songerein | [OPEN] 2nd Dose ♡ Catch All for August

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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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Still sounds similar to the all mighty one up stairs. Blah Blah blah I made you. Blah Blah Blah why don't you act how I want you to act. Blah Blah Blah, why can't you be more like Luci and Michael.

[ Mammon sounded a lot less bitter than Angel did, but he's had thousands of years to deal ~~and repress~~. He snorts softly, continuing on his path to the town with Angel. When Angel speaks up again, Mammon tilts his head upward again. A curious little look in his eyes, another little snort slipping out. ]

Am I supposed to be weirded out by it or somethin'?

God and all the fucking angels can choke on my dick. I ain't your puppet.

[It was a miracle that Angel's eyes were still in his skull by how much he was rolling them. Again, he shrugged his shoulders, smirking down at Mamms.]

I don't know. Some people are bothered by my profession. With you being a 4,000 year old virgin I thought maybe you might be a little intimidated that you couldn't satisfy me. [He chuckled, reaching down to lightly pinch at his cheek.] Don't worry, I'll be gentle~

[ A. LOUD. HUFF. ]

I already told ya I ain't a virgin!

[ He wasn't really mad though. He was mostly pouting from Angel's teasing. ]

We got succubus' an' Incubus' down in our hell too, ya know.

[That reaction never got old. He couldn't help giving the guy a bit of grief. It was just too easy. Still he sneered, leaning over slightly to get on his level.]

Oh yeah? You sayin' your body count is bigger than mine? Bet you can count the number of sexual partners on one hand.

I ain't sayin' I can match you in bodies. You'd be better off talkin' to Asmo if you wanted that kinda competition. I'm just sayin' my number aint Zero.

[ He does a little spin so he was walking backwards again. All for the sole purpose of staring up at Angel and poking his chest a few times. ]

I'm beginnin' to think you must attract a lotta demons that wanna be bullied if this is how you treat 'em.

[ He's not really angry. He's just embarrassed for the most part, with how much of a fight Angel keeps giving him, he's almost self conscious now about if Angel will even mildly enjoy himself. ]

[Oh, there was the face again. Maybe Angel was teasing him too hard. But god dammit, it was too much fun. Mammon seemed like the type who wanted to be woed, or whatever. ~~And every time the other probed at his chest, he kept hitting something solid.~~

Smiling sweetly, the porn star bends over his rest his arms around Mammon's shoulders, their noses almost touching.]

Aww~ Am I teasing ya too hard? Sorry babe. I love pushing your buttons. [Maybe he was hoping to stir up that... frustrated reaction he got on the beach?] I can be what ever you want. I can play sweet~

[Not caring that they were literally just standing in the middle of road, Angel plants a tender kiss on his lips. It failed to have the same fiery passion of their last interaction. It was... dialed back for sure.]

[ What... was he hitting. Either way the poking completely stopped when Angel leaned in so close. He couldn't even huff out a reply because Angel quickly kissed him causing him to pretty much melt right there on the spot. Shit... he didn't realize Angel could be soft like this too. It completely caught him off guard which flustered him even more, even if it was just an act.

After a moment or two of kissing him, he pulled away, stumbling backward with an even redder face than before. Words sputtering out of his mouth. ]

H-hey! Who said you could be cute?? That's completely cheating ya know! Geeze!

[ Snatching up Angel's hand again, he quickly started walking down the path again, pulling him along. ]

What the fuck...How can a twenty foot tall spider be so cute....

[This is why you shouldn't mess with a professional ~~prostitute.~~ The night was going to be a king one for Mammon if he kept getting flustered over the most simplistic of flirtatious moves. Angel had a lot more where that came from. And the cute comment was not helping deflated the porn star's ego.

Again he let's himself be dragged along by the smaller demon, grinning like a cat who caught a mouse.]

Eight foot, darling~ [He corrected as the market finally came into view. This was the first time for him being there... Alastor was the homely one of the two which the spider just leeched off from.] Yo Mamms... I got a question. I don't understand how this whole 'trading' shit for shit works. I got nothing to offer and every time I offer what I can provide... [Blow jobs.] I get turned away. How are we supposed to get things if we don't got money?

[ Mammon seriously needed to do something to make himself less easy to fluster. If he was going to combust every time Angel changed up his flirt game, he was literally just going to be a flustered mess for all times and honestly who would find that attractive???

He tilted his head back for a moment just so Angel knew he was listening before leading him toward more of the food stands.]

Ya just gotta figure out what kinda things excite them. Like the coffee fairies? You find something pretty and shiny and they'll give ya anything you want. The young merchants? I've gotten away with givin' em a couple flowers and a smile just to get a bag of apples. It's really easy. Hell, you could grab some shiny rocks and a lotta these merchants will take 'em cause they shine.

[Angel cocked a brow. Really? Thats all he had to do? Pick up trash and give it to people? How the fuck does that work? Oh yes, I would like a scrap of shiny metal please. Take the goods I worked so hard on making. What a bunch of dimwits. Sorry hun, the porn star wouldn't pull tricks for trinkets. You gotta have money honey.

But this gave him an idea... Squeezing Mammon's hand, Angel peers down with a wicked gleam in his eyes.]

Oh woOow~ I didn't know you were such a player, Mamms. How about he play a little game? If you can charm more ingredients from these sorry saps than me, I'll let you have one free pass for a special request you want me to do~

[ oh. oh. Is this how Angel wanted to play? That wicked gleam in his eyes was met with an equally mischievous one of Mammon's. ]

And I'll get you ask you to do anything no matter how ridiculous it is?

