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I LIVE, BITCHES! Sorry for the EXTREME lack of activity on here lately. Holiday season has been rough, PLUS gaining a new hyperfixation, PLUS getting sick for Christmas (giving me even MORE free time to obsess over the new hyperfixation) ... it's been a lot. XD I'm pretty much always on Discord, though, so if we're moots and you miss me (for SOME reason LOL), you can always poke me there. DM me for the username and I gotchu. <3 So what's the new hyperfixation? I'm so VERY glad you didn't ask (cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway)!

Fun fact about me is that I was very, very, VERY invested in the Beastars universe back when Season 1 of the anime first came out. Like, to an INSANE degree. I even binge read the ENTIRE manga online (and my non-weeb ass NEVER reads manga) because I didn't have the patience to wait for the rest of the anime to know what happens. And I went ... HAAAAAARD with making OCs for Beastars, yo. You think Vizzy and all her worldbuilding is extra? Oooooo, bitch, you shoulda seen me in my hayday when people still RPed Beastars on Tumblr. XD So because I had a lot going on at the time it came out and I didn't wanna get sidetracked, I deliberately turned a blind eye to part 1 of the Final Season when it first dropped back on the 5th. Could NOT afford to get sucked back in that hard again. But, y'all ... I caved. And I'm DEEP in hell again. I'm such furry trash. LOL I was expecting to get right back on the same shit I was on before, but much to my surprise, it was an ENTIRELY new little asshole that stole my heart this time around--a certain psychotic gazelle/leopard hybrid whose named after a fruit (if you know, you know). And now I'm back on my shit, building a brand new OC. Because OF COURSE I am! She's a female binturong police officer whose "gone rogue" and made the questionable decision to go undercover to continue working on a missing person's case related to the Black Market even AFTER she got put on administrative leave. For some reason, my brain has decided that I wanna go even HARDER into the dead dove shit this time around--think like Joker and Harley Quinn but with themes of cannibalism, extreme violence, emotional/mental manipulation, and all KINDS of gnarly toxic filth. I have officially become a menace. And of course, because it's ME we're talking about, she comes with a FUCKTON of supporting characters, and I've been writing and drawing SO MUCH SHIT ... and yeah, I love this series to an unhealthy degree, send help (or, alternatively, come join me in my madness and do Beastars RP with me on Discord--enable me). So THAT'S where I've been, in a nutshell--holidays, sickness, and furry degeneracy. XD

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(An irresponsible starter for @double-jango because apparently Vizzy is allergic to staying alive. LOL -- When the terror of potentially losing Blitz had worn off in the days to follow, no amount of relief and time spent in her lover's company could blunt the wrath of sheer indignation at the higher authority that had come so perilously close to ripping away from her the most genuine son of a bitch she had ever come to know. Ah, but it went well beyond that, didn't it? When she really stewed in her feeling and thought about it. This wasn't just a slight against her and Blitz--this was personal against ALL of the 'lesser' hellborn. The callous ease with which he could condemn their kind, with the same gravity as one tossing a piece of trash into a bin...? It rankled her in ways she hadn't even known she could be. And so it was that she now found herself standing at the imposing gates of a massive foreboding castle whose heraldry made its owner abundantly clear. Satan ... the mighty draconic personification of Wrath incarnate. And here she was ... pounding her fist against the palisade like an angry neighbor might go knocking on another's door over a minor spat. "This is me asking for an audience, asshole! Open the fuck up!"

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(Continued with @mothvalentino from here: Loathe as she was to admit it, Visage was beginning to enjoy having the moth in her club. At first, it was the catharsis of the tables turning--of the oppressor becoming the oppressed, the demon who had been a direct threat to her livelihood now working under her employ. Sweet poetic *justice*. And yet ... with time, something was shifting. Maybe it was noticing the way he carried himself so differently. Maybe it was that all the things she despised about him the most were no longer in play. Or maybe she was beginning to see more of the *man* behind the *moth*. Whatever it was ... it was endearing her towards him in ways she hadn't anticipated. *He's just convenient,* was what she told herself the first time she came for him after a performance. Why go looking for easy lays to serve as a distraction from somewhere else when something familiar and comfortable was already *right* here...? She could have her toy and play with it, too. That's what she wanted to believe, at least. It was easier than confronting the truth. Silver eyes glimmering with wordless want watched Valentino's performance with a keen predatory focus that lingered even as he stepped off the stage. He wouldn't get very far before her taloned hands were on him, pulling him down until her lupine lips pressed hard and hungry against his own. She couldn't have given less of a *damn* who saw, she needed him all to herself. With a low growling moan muffled against his mouth, one of her hands slid further south to caress across his thigh.

