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[goetianavian]

strikers-saloon​:

Striker had been working on the expansion of the saloon for most of the week, each day stretching long hours so when he first saw the Goetia coming in the door he didn’t realize who it was, not that there were many owl type demons in Hell, but he did manage to get a double take off before they then lay slumped on themselves at the bar.

Exhaustion seemingly lifted as his mind was filled with a sudden rush of thoughts and recollections of Stolas, but non violent or needing of tending as he had long since dropped the contract. For all that they knew, Striker was just the one imp that tied with their Blitzo a while back in the pain-games.

“Sounds like someone’s had a rough time of it.” he’d speak as he began his fairly easy mixing of a Sazerac, a few steps that for him were childsplay with his talented hands, and quickly enough a couple of drinks were placed on coasters before them. “Seems like ya ain’t in the best of spirits there buddy, what got the royalty in a dump today?”

The sight of a somewhat defeated Goetia was such a polar opposite to the one at the harvest festival that he pondered if they really were the same one.

          Deep down, Stolas detested that his blood ran blue in terms of the hierarchy of hell. He never liked how his family members treated imps-- or really any demon ‘below them’ as expendable. A deep part of him, too, hated that he commonly didn’t recognize the faces of his wait-staff. There were just too many, and the turnover rate was rather high due to... Well, Stella literally throwing one or two.

            “Oh, you don’t know the half of it...” So recognizing one was a rare occurrence. A flicker of surprise intermingling within that spark of recognition, as he finally focused on the face of the imp in front of him. Having been entertained by the quick hand-work-- it’d only been when Striker had addressed him directly that red eyes gained a brief white-highlight. That same chipper-owl from Striker’s memory making a brief reappearance. “Wait-- I know you! In the Wrath ring-- Your that one imp that tied with... Biltz...” There was a brief happiness upon the recollection, but it dampened and soured just as quickly. Voice tapering off, as the white faded back to a dull red-glow. “Apologizes -- just... a series of unfortunate-- events, I guess you could say-- piled upon one another. all at once.” Finding out his relationship was a lie, his argument with Stella... They were just the result of two time-bombs blowing apart at the same time. At the prospect of explaining any of it, Stolas went ahead and downed one of the two drinks in one go. Though he did take a second to appreciate the flavors of it, before continuing on. 

            “... The nobility is not all it’s cracked up to be, that is for certain. Many times, I wish my life didn’t have any part in it. That I could just turn a blind eye, and defect from it. Yet that... Well, suppose that’s why I stayed with her this long... Hell forbid I try to give that girl a semblance of a normal upbringing.” He’d started to sip on the second drink, as all 4 eyes rolled in unison. “Whatever you may do, don’t choose to have a child with a woman who finds it perfectly acceptable to throw wait-staff. Or one that has phone conversations with her hit-man during dinner.” A long swig was taken after that one.

[goetianavian]

🖤’d starter || w/ @strikers-saloon​ 

          He’d had a bad night. Scratch that-- a bad week.

            It was rare that Stolas went to bars. However with both Stella and Octavia at home, (more so Octavia than Stella) Stolas wasn’t about to drink there. Lately he’d put Octavia through enough as it was. Last thing she needed was to run into her drunk dad mumbling incoherencies in the midst of his depressive state. 

            He probably should have taken a servant imp with him. Probably. Though, seeing as most weapons couldn’t put a dent in him, and he didn’t actually need a body guard-- such a thing wasn’t really on his radar tonight. Perhaps it was fate that he strolled into the same bar of the one who tried to assassinate him not long ago? 

         “... Whatever your strongest drink is, I’ll take two.” Said the hollowed voice of the owl, as he hopped up onto a bar stool. Proceeding to slump into himself, as he folded his arms upon the bar top. 

[goetianavian]

Also might as well throw up a startercall cause all my thread be mONTHS old at this point-- 

[goetianavian]

Whipped || Open

          Had he had too much to drink? Yes. Was it warranted? Absolutely.

            It was rare that someone like him went to a bar. However with Octavia home, and Stella brooding (because of their argument) there was no way he was getting wasted in the house. Because that was his goal. To get wasted. To forget everything for a little while. Because all he was doing in his house, was digging himself into a deeper depressive hole. 

