#heartsofhell

[mothvalentino]

@heartsofhell asked: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Val's glare only narrows at the question. He still doesn't trust Vox's assistant, someone who comes of this ordinary in hell has to be some kind of freak in secrecy. And the moth doesn't like how he looks at his partner either.

ཐིཋྀ "... what's your type?"

[infernalight]

@heartsofhell | continued

"I will mark you as mine as many different ways as I can. I don't want anyone touching you. Looking is okay but touching... without my permission? Out of the question."

[tangledfate]

@heartsofhell asked: Blush to have Fizz walk in on Blitz Changing

They’d just gotten back from a particularly messy job. Messy enough for Blitz to want to change. And maybe it was his fault for not checking to see if anyone was in his office–it wasn’t like Loona was very good about telling him. But he’d already stripped off his jacket and shirt before catching a familiar–albeit flustered–face.

“Do you mind?!” Okay so it wasn’t like it was really Fizz’s fault but it couldn’t be his either so here they were.

[queenbeeibee]

@heartsofhell liked for a slumber party starter!

It had been a quiet day in the palace, which should've been the first hint that something was about to go down. The morning had started off as usual - with clean-up from the previous night's party being priority number one. The staff had already been hard at work by the time Beelzebub came to join them, still in the pajamas she'd put on as the energy of last night's rendezvous had worn down. A quick glance into the main hall showed her that the various Imps and Hellhounds under her employ were worth every fucking soul spent - the way it looked now, you would never have known at least ten thousand people had been in the place less than twelve hours ago.

"Looking good, everyone!" The Queen of Gluttony crowed as she accepted an extra-large bottle filled with Red Bull (the only way to start the morning off right, and she was still off coffee for at least another five days - after all the Death Bitch Extra Strength she'd swallowed with Lucifer, a little coffee detox would be good for her) from a tallish Imp with a crooked horn. "This place will be in perfect shape for our party tonight. I'm thinking old fashioned Hollywood glam, switch things up a little. We'll have to put in a few orders for champagne-"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!!!!"

A squeaky little voice cut through Bee's next words, and she looked down to see a Hellhound with floppy ears and a bright green sweater dress running towards her. The hound's mane was in disarray and papers fluttered from her grasp even as she did her best to grab at them, panting heavily by the time she made it to her Queen. For a second there was only the sounds of her struggling to breathe as she bowed, a deep flush staining her cheeks crimson. "I'm- so- sorry to interrupt you! But, but Lord Asmodeus is at the door-"

"Ozzie?!" Bee hardly even waited for her to finish her sentence. She jumped straight into the air, her wings beating double-time as she hurried down the hall to the main doors. They were thrown open only seconds before she could crash into them, meaning that instead of coming face-to-face with deep-stained mahogany, she instead came face-to-chest with the Lord of Lust. "Ozzie! Fuck, bitch, it's been forever since you last came my way! C'mon in, we were just about to finish clean up and start on serving breakfast."

"...Ahaha...sweet as that is, Bee, I can't stay. Actually, I was hoping to ask a little favor. Y'see, my partner, Fizzarolli-"

"Oh yeah! Where is Fizzlesticks anyway, huh? I thought you two would be joined at the hip after that little display at Mammon's clown pageant." Pink eyes darted around, searching for any sign of the jester. "You did bring him, right? 'Cause I know I don't need to tell you that if Mams figures out he's alone, shit's gonna go down-"

"He's not alone. Actually, that's part of the favor. I was wondering if Fizz could stay with you for the next, oh.... twenty-four hours or so?" Asmodeus's eyes darted around the palace, his two smaller heads darting about in the flames of his mane. "If it's not any trouble, of course?"

"Trouble? Pssssssssh, nah! It's never any trouble. But, uh, Oz, you know he's gotta be here if you want me to keep an eye out on him-"

"If you'll let me go, I'll open the car door and let him out." Asmodeus's tone was dry, but his smile betrayed any annoyance he actually felt. Bee could feel her cheeks burning red as she let the taller Sin go, rolling her eyes as he reached for the car door. "You could've just asked, y'know, instead of bein' all cryptic-"

[faithcorrupted]

@heartsofhell continued from [x]

Angel moved his nose close against Adam and nuzzled him with a smile. He started to press sleepy kisses to Adam's jawline. "Uh huh. A day in bed with ya and nothin' else." He agreed. He let out a small giggle as his waist was squeeze. His smile instantly getting bigger from the attention.

His face quickly scrunched up at the others comment. "That's disgustin'. Ya don't need to share that detail." He grumbled. He sat himself up and crossed his arms. "Its too much detail, babes. Ya gotta learn to keep that stuff to yourself."

