Do You Have Any Helloween Plans? Parties? Maybe A Costume?

Do you have any Helloween plans? Parties? Maybe a costume? 🎃

From the mun: I do! Am going on two short trips leading up to it. One will be a day trip that starts with something whimsical and ends with something borderline brutal, one will probably be the most miserable overnight trip I've done in a long time because the location that time of year is just like ah yes you wanted Expert Mode, right? I'm stoked for both. Am also going to a private burlesque event, which is always a lot of fun. Then on Halloween itself I will probably be hidden somewhere in the dark, playing spooky music on a flute, hoping to inspire a nightmare or two xD

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For Blitz:

"You mean am I going back to Verosika's annual Fuck Blitzo party?" he asked. The words left a bitter taste in his mouth and he had to resist the urge to growl, clenching his fists. "Fuck that. I'm going to go get a shit ton of candy, a slingshot, and run around on Earth launching at at those little fuckers. Humans want their sweet crack? Snickers, or Starburst, or whatever? They gotta catch it."

He probably wasn't really going to go run around in the living world on Halloween and he knew it. So, after a moment, Blitz huffed, folded his arms, and leaned his head back with a quiet, warm little chuckle. "Nah. Fuck the living world. I'm going on a BDSM club crawl. Already signed up and everything. Sounds like it's gonna be a pretty fancy event this year, and I'm kinda looking forward to it.

"How 'bout you, Keenie? What are you up to?"

"I can sorry the fuck outta people! Just you watch! I sorried Fizz so hard he cried! And I can sorry more people, everyone but you! 'Cause I don't owe you dick!"

HELLUVA BOSS 2.09 - Apology Tour

Fuck. Fuck, that rejection had been quick and complete. Blitz stood there for a moment, watching her go and just--fuck. Trying to process. What had he done wrong? Was it the affection behind the kiss? Behind all of this? Was she just embarrassed that he'd kissed her in front of people? His face burned in shame at the thought, memories of Ozzie's returning the humiliation all over again. A hand pulled away then, a body shoved away now. Was it really so different? People might want him in private, but in public...?

No. Fuck that. Blitz shut that thought down, reminding himself of everything he was starting to understand, all the little pieces he was starting to put together about her. Sure, it wasn't the whole picture, and he probably had put some pieces in the wrong places, but this woman? This woman was hurting inside. She was fighting to, what? Be left alone to suffer?

Was that what she really wanted?

If so, maybe there was a solution. Not a big solution, it wouldn't get them talking, because he wasn't about to spring serious emotional topics on someone during an S&M scene, but maybe it would help her. Maybe it would help them.

Blitz hurried to catch up. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the wrist to turn her to him--then immediately came up with a new plan. They were so damn close to the wall, he just pushed her against it. Not hard, and he sure as hell deserved a knee to the groin for it, but god damn it, he was going to fight, not beg, because if he begged with her? Visage was going to walk. She was going to let the darkness within rush up and take her, whatever it was from, whatever had happened, and she might never come out. So although this kind of roughness wasn't usually how he even considered treating his partners who were women, especially the ones who had been assigned female identifies at birth? He was doing it now. Holding her pinned, looking up, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Do you want to be punished, Viz? Is that what--"

No. Don't ask the rest of that, he told himself. If he asked it, she'd slam whatever part of her heart maybe wasn't already closed and locked. Stick to the filth. Stick to the physical. He shook his head, trying for a safer tactic. Well, emotionally safer for her--hopefully safe enough. Fuck, even if he couldn't do anything else for her, maybe he could give her this? A night of just goddamn surrendering, of stepping outside her pain?

Punishment she didn't deserve, for some crime she had probably never committed, but punishment he'd offer gladly if it would ease any of that ache that was slowly but surely fucking killing her, unless he was extremely fucking mistaken about what was happening with his baby.

So, forcing his tone to warm into something more playful and less emotional, Blitz shook his head.

