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[OPEN] 2nd Dose ♡ Catch All for August

Who: Angel and You!
Which: Log and Interactive Dream post
Where: Various locations depending on prompt.
What: This is a monster of a post for all the August shenanigans this sinner spider is going to be up to this month. From windy weather to spicy foods, come in to pester the spider.
Warnings: Angel Dust being Angel Dust. He is a demon from Hell and has done a few things he’s not proud of. His dream does take place in Club 666 where he works and there may be drugs and or alcohol if look for it. But otherwise I will refrain from mentioning it since it is not the point of the dream. However Angel will be providing entertainment…

1 ♡ Along Came a Spider~ ♡ Dream Board

1-A ♡ It Be Wimby
It's a little known secret that one of the ~~useless~~ powers that the spider demon had was the ability to sense storms coming. You know, not a power you go around braggin’ to people. All you gotta do is look outside to tell the weather. The only reason why it's worth mentioning now is that recently, it's been a major pain in his ass. With all this weird windly weather they have been having, it's been causing his fur to ruffle up the back of his neck as if he had real life spidey senses. Sounds cool, but it was becoming an annoyance.

But he wasn’t going to let a little bad weather stop him from going on a little shopping spree. Since being here, Angel hadn’t really explored all the boutique that Reverein had to offer and he had a very… particular article of clothing he was interested in locating. After getting ready at the Happy Tree Friend Manor, the spider made quick work to head out down to the markets. Though… what he saw along the way was not… reassuring. Lots of downed trees and smashed rooftops. Reverein natives seemed to be trying to pick up the broken pieces of their livelihoods, but….. Angel scooted on by until he discovered the shop he wished to check out had also fallen to the same fate. His face twisted as he rested his hands on his waist with an annoyed sigh.

“Shit…. Just my luck.” The spider lamented to himself.

1-B ♡ Its Getting Hot In Here?
A spicy food eating contest? And the winner gets to decide what food to be brought here? Oh sign him up. He knew exactly what he would wish for. How bad could this be? Heading to the Wild Harvest to see what poor suckers he had to go through to get him some decent Italian food around here, upon his arrival to the event location, seeing what he had to eat gave him pause. Devil raman? Devilcurry? Wow, so creative. Must have taken them forever to cook up a name like that.

Antics aside, the food in question was no joke. Angel could tell from smell alone that this shit was hot. Fuck jusy the fumes was enough to make his eyes water. Nope, don’t wuss out. This is for melanzane alla parmigiana! Clearing his throat, Angel stands tall, cocking a questioning brow.

“So… how do you win this? Do I got to beat everyone? What’s the criteria?”

1-C ♡ Nerd Shit….
Hearing that there were cute new critters down on the beach, Angel was more than ready to head back out that way. After his last visit, it had been very entertaining and he hoped his second trip would be just as enjoyable. However, when he arrived, it dawned on him what the intent of this outing was… Wait wait wait… they wanted him to take notes? Was he getting paid for this? This seemed like a way to con people into giving up free labor. Man, he should have read the fine print. Though ’survey’ should have been enough to tip him off. But hey, if he read the fine print on contracts, he wouldn’t be in trouble back where he was from…..

Still… it was a day at the beach watching animals… Wasn’t going to let this sour his mood, much. But he was still going to pout about it. Finding a nice spot to sit, Angel pulled out his notebook to idly sketch crude doodles of the creatures he saw.

1-D ♡ Eals are Friends, Not Food
After a while, Angel grew tired of sitting around doin’ ‘nerd shit’ in his notebook and decided to take a walk further down the shoreline. It felt a bit odd with how few people there were. Last time he was there, the whole beach a buzz with excitement and there were swarms of bodies. Now it felt quiet and lonely…. Despite what you might think of him, it was a feeling he knew all too well.