Adam let out a small moan as he enjoyed the feel of the sinners lips against his jawline. He could do with a day of nothing especially if Angel was involved.

He let his hand dropped down onto the mattress as he watched Angel sit himself up. "It's a natural body fluid, it gonna need to happen at some point babe." He pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling his back into his chest and pressed a kiss onto his shoulder blade. "I promise I won't bring it up again."

[celestialblaze]

@heartsofhell Starter for Vincent

She was having a rough day. Nothing was going right~!

Velvette tried and tried and tried and yet no matter what she fixed, something bloody new went wrong! It was getting to a point that she was frustrated and wanted to give up on her latest fashion line. And her frustrations hadn't gone unnoticed by Vox.

Every tantrum, every time she broke something or yelled, he had paid attention. But usually it tended to pass. Usually she fixed the issues and managed to push through. This time though, it was a whole new level she had unlocked. To the point his precious Velvette was about to give up. That wasn't like her.

So he did what he had to do. "Vincent!" he called his assistant, glancing over at the man once he had his attention. "Help Velvet today, I have the other things covered," he told the other male. Though he knew Vincent might need a little push. When it came to Velvette - most men tended to back off. If it wasn't her sass, it was her strong will or bitchiness that tended to make them too afraid to go anywhere near her. But he was sure his assistant would survive her.

"No arguments, I expect you to stop her from her break down," and without another word, Vox walked off leaving Vincent to his new fate - for the day.

Another growl and she was throwing a vase at one of the models. Her anger bubbling to the surface. "CAN NONE OF YOU DO ANY BLOODY THING RIGHT?! If I have to fucking rip you in half myself, I bloody will!" she shouted, her temper only seeming to rise more. Unaware that Vox had sent reinforcements her way.

This day was shaping up to be quite the nightmare for her.

[multigalaxymuses]

"I made you as a hat! Look how grumpy you look" Fizz beamed as he held up the balloon model. "You should wear it." (for alastor)

" this is a monstrosity. "

[waywardsculs-a2]

“I brought you some water.” (from Angel for velvette)

NOTICING TRAUMA // ACCEPTING

Really, part of her didn't quite understand what was going on. She didn't spend much time around Angel, usually off busy with her own work or drowning in anything to keep herself from thinking about much else - and that was by design. In the rare moment she wasn't preoccupied somehow her mind had begun to wander, thinking back over things she'd rather have forgotten ...

When the spider's voice snapped her free from the downward spiral, Velvette had to take a moment just to process properly. She was hesitant at first, but soon enough a hand reached out to take the glass from him, staring down at the clear liquid before a quiet sigh fell from her lips.

" ... You wanna hide out around here for a bit ? " Her tone was more gentle than usual before she took a sip, eyes closing as she continued. " Don't stress , if Val comes lookin' I'll tell 'im I didn't see you . I've got a hidden room in here he doesn't know about you can use to chill . "

[mothvalentino]

👗 (Angel?)

ཐིཋྀ "This one will go nicely with the black diamond boots."

[infernalight]

@addicted-to-poison asked: “ …you have got to admit, my jokes keep getting better. ” (for asmodeus. Imagine he's just put confetti cannons everywhere)

"Your jokes are great, Froggie." He said, hand moving to press to the top of his head. "Just promise me you're not going to do something crazy... like shooting yourself out of them." He's genuinely concerned, but he has a sneaking suspicion that what he just said is exactly what Fizzie has planned for them.

[tangledfate]

@heartsofhell asked: [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand (Vincent to Sallie May)

Sallie May was lost. She was MORE than lost. Here on a train layover to Imp City to visit her sister–figured she’d get a coffee or something while she waited–and now she can’t find her way back to the train station.

Fiddling with her phone to try and get directions–it couldn’t be too far right?–she didn’t see the sinner before she collided with him. Knocked off balance, she manages not to trip but her phone isn’t so lucky, landing unbroken with a clatter, she’s going to reach for it before another hand gets to it first.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’ I–” Whatever else she was going to say faltered as he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Flustering her to a blush before he turned her hand over and set the phone in her grasp.

“Oh…oh my…thank you...?”

[radioiaci]

"You do not get anything of the sort," came Alastor's dry reply to the teasing. He would not get used to Angel's consistent intrusion into his personal space, even when it was only a verbal intrusion. Still ridiculous.

He seemed to properly appraise Angel's current outfit, however. Deciding that no, the usual assortment of pinks and whites was not quite the appearance that he wanted to go with. It seemed a little too... soft and tender for his liking. Instead, Alastor brought his hand up into a snap that gave that outfit a bit of a refresh. Going for black was a better thought. The other demon would be re-dressed from top to bottom into a far more fitting color palette, though the style itself was not too different from what he was already wearing.

