#discoinfernos

[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?)

[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? ❞

[angie-long-legs]

cont. from here

@discoinfernos

Charlie's kind words were undeserved. Her affection stung more than it soothed, wracking Angel with shame as his wretched state was hurled into the spotlight. To lash out, to scratch and bite, only to be met with softness in return? It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Charlie shouldn't have to see him like this. He didn't want her to see him like this.

Still, he didn't pull away from the arm around him, despite the disgust he felt at the way his body tremored against it.

"Even... if I do," he started hesitantly, "I won't... I won't stay sober. I mean, I don't stay sober. I neva' have," he admitted, his voice soft and low. Honest. As often as he danced around the truth, Charlie deserved to know not to get her hopes up for him. "What makes this time any different?" He felt hopeless. Helpless. "What's the point in cleanin' up when I know it ain't gonna stick?" he reasoned.

"This ain't gonna work," he shivered, a sharp, almost pleading tone to his words. He was starting to hyperventilate, tears that he refused to let fall pricking the corners of his eyes. Panic was setting in now, the total futility of his efforts wrapping around his lungs and choking his breath into ragged sobs. "I can't... my job... Val... it's everything, Charlie, I can't do it like this. I can't do any of it sober, I can't."

[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 - ❞

[voxxcd]

  【      @discoinfernos from here     】

Vox held no desire, fondness, or attachment to the idea of a traditional married life. He had, quite literally, done the white picket fence thing. Those expectations in hell wasn't something he was all that interested in, along with whatever extra shit the royal aspect added to all of this. The deal was done, he felt mostly secure in everything he got from it but this was still essentially an experiment. So he went ahead and set things up for whatever a married life was supposed to look like. Except it didn't seem like Stolas was enjoying himself much either. It was almost too bad, he looked good in Vox's bed.

One consistency from his life as a husband, he worked late. It was only a few hours until morning when he walked in the room and noticed his husband seemed off- or at least not like he was resting. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long drag from the cigarette and blowing cyan smoke off into the room. He reaches over to tap the ashes from the cigarette onto the ash tray by his bed.

"Would you rather have your own room? Or I can set up an apartment for you,"

[hellishvxbes]

❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ (for Fizz from Blitz)

                  ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― The emotions stirred by that single statement surged within him like a tempest, powerful enough to spin him into a whirlwind of memories and feelings. Fizz felt his tail curl tightly around his legs, a physical manifestation of the turmoil churning within him. Flashbacks crashed over him like a relentless wave, each one more vivid than the last. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, undiminished by time, despite the hands that had intervened, preventing their reunion. But what about the silence that followed ? Why had he chosen to wait so long to reach out ? The questions swirled in his mind, heavy and unrelenting, yet Fizz remained silent, the words lodged in his throat, too fearful to break the stillness that enveloped them.

                  What about himself ? Why hadn’t he mustered the courage to seek out Blitz and ask why he never showed up? The truth was, he had to acknowledge that he bore a significant share of the blame for their tangled miscommunication. He could still feel the sharp ache that pierced his chest whenever he remembered the emptiness of that hospital room, void of Blitz's presence. Despite being informed that Blitz was the one responsible for sparking the flames, it was still Blitz he yearned to see by his side—offering reassurance, whispering that everything would be alright, and promising him that nothing would fundamentally change. Instead, Fizz had swallowed that hurt for years, burying it deep within as if it were a festering wound. It was simpler to direct his anger toward Blitz rather than confront the painful truth: that perhaps all the fragile moments they had once shared had gone up in smoke along with everything else consumed by that fire.

             As they sat together, a heavy silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the busy streets. They shared that deeply personal moment, laying bare the unspoken truths and filling in the many gaps that had kept them apart for so long. For Fizzarolli, there was a pang of sadness that echoed in his chest, a sharp reminder of how much had been lost. Who could be so cruel as to sever such a bond ? His thoughts darted away from that painful notion, shifting instead to the heart of the matter. The yearning to explore the ‘what ifs’ consumed him—what if circumstances had been different ? What if they had navigated those treacherous waters together ?

           Fizzarolli had always imagined that when he fell in love, it would be with the imp who stood steadfastly at his side, who had been his anchor in a chaotic world. Blitz, with his fierce loyalty, had always shielded him from the multitude of freaks and troublemakers who threatened to invade their space. Their relationship was a tapestry woven with playful banter && teasing, but amidst all that lightheartedness lay a profound connection. As they swung from the trapeze, the knowledge that it was Blitz's hand reaching out, ready to catch him, filled Fizz's heart with warmth and a sense of security. In those moments, everything felt undeniably right, and the thought of what could have been tugged at the edges of his mind like a bittersweet melody.

            They would text each other every day, their conversations punctuated by an endless stream of memes that made them laugh and brightened their otherwise routine lives. They would never go weeks, or even months, without seeing one another, their connection too strong to allow for such long absences. If that had been the case, Fizz couldn't help but think, they wouldn't feel like strangers now, with awkward silences lingering between them. He stared at Blitz, a swirl of emotions dancing in his chest. If there hadn't been a rift between them, he wouldn’t feel so guarded, wrestling with the urge to let Blitz back into his life. Despite years spent in a haze of resentment, Fizz recognized the persistent thread of love he held for him, woven into the fabric of their shared history. 

         ❝ I think…❞ he began, his voice tinged with anxiety, as he shifted in his seat, his tail slowly unfurling—an unspoken sign of his willingness to open up. ❝ I think things would still be just as good as they are now. I just…I would have been able to have you by my side for all of it.❞ Each word hung in the air, heavy with possibility and yearning.

[micsmasmuses]

@discoinfernos liked for a Striker starter.

There’s a grin as he sees the imp again. Tail whipping about as his gaze narrows on him. Been a while since he’s seen that face. There’s a rattling from his tail as he inches closer. A rumbling hiss from his chest as he looks Blitz in the eyes.

“Well if it isn’t Blitzy, the last person I wanted to fuckin see.”