However, a commotion down the shore broke the spider from his thoughts. Angel was still too far away to make out what was going on, but he could hear men's voices and the crash of waves. Nothing else of note was happening on the sands and this was the first bit of action he's seen so yeah, of course he went to go check it out. As he drew closer his sharp eyes could make out a group of men on a long boat struggling with lines as the water around them frothed and bubbled. What the Hell did they have?

As if on commanded, the electric eal's head breached the water's surface. Wh-what a cute face~.Sue him, he loved fish. The Blobfish was number one of course. It was just a glimpse but he could tell it was in pain. Those bastards. They had to be stopped. But how?

2 ♡ Make it Rain~ ♡ Interactive Dream

Bathed in a dim rosy hue cast by the sparsely placed wall lights, the dream cuts to the inside of what appears to be a nightclub to some… interesting patrons. Demons. They came in all shapes and sizes, Hellborn and sinner alike. It was quite obvious that this place was from a different world. The music was dark and primal and the deep base thrummed through your chest. It seemed to almost… pull on your deepest temptations. The main floor was packed to the gills with its deviant dependents who were primarily localized around the long center stage that divided the main room. Although there was some smaller demon performing, most of the clientele were preoccupied partaking in the amenities the establishment provided. Along the right wall was a bar, its shelves dotted with oddly colored elixirs. On the opposing wall was the entrance to the club itself, with a bright neon sign that flashed ”Club 666”. Through all the buzz, a distinctive radio static chuckle rises to the top. Sitting on his throne at the end of the center stage was the king pin himself… an oddly familiar deer dressed like a strawberry pimp… Something about this didn’t seem quite right. But there wasn’t much time to question it as the smaller demon left the stage. The star event was about to begin.

A hush fell over the main hall as the red blush of the overhead lights faded, casting the room into near darkness. The patrons who had been engrossed in their own business all singularly turned their attention to center stage. Even the Strawberry Pimp shifted upon his perch, leaning forward with anticipation. A pair of heels clicked in the dark as someone made their way on the stage. Taking their position in front of the long silver pole, the performer inhaled deeply. The deep thrum of the bass kicked back in and pink lights flashed in the shape of a web silhouetted Angel's form. Dressed in only the most meager scrap of hot pink fabric that barely preserved any sort of decency and his iconic thigh high boots, every inch of his vivid pink markings were on full display. The spider has arrived.

The house lights brighten, illuminating the spider as the beat of the music picks up. The intense lustful leering from the crowd burned into the demon, but all Angel could feel was the vibration of the bass throbbing in his ribcage. It was just him and the stage. Moving in time with the melody, Angel glided around the silver pole loving the breeze in his fur. Climbing up and down in a feat of strength and agility, it was quite hypnotizing. There was a beauty to his movements with those long legs and slender arms. Creating intricate shapes with his multiple limbs. It was truly captivating. No wonder he was so popular down here in Hell. The audience erupted in whistles and crude cat calls as the porn star spun himself silly around the pole. The Strawberry Pimp sneered, catching Angel’s eye.

Sliding seductively down the pole, Angel pranced down the steps onto the catwalk, returning the sly grin up at the deer. Making it half way down the stage, the starlet blew ~~not Alastor~~ the Overlord a kiss before falling to his knees, continuing to put on a show to please his boss as bits of green showered down around him.

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[Queue raised eyebrow. Devildom? Devildom? More like Devildumb. Seriously, the more he learns about this place, the more it sounds like easy bitch mode.]

Shadier shit? I think your 'shady shit' would still be the nice side of town.

[Oh, he had to laugh at that question. Clubs? Did they have clubs? Bitch, down in the inner ring yo could not throw a stone without hitting one. Their Lucifer sounded like a major bitch. Not that he's ever met Charlie's old man...]

Of fucking course we got clubs. I work as a dancer at the biggest one, Club 666. Yeah I know, the name is so original. I didn't name it. Blame my boss. [He rolled his eyes slightly.] Your Lu Lu Lite sounds like a stick in the mud. Ain't nothing like ours.