[mothvalentino]

He was barely off-stage, covered in sweat from the intense dance routine, almost entirely naked while in full view of everyone backstage... and yet he enjoyed every second of it. His legs parted to give her wandering hand better access, his back arching slightly off the wall and right into her hold. The rough handling stirred something primal within him, only amplifying the kick Val got out of being watched.

ཐིཋྀ "Am I getting a raise?", he couldn't help but joke, a throaty chuckle filling the space between them until their lips reunited.

His fingers dug into her back and pulled at her clothes, although he made no real effort to remove them just yet. For once, Valentino enjoyed being prey, his striptease having been a mere appetizer. He had known she would come to him the moment their eyes met for the first time that night, a single glance carrying a truckload of anticipation. And Val was all too eager to tease, to heighten the temptation with every sway of his hips and every piece of clothing he removed. Presenting himself like a four-course meal on stage, all long limbs and pronounced curves.

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"Heh ... somethin' is sure gonna be 'raised' in just a sec..." The words were murmured hotly against his lips, slurred as though practically drunk on the moth already. Another hard kiss devoured his mouth before she parted from him again with a thin tendril of saliva stretching and breaking between them. Her tone darkened as she spoke again, dire as a threat but still heavy with lust. "Get your ass to your dressing room before I change my fuckin' mind..." Oh, the things she wanted to do to him (and him to her, in return) were not for prying eyes. She wanted him all to herself. He had a way of making her greedy that she had become to self-indulgent to feel shameful about anymore. For better or for worse, he was becoming the high that swiftly chased away whatever inner demons were trying to scream into her ears ... each wet slap of raunchy flesh drowning the voices out until nothing remained but a pleasurable escape. It was *dangerous* to get this dependent, she knew, but she was well beyond caring by now.

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>>hey biiiiiitch

>>guess who got put on trial today

>>and almost publicly executed

>>new kink NOT acquired

>>anyway in case u saw i am fine and i hope youre doing okay

>>i love you vizzy

To say that the hellhound had been an emotional wreck during that harrowing near miss witnessed live on TV was ... quite the understatement. Throughout the entirety of the trial and the execution that had very nearly followed, Visage had been frantically trying to exhaust every possible option to intervene. Attempts at calling in favors, trying to get eyes inside the courtroom to disrupt the proceedings long enough to find a loophole ... anything at all. But in the end, it had all been for naught. For however far she had come within the power dynamic of Hell's hierarchy, she was as helpless now as she had been back then. Another lover whose head was about to roll free from their shoulders before her very eyes with nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was scream and sob in between bouts of wretching violently into the nearest garbage can, unable to even pick herself up off the floor as all her limbs shook. Another one you couldn't protect... Until, in a baffling last-second moment of tonal whiplash ... the danger was over. Her Blitz had unwittingly done the impossible--been sentenced to death by the Sin of Wrath and lived to walk away. For a moment, all the blood felt as though it was draining from her face as the adrenaline left her in a single powerful rush ... and Visage was all but certain she was about to pass out face-first into a trash bin full of vomit. And then a sudden flurry of text message pings filled the room, yanking her violently from the throes of that vicious spiral as she scrambled to snatch up her phone from where she had left it upon the bed. Relief, worry and anger twisted inside of her all at once as each message was read, the imp seeming to casually play off what had nearly been his last living day in Hell. That son of a bitch...! Her hands still too unsteady to type with any semblance of clarity, she immediately began to call. The very second Blitz would pick up, words began tumbling from her in a jumbled mess. "Where the fuck are you right now?! Are you safe?! Because wherever the fuck it is, I'm about to be there in less than ten minutes!"

