Maybe This Was A Mistake. Instinct Kept Demanding That It Was A Mistake, That It Had To Be A Mistake,

Maybe this was a mistake. Instinct kept demanding that it was a mistake, that it had to be a mistake, that going to talk to her tonight was only going to end badly for both of them--but that same instinct, Blitz knew, was born out of way too many years of just trying to survive, way too many years of always being at odds with the world, always fighting the world. But now? He didn't want to fight anymore. At least, not against anyone--and not against Vizzy. But damn if the imp wouldn't fight for her... which meant, terrifyingly, that he had to fight himself and his own damn impulses to run.

Dressed simply tonight, in comfortable jeans and a tight but torn white sleeveless top, Blitz didn't entirely blend in as well as he should have, but he still drew a few lingering glances and touches. He ignored all of them, focused on just weaving his way through the crowd to get to her--and trying, desperately fucking trying, to figure out out what the fuck he was going to say to her. Hey girl, you dying inside? Hey babe, what's up, I noticed you looked too long at the abyss and now it's caught you, what's up? Viz, sexy badass, totally still just a fling, I'm worried you're gonna disappear inside yourself one of these days and not going to be able to reach you, so what the fuck, we need to talk? Not really great conversation starters, any of them...

Especially considering that recently, it almost felt like she was suddenly putting the brakes on, suddenly pulling away from him. Which, fuck, Blitz could respect that, he could understand it, and he would respect it--if he didn't get the feeling that for Vizzy, right now, doing that was a form of self-harm. There was something in her eyes, some ache, some kind of loneliness, that if Blitz didn't at least try to reach out and offer a connection for, he was one shit-fuck of a boyfriend. Not to mention, he had seen that beautiful photo on her phone, a moment of love frozen in time and--and what? Held captive by pain? By ghosts and memories? The woman who had been with Viz in the photograph, a Sinner named Dhallia, wasn't around anymore. And not just not around as in not seeing Vizzy, but not around as in, Blitz had used I.M.P's resources to seek this woman out and there just wasn't any sign that she was still alive.

There was, unfortunately, every sign she was dead. And if she was dead, and something to do with that death was fucking Viz up and she was suffering alone? And that was why she was pulling away?

Blitz couldn't let her leap. Not alone.

If she jumped, he would jump with her.

That much was already a given.

He was hers until she told him not to be, and he was going to take that fucking seriously, for once in his life, and be the lover his person deserved.

So although his head was a mess by the time he made it to her, Blitz's heart was sure of this course, at least, and that was something. He walked up to her, gently cupped the back of her head with one muscular hand, and kissed her--slow, loving, but not long enough, not nearly long enough, at least not for him. But the kind of kisses Blitz wanted with her maybe weren't the kind she wanted right now, and he had to respect that.

"Hey, babe." Blitz straddled her lap, resting his wrists on her shoulders. "Working too hard? Or hardly working?"

I love you. Fuck. I'm not going to lose you to depression or trauma or whatever else is happening. If you choose to let me go, that's one thing, but I'm not gonna lose you to the darkness, Viz. Whatever it takes.

Blitz's eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness, but they were focused only on her. However many people might be in there dancing, drinking, and playing away the pain, Blitz saw only one person. Right now, there could be no one else.