Thats cause our devildom is kinda the equivalent to what your friend Charlie's tryin' to do. [ He's heard a lot of stuff from Satan who heard a lot of stuff from Alastor... ]

Ya'll keep lookin' down on us cause we ain't smashin' skulls for fun an' what not, but it's cause our hellish prince is like your hellish princess. He just succeeded in' makin' a place in hell less [ He makes a vague hand gesture with his free hand. Apparently Angel wasn't going to get his hand back unless he pulled it away himself. Oh, but that nickname for Lucifer? That actually gets a laugh out of Mammon. Lu Lu lite? Lucifer would be so pissed off if he started calling him that, which honestly makes the thought of doing it all the more tempting.]

Oh hell yeah! That explains how you got them moves then. Me an' Asmo go out clubbin' all the time. I even worked at couple places part time yo.

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[~~Shhhh, Angel is stuck with his hand being held, okay? He doesn't like it at all. He ain't no vanilla bitch. He could pull away if he wanted to to. Mamms is just too strong?.... Shut the fuck up.~~]

Do ya even hear yourself, Mamms? [Angel cocks a brow at him.] Makin' Hell less Hellish? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of Hell? Some people don't deserve a second chance.

[Angel's grip on Mammon's hand tightened as his brows knitted together. Like Val. Fuck that prick. What if it wasn't even possible? Wouldn't that be just the sweet sweet kick in the teeth? Giving sinners false hope just to fall back into the flames. That... sounds about right.

Fuck.

Angel shook his head, his face returning back to normal.]

Life can be tough but you'd be taken away all the fun shit. [His shoulders shrug bit before his lips curled up into a grin.] OoOooh, so you're a striper too? You should give me a show later on~ I wanna see your moves.

That's why Diavolo has us around to take care of the ones that ain't deserve a second chance. He started this whole "student exchange" thing to get the three realms on better terms, but there's always gonna be those tryin' to mess it up right? Hell, I'm pretty sure we're only in the better area because we owe the prince. [ He gave them a home when they fell from heaven, and other... more personal things.

Mammon noticed the tone Angel's voice was taking, even if it was brief and without acknowledging it, he gives Angel's hand a little squeeze.

He laughs and shakes his head, tilting his head back a little.]

Not quite. We got those kinda clubs too, but the onesI always worked at were like the tamer versions. They always gotta theme, like the one I worked at last was bunny boys. An' you treat the guests to dances and alcohol an' entertainment but none of the 'extra perks' kinda deal.

[...]

....Guess then you'd be in charge of watchin' over me. [Angel tried to crack a smile, to make a joke, to cover up how shitty he felt. ~~Why did he deserved to be saved?~~ But the small squeeze of Mammon's hand kept him grounded.

Dammit, this was meant to be a flirty sexy night. He was far too sober for this shit. Eager to jump back on the topic clubs, the spider's face brightened.]

Oh? A bunny boy? That sounds... fun. You got the outfit to model for me~?

[Totally not going to bring up that his place was totally the place were 'extra perks' wasn't just normal but expected whether you wanted to or not.]

Nah, that uniform is somewhere in my closet back home.

[ And the things he came here with were completely useless, like his wallet with his precious credit card that's maxed out and his car keys with no car because it's back home. He could always use a couple baubles to get his car here, but that thing is his baby and he didn't want to risk it getting damaged because of any crazy dream magic. ]

I can tell ya though I was pretty popular.

[ Just to give Angel a little taste of his ridiculous acting, he lets go of his hand and takes a few quick steps ahead before turning around. Walking backwards he gives Angel a bow with a little bit of a pose. ]

Pyon~ How can I be of service to ya~ You want to dance~? Well you gotta beat me in a lil game for that. I'm sure you're hoppin' to try!

Well, shucks.

[He snapped his fingers with disappointment. That would have been something nice to see. Hm... maybe something to wish for later. But now the other had him intrigued. Popular huh? Okay big shot, show him what yo got.