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The amount of effort it had taken not to let herself get too worked up as Blitz had recounted his run-in with the Infestor was immense, to say the least. The anger was a candle burning at both ends--at herself for not having been able to go with Blitz on this 'ghost hunt' and at the wretched thing that had dared to harm what was hers. No one played rough with her toys but her. That's all it was, right? A territorial claim upon a beloved plaything. Nothing more. Or so Visage was dead set on telling herself that night. But unable to get her teeth into that slimy Envy demon, the lupine Overlord was more than keen to turn to 'other' ways of blowing off steam with her favorite imp. To lick every cut, nuzzle every bruise ... before leaving a few more of her own to remind every filthy creature in Hell to whom Blitz belonged. She could hardly wait to get her hands on him... ...Well, that was the plan--until Visage realized that the stranger currently menacing her playmate in a dark alley had a suspiciously amphibious appearance that bore a striking resemblance to ... No way. There was absolutely no way. Right? And yet, the way Blitz talked, it had to be. Was she really going to be so fortuitous as to plow her lover and beat some demon ass all in the same night? Shit, and it wasn't even Sinsmas yet. By the time the eel-like creature had turned to face her, she was already squared up and ready. "'Sup, fucker?" Without awaiting any sort of response, the she-wolf's clawed foot whipped around and collided with a powerful roundhouse kick to the dead center of the Infestor's chest. The Overlord made sure to very pointedly and intentionally put an abnormal amount of force behind the blow--she wanted to be sure he really felt it. Envy demons were no slouches by any stretch. This wasn't a 'hold back and fight like any average hellborn' type of scrap--oh, no-no-NO. This? Was personal. Visage wanted him to be profoundly aware of just what it was he was in for. And she was just getting started.

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Rolando grunted when the bitch's foot slammed into his chest. He didn't let the force of it rock him back as he should have done, to ease the intensity of the impact. No, he stood his ground and let her foot slam into his chest--and keep on going. He was so much more than this body, and whatever she thought she was going to do to him? The Infester wanted to laugh. He could taste her fur and flesh already starting to digest within him...

And there would be so much more of her to taste.

"Visage," he snickered, her leg sucking deeper and deeper into his chest, into the amorphous mass that made up his true form, tucked away inside this slight, pathetic, frail one. "There was a great deal about you in there. I hardly would have expected it, for you to be so prevalent, ssssssoaked," he hissed, and dug his claws into her thigh, pulling himself closer to her, pulling her deeper into him, "into every pore of him, every last feeble little excuse for a brain cell. I had sucha good time inside him. You really should--"

But whatever he was about to say, he suddenly choked as two knives slammed into his throat, the imp attacking from behind.

Blitz snarled as he slammed both knives in deep--and his cheek twitched as he realized the tips didn't come out the opposite sides of Fuckasses's neck the way they should. The demon was fucking manifesting himself here. Which was--that was fine. It was great. They could take him. Right? They could--

No. No fucking fear. Be afraid for one fucking moment too long and this fucker has you.

He slashed the knives apart, going full-force against the creature's spine, severing it. The head came off and hit the ground. Blitz stepped back, shielding himself from the blood spraying out of his neck--

But it didn't just spray.

It was erupting from the stump of a neck, flowing, taking form. Bigger, bigger, more and more and more of him, a wet shadow, a slime so dark that light could not even gleam off of it. Tentacles reaching out and blocking off the end of the allow, a film of him stretching like a sheet over their heads, holding them in, holding them close.

"Oh, this nasty fucker!" Blitz snapped, moving back and slashing experimentally at a column that looked like it was maybe going to be a main part of the bastard's body. "Viz, you're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever se--eeeeeee, shit, is your leg okay? But we should probably focus on getting the fuck away from--" But a tentacle slammed into him, wrapping fully around him and slamming the imp to the ground with a sickening crunch.

"You two think you will fight me? You? Broken toys, dolls nobody wants to play with anymore. Visage, the failed protector, and Blitzo, the failure..." The Infester's voice sounded thick and deep, a mudslide moving through the depths of a canyon, smothering everything in its path. Tentacles had been whipping towards Visage all the while, but now that he had Blitz temporarily down, he focused everything on her, on covering her, making films and smothering her, choking her. All he needed was one moment of fear, one moment for her to desperately gasp for breath, and he could fill her, fill her and eat and eat and eat and eat!

