#visage-of-hell

[holyfurnace]

👀 + "I wanna see what else that bitchy lil' mouth is good for ... Hmm. Maybe get you bent over when you're already spent, sweaty and bloody after a good fight ... see if you still got enough spirit left in ya to keep me entertained..." (A Vizzy & Lute hatefuck fantasy? It's more likely than you think! XD)

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let’s see how my muse responds.

Lute's face flushed gold in mostly anger, the angel sneering and trying to subtly smooth down some feathers that had puffed up at the suggestion. "Oh, please. Like you'd ever get me in that position, demon." She growled through gritted teeth, trying and failing miserably to force the idea out of her mind.

[sirserpentine]

@visage-of-hell answered: / Blood Ball

Drink in hand, the hellhound swiftly turned at the sound of a familiar voice. "Pennyyyyy! Well, damn, aren't you lookin' especially handsome tonight." With a coy wink, she paused to take a sip of her wine before giving the snake demon a broad smile. "I'll admit, these types of events aren't usually my scene, but ... I'm all about new experiences! And this has been surprisingly nice. Different, but nice! How 'bout you? I'm guessing stuff like this is probably a lot more familiar for you than it would be for me, given the time period ya came from."

"Now, Madame is too kind to me!" Pentious objected playfully. He had a swig of his own drink and nodded along to Visage's words, appreciating the hellhound's bravery. Perhaps quite literally waltzing into this hall must've been to her akin to the first time Pentious had ever slithered into a rave. Terrifying, but fascinating.

"That's nice to hear, dear. And you would be right about that," he said, giving an admiring glance around the splendour of their surroundings.

"I don't think I appreciated these things enough in life, at least from what I recall. I'm glad to be able to make up for the lost time. And speaking of which-"

He held out his clawed hand and bowed.

"May I have the next danccce, Madame?"

[fastestfingersinhell]

@visage-of-hell

Suddenly, Nico feels as if a powerful presence is following him... Nah.

[weirdlookindog]

Édouard Chimot (1880–1959) - Le visage humain, 1922

illustration for Henri Barbusse's novel ' L'Enfer'

[carlyraejepsans]

sleebover

[sirserpentine]

"Oh yes indeed! I waltzed and tangoed in life like a proper gentleman, and occasionally, with the influence of my lack of feet and some lovely friends I have at current, I am known to 'vogue' as well!" Pentious snickered, his voice quite loud and giddy at this point.

"Oh, Miss, is there something in your eye? I can get you a t-tish-tissue," he then said to Jynx, fangs protruding from the soft "o" shape of his mouth. Then moments later than expected, as usual, he realised the gesture given to him and almost spilled his drink onto the table. "Oh, right, we're winking again! I am winking too," he announced, doing as he said in a decidedly exaggerated fashion, winking at the feline as if his life depended on it. Damn, it was hard to wink under pressure. He was flustered. It was hot in here. Jynx was hot- NO!!

"EEEH, how about I take you ladies out for a spin right now? Why wait for Wednesday, who gives a sssshit about days of the week here, this is Hell, no day holier than the other, we'll be here for eternity! And my bum is well and entirely fallen asleep by now, enough sitting, I say!" he said, jumping up and offering a hand, one for each lovely lady he had the pleasure of spending his evening with.

Now this revelation had both women very intrigued. Visage's already impish grin widened to include a mouthful of fangs. "Waaaaait, whaaaaaat...? Penny dances? Oh, hell fuckin' yes!" Jynx seemed even more excited at the idea, leaning in closer in her seat in the snake's direction. "Now that I can't wait to see. I'm a sucker for a sinner with ... moves." Oh, there was no mistaking the flirtatious nature of that tone, but if there was any lingering doubt ... the playful wink she gave him after made the intent abundantly clear. This didn't go unnoticed by the Overlord, either, and she found it endearing. Chuckling to herself, she downed the remainder of her drink and set the empty glass down on the coffee table.

[hotdrinks]

[ID: A photo of a brown tabby kitten laying on a blanket. End ID]

I never updated Tumblr but there's a new animal in my house (his name is Teddy)

[crowhoonter]

The Moon Presence holds a special place in my heart in terms of souls games final bosses because of the sheer what the fuckness of it all. All of the other final bosses have some kind of build up; Dark Souls can't go one minute without mentioning Gwyn, Nashandra and Aldia are major figures in Ds2's lore, the Soul of Cinder, while never directly alluded to is another example of the converging of time and space in 3, Isshin plays a large part in Sekiro's story, and Radagon is a major lore character with Elden Beast being pretty easy to clock as a manifestation of the Greater Will.

Flora, the Moon Presence, though? She comes out of nowhere. There are maybe two lines alluding to her existence at all, those being the workshop umbilical cord and the lecture hall note. The closest you otherwise get is the references to the terrible hunter's dream, which doesn't immediately conjure the idea of her to mind.

Even better we don't even know what she really wants. Oh sure, there are plenty of theories and inferences we can make. Maybe she uses Hunters like hitmen to prevent infant great ones from threatening her, maybe she's keeping a natural order running, maybe she wants to spread the beast plague, maybe she wants to prevent mankind's evolution, maybe she just plain loves violence. In the end though, its all still maybes. Girly walks on in and her mere existence changes so much about the story, yet she refuses to elaborate on anything.

Another very interesting aspect is, and this is probably a somewhat baseless observation, we don't really know what she is. Everywhere else in the game, Great Ones have some line of text associating them with that status. Oedon, Baby Mergo, Kos, Amygdala, The Brain of Mensis, Ebrietas. All of them have text somewhere that directly refers to them with that moniker, but Flora? Nowhere will you find something calling her a great one. Hell, in the Japanese translation, she is called "Moon Demon." It is probably safe and the intended inference that she is a great one, but the thought she might not be does tickle me nonetheless.