When his hand was set free it went to rest on his hip as his second set crossed over his waist. Then... that train wreck happened before his eyes. All eight of them. The spider could not look away. How could he do that with a straight fucking face? Frankly, Angel was embarrassed for him as he doubled over with howling laughter. Fuck, he hadn't laughed this hard since Goldilocks told him of his name. It.. it was too good. Tears were stinging his eyes.]

No shit? Hahaha-HA! That worked for ya? [Trying his best to fight off the giggle fit, Angel stood back up to wipe the tears from his eyes.] Your patrons were all pre-teen girls, weren't they? If I didn't want to spoil you for dessert, I'd show ya how a real pro does it.

[Slowly strolling up, Angel made his way up to Mammon to stop mere feet away. Close but not too close. The kind of irritating distance that made you want to reach out and pull someone to you to close that gap.]

Maybe I'll treat you to later~

[ A little embarrassed by the laughing, Mammon didn't back down. Not even when Angel made his way over all close and personal. Mammon just poked at his floofy chest with a little grin of his own. ]

Laugh all ya want, but I made a helluva lot of cash on nights they needed me to fill in. People will pay for anythin' if the person's hot an' it strikes them at their core. Just like those people who get all gaga over Maid cafes an' their "Welcome home Master~! I missed you~!" [ His voice takes a girly tone to it as he plays the part.]

[If Mammon's pointed finger didn't poke at Angel's bare tits then it would have met with an odd... resistance. Something firm and stiff was concealed underneath that pink striped coat of his. Cracking a smirk, he reached up to gingerly take hold of his finger, guiding it safely away, though he kept the other demons hand in his.]

I have no doubts that ya did. Seen people spend money on the dumbest shit. You don't have to tell me that sex sells. Its my whole fucking profession. Its just... [Angel bends on the hips to get right up in Mammon's personal space.] ... there's a huge difference between amateur hour and the big leagues. When I'm on stage, it ain't nothing but a sea of green~ I can make any hell hardened sinner jizz their pants without even touchin' them.

[Not that he sees any of that money. It all goes to Val. Still gotta suck dick for rent to make ends meet. Or he did before he moved into the Hotel. One nice perk.]

[ Before Mammon could even question it, Angel took his hand away, which he had no objections to. Any question on his mind about what Angel could have been concealing was completely gone within seconds. ]

Ya know what? That's fair. I make a lotta demons blush, but I can't really say I've gone much further than that that I'm aware of anyway. I do the whole flirty shit. Dance til they're tossin their money, take it, an' then I'm out. Asmo's prolly more on your level.

[ He definitely didn't doubt Angel's ability to grab anyone's attention. He's gotten little snips here and there and... yeah he's the real deal that's for sure. ]

[Ha, Angel had his doubts. Pretty sure no one was on 'his level', until his brother was also a raging manwhore who also would jump on anything for the promise of a little green just to fill his quota. If he dies that, then yes, there were 'on the same level'. But he had a feeling if Mammon found out what he truly did for work, he would be put off. Despite his tough guy persona, Mamms was a softie. And by Lucifer's tant, he was going to get laid so help him. Angel was at the end of his rope.

Lacing his fingers with he hand caught, Angel give Mammon a false pout.]

Is that what you're doing with me? Stringing me along and as soon as you get what you want, you're gonna leave me holdin' the bag?

[He teases, but that's what happens to him on the regular. Not that it was anything new or bothered him. ~~Ha! Anymore. That's what the drugs are for!~~]

[ Mammon may not know the total extent to Angel's job back home, but he's pretty sure he's got the gist of it for the most part. And there was no judgement there. Mammon wasn't really the type of demon to judge others anyway.

When he felt their fingers lacing, he glanced back up at Angel and it was like an embarrassing critical hit. What... the hell. How can one spider demon be sexy and friggen adorable at the same time?? That little pout of his was really cute. ]

Pfff As if. You'd prolly punch me before you even had a chance of gettin' strung along. And I said I did that for my jobs, this ain't a job.

