#DiscoInferno

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Matt And Austin - 85 - Welcome Home 2 - 08-07-2001  💥https://mattandaustin.com/webcomic-the-matt-and-austin-comic-strip-086-welcome-home-2/👈

[angie-long-legs]

“It’s OK. I’m here” (from Cherri)

"No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO-"

Angel bolted upright, yanked out of the horrors in his head without warning, unable to tell if the heaving scream ripped from his lungs was happening inside his mind or out of it. Soaked in sweat and surging with adrenaline, he whipped around in the dark in search of the terrifying scene he had just been expelled from, mind half-ruined from sleep and fear and morbid imaginings. Was he awake? Had this all been a dream? Was this even real?

Heart hammering as his eyes adjusted to the gloom of his surroundings, Angel ascertained that he was not in Vee tower, nor was he home in his hotel room. He was... this was Cherri's room. He was in Cherri's bed. Which meant...

Looking to his left, Angel came face to face with the pink-haired sinner herself, her singular eye wide with worry. She looked as though she was waiting for him to say something, though he hadn't been aware of her speaking to him. Still hyperventilating, Angel let his head fall forward, clutching at his chest. "Cherri," he croaked, mouth dry and voice raspy. "Shit. Fuck, Cherr, am I awake? Is this real? Please fuckin' tell me this is real."

[botanikos]

From Lucifer. "I dare you to call Blitz and when he says hello you say you're looking for a man named Mr. Meoff, Jack Meoff."

Send “I DARE YOU TO–” and an action, and my muse will respond by either doing it or not– ✩

Alternatively– send “I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU– abd an action and my muse will HAVE to do it!

✆ @discoinfernos . . . Prince Stolas is calling !

It took a few moments for Stolas to even pick up the device and dial the imp's number. Lucifer's grin and encouragement nudging him on with the dare were intoxicating by their own right, but the prince still hesitated. Mostly out of embarrassment and his own amusement with the terrible play on words. ❝ Yes, hello — ❞ he begins, ❝ I am looking for a man named Mr. Meoff? Jack Meoff, please. ❞ He adds the last word with a honeyed lilt before hanging up before any response can be made.

[infernal-blaze]

@discoinfernos asked: ❛  Alastor, i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ (from Charlie)

Alastor narrowed his eyes, ears pinned to the back of his head. Blood stained the front of his coat as the vicious liquid soaked through his layers of clothing.

He was annoyed that Charlie had found him in such a state. Apparently, disappearing shortly after they finished building the new hotel was.. concerning to the princess. She had hunted him down and found him hiding within the depths of his new radio tower. Unfortunately, Alastor had left because the holy wound along his chest had begun to bleed through the bandages he had applied.

When Charlie had barged into the room, Alastor had recently collapsed onto the floor as blood oozed from his mouth, and from in-between his fingers, which were clutched against his chest.

Static and feedback filled the air as Charlie rushed off, supposedly on her way to find medical supplies of some sort. "Don't tell anyone," he hissed, just before she could leave. He didn't need more eyes on the situation than necessary.

[mothvalentino]

@discoinfernos redemption starter

By some merciful miracle, the princess actually allowed him to stay at the hotel. Under several conditions, of course, trust needed to be earned and he would be under constant surveillance by the other residents. However, Charlie had made it very clear that one of those conditions had to be fulfilled before he could move in, otherwise, Val would have to leave immediately.

She told him to talk to Angel first and ask him if he would even be okay with Val living under the same roof. And so, the moth knocked on his door, tension seizing his entire body in anticipation. If the spider didn't agree to him staying, he would have to find another safe haven in the city, which wouldn't be easy.

[helluvaflames]

@discoinfernos continued from: HERE

Even after everything that happened, he doesn't regret saving Blitz. It would've been wrong if he hadn't done it. Plus, he's not sure what he would've done if Blitz was no longer with him. Now, he feels like the other finally understands him. Of what he always wanted to have from Blitz. Feeling the others hand up on his cheek makes his heart swell.

He feels his cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he feels the imp's tail wrap around them possessively. It wasn't fair how cute Blitz was. He was still getting used to being pampered by the other now, but he adored it nonetheless. He smiles at the kiss to his forehead and Stolas then snuggles up to the other a bit.

"That's all I've ever wanted you know? To truly be with you, Like this."

[isforever]

@discoinfernos liked this for the worst dad ever / for blitzø .

eyes narrow, a scoff. anger already bubbles within his chest and his grip tightens on his bottle... he takes a swig to calm his nerves. satan damn his fuckin' son. " you ruin... no, you destroy everything, y'know that ? " a pause. " even your momma knew it. "

[grimowled]

the irresistible @discoinfernos said: “ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ” (from Blitz) ☽ secret relationship - accepting !!