          “Another, please.” Bourbon wasn’t really something he’d had before, but he did like how high the alcohol content was. Liked how it seemed to warm him up, to the tips of his claws all the way to his tail. He was far past where a normal bartender would cut someone off, but being who he was-- said bartender was not going to get in the way of him and another drink. Plus, from the mumblings this guy had been droning on about... Seemed like he needed it. Plus, he’d somehow remained courteous, despite the amount of fun-juice in his blood. 

[goetianavian]

Contemplations || Open

          All this time, it had only been him. 

          Stolas had been the only one who sought his own happiness. He’d been the only one who believed in this star-crossed romance. The only one who actually cared beyond the ties of blood about his daughter. Is that why, despite everything-- this loneliness had never ceased? Did his heart know all along, what he’d been blind to, behind those rose-colored glasses? 

          “At what point... did I become such a fool?” He was still on that balcony. Still playing back the events of the last few hours. They repeated and grated his brain like some sick torture device. Self deprecation had been strong within the last day or so, and those thoughts only amplified the longer he was out here. Perhaps it was telling, that his fight with Stella wasn’t the stab-wound to the heart right now? Instead, it was only a thorn in his side that likewise festered along with everything else. Those words had been ones he’d been dying to say, after all. Just needed the little push it took to finally squawk them out. “... yet, I can’t bring myself to hate her.” It was a whispered admittance, as his hand raked through the feathers on his head. 

          “She’s been just as unhappy as I’ve been with all this... So then, why was all of this a surprise...? Sure, I’m a cheater. I get that part of the outrage. Even still...” This was arranged. Neither of them had been happy. She’d already been massively embarrassed by him, so how had all this been any different? “... Was it really so bad... that I just wanted a bit of happiness? Even if it was all a lie in the end...?” 

[goetianavian]

SO shit went down in my life, but I just watched the new ep sooooooo this muse won’t leave me alone so gunna write some starters.

[goetianavian]

helluvaxhazbin​:

Though loona was wary to ever admit it she loved her father and often worried about him. He always seemed fine at the end of the day. Always being able to pick himself back up after the world had shit on him. But this time seemed different. He seemed more broken than usual and from what she heard from stolas he was in even worse shape than before. 

It brought her some comfort to know he had some support with stolas. Her opinion of him was mixed. She never really trusted him with her dad’s heart. Not only was he a royal but with how he treated him before she was sure he would only cast him aside once he wasn’t having his fun with him. 

But it appeared she was proven wrong. Blitz was in this weak vulnerable state and stolas was offering him not only his support and companionship but also a safe place to rest his head at night. The mansion offered a lot more safety than their shitty little apartment ever did. If he was willing to do all this for the both of them she was willing to trust him for now. She’d just have to see if things lasted this way. 

Seemed like he was really serious about this. She was confused about what exactly he was doing with all this magic shit but soon it was explained and it became clear to her. A magical pact. Which seemed actually binding. She kind of doubted that it was all for show. He actually seemed rather serious about all of this. “Okay.” She responded with unease in her tone. Reaching up to grasp the man’s hand. “I am choosing to trust you. I mean if you’re willing to do all this for my dad I think you’re trustworthy.”

She cleared her throat a bit from some nervousness she was feeling. After all her kind had never made it a habit to trust the rich and elite. But to be fair stolas was different from most in his standing. He seemed to actually care. “Take care of my dad and thank you for letting us stay here.” She wasn’t going to complain about being able to stay in such a lavish place. 

The only reason she was able to have her own room beforehand was because her dad gave up the one bedroom in their apartment while he simply slept on their couch. Which wasn’t in the best condition to begin with. She had to presume that he was dealing with some major back problems. 

She doubted it would take much time to pick her room. She was never picky and with how luxurious his home seemed to be it seemed like it would be an easy feat. Before making her leave she turned back to him. “Make sure you take care of my dad like you promised. He’s always taking care of me and his employees. He could use someone taking care of him for a change.” 

Blitz was wracked with nerves the more he waited for stolas to come back. So much so that he had to distract himself. As he was wrapped in his own blanket cocoon he was flipping through the many tv channels. Which the prince had hundreds of. None of which were interesting him at the moment so he decided he would switch to voxflix. 