[Can you let a spider wallow in self hate for five minutes? Stop being so... accepting and shit. It was weird. You're ruining his whole vibe. If Mammon really knew the real him he would think twice. ~~Just let him have this thought, okay?~~

The spider's pout slipped into a soft smile. Heh, there was an idea. He wasn't on the clock either. So wait... Angel's eyes fluttered as a stray thought struck him. He wasn't on the clock. There was no clock. No Val, no debt, no deal... Nothing. So why was he doing this? O-oh shit... Was this a real date? I mean... he dressed up. Angel even got a little something for later...

No, no, no... Of course not. They both made their intentions clear at the start. This was all foreplay for sex. Thats it. This was about sex. Just sex. Sex. Fuck friends. Bang buddies. Pound partners. Cum companions. ~~Maybe if he just repeats that enough it will make him believe it.~~

Clearing his throat, Angel moves to stand back up, hands still knitted together.]

You're probably right. I know I may look sweet, but you don't want to fuck with me~ [He shot him a devilish grin.] How much further to this place anyways? I'm ravenous.

Don't you worry your pretty lil head, Angel. It's actually pretty nearby.

[ Mammon turns himself back around so he could tug Angel easier, even picking up his pace with his walking. Look, even if it was just getting food, he was stupidly excited and he knew he was stupidly excited. ]

In fact I think I see it— Wait. W-wait wait wait!

[ Mammon drags him even faster until they reach a spot of nothing but rubble and damage all around. ]

Wh-What the hell it was right here?!

[It was humorous to see that childlike excitement return to Mr. Greed's eyes over the thought of their next meal. He better be this excited about dessert of Angel's ego was going to be hurt. Lucifer knows that the spider was going to be. ~~Hell, he didn't know if he could hold out until they reached one of their places afterwards. Did he mention he was dangerously horny? Mammon's hips better be ready...~~

For now, Angel was content following Mamms' whims. Even when he picked up the pace, th porn star's long limps made it easy to keep up. Though hearing the tone change in his voice, Angel knew something was wrong. And yep... as they trotted down the path, the spider could see the ruined remains of what was once a building.

That damned weather.]

I take it this ain't apart of the aesthetics? [Angel moves to stand beside Mamms to look at the debris.] Damn, looks like a tornado tore through here...

[ ~~Sounds like Mammon's in for a long night if he actually plays his cards right~~ ]

Fuck you too dream universe!

[ Nevermind. The universe played its own trap card in attack mode.

Yep. That definitely was Mammon giving the sky the double birdie. He clicked his tongue and let out a frustrated growl as his head drops to look at all the trash and debris. ]

Well there goes that plan.

[ Mammon lets out another loud sound and starts to pick up the larger pieces of debris to at least get it out of the way. ]

[The food that they were seeking wasn't the only thing that was getting a little spicy. Watching Mammon flip off the sky brought a little spark of joy in his twisted heart. But there went their dinner plans. Does that mean their date was over? Should... should they just head back and fuck? I mean that's what they were doing all this for, right? But something in his gut told him it might put a damper on things if he brought it up.

Idly eying the debris field an idea struck him. Walking up to stand behind the other demon, the spider leans over to wrap his arms around his shoulder, a hand sliding down his chest.]

I like to see ya all fired up, Mamms. Lets not shit weather get in the way of our little outing~ If we can't go to dinner, who about we bring dinner to us? [A clawed hand swirled around on of Mammon's shirt buttons.] Its no hot ramen but I'm an excellent cook.

[He was fired up all right. He was ready to try and impress the pants of Angel! In both senses of the phrase. He was tired of being looked down on just because he didn't go stabbing and eating every single person he came across. Maybe getting dinner wasn't some huge epic declaration, but it was still something Angel wasn't expecting, so he was really looking forward to it!