WAS IT REALLY this clandestine ? the dark prince couldn't deny the ravenous passion that had taken over him, where it concerned his darling little imp, and, admittedly, his public image and decorum had ... slipped as of late - much to stella's chagrin.

(control is just another illusion when one is in the throes of such sinful bliss!)

but the statement made him pause, ancient mind turning to careful thought.

(surely he wasn't intending to break it off!)

"oh, darling!"

he finally broke the silence with an amused hoot, mischief and devotion adorning the sharp crescents of his eyes in equal measures, long talons gently reaching for blitzø's cheek in a lover's caress; yet there was something sinister to it, as if he was ever considering whether to kiss or eat him.

"for someone who makes life-threatening danger a habit, this should be right in your ... arsenal, so to speak. do you wish to be more ... careful?"

(seemed to be a bit late to notice that, after scandalously declaring their dalliance in front of his wife and her friends at her tea party, in broad daylight. didn't he relish in the excitement of it all?)

[fizzarollitm]

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event | @discoinfernos

The gathered at his apartment because Fizz had no idea where else to go. His head was ringing, his hands won't stop shaking. He knew the faces of IMP but its only Loona's name that jumps to his mind. Right, he had a kid. He's a dad— was. He took the fall so they could live because even to the bitter end he had to be a self sacrificial fuck head about it.

In the middle of it all is Stolas and there is a mirror in their grief. He never knew him well outside of the shape of Blitzø's love for him but now Fizz fell forward into his arms. He knew it was breaking every type of social code but he needed something. Anything. To lean against.

" What the fuck happened. " He pulled back, looking up into white dots in red eyes. " How did they find out ? He tried so fucking hard. And now it's over ? "

It wasn't fair. None of it was fucking fair.

Self-indulgent meme !

[angie-long-legs]

plotted starter for @discoinfernos !

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It wasn't a big deal. That's what Angel Dust found himself telling Husk, repeating it over and over as though the more Angel said it, the more Husk would believe him. Minimising the issue, making out like it was nothing. It was nothing, after all. How many times had Angel relapsed after trying to get clean? How many times would he do the same thing again? If Husk overreacted every time Angel had a little slip up like this, he sure as shit wasn't going to stick around when things got bad.

So fucking what if he and Cherri had indulged in one night of partying hard? He had been sober for weeks prior to this! That was a million times better than he could've done before!

And, instead of recognition for his accomplishments, the feline was looking at him with a twisted scowl of disappointment.

It made Angel relieved that he was high.

"Stop lookin' at me like that," he snapped, drumming his fingers against the bar in agitation. Shit, he had to make sure Husk didn't tell anyone about this. Especially not Charlie. Angel knew it was a risk to stumble through the door in the middle of the night - Husk stayed up late to keep the bar open, and there was always a chance he would be caught, like a rebellious teenager after sneaking out at night.

He had only hoped that the bartender would be more understanding.

"You ain't betta' than me, Husk." His words were sour. Resentful. "What, I gotta be on my best behaviour while you sit there judgin' me? Knockin' back bottles and actin' like a wise-ass, but no one's makin' you go without ya fix," he sneered. "You couldn't hack it."

The spider jittered where he sat, anxious and indignant. It wasn't fair. They all expected him to be perfect. He would never be good enough.

"I said, stop lookin' at me like that!"

[hellishvxbes]

❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜ (blitz @ fizz)

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

                 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ Shh, I know ❞ he answered quickly, allowing himself to get into character. He wasn't completely on board with the idea, but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of partner he would be if he didn't entertain at least some of Blitz's truly bizarre fantasies. The thought of indulging in those outlandish whims left him feeling both apprehensive and curious as he grappled with the challenge of navigating the eccentricities of his lover's imagination.

               The cowboy hat sat precariously atop his head, its wide brim casting a shadow over his face as he struggled to keep it in place. He deftly adjusted his own hat that covered his broken horns, a makeshift solution that had taken time to refine. Still, he managed to perfect this delicate balance for the moment, crafting an appearance that was unique and strangely fitting for his rugged silhouette. His fingers wrapped firmly around the smooth leather reins that linked to the sturdy collar Fizz had expertly fastened around Blitz's neck. With a playful tug, he pulled on the reins, a mischievous glint in his eye, while in his other hand, he held the pink riding crop, its surface gleaming under the light. If he was going to embrace this role, he was determined to do it with flair and precision, ensuring every detail met his high standards. Fizz let it glide down Blitz's bare chest, his hips straddling him as he began to move himself up and down Blitz's warm cock. Fizz was nothing but a top performer, and he was here to please. 