Fear for his own safety had not yet entered the Envy demon's mind.

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A hideous burning sensation covered the entirety of the leg that had been sucked deep into the unknowable depths of that blackest ooze that was apparently this demon's true body. 'Infester', indeed. With a grimace, Visage tried in vain to pull herself free, even as his talons hooked into her flesh to draw her ever closer. Rage and panic fought for freedom within her, like two rabbits trying to flee out of the same hole at once. Before her internal struggle could come to any logical conclusion, however, the demon's venomous words were silenced by her beloved imp's blades at just the right moment. As hot as he was deadly. Fuck, how she loved his red ass at times like this. Though the sight of her attacker's head thudding to the floor unnerved her for a fraction of a second, it gave the she-wolf the opportunity she needed to finally yank her leg free with a sickening slurp of suction. Only when Blitz took notice of the damage did she look down to pay it any mind, her brow furrowing at the sight. Much of the fur from the mid-though down was missing, with much of the skin and deeper tissues also subjected to extreme chemical burning from the looks of it. Was that her kneecap sticking out? Gross. Though perhaps it was for the best that the corrosive substance had melted through her nerves, or else the pain would have likely been enough to take the breath from her lungs. Unsightly as the grisly injury was, dealing with it would have to wait. "I'll live, babe, let's just focus on--BLITZ!" As tenebrous tentacles took hold of the imp and pummeled him into the ground, a surging heat ran the length of the Overlord's spine as her need to protect overtook all else. If this ... thing ... thought for one second he was getting away with any of this, he was in for a rude awakening. For rather than be overcome by a sense of panic at the oozing dark that began to swallow her up, a mirthless broad-fanged grin wrinkled Visage's maw as silver eyes began to give way to a luminous blue. "Didn't even take me out to dinner first and you're already tryin' to get to third base...? Naughty boy..." Those two final mocking words dropped several decibels in pitch--deep, resonant, throaty and profoundly feral. Right as the last of her face and mouth were fully consumed by the shadowy mass, the pupils from Visage's eyes had vanished completely, glowing blue irises expanding wider and wider until none of her blackened sclera remained visible. And then she was gone. Or so it seemed. Like a caterpillar writhing within a gooey viscous chrysalis, the Infester's nebulous murky form would be forced to expand around its catch as the hellhound seemed to *grow* within him. And then he would begin to feel it--heat. Subtle at first, but before long the prey within his formless grasp would be practically *molten* to the touch as an ominous deep blue fiery glow pierced the inky black of the gelatinous substance encasing her. By the time she had expanded to more than ten times her original size, something unexpectedly surged out from the depths of that amorphous slime--three massive claws whose tips were alight with glowing blue embers of demonfire. In one swift powerful rip, whatever Visage had become began tearing itself free from the black womb that had unwittingly birthed it.

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*hug* Still alive, babies, just ... going through an EXTREMELY rough patch, details under the cut.

So one of my family's geriatric kitties was diagnosed with masses on his liver and one of his sinuses about 2 and a half weeks ago when his appetite took a sudden nosedive and he developed a nosebleed. He's been in hospice mode for all this time, and we've just been watching and waiting for the day where his quality of life begins to suffer. Yesterday was that day and he is no longer with us. So between coping with that sudden (and only half-expected) loss and still trying to keep the holiday cheer for the family Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, I'm ... struggling. Like, I'm GENUINELY looking forward to seeing my family, y'know? I'm in a distraction-craving state of mind pretty badly. But today has been a crapton of pre-prep work for it, and that's the part that's been physically and emotionally exhausting to get through just one day after a pretty significant loss. To top it all off, muse and focus has kinda been all over the fuckin' place? Started getting heavily back into the Overwatch RP mood about a week ago (made a new OC and everything, oop) but have depressingly found that the Overwatch RP community is pretty much, like ... dead? So between the frustration of not being able to latch onto my Vizzy muse as strongly as I want to, but also not being able to do anything with where I DO have muse? Yeah, it's not been a great combination. >_<;; So probably still gonna be a week bit before I can finally start tackling drafts on here again, BUT ... if we're moots and you have my Discord, you can ALWAYS bug me. And if we're moots and you don't have my Discord yet, consider this your invitation to pop into my DMs and ask for it. I miss you guys like fuck but the Yeen be REALLY goin' through it. </3