Just a few extra touches here and there with some gold accents for some flair.

"Much better!" He stated aloud when he seemed rather pleased with what he'd managed. It was not on outfit that was on par with anything that Velvette might throw together for him, of course - Alastor was no fashion demon - but it was suitable. It was, after all, just a meeting, rather than an event.

Angel nodded with a smile. "Behave, gotcha. Do I get a good boy from ya if I do?" He teased. He really had no interest in politics but getting to stand there and be intimidating really was exciting. It seemed much better than laying around feeling shit. It'd been so long since he'd done it. So of course he couldn't help but perk up.

"Red ain't the only colour ya wear. I could wear black. Make it look like I actually work for ya if ya want to sell that image. Unless ya happy with this." Angel gave a twirl of his usual outfit for Alastor.

[scoundrelofwrath]

@heartsofhell liked for a Striker

"What's with the full on clown costume..?" Something had always been sitting wrong with Striker seeing others dressed up as clowns. Looked fucking stupid as Hell to him. "Is it so others can see yer a fucking joke or what?"

[e-m-p-error]

🦴 (for angel)

Send 🦴 For Valentino To Call Your Muse A "Good Boy/Girl!"

[ Valentino ]

"You've been doing so good today, Bichito!" Valentino's praise was rare, surely.

It had been hard getting him into the studio today. All he'd wanted to do was lay around his room and drink himself to sleep. His cheeks glowed lightly, a faint pink, as did his hands and fur. It was so noticeable on his hands. Anyone who knew him knew that he'd been crying, and it was easy to assume it was another breakup with Vox.

"Daddy's good boy, right?" Digging a hand into Angel's hair, he gently smoothed it back before cupping the back of his head. His breath reeked of sugar and booze as he brought the other in for a surprisingly soft, careful kiss. After a second or two, he pulled back.

"I need you tonight. My room..." Usually, that meant sex, but if he was already drunk, then Angel was in the running for getting sad, drunken moth cuddles, "I'm not asking."

[bxrningembers]

Your muse as a cupcake

Sir Pentious

Valentino

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[bxrningembers]

"My apologies, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. Though you no doubt have figured out my own ties to your... former friend." He stated, noting the past tense in which Fizzarolli spoke. It sounded as if they were very close indeed and that whatever had possessed Blitzo to do what he did, it had tainted those once fond memories.

"So your friendship ended when he blew you up the first time? Mmm... I wonder if that is why he gave up his dream..." Stola thought as the flash of a memory of him and Blitzo as children popped into his mind. Blitzo saying how he was going to be the ringmaster of his own huge circus. The a more recent memory of Blitzo telling him it was just "Blitz" now and that he was a hitman for hire.

"He once told me he had wanted to be a ringmaster of a huge circus... but when I met him again much later he said he'd given that up, was just Blitz now and... you know what he does for a living now I'm sure." Stolas stated, though he wasn't completely sure if that was the case. It sounded like there were still missing pieces to this puzzle and Fizzarolli may not be aware of Blitzo's current career.

"I think... I may know something of that... was this by chance not too long ago at Lululand?" He asked, recalling something farmilar in one of these incidents.

"what do you need me to do to make you feel better? " (for stolas from fizz)

"Quite kind of you, Fizzarolli." He sighed softly. His feathers ruffled slightly as the troubled frown refused to leave his face. Many thought the life of a royal was glamorous and care free. Full of fancy parties, fine dining and free of hardships. While some of that was true, they paid a price that was different for it. Their hardships weren't gone, merely different than what others endured.

In his case, He hadn't been allowed to love who he wanted to. Trapped in a marriage to a woman that hated him from the start and he found most unbearable. He tried to make it work for the sake of his family and to make his father proud. He had endured it as long as he could but with his daughter reaching maturity he was no longer obligated. Divorcing his wife he thought he was free and that things would fall into place.

It was not that easy, however. To Blitzy, Blitzo... this was a contract of sex and lust in exchange for the use of his grimoire. He did not expect Fizzarolli to solve his problems, but...

"You and Blitzy used to work at the same circus as children, yes? I remember seeing you both proformer." He started. He had been a young owllette at the time, but he was drawn to Blitzo immediately. How much did he really know about Blitzo beyond the time they had spent together as kids at his father's bidding? It was time he tried to learn more, and Blitzy was not likely to share anything about himself. "If you wouldn't mind it, I would like to know more about you time together growing up. I think if I understood things about Blitzy better, that would help a lot." He said, forcing a bit of a smile for the star proformer.