          His body continued to slam down on Blitz's dick, his own moans escaping his lips, like a song singing and hitting every single one of those high notes as he felt the tip hit him in all the right places. Fizz glanced down at Blitz, and the redness of his skin only made him all the more giddy.

          ❝ Yeah, you're doing so well, letting me break you in slowly before I ride you straight past the finish line.❞ Fizz couldn't help but fall into the role, not when he could see just how much of a heated mess it was making Blitz. ❝ You were so rude when we started, untamable, all attitude, and look at you now, ❞ he grins, letting the crop brush against Blitz's cheek, leaning down to whisper directly in Blitz's ear ❝ Being so good and taking everything I give you. ❞

        Fizz quickened his pace, the rhythmic sound of his boots hitting the ground matching the quickening beat of his heart. He let the riding crop slip from his grasp, allowing it to dangle by his side as he reached up with one hand to secure his cowboy hat. Fingers curled around the reins, and he pulled harder as he felt his climax coming through. Fucking hell, he hadn't anticipated feeling such a rush of excitement from this experience, yet he found himself captivated despite his best efforts to remain composed. The thought of giving Blitz the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected him was infuriating, especially with that smug ass grin plastered across his face. It was as if Blitz could sense every spark of thrill that danced through him, and it only deepened his resolve to play it cool. Fizz could practically feel the heat rising in his cheeks, knowing how much he had relished the moment.               Fizz tightened his grip on the rein, yanking it decisively as he urged Blitz to draw nearer. He pressed his lips against his, savoring the moment as his tongue explored the contours of every inch of him, tasting the sweetness that lingered before he finally broke the silence. ❝ Better remember this because it's never happening again,❞ he says like a filthy fucking liar. He sighs deeply, ❝ Fuck it, does my handsome steed think he can keep up for another round? ❞

[mothvalentino]

@discoinfernos @pcisin @hazbintales @tangledfate @arachn0philia @angelindust @angxldustxd @overangeled

ཐིཋྀ "You didn't think I'd forget, right? This is for you."

"Happy Birthday, amorcito~"

[hclluvahctel]

"My reputation won't last if I don't do my job!" (from Angel to Husk)

"IF THAT'S THE CASE then maybe your reputation isn't as great as you thought." He replies with a grumble, folding his arms over his chest. "And who the fuck cares? Wouldn't you rather be HAPPY?"

[botanikos]

*  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

@discoinfernos asked: ❛  i am your darkest moment.  ❜ (from Blitz)

❝ That is not true. . . ❞ Features soften, poised regality and grace discarded, playful demeanor tucked away. A gloved hand reaches for Blitz, only to pause and take hold of his own hand. Stolas tucks both arms close to his chest and averts his gaze. When the prince speaks again, he assesses the imp, silently imploring him to understand what he could not put into words.

❝ — quite the opposite, actually. You are luminous, if anything. At least, you have brought light to the shadows in which I cloak myself in. ❞

[madefate]

❛ i will haunt you for the rest of your days. ❜ (Stolas @ Blitz OUGH) / @discoinfernos

❝ Not you too. ❞ There's a version of Blitz who swallows the heartbreak and the fury in an instant, who's already on the defensive - yeah, get in line, or don't fuckin' flatter yourself. But this is the Blitz whose hands are still burning with his mother's ashen flesh and desperately running - to something, away for something, he can't say. Millie is dead. Millie is dead? His mother is dead. This is not a dream -

When was the last time you actually loved someone without hurting them ?

He can't see what state he's left Stolas in - dead, dripping in viscous blood, pierced by an angelic weapon, left dangling in the clutches of the lights of one of Verosika's parties or drowning his sorrows or just drowning, drowning, drowning -

❝ Just leave - just go ! Run ! Fuck ! Don't fucking haunt me, just live your fucking life where I can't break you anymore than I have ! You're an immortal fucking prince, you'll get over it - let yourself get over it and I swear to - I swear to Satan I'll leave you alone - I'm gone, okay ?? If I can't change - ❞ Something is pooling in the back of his throat - viscous ooze. Tears. Who's to say?

He digs his claws into the brim of his hat, into the flesh of his face and his cheeks searching for pain. For feeling. ❝ This is who I am ! This is who I've always been ! There's nothing left to redeem - please, please just - ❞