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Prooooobably not gonna get to much writing (here and on Discord) til after tonight's stream. Hope everyone's found fun and joy in whatever ways you can throughout this challenging week (especially for my fellow US folks <3). I know it's not RP-related, but if anyone reading this needs/wants a distraction tonight, I'll be streaming some Dead by Daylight over on Twitch from 8pm EST til 1am EST. No politics, no sadness, no bullshit, just goofy fun (and me probably being the first one to die in most of our matches LOL). My streams are a safe space where RL nonsense takes a backseat and people can just hang out, relax, and have a laugh. And if that's something any of y'all could use right about now, consider this an open invitation!

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Be advised, there's a sinner running around trying to eat Goetia

Visage stared at the greyface with a deadpan expression upon her face. "Okay, and? I mean ... sinners do lots of weird shit on the regular. Can't say I'm really surprised? The bigger surprise would be if they manage to pull it off. Goetia ain't no joke. Even the lowest ones on the totem pole pack a major punch." The Overlord shrugged nonchalantly, gaze turning back downward as she continued to doomscroll through her phone as she spoke. "Y'know what they say, though--you gotta be tough t'be stupid, right? So guess we'll how 'tough' this sinner really is. Or if they end up rethinking their lil' culinary quest altogether. Should be fun either way."

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(Continued with @mothvalentino from here: Loathe as she was to admit it, Visage was beginning to enjoy having the moth in her club. At first, it was the catharsis of the tables turning--of the oppressor becoming the oppressed, the demon who had been a direct threat to her livelihood now working under her employ. Sweet poetic *justice*. And yet ... with time, something was shifting. Maybe it was noticing the way he carried himself so differently. Maybe it was that all the things she despised about him the most were no longer in play. Or maybe she was beginning to see more of the *man* behind the *moth*. Whatever it was ... it was endearing her towards him in ways she hadn't anticipated. *He's just convenient,* was what she told herself the first time she came for him after a performance. Why go looking for easy lays to serve as a distraction from somewhere else when something familiar and comfortable was already *right* here...? She could have her toy and play with it, too. That's what she wanted to believe, at least. It was easier than confronting the truth. Silver eyes glimmering with wordless want watched Valentino's performance with a keen predatory focus that lingered even as he stepped off the stage. He wouldn't get very far before her taloned hands were on him, pulling him down until her lupine lips pressed hard and hungry against his own. She couldn't have given less of a *damn* who saw, she needed him all to herself. With a low growling moan muffled against his mouth, one of her hands slid further south to caress across his thigh.

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"Listen ... not gonna lie ... I've had a thought or two about conjurin' up the ol' blue rocket and dickin' you down nasty. Y'know. Respectfully, of course."

Smirks, laughing under his breath. "Babe, yeh' know, as long as ah' ain't th' one toppin', ah' got no problem bein' wit' chicks. It ain't like ah'm against pussy, considerin' my own junk."

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Ever so slowly, both of Visage's brows raised, struck dumb by the spider's words. "Wait, you ... you'd be *into* that...? For *real*...?" Temptation was now *gnawing* upon the back of her mind, especially at the sudden curious urge to see what Angel meant by 'his own junk'. And honestly? She'd been in dire need of some manner of stress relief, with the sort of week it had been. Would it really be so wrong...? Looking off to one side thoughtfully, she faintly bit her bottom lip, toying with whether or not to offer a verbal proposition. Before the words could leave her mouth, there was a sudden *tightness* down the front of her denim shorts that brought an immediate flush of deep azure to her face. *That* ... usually didn't just happen on its own. It took a conscious act of will to shapeshift, or so she had assumed. Apparently the barrier between *thinking* and *doing* was thinner than she had assumed. With a hard clearing of her throat, she slipped down into the nearest seat, hoping to be able to disguise the sudden 'tent' in her clothing by hiding it in her lap. She struggled to make eye contact now. "I mean ... I wouldn't wanna do anything that would make ya *uncomfortable*, y'know...?"

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How many Goetia does it take to change a light bulb? Three! One to change it, one to say they could've done it better, and one to stick it up their feathered ass for no apparent reason!