(Angsty starter for @doublejango because I have literally ZERO impulse control. X_X -- It was a busy night down at Kingdom Cum, drinks flowing freely and gyrating bodies covering the dance floor and the performance stage alike. Cigarette smoke swirled through the air like church incense and the dark sensuality of the heavy pulsing beats filled the club with an especially vibrant energy that was felt by all. All but one. The club owner, herself, sat at a private booth with an ashtray and half a mai tai on the table in front of her as she watched the throng of partying patrons with a hollow gaze. Even as she sat there in her beloved establishment, surrounded by all the things she loved and had worked so hard to achieve, her mind was miles away--it had all started out so damned simple. Harmless fun, a companion she could turn to when she needed a physical release, be it rampant violence or a heated tussle in the sheets. It had been so uncomplicated and freeing ... until it wasn't. It had been a subtle, insidious little thing at first. Laughing at all his stupid jokes, texting and calling throughout the day about more than just partying and fucking ... and before long, he was occupying her thoughts all the damned time, from the moment she awoke until her head touched the pillow each night. It was all too familiar in the way that he made her feel warm and safe--a paradise that had already been poisoned once before by her own failures. Never again ... she could never risk getting that close again. And yet, as she tried to gently pull away, Visage found herself reeling with the realization of how hard and painful it was to re-establish that emotional distance between them. No matter how much she tried to withdraw, she still found herself instinctively reaching out for him, a yearning that made her chest ache. And the very thought of causing Blitz pain by pushing him away was an unthinkable agony that she couldn't even consider inflicting upon him. The line had become so damned blurred ... but she didn't have it in her to cut him off completely and return to the solitude. What the fuck, then, was she supposed to do...? Well, she was going to need to figure it out sooner rather than later, because unbeknownst to the morose Overlord, a familiar imp was already making his way through the crowd towards her table...

Do you have any Helloween plans? Parties? Maybe a costume? 🎃

From the mun: I do! Am going on two short trips leading up to it. One will be a day trip that starts with something whimsical and ends with something borderline brutal, one will probably be the most miserable overnight trip I've done in a long time because the location that time of year is just like ah yes you wanted Expert Mode, right? I'm stoked for both. Am also going to a private burlesque event, which is always a lot of fun. Then on Halloween itself I will probably be hidden somewhere in the dark, playing spooky music on a flute, hoping to inspire a nightmare or two xD

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For Blitz:

"You mean am I going back to Verosika's annual Fuck Blitzo party?" he asked. The words left a bitter taste in his mouth and he had to resist the urge to growl, clenching his fists. "Fuck that. I'm going to go get a shit ton of candy, a slingshot, and run around on Earth launching at at those little fuckers. Humans want their sweet crack? Snickers, or Starburst, or whatever? They gotta catch it."

He probably wasn't really going to go run around in the living world on Halloween and he knew it. So, after a moment, Blitz huffed, folded his arms, and leaned his head back with a quiet, warm little chuckle. "Nah. Fuck the living world. I'm going on a BDSM club crawl. Already signed up and everything. Sounds like it's gonna be a pretty fancy event this year, and I'm kinda looking forward to it.

"How 'bout you, Keenie? What are you up to?"

Quick reminder, because there may be a really emotional BDSM scene starting soon here (under read-mores, but still): my tag for explicit adult shenanigans is just NSFT. So if you're not already filtering that and would like to be, it would be good to add that to your filters now ❤

Although by that point the imp was so damn tired he wasn't sure he could stand, he managed to push to his feet. He swayed a little, but kept upright, looking up at Lucifer warily. In his experience, mercy was usually not a gift, it usually came with a worse punishment than one would have expected, just through a more circuitous route... And this was Lucifer he had challenged. Lucifer, who could imagine anything, create anything. Lucifer, who could create endless torments for anyone.

Blitz clenched his fists at his sides. Don't be afraid, he told himself. And don't look away. So, he kept his eyes on Lucifer's--not quite daring to hope yet, because if he hoped, if he let himself really hope that he might make it out of this alive and that Lucifer would do something to help the many species of Hellborn who suffered, then the pain would be too damn much to handle. Hope was the worst emotion, one Blitz had tried to give up a long time ago. It was too heavy to carry and it took such a damn toll on the heart, especially when a heart was already bruised or broken.

But whatever he does to me, it'll be worth it. And I'll take it like a man, Blitz promised himself, determined not to shame either himself or Lucifer by breaking now. He wouldn't beg. He wouldn't grovel. Lucifer had fought him like an equal--and now, it seemed to the imp, he wanted Blitz to stand like one. So, he did. Eyes defiant, chin raised, tail making tired but still defiant little whip motions, Blitz waited to hear his fate.

And all the while, in his heart, a litany repeated: Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Millie, Millie, Millie. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Vizzy. Stolas. Moxxie. Loona. Fizz. Millie, Millie, Millie. Vizzy. Stolas...