[Angel could not get enough of that overly confident look Mamms gets when he's excited. It was going to be more fun when he makes him eat it.]

You heard me. Anything. What kinky shit do you have planned? Hm?

[ Even in times he shouldn't be confident, if he gets any burst of an ego, Angel will be seeing that face of his. Playful little grin, sparkling eyes. Though this time, he really does feel pretty damn confident. ]

And I guess we ain't even gotta discuss what you'll get since we both know Imma win~

[So that's how you wanna play. Okay hoe, lets go.]

Alright bitch, you're on. This is what I need.

[Angel flashed his golden fang as he reached into his titty fluff to pull out a notepad and a pen. Don't ask how or why that was in there. Just except it. Scribbling down a list of ingredients he rips off the top page and hands it to Mammon.]

Who ever gets the most on this list in the winner. We'll spilt up and meet back here in an hour. Got it?

~~~~~Skippy Skip?~~~~~

[FUUUUUUUUUUCK. The past hour was a total crap shoot. After all the trash talk, the porn star had very little to show for his efforts. The fuck was wrong with these people? Back in Hell this bet would have been in the bag. What Angel did not count on was that most of the vendors here today were ran by ladies. His usual 'I can suck your dick' line was not going to fly. This shitty place was out to get him.

Determined not to show up empty handed, the spider did acquire a few things on his shopping list... using the trusty ole five finger discount. Or rather four in his case. Now, he wasn't the praying type, but he pleaded to the powers that be that Mammon had a shit show of it to as he waited at the start of the shopping district.]

[ Heh. Heh. Heh. It looked like Angel's prayers remained unheard because Mammon had a hell of a lot easier of a time getting things. He may not seem like it with how disastrous he was most of the time, but he had a way of charming others. Not magical charms mind you, but his own personality. With the venders being mostly women, it was really easy to get on their good sides, throw some compliments, tell the older women they looked like they couldn't be a day over 20. He had all sorts of tricks on his sleeves.

And because of this, by the time he made it back to their agreed upon spot, Mammon had a big box of almost everything on the list. The only thing he was missing were some of the spices. ]

Yooohoo~ Angel~

[Oh shit. Glancing up hearing that sing-songy tone, the porn star knew he was fucked. ~~And not the fun kind~~. That was a voice of pride. Sure enough, his worst fears was confirmed seeing the box in Mammon arms. Fuck him sideways... he was not going to hear the end of this, he knew it.

As the other demon approached, Angel cocked out a hip to rest a hand.]

Well don't cha look smug?

Sounds like someone is just bein' a sore loser~ Thought you said you could charm the pants off anyone, An~gel~

[ Yeah, he was absolutely smug and he will never let him hear the end of this. ]

[Oh yeah... this was going to be a long night. The spider just let's out a snort, rolling his eyes.]

Bitch please, never doubt the abilities of a professional. I charmed the pants of you, so what does it say when I charmed the charmer? Women ain't my target audience.

[ That actually gets a little laugh out of Mammon as he finally reaches Angel with this big box of ingredients. ]

Guess that actually makes you a nicer guy than you let on~ Scummy guys would flirt even if they had no interest in 'em.

[Excuse me? Him? Nice? You better take those words back. He ain't 'nice'. Angel's brows knitted together, shoving his ingredients into Mammon's box as soon he was close enough. Congrats. You win carrying all this shit back.]

Being 'nice' ain't got nothing to do with it. [Another ~~sore loser~~ huff.] Are you admitting you're one of those guys who flirt with anyone? Or are ya going to bang all these ladies?

[ . . . ]

Okay. I guess when I word it that way it does kinda paint me as a scummy person. But I made 'em happy so that should give me some kinda brownie points!

[ Mammon doesn't even seem to mind to be carrying the box. Honestly it's because he's usually forced to carry Asmo's shopping bags back home anyway. ]

Whatever you got to ell yourself to sleep well at night, babe.

[Ah yes, love turning Mammon's own words against him. Made him feel a but better for losing their little bet. Today was just a bad luck day. Angel sighs, running a hand through his bangs.]

But a deal is a deal. What did ya have in mind for your little request? Is it safe to say in public or we gotta wait till later?

Imma let you in on a lil secret.

[ Mammon gestures for Angel to bed down to his height so he could whisper in his ear. ]

I didn't have jack shit planned. I just wanted to see you sweat.

[Angel lend down eager to hear what Mr. Greedy pants had in store. After all the trash talk, it had to be-.... That little shit. Nothing? Okay, not going to lie, while it annoyed him a a bit... but being dicked around like that was sorta a turn on. The corners of Angel's lips twitched into a sneer.]

You devious bastard... I'm going to remember this for later. [Oh, this was going to bite Mamm in the ass later... just gotta think of the perfect time... Standing back up to his full height, Angel crossed his arms.] So, we going to your place?

Hehehe~

[ He didn't really look like Angel's threat really got to him. Was he just not afraid of whatever Angel might have planned or was he actually looking forward to it. It was hard to tell because that dumb grin on his never left his face, not until Angel asked his question anyway. With a thoughtful frown, he shook his head a little. ]

Satan just came back from bein' in a ridiculously long ass sleep coma. I'll wait a bit before traumatizin' him. Lets go back to your place.

[ Was that even an option? Well it was now. ]

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