"Hah! Okay, that's good, haven't heard that one before." Visage rubbed her chin thoughtfully a moment before a devious smile creases her muzzle. "....Maybe Vepar will get a kick outta that one next time I see 'em."

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Sooooo because it's @doublejango's birthday, and he's awesome and I love him an unhealthy amount and he deserves ALL of the nice things ... I drew up a proper ref for his purdy birb, Vepar. <3 Putting it below a cut because I haven't drawn him clothes yet, so he's a nakey birb. XD

I hadda include a version with his cute lil' feather crest up, too, cuz it's too pretty not to show off sometimes! Can you tell I had entirely too much fun drawing this? LMAO Don't worry, he'll be back again soon with some proper clothes on and he'll be even prettier than he already is (hard to imagine, I know).

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for @visage-of-hell because neither of us has any actual chill <3

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Blitz was in a good mood. Sure, he was sore as fuck from getting his ass kicked by Millie, and neither his head nor his heart felt like it was screwed on right, but so fucking be it. That was just the way cookies rumbled, or whatever ominous shit cookies did when people weren't eating them. He was still alive and that was what really mattered--Infester demon be fucking damned. Wearing his favorite old black jeans--skintight, ripped in a few places--and a snug leather jacket, horns nicely oiled, claws clean and sharp, Blitz was in a delightful mood. Sometimes, being bruised as deeply as he was just felt good, in the most fucked up way possible--because it felt like a badge of honor. He'd survived. Death said hey, bitch, and Blitz survived. Again. And every fucking time, it was a victory.

And surviving Millie's fists? Now that was something to be proud of, because his friend was a force of nature, a woman to be absolutely reckoned with, a warrior to be feared because she was fearless. Millie had saved his life in that hotel--granted, by beating the shit out of him, but she was right. He could take it, and he did, proudly.

So, spirits high--especially because Moxxie had convinced him to return all of the crap he'd bought that hadn't been burned yet, and Moxxie was right about this financial shit--and body feeling like he was glowing, Blitz had his hands in his pockets as he strolled down to the alley he was going to meet Vizzy in. It absolutely wasn't going to be a date, of course. Just a nasty fuck in a darkened alleyway, up against the bricks, them both growling and being a little rough with each other. It would be a good time, just like it always was.

When he got there, Blitz realized he was early. No Viz. Well, fine by him. He leaned against the wall, one heel up, and just tilted his head back to look up at the sky.

Moments later, when he heard a growl, he grinned and turned to look--

But that wasn't Vizzy.

A man was coming down the alley towards him. Scrawny, familiar, just a silhouette, but someone that--

Blitz let out a single laugh when he realized it. "Roman, right? Infesty Fester Roman?"

The demon seethed, its form slowly growing, extra limbs and tentacles trailing out towards Blitz. "The name I used hardly matters now. I will no longer be limited by Earth's constraints. You, imp, will die... Now."

Tail starting to whip, grin dark, Blitz unzipped his jacket and stepped away from the wall. "Oh yeah? Listen, you're not the hot little number I'm waiting for here, but Daddy's got plenty of appetite to take any and all comers." He pulled a knife in each hand, grinning--and doing his best to keep up a strong mental and emotional front. Weakness was how that fucker had gotten into him before, because he was upset, because he wasn't handling his own trauma, his own emotions. This fucker had forced his way in and had his merry fucking way with Blitz's body and mind, and that? Wasn't happening again. So, not allowing himself to be afraid, he took up a ready stance--

And let himself back off a pace or two.

Rolando took the bait.

Furious, the thing moved closer. "Too foolish to run?"

"It's a dead-end alley, fucko, where am I gonna go? And hey," he glanced over Rolando's shoulder, but briefly as could be, eyes immediately flicking back to his face--he wasn't going to give away the position of the incredibly sexy Hellhound who had just appeared behind this bitch. "I can't really blame you for wanting another ride..."

"This ride," the higher demon seethed, "will be your last."

"Big talk from a widdle old man." Blitz lowered his head, ready for this. "Who just made his last mistake."

Rolando snickered. "Did I? I'm going to relish diving back into you. Tell me, imp, what did I do wrong, hm? Do you not like my fashion sense? Is that it?"

