Quick Reminder, Because There May Be A Really Emotional BDSM Scene Starting Soon Here (under Read-mores,

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 ❤

"What in Hell would possess you to neuter yourself?"

Putting this one under a cut and adding a trigger warning for SA & trauma:

"My father sold me like, multiple fucking times when I was a child. And a teenager. And maybe you don't know about the whole birds and the bees thing, but let me tell you, when you're not a willing fucking participant and years later someone tells you oh yeah, remember that one time? Yeah I had a kid. What do you mean what happened to him, I dumped his ass in the Pit. Kind of inspires you to just never--

"I don't--

"I don't want to father any more children. Even the fucking thought of it..." Blitz frowned and shook his head, looking out the window for a long, long time before he finally looked back at Parak. "What happened to me wasn't a one and done thing where it just traumatizes you one fucking time and then you get to forget it. That shit? Never is. For any of us. But when there's a fucking kid involved? It hurts. Every time you think about it. It just... fuck. I don't--

"My kid is almost twenty-two. He's fourteen years younger than me. And every time I think about it, I remember all the shit I didn't want. The fucking hands. The smug look on my dad's fucking face when I'd come home." Blitz looked the same as ever--tense and relaxed at once, angry and careless--but his hands were in tight fists where he had them tucked in against his chest, and his breathing was a little shallower, tighter. Controlled--too controlled. Controlled, because if he didn't keep himself together, he'd fall the fuck apart whenever this shit came up, and Blitz was tired of that. He was so tired of a monster from the past still being able to affect him now. It was bullshit. It always had been and it always would be--

But it being bullshit didn't erase the scars or ease the worst part of it all, the part he could never bring himself to vocalize to anyone: the shame. The deep, choking sense of shame, as if it was somehow his fault, as if it always had been. Logic couldn't ease that shame away. Knowing it wasn't his fault couldn't make it feel any less embarrassing, any less humiliating. So, his face burned, his stomach felt tight, and his heart felt like it was stuttering, but he just kept his gaze fixed out the window.

[context for curious readers who didn't pick it up in his headcanon posts, but Blitz had a vasectomy a long, long time ago, and has no plans to ever reverse it. it's not something he is open to negotiating on, and i as a roleplayer will not be playing any "accidents" happening. Blitz still uses condoms, every time.]

Also that lil goat was the most precious, pure, angelic being in all of creation and I am SO PROUD OF THEM.

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.

Dancing in the rain ❤️

I want Ghostfuckers to come out just for the chance to see Blitz in this fit, serving so much rizz that it should be illegal.

That's it, that's the post.