When the prince walked in he was just in the middle of watching this cheesy romantic comedy. A type of movie the imp was rather fond of. Not that he often let anyone know that. “Oh hey.” He greeted his tail lashing a bit nervously. “Did it go okay? Is my loonie alright? She isn’t mad right? She’s kind of easy to piss off.”

           When the hell-hound’s hand made full contact in the avian’s, red ribbons materialized around them-- albeit many more were wrapped around Stolas’s arm. Only one being wrapped once around the the girl’s wrist, and it was loose. Meanwhile, the fabric was wrapped securely around the avian’s lower arm. The weight and restrictions were on him. If Stolas had pulled any well-worded-tricks-- it’d be displayed here. The fabric soon seemed to fade into feathers and fur-- leaving nothing behind in it’s wake. Well, nothing that the hellhound would feel. For Stolas-- there was now a leash added to him. One that bound him to both her, and the little imp still within his room. It would prove useful, if the owl was ever separated from them both. The leash was pulled by the one who held it, and right now that wasn’t Stolas.

            “... I shall take care of him, I promise.” It was... more relieving than he anticipated-- hearing that Loona trusted him. That sentiment bringing about a soft smile that came from the heart. This whole ordeal had been stressful to say the least, and it was a moment of reprieve from it. “Get some rest for now, dear. Simply let anyone here know if you need anything.” Before leaving the hound to her own devices, he instructed several servants to help her get settled in-- give her whatever she asked for, make sure a good dinner is prepared and served to her, etc. While he was at it, he also made arrangements for tomorrow-- so that the father-daughter duo’s things would be taken care of before they even woke up. That, and it insured that Stolas could spend quite a lot of uninterrupted quality time with Blitzø. Which... considering the imp’s emotional state-- Stolas thought it best to not leave him alone for too long for awhile.

          A knock had announced his arrival back to the room, before the avian stepped food inside. Expression softening as he noticed the little anxious tail-lashing. Taking off his cloak and hat, he hung it by the door as he spoke. Words gentle. Wanting to quell those nervous thoughts just as quick as he could.

         “She is worried, I won’t lie-- but she certainly isn’t angry with you, my dear.” Strolling over to the bed, he took a seat on it’s edge-- before scooting more onto it to be closer to the little demon. “She loves you, and just wants to see you happy-- as do I.” A small pause-- and then a slightly self-conscious chuckle. “I... probably frightened her and your coworkers with how serious I am taking all of this... Although the circumstances certainly require it.” He did feel a bit guilty, but the situation really was that dire. 

        “The point is-- she understands. Understands that your emotions are fried, and you need some time to explain it all to her. Plus, it appears I’ve also earned her trust in all this. Though, that is likely due in part to this.” It wasn’t like Stolas was about to hide the fact he made a pact with Blitzø‘s daughter. So, he raised one of his arms-- just as the red-ribbon-wrappings faintly glowed under his feathers. “... The pact was simple. Make sure you and her are both safe, and that you have my allegiance unconditionally.” It was something Blitzø knew, but Loona had zero proof of-- Well, until the deal that is. Although even though that was the case...

         “... I want to extend the same offer to you, Blitz. A high demon’s words are binding, and you’d simply be able to call my name and I’d know where you are-- if you want me there, that is.” It wasn’t like if Blitzø said his name in conversation, it’d be an automatic summoning. “... Plus it-- if you have any doubts about any of this... I want to get rid of them best I can. You don’t have to make a decision about it now-- the offer will still stand be it a week from now, a month, a year-- I’m not putting time restriction on it.” Which was vastly unwise, but feelings were never wise. “You and your daughter being safe and happy-- that’s all that matters to me.” 

[goetianavian]

          Who needs lights when you essentially got red LEDs for eyes-- 

[goetianavian]

Sometime I should like.... draw Angel-Stolas--

[tsunhimepls]

send a symbol to give my muse...