"Well, ya wore me, so your fashion sense is fine. You just forgot about one thing."

Rolando snorted. "Mildred isn't here."

"Nooo. No, Millie's not here. But," he grinned, baring all of his teeth in dark, delicious delight, "she is."

He had already texted Vizzy everything about this man the day before, when he first got home. They might not be dating, because they were pretending so fucking hard there were no feelings here, but Blitz knew it didn't matter: Vizzy didn't let anyone else prey on her fucking territory.

Confused, Rolando turned to look...

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The amount of effort it had taken not to let herself get too worked up as Blitz had recounted his run-in with the Infestor was immense, to say the least. The anger was a candle burning at both ends--at herself for not having been able to go with Blitz on this 'ghost hunt' and at the wretched thing that had dared to harm what was hers. No one played rough with her toys but her. That's all it was, right? A territorial claim upon a beloved plaything. Nothing more. Or so Visage was dead set on telling herself that night. But unable to get her teeth into that slimy Envy demon, the lupine Overlord was more than keen to turn to 'other' ways of blowing off steam with her favorite imp. To lick every cut, nuzzle every bruise ... before leaving a few more of her own to remind every filthy creature in Hell to whom Blitz belonged. She could hardly wait to get her hands on him... ...Well, that was the plan--until Visage realized that the stranger currently menacing her playmate in a dark alley had a suspiciously amphibious appearance that bore a striking resemblance to ... No way. There was absolutely no way. Right? And yet, the way Blitz talked, it had to be. Was she really going to be so fortuitous as to plow her lover and beat some demon ass all in the same night? Shit, and it wasn't even Sinsmas yet. By the time the eel-like creature had turned to face her, she was already squared up and ready. "'Sup, fucker?" Without awaiting any sort of response, the she-wolf's clawed foot whipped around and collided with a powerful roundhouse kick to the dead center of the Infestor's chest. The Overlord made sure to very pointedly and intentionally put an abnormal amount of force behind the blow--she wanted to be sure he really felt it. Envy demons were no slouches by any stretch. This wasn't a 'hold back and fight like any average hellborn' type of scrap--oh, no-no-NO. This? Was personal. Visage wanted him to be profoundly aware of just what it was he was in for. And she was just getting started.

[visage-of-hell]

OKAY. SO. Just finished watching the new Helluva episode.

*SLAMS hands on desk* Get ready to see Vizzy go APESHIT on Rolando, the very SECOND his slimy ass touches back down in Hell. Pulling that shit on HER Blitz? Oh heeeeeell the fuck no!

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for @visage-of-hell -- this ended up just being completely from Vizzy's point of view, hopefully you are cool with that! And now you know how sad Vizzy makes me, I love her so much. So here, have some nice slow feelz. fucker.

Lyrics are about 95% human generated, all of the music is AI generated via Suno.

[lyrics added under the cut]

I hear you, Blitz I know you're there You offer hope Your heart is bared But I…. You see stars, but the night I see is empty A void so bleak, so bleak You'll run through fire Just to try and save me I feel your hands, but I can't reach Let me fade into the smoke Blitz you're a fighter but I'm too far gone You're trying, I know you are You're getting closer, Blitz, but I stay numb Please dig your claws in, don't let me run Cause you're the only one fighting for me The nightmares rise They're in my eyes I can't breathe But i need I need Need Take me home You know the way Don't let me choose, I don't know how to stay I'm a ship without a sail, all my love is doomed to fail I couldn't save her, why should I live When scars are all I have to give? You'll run through fire but you can't save me This guilt's too heavy, I can't watch you burn Don't turn away Don't leave me here I can't reach back Not through this fear Don't let me Don't Don't let me fall Blitz you're a fighter but I'm too far gone You're trying, I know you are You're getting closer Blitz but I stay numb Please dig your claws in, don't let me run Cause you're the only one fighting for me Blitz you're a fighter but I'm too far gone You're trying, I know you are You're getting closer Blitz but I stay numb Please dig your claws in, don't let me run Cause you're the only one… The only one

I hear you, Blitz I know you're here And I need… Take me home You know the way Take me I don't know how to stay I hear you Blitz I hear you I I hear I hear you Blitz