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+ No Minors! Mod is 30+ [She/Her]. The nature of this blog is strictly NSFW 18+ even in the non-sexual sense. NO ONE under 18 interact or follow, please!
+ NSFW is okay! This is an 18+ blog, though I won't always be explicit on responses [selective on smut posts, as mainly done with plot], but sexual and darker/violent asks or RP is okay! Explicit NSFW is tagged #9nsfw and put under read more.
+ Sensitive Content Warning! There will be dark, sensitive, and violent content on this blog and I will do my best to mark them, but I might not always catch every little thing. Otherwise, be aware of highly mature and sometimes sensitive themes in almost every RP I do as is fitting to Hellaverse. If you need something tagged, just let me know.
+ No OOC Drama Nonsense. Don't come in here with any OOC hateful comments or OOC drama of any kind. I'm here to RP, I don't want to be involved. You can be as mean as you want to my muses, but keep IC to IC.
+ Post length varies. I'm okay with para-rps, dialogue-only, or short-rps as I'll often just mirror whoever I'm interacting with. My preference is multi-para, but you're not required to mirror me.
+ Will interact with almost anyone. Totally fine with interacting with anons, magic!anons, Canons, Duplicate-Canons, OCs, other fandoms, and all of the above. I don't do exclusives. As long as you are 18+ then have at it. (HOWEVER, please also read the next rule!)
+ Selective RP. I will respond to everyone when it comes to one-off asks, but I am selective on RP reblogs! I only do it with mutuals, but it also depends on the story setup and characters and if I have free time. I'd prefer to know your character before impromptu attempts (either be a canon character or if you're an OC let me get to know your character first to know what I'm getting into).
+ Pairing/Shipping is okay. It's okay to pair up my muses with Canons or OCs as long as it happens in RP, but one-sided pining is also perfectly fine. I'm pretty open to just about anything shipping-wise from canon to crack. Multi-ship friendly, too. I do not force ship but if you would like to discuss a pre-established ship, you can ask.
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[Apologies for my prolonged absence. My creative drive has been on pause while job hunting and getting funds together. I just went and sold all my old game consoles/games and pokemon cards to make up for the job market being so dry. I'm a little sad but I can always rebuy some in the future. Meanwhile, a lot of my downtime has been spent relaxing on some games. I will hopefully get back to writing and drawing again when I finish moving in a few months! Until then, I hope you all are doing well!]
[Totally haven't gotten addicted to Genshin Impact again while I get over some writing and art block. (Aka I totally have.) Apologies for the absence. I'll get back to stuff when the creativity block eases up.]
Having similarities to a hyena as well as having a motorcycle engine for a heart, in the rare times Alkas is comfortable, she can make a mechanical purr-like noise. Good luck ever hearing it.
" and what is the purpose of this little show my dear overlord Velvette? " Azrael to Velvette
"What kind of basic-ass question is that? I'm the moment, darling. Why would I need an 'excuse' to make a scene when I am the scene?" Velvette is bold to snap back, her cocky smile saying everything.
" Oh, Hello again Miss Verosika.. was it? " the Cleric hummed " I hope your evening is well? anything I can do for you? " @murdxrxfcrxws
"Oh? Coming back around? Look at you, learning." Surprised by the sudden voice, Verosika turns to see the deer boy and flashes him a little smile. "That's right, babe. Verosika, in the flesh! Here to entertain and maybe indulge you a little." With that, she does strike a pose before fluidly settling down into a more casual stance.
"I'm doing fantastic. Got a show later, so I thought I'd take a breather, enjoy the night before I steal it."
It had been a while since she got a break from work, taking the time to hit the streets and maybe grab a nice burger. On her way through, she spots a familiar truck, pausing to look around it.
"Knock, knock! Anybody behind the wheel, or is the attic empty?" She addresses loudly, already knocking her knuckles against the passenger door to peer in.
The cat Sinner was attempting to be more bold and explore the Pride Ring by herself. Bare paws would make contact with the ground as she ventured on, no specific destination in mind. Wherever the path ahead would take her, perhaps until Black Star became hungry.
