  on  other  people.  although,  he  supposes  his  companion  is  (  vices  aside  )  intelligent  enough  to  know  the  radio  demon  is  not  one  to  be  toyed  with  so  easily  —  and  certainly  not  without  running  the  very  real  risk  of  nightmarish  repercussion.  yes,  this  is  probably  fine.

he  takes  a  sip.  (  why  is  it  fizzy?  )

❝  ...  ❞   alastor's  forehead  immediately  hits  the  bar  with  an  audible  THUNK.