Then there is her role in the story. The Great Ones are said to be sympathetic in spirit, and there definitely is a part of her that echoes that sentiment. The way she cradles the hunter is like that of a mother holding a child, yet she seems to be a lot more manipulative than the Great Ones we see in game. They typically cause suffering not by tricking or making deals, but by being unaware of how they affect the world with their actions. Getting picked up by Amygdalae seems like a curious child picking up a lizard, unaware that they are hurting it. Flora though, there does seem to be a certain level of maliciousness beyond accidental. Gehrman's pain and suffering is clear to see, yet she keeps him chained to the dream because of whatever bargain he made (presumably animating the Doll). She does the same to the hunter should you forgo the umbilical cords. She also doesn't seem to want a surrogate like other Great Ones, maybe settling for keeping humans as pets rather than having an actual child.

She really is one of the best Fromsoft final bosses because of the sheer strangeness and the wrench her presence throws into the game's story. We can get a concept of most of Bloodborne's story with a bit of interpretation and reading between the lines, but she will forever be an enigma. For what purpose did Laurence and Gehrman summon her? Why is she seemingly not worshiped unlike other Great Ones? Does she desire a surrogate or are humans pets good enough? We may never know, and that is wonderful.

Stay enigmatic queen, live your freak life

[revvethasmythh]

actually very obsessed with laudna like. i want to wield delilah as a weapon. i always admired noble ladies and wanted to be like them. delilah took my life so now i will use hers. i don't want to stop giving her power. i almost look exactly like her now, even

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Sleepover

[ducktastic-dad]

lucifer's krampus "outfit" for vox's christmas jamboree event ! and if you asked him ━ no, he isn't naked. he's wearing a belt. ( he's ken-dolled okay it's FINE don't @ me. )

[primegrim]

i love my dottir so much , look at HER ! ! !

[sirserpentine]

The anxiety Pentious had felt ever since picking up his bouquets was gone by the time when Jynx exclaimed in delight. He felt a relieved exhale decompress his entire body, and he leaned his cheek towards the other Sinner for more room to plant her courteous peck. His hood flared from a fluster and he brought his hands together to fiddle with as Jynx stepped back.

"I am glad they were to your liking, my Dear," the serpent said, a lopsided smile widening over his mouth. Jynx's effervescent energy was charming. It lit up the room in a way only the most elegant contraptions could.

The following question had the serpent nod eagerly.

"Y-yes, My Lady, quite so," Pentious replied. Every day in the hotel was full of excitement and mingling he wasn't used to, but he had still found himself counting days and hours to when he could visit Visage's club again. He didn't know many contemporary songs, but he was sure he would enjoy watching both Visage and Jynx performing to their cheeky hearts' content.

"If you sing as effortlessly as you dance, Lady Jynx, I am certainly in for an enchanting performance," he praised, flicking back his hood so it wouldn't hang in his way.

The triple-eyed feline couldn't help but chuckle at the way the poor serpent all but tripped over himself as he rose from his seat, adding to the sort of 'bumbling charm' that had made him so memorable. There was no mistaking the way all her eyes lit up, however, at the sight of the bouquet, one of her hands coming up to her mouth. "Penny...!" Jynx gasped, caught completely unawares by the traditionally romantic gesture so heavily laden with supportive symbolism. "They're just gorgeous!" Gently taking the flowers with one hand, her other curved around both of the snake's shoulders to pull him in close enough to plant a heartfelt kiss to his scaled cheek. "I'm definitely gonna be keeping this on my dresser in my dressing room here, so I can admire these beauties each day I come into work. Just stunning!" The feline crooked a brow at her employer impishly. "Did you know about this?!" Visage shook her head with a broad smile of her own before gesturing towards the new decoration that adorned the back of the bar counter. "Nope, I got one, too! A real lovely and well thought-out lil' surprise." "Ooooo, I love those!" A small playful pout was directed towards the cherub behind the bar as Jynx's mawed tail swished restlessly. "Could you set mine up like that, too, so I can put 'em in my room later, Sidi?! Pwetty-pweeeeease!" Then came the exaggerated batting of the eyelashes to complete the over-the-top display. Insidia almost seemed to physically recoil at the sight. "Ugh, fine! Anything to getcha to stop lookin' at me like that!" With some good-natured grumbling under her breath, she started looking for another empty booze bottle that would serve as an appropriate makeshift vase. Both women's attention came back to Sir Pentious, all smiles and playful winks. "Sooooo ... excited for toniiiiiight...?" the feline teased.

[phasewashere]

i need to write vdm

[insurged]

the soulless eyes, the expressions (¯▿¯)

[holyfurnace]

Well, that was a waste of time. Lute had spent several minutes listening into conversations before coming to the conclusion that none of the creatures in here knew anything. A thin scowl cutting across her face, she shoved past the demon she'd just been observing to head outside with an annoyed growl.

Reaching into her pocket as she pushed out through the door, the disguised angel pulled out a flask and took a long drink- scowling deeper for a second at the weak wine of Heaven that was inside- before spreading her wings, preparing to go find a new place to investigate.

The disguised Exorcist's focus on idle gossip was enough to of a distraction, it seemed, for the lupine Overlord to track the source of the scent towards one of the back isles, silvered eyes locking onto her target with malice. It certainly didn't look like her, but her nose was never wrong--somehow, it was Lute. Tempting, to grip her by the neck and slam her into the nearest display case head-first, right there and then, but ... a situation like this demanded patience. She had to bide her time. Keeping a cautionary distance so as not to make her stalking obvious, Visage pretended to be browsing the selection of drinks in the cold locker while actually using the reflection in the glass to continue her observation. She would wait until the Exorcist took her leave--only then would she make her move.