He stood over Blitzø wings raised high blood still dripping down , and sliding down his torso , this Imp this creature dared to fight him , dared to suggest he could take on An Archangel , a fallen Archangle , the Light of Hell itself .

And he learned , Lucifer made sure he learned his lesson learned that he was so unmatched compared to him, that he would think twice before daring to challenge him, and even now he was ready for death .

But Death would not come from the Devil today, no this Imp has proved his right to live had impressed the King.

But first—-

Lucifer sent his fire down , however it didn’t strike Blitzø but the gun, melting it to nothing in an instant without touching the Imp.

“Rise Blitzø … you won’t die today .. not by my hand “ he smiled at him.

Blitz was overjoyed when Moxxie full-on tackled him like that, diving fearlessly into the fray, and he clung right back. The playfighting was maybe a little silly, considering neither of them would ever actually try to hurt the other--the scratching and biting was all harmless, the rolling and tussling was just fun, and Blitz was always mindful of his horns. His tail went right around Moxxie in return, and he laughed and swore and panted as they became an impish tornado, rolling down the alley in a chaotic blur.

By the time they made it to the next sidewalk over, they ran into someone--or someone ran into them. The being was a Goetia, tall and stately, with iridescent green-blue feathers that hugged close to his body like scales... and black eyes. Deep, endless voids. When the two imps fetched up against him, he stopped walking and looked down at them in bemusement.

"Two prominent members of the local imp population, brawling in the dirt?" he mused, before offering each of them a hand up. "I suppose this particular city is well-named. I trust this is a friendly scuffle?"

Surprised, Blitz took the asshole's hand and stood, only reluctantly letting go of Moxxie. "Damn right. Anyone ever actually tries to hurt him, they gotta deal with me. The fuck do you want, Vepar?"

"Ah, you remember me!"

"Hard to forget."

Vepar smiled, then looked over at Moxxie. "I heard a rumor that it is your birthday," he said, because this thread could totally be time-shifted to take place on his birthday, right? Totally a thing. "May you have a very pleasant day, sir." He actually bowed to Moxxie, a graceful little move that looked sincere, despite very possibly being mockery.

Blitz narrowed his eyes, unable to tell which it was, unsure how to feel about this whole thing. But it wasn't his choice to make. Moxxie was a grown-ass man, smarter than Blitz was, and could decide for himself how he felt about this dude talking to him.

Moxxie sped after Blitzo, dodging the obstacle and keeping his eye on the other imp with some difficultly but once he tapped into his 'zoomie' mode there was no stopping him. He saw Blitzo disappear into his hiding spot and realized he had lost his vision of him but knew he would be able to find him if he stayed focus so he remained full-speed ahead, even zipping right between two bigger demons who jumped back in shock at the sight of the red blur that barely touched the ground.

When he reached the dumpster, his small hooves pattered across the cement as he searched the area for Blitzo. Blitzo shooting out from hiding to attack his ankles was almost fully expected, so Moxxie let out a playful bleat, pretending to be more surprised than he was. And he dropped to the ground so he could tangle into a play-fight with his friend, the way a cat would cling on to their playmate. His tail wrapped around Blitzo's waist to hold him into place and he returned the ankle chomp with a playful headbutt, locking his horns with Blitzo's. He wasn't the rough and tumble type so he didn't apply much force to the headbutt but it was enough to mimic the kind of playfighting cats do. He also had to be careful not to actually headbutt Blitzo, lest he give a goat-like sparing hit.

THIS MEANS YOU CAN WRITE ALASTOR NOW. THIS IS NOT OPEN TO NEGOTIATION. DO IT.

You do not want this, habibi. Trust me. If I played Alastor, he would probably be an actual monster, probably not very nice, not very fun. I don't even know what I would do with him but like... you know how there are Alastors who are actually sweet, and then there are the ones who will cut you up and talk to you all the way through the experience? Like oh, you feel that? That's your liver! I mean. Yeah. See? You don't want that hgsjkgdfj. Or, if you do, then maybe you need hugs more.