There weren't many people around, so it didn't register to Black Star that Floo was meowing at her to get her attention. Her ears would twitch a few times on instinct. She was ready to walk on, but felt clawed hands touch her. It made the tiny Sinner yelp in fright and quickly turn on her heels to see who had touched her.
"E-Excuse me?" Black Star would stammer nervously, looking up at the Imp. The fur on her tail bristling.
Still holding her hands up, Floo tilts her head as Black Star looks quite startled by her. She could not understand why, as she holds her hands back at herself in her own little startle.
"I said meow meow because you look like a cat!" Floo points out quite bluntly. "Though a lot of people around here look like lots of things," she rambles just a bit more and then shakes her head.
"What's got you so fluffed? What happen? Is there danger afoot?" She quickly iterates, not aware that she was the cause of the startle. As she says this, she's looking around rapidly.
The Succubi's practiced nails briefly exploring the onis jawline before skin met skin, it is a pleasant touch, Verosikas touch as inviting and alluring as one might imagine from a woman of her caliber,
A slow drawn out sigh coming from the oni. "You see my stature, and as of right now, even with this tiny touch I allow, you feel my strength. it is not often, never even, that I allow myself to be bossed around...to bend the knee to another." She lets twin tongues slip free from her grin, briefly licking along her lips.
"My limits are if you try to ascertain true control...we are playing after all, if our little dance moves to something more serious, then the fun will end." She explains simply and straight forward. "Experiment, push some buttons, gauge the reactions, and push some more, let's enjoy ourselves yes?" She chuckles, clicking her teeth together.
"Oh, is that right, babe? You're just full of surprises, aren't you? I think I like where this is going," Verosika licks her lips in mirroring Olgan's to hear these limits, and yet here she was standing above the oni she just told to kneel. That in itself was exhilarating enough to cause her tail to flick upward behind her. "I mean, seriously? What an absolute honor for little old me to get a shot like this. You're making a girl feel like she's actually special... and I love that feeling, honey."
The laugh that escapes her pretty lips is not mocking, but rather a curious enjoyment of the situation. In her line of work, she was often the one to let the other lead or to state what they wanted. Now, she felt she had some reins, but in a mutual manner rather than her usual shtick.
"So, let me get the rhythm right, to keep this little show on the road, I just have to be careful about which buttons I press? Or maybe... I should just focus on pressing all the right ones, darling. What do you think?" She goes over fluidly, and her hands slip away from Olgan's face to curiously trail upward. Her fingers follow the shape of the oni's horns, playful and curious in manner.
Or perhaps teasing? She was purposely biding her time with so little touching or progression of the situation.
The worse-for-wear hellhound is working on some graffiti in an alley between two apartment buildings. Nova managed to procure some spraypaint earlier that week and is finally putting it to good use. It looks like she's been at it for a while; the whole alley is covered in her art, even the dumpster she's standing on.
The piece she's working on right now is pretty simple, just a pair of pink and yellow eyes and a big, creepy cheshire smile. She's drawing a spell circle around it with chalk.
Her ear twitches. Something moves in her peripheral vision, striding closer to her with complete confidence and authority. She looks over to see... What's her name again? She can't remember, but she definitely recognizes the overlord's face from somewhere.
Glancing at the graffiti first, Velvette crossed her arms and gave a hum under her breath. "Artistic, yeah? Is that the vibe we're going for?" She comments right away, not really caring about the vandalism part. It does spark her interest a little more, however.
"Hello? Is the WiFi down in that brain of yours, or are you just naturally this laggy? Answer me!" She chimes in again, louder in her booming voice, as she expected some sort of verbal reaction. Though she was hardly giving any time between her comments.
"Ugh, great. I've got a mute. Or maybe you're just starstruck? Honestly, valid." Her walk continues, getting closer now to this Hellhound as she begins to skirt around her in observation. Her eyes flicked down and up like she was inspecting new merchandise.
"Look, darling, open your mouth. You're lucky I'm even giving you the engagement. The work? It's mid, but it's got potential. Now don't make me regret pausing my scroll for you."