Dammit. Why did the weather have to turn on him like this?! Why did it have to— oh. That was certainly Angel's body moving in close to him. Mammon seemed to pause in whatever he was doing, his head tilting back to awkwardly look back toward Angel. ]

That sounds— Wait you know how to cook??

[Jokes on you Mamms, he doesn't wear pants. Skirts is were it's at. Cute, simple, shows off the goods... Easy access~ But Angel will be forgiving of the other's demon's shock at this revelation. For now. Staring back at Mammon, Angel's eyes flatten slightly before he laughed it off, his tone airy.]

What can I say? I'm a man of many talents~ Did ya think that they stopped at suckin' dick? Which is one of my star abilities, don't get me wrong. [One of his hands that was so enthusiasticly gropping Mr. Greed's chest reached up to playfully poke at the meat of Mammon's cheek.] Didn't I tell you I'm Italian? My noona would be rollin' in her grave if she heard you.

[ ~~Man, you human!demons and your need to make your family happy with your cooking—~~

You know, Angel made it incredibly difficult to even focus on what he was trying to say when his many hands were poking and prodding and groping him in places. Mammon was determined not to crumble so easily though..!]

Pfft~ geeze Mr. Can do it all. Is there anything ya can't do??

[ Mammon gave him a teasing look right back. Shifting so he could turn completely around to face Angel, Mammon stands on his toes so he could quickly ruffle Angel's hair. ]

[Angel thought twice of making the 'I can't fuck myself' joke. Cause that would have been a bold faced lie. He fucks himself all the time. Fucks himself over, that is. The spider was is own worst enemy sometimes... But! A joke needed to be said. He couldn't let that dangle there. It would have been a mortal sin.]

I can think of a few things I can do on my lonesome~ [Leaving it open for the other demon to use his own imagination as he beamed.

Getting up on his toes, Mammon was successful on... petting(???) top of Angel's fluffy tuff of white hair, leaving the starlet to blink dumbly momentarily. Was he a kid sister or something? Surely he intended it to be cute... As his brain reboots, Angel's eyes fluttered, settling back into her normal persona.]

Do ya know the way to the market? Alastor normally does the shoppin' for the treehouse. [Which he helps himself to~] Seeing how he keeps getting produce tells me that it's not damaged by the freak storms.

[ That's not what he meant, Angel!! His cheeks heat up a little. It seemed like his face does this quite often when he hangs out with Angel for too long, but he'll ignore it for now. Clearing his throat, he gives a nod and tilts his head in a direction. ]

Oh yeah, I can take ya. Satan an' me are always grabbin' food from there.

[ That was the nicest and less embarrassing way Mammon could tell him that he's usually the one stuck carrying everything. ]

[The night was still young and already Mammon has red as a tomato. Oh boy, Angel couldn't wait to see his reaction to his special surprise he had planed for dessert. A chuckle rumbled in his throat as he stood up, linking one of his lower secondary arms with the shorter demon.]

Then lead the way babe. [Oh, Mamms was going to be carry all the bags, lets be clear.] What are ya feeling? My specialty is classic Italian foods if we can get the ingredients for 'em.

Honestly, I'm not really picky. Especially now that I ain't gotta worry about my food for now.

[ He paused for a moment, looking back up at Angel before he starts walking off toward the market, dragging Angel along with him. ]

See, my lil bro Beel, he's always hungry. And no one's food, hell no one's things are safe from him either. Like a buff demon vaccuum tryin' to fill his stomach. [ Mammon lets out a soft laugh. ]

[Angel tilted his head thoughtfully.]

Well if you're still in the mood for something spicy, I could see if they have that I need for Bucatini all Amatriciana. Its no ghost pepper but its got a pleasant kick to it. Just need red pepper flakes and come chilis.

[He continued to follow Mammon, arm-in-arm, casting a questioning look down at him.]

Beel? Let me guess. As in Beelzebub, demon of gluttony, am I right? [See he's learning!] Heard from Blondie you all are one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Man, your family gatherings must be awkward.

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