○: a hug ●: a kiss (feel free to specify where) □: a flower crown ■: a nudge in the side ♤: an uncomfortably long stare ♡: a hair ruffling ♢: a push from behind ♧: a backhand slap ☆: a fronthand slap ¤: a book to read 》: a pat on the back ¡: an apology ¿: a gift

[super-musings-and-memes]

color-coded starter call!

[heartdefeats-blog]

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[yourmusings]

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

“You come here often?”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“So.. You expecting someone?”

“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”

“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you single? Just asking.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”

“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“Do I have any chances with you?”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Can I get your phone number?”

“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”

“I can do whatever you want, babe.”

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”

“You should be a model.”

“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”

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arachn0philia​:

Boisterous displays of violence were hardly out of the ordinary in Pride– and Angel had just assumed it was like that across the rest of Hell.  Seemed that wasn’t exactly the case.

“–Dumbass move on his part, but I think I can get why he went that route.  Shit’s a dog-eat-dog world.  If you’re gonna do somethin’ crazy, y’ might as well make a big fuss ‘bout it.  Draw attention, prove yourself.”

If there were no Overlords, who had the ability to keep sinners in check (granted, entirely for their own benefit)?  Pride would likely fall into complete chaos.  Most sinners were down there solely because they couldn’t play by the rules.  Why would that change once they dropped down to Hell?

“A’ course, he up and shot himself in the foot big time wit’ pickin’ you as a target, but if he succeeded?  There’s his ticket ta’ earnin’ some quick respect up here.  Shit, he probably didn’t even have any issues wit’ you personally.  You’re jus’ a big-wig.  A big-ass steppin’ stone in that moron’s eyes.”

           Because of the life he’d had, it was oftentimes hard to place himself in other’s metaphorical shoes. Stolas had come from a much older time, and it had taken time to de-program himself from heaven’s ideals. He still struggled when trying to put himself in sinner’s shoes, and that was showing itself here. Especially with how the bird perked up upon the revelation that the assassination had been done that way on purpose. A hearty chuckle following soon after, just imagining Stolas himself being seen as a mere ‘stepping stone’. Than again, general knowledge of the Geotia was less common in this ring, wasn’t it?

          “The picture is becoming much clearer now-- certainly, if he managed to bring me down, it’d be quite the accomplishment! Too bad his thinking only went that far.” Voice still interwoven with a laugh, his eyes glows all the brighter for a brief moment. “I’m not one to fluff my own feathers-- but only thing that can take down a fallen, is holy weaponry. Even then, it’ll take a lot more than a signal shot.” More amusement wove itself into his voice, as a realization hit him. “If they were able to kill me somehow... He’d then have to face the Morning Star himself. After all, he’d be hard-pressed to find another astrologer to guard the tome.” No matter what way you looked at it-- picking Stolas as a target was a bad idea.

          “Speaking of other rings... Since you are bound to this one-- were there any you’d like to see? The sky in the Ring of Wrath is quite something.” With a talon’ed hand upheld, a mist resembling the night sky began to congregate within his palm. It thickened, and quickly spread to form a small portal. It showed the red, pink, and orange horizon-- accompanied by active volcanos topped with their own miniature suns. Farms dotted the landscape not covered in molten rock. Armored beasts inhabiting the pastures. “Quite something, isn’t it? I come there every year, to display the actual Harvest Moon.”

[goetianavian]

arachn0philia​: 

A half shrug of Angel’s shoulders– Stolas venting at him didn’t bother him, about as much as the destination of Stolas’ assassination attempt didn’t seem to faze him.

“–Y’ tellin’ me it ain’t like this in tha’ otha’ rings?”  Seeing as his whole existence was in Pride, quite literally unable to leave the ring– the going-ons of the rest of Hell was rarely a topic that Angel found himself pondering over.  He had enough on his plate without mulling over places that would likely never really pertain to him.

But, this wasn’t just him mulling it over solo– Stolas could traverse rings, and it piqued Angel’s curiosity.

          For someone who had no barriers-- even able to transverse the world of the living-- it was easy to forget sometimes. Forget that many within hell, were only limited to the first layer. Truth be told, Stolas did internally question why mortal souls were only limited to this domain... What made the Pride ring any different?