He smiled at the Overlord, his tone colored with amusement, "Apologies, mon chere. I tend to forget from time to time when I'm lost in my own little world."
He gave a small bow ro her as he asked, "So, how can I make this right, mon chere?"
"Make it right? Please. You think you can just waltz into my space, track mud all over the brand, and then 'fix it' with a pathetic little sentence? Get real," Velvette says with a fanged grin, eager to cause a bit of trouble. It had been a while, though she did raise an eyebrow at just how courteous he was being. This caused another thought to cross her mind.
"First of all," she began, striding closer, while even with her height shorter than him she stood in a way that made her look taller with all that bloated confidence, "You're literally trespassing on a vibe you can't afford. Second? If you're gonna apologize, do it properly. Get on your knees and put some actual beg into it, you basic flop."
Ever the one to cause a scene, Velvette was riding high on the fact that passersby were turning to look their way, and some were clearing off.
Ryuko was never opposed to visit bars like this every so often. It was a good way to help her unwind and let loose as well as mingle with the folks around there as well. Sure, some where most definitely creeps trying to hit on her, but others seemed rather chill. Helped that Ryuko could just give them a good swift kick in the crotch for their troubles.
It was also a good way for her to scope out any potential models or clients for her fashion company. But, she'll keep the business side of things off the grid for now. And then, she saw her.
"I've been having quite a bit of attention in here for a good bit since I've arrived here. Some better than others." Ryuko topped off as she turned around to look toward Verosika, offering the stool next to her as she ordered herself a lemon drop.
"Oh, babe, I'm way ahead of you, I've been drinking," Verosika pointed out with a raise of her flask, gladly downing a swig of it. After a long breath, she leans towards Ryuko with a smirk.
"But hey, if you're offering? I'm not saying no. Surprise me, sweetheart, and try not to disappoint," she adds, winking to add to her voice dropping purposely. Then, she's straightening back up with a flick of her tail. In a smooth motion, she slides onto that stool offered, putting her flask away in lieu of expecting a new drink.
"So... what am I calling you, or should I just make something up?"
"The difference between you and I, is during all of this time, that I'm smart enough to make use of what I got, rather than you moving around like some vagrant on a bike for decades."
Vox's hand goes from the chain to her neck, replacing the blue collar to her soul for a physical replacement at the moment. Sharp claws feeling her oiled form and pulling her in closer towards him. "Careful, Alkas. Sometimes I find that endearing, don't overstep it." Reaching up with his other hand to her hair and grab a tuft of it to make her look up whilst her head is right by his screen, nearly touching it too.
"You make it so tempting to just lock you up and torture your oil out of you. But color me intrigued enough to give you a little more wiggle room." He then shifts her gaze back to him and makes out with her for a moment before it pushes her back, from her position, would likely make her fall back on her rear. "Give me an example, show me what you can do then. Give me a really, really good reason to not lock you up again."
"Tch," Alkas is quick about reacting to Vox pointing out just how little she did in her time in Hell. He was right, and it irked her more than she liked. Ambition to rule Hell was not in her interests, but the fact that she was not even a blip on the radar was demeaning.
As the collar solidified, tightening against her neck, her thoughts snapped back to the situation. Before she could say anything, she felt her stomach drop at the threat of being locked up. That option had been a fear in her mind, but knowing he would do it... was different. That flashed apprehension on her expression.
"I-I--" Fuck, she stuttered while his claws were tight against her scalp and the light of his screen illuminated her face. A heat revved still at the treatment, knowing part of her enjoyed how he treated her. Something she was sure he knew.
Then, she's falling on her ass, scrambling as she hits the ground before him. Instantly, a growl leaves her with that attitude of hers flaring up at him. "Ya want a damn example, huh?" She manages to snarl out, her confidence rebuilding with that temper.
Reacting to the fear and anger mixing, her oil starts to pool around her, rapidly covering the floor as the surface starts to bubble. Her powers were something she explored moderately in all her time here, but there were still aspects of them she did know.
While the oil reached the couch, the furniture was starting to... sink into the puddle.