          “Well, partially.” The owl was perfectly alright with satisfying that curiosity. “It’s a bit less... intense, than here in the Pride ring. Some rings more so than others. Each are dedicated to different things, and some are overseen by members of the Geotia. The Wrath ring-- while violent-- is only that way because they have to be. Almost all our agriculture stems from there, and the wildlife in hell is... rugged.” A brief laugh wove itself between his words, recalling all the times he’d been there for the harvest moon festival. “Quite a lot of Imps stem from there. I’ve always thought it fairly fun there, since the assassination attempts are always subtle and creative. Worst I’ve encountered was a holy weapon, although even then-- the assailant didn’t even get to fire it! This last one at the academy made quite a spectacle out of it, and they weren’t even a good shot!”

          “If your going to interrupt a speech, at least make sure you hit the right target!” Stolas had been more upset about the tact of the attempt, than the actual assassination itself. His words were accompanied by a bubbly laugh, though it faded soon after. “Their heart wasn’t in it. Those in the Wrath ring are taught to kill quite early. It’s more a part of life, rather than a result of an unfortunate one.” It was the difference between it being a culture, and it being a soul’s sentence. 

[goetianavian]

Con’t --> (X) || wl @arachn0philia​​

          “... No, no-- I wasn’t. Lived here far too long to expect anything different.” Talons raised to thumb the arch between his eyes. The royal already feeling a headache coming on the horizon. Despite his words, the annoyance in his tone conveyed something akin to sarcasm as he spoke. “Suppose theirs still a shred of me that hopes for it...” A heavy breath was dragged in, taking with it some of the tension in his shoulders. “--but really? Trying to assassinate me in front of school-age-imps? The aggression in this ring is only contended by the wrath ring-- and their a bunch of farmers!” 

          “... Apologies-- for the rambling-- as you can see, my patience was tested today.” 

[goetianavian]

arachn0philia​:

The Goetian quickly moved out of sight, presumably into the club, leaving Angel in the alleyway, just him and his thoughts.  He bit his lower lip.  That… Could have gone worse.  A lot worse.  But, it was hardly the time nor place to dwell on what could have been.  He was still feeling like shit, both emotionally and physically.  Peak form for the night had long passed, and Angel wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bed, sipping on a strongly mixed nightcap until he passed out.

Though, he had a sneaking suspicion that his desires would become nothing more than a pipedream.

Angel gave himself a few moments more, a few more breaths to collect himself, before he pushed on the door, slipping back inside the dimly lit backrooms.  Into his dressing room he went, marked with a heart-shaped plaque, where he began the process of scrubbing off his makeup.  No matter what sort of answer Valentino would give to the Goetian, Angel would refuse to step on stage again that night.  With the state he was in?  Valentino would have to be a complete moron to try and force him.  A moron Valentino was not.

          The ‘discussion’ with the infamous Valentino had gone quite well that night. This certainly wasn’t the first time Stolas had dipped his claws into someone else’s woes, and he doubted it be the last. He wasn’t a charity, though-- and usually other’s problems were resolved fairly quickly. Be it money, be it a well placed threat-- whatever have you. The owl didn’t drag things out. However, after he’d gotten home that night-- and looked up that specific dancer out of curiosity... 

          Ahhh. So that had been why Valentino had been so reluctant to allow the boy a break. That spider was akin to a cash-cow for the overlord, wasn’t he? ... Even though Stolas had made it a habit not to meddle too much in other’s affairs, the Geotian’s mind kept thinking back to the state the dancer had been in...

            So, the royal made a few phone calls. 

          When Stolas had spoken to Valentino, he’d not only managed to get angel the rest of the night off-- but the following 3 days as well. On that forth day, knowing that the likelihood of Valentino taking out his aggression towards Stolas on the dancer was high, the royal had left the spider a little gift in front of his door. 

          An Imp was tasked with waiting outside Angel’s door with a basket of goodies in hand. It had various items that most would give an athlete for self-care. Heating patches, muscle ointment, healthy snacks and protein shakes/bars-- etc. Pinned to the front of the basket, was a note that read-- 

                  Valentino is not a kind man, I know this. As do you.                            I don’t know about you, but personally--                                   --I dislike those kinds of men.                                        If the moth flies too close,                                               Call my name.

                                    Stolas Goetia