"Couldn't figure it out at first, why you've been the way you have. But then I realized, maybe you're trying to show me you want to play. Maybe... you're being a brat. Looking for punishment. And maybe tonight, once you're free? You text me, I send you an address, and you show up, ready to check out for the night. We'll talk boundaries, I'll tell you..." The spade of his tail slid up her side, every bit as strong and dexterous as one of his hands, before slipping around her waist, "what I want to do to you. And for once, you don't think. Or feel. Or worry. You just let me blindfold you, and be there. Be my very, very good Visage."

Be mine and I will do anything and everything for you. Whatever it takes. Will a night of forgetting help you learn to trust me? Will it help you breathe, give you a moment of peace, away from the memories of Dhallia?

The sound of fast-approaching boot falls soon contrasted against the beat of the music strongly enough to warn the hellhound of Blitz's approach ... but not before he was already upon her, her head snapping up from her blank stare towards the table. Before she could even react, he was pulling her into a deep kiss that left her feeling emotionally concussed. Oh, they had shared more than a few hot and heavy kisses throughout their time together, it was true, but this ... was something entirely new that she didn't know how to process. This wasn't raw desire, this was something far more earnest ... and she once again found herself caught between painful longing and the instinctive need to run. This was danger ... this was vulnerability ... this was more than she deserved. Not from him, not from anyone. Not ever again. She'd had her chance and it was gone now. And you only have yourself to blame. It cut her like a knife to do it, but she sighed and shifted him off her lap while simultaneously sliding out of the booth to get to her feet, an expression somewhere pained grimace and an annoyed scowl creasing her lupine features. "Didn't I tell you that I'd call you after I got off work tonight...?" Too close. He was far too close. Physically, emotionally, in every conceivable way--down into the very marrow of her bones that did nothing but serve to further weigh down an anguished soul that was already far too heavy for any sane person to carry. To withdraw was a mercy, Visage convinced herself. Blitz only wanted her because he had yet to see the real her. The wounded wretch cowering pitifully beneath the badass party girl facade that everyone expected of her. It was better this way. It had to be this way. And yet... ...Even as she found herself starting to turn to walk towards the rear exit of the club--already mentally mapping her escape route towards the hallway that held the front door to her 'apartment'--some weak sentimental piece of her couldn't help but hope against all hope that even in the face of this rejection ... he would follow. For even as every cell in her body screamed 'Run and don't look back,' there remained the quietest of whispers, fragile and pleading, murmuring 'Don't give up on me.'

A certain owl is going to pepper Blitz's face in soft and fleeting kisses! The final one landing right in the middle of his forehead upon his marking! And then he will retreat back to his tasks.

Blitz batted playfully at the first few kisses, then laughed and closed his eyes and turned his face up to them--without even realizing he had also stretched his body up as much as he could and was standing on the tips of his hooves, trying to get as close to Stolas's kisses as possible.

When Stolas relented and retreated, Blitz didn't bother actually returning to what he himself had been doing. Instead, he flopped down onto the ground, tucked his arms and legs in, and started wiggling around, scratching his back on the floor without a single fucking regret. Stolas was the only other one here, and Stolas? Stolas was allowed to see him without any walls or pretensions. The kiss peppering had been so fucking sweet, and left the imp a little over-stimulated; getting some scritches out like that helped.

That done, he relaxed, flopped onto his side, and gave a big, contented sigh as he just watched Stolas with adoring eyes.

I want Ghostfuckers to come out just for the chance to see Blitz in this fit, serving so much rizz that it should be illegal.

That's it, that's the post.

I feel so freaking foggy today--yay concussion, ugh--and don't really have the capacity to write, I don't think. Definitely not to edit or format anything (I do most drafts on my phone but they look like Blitz's worst attempts). I'm so sorry, I know it's been a slump on both of my blogs. But! I'm feeling a little better now than this morning, like I can turn my head without getting this weird little soft wave of dizziness, so am gonna sit at the computer for a while and work on clearing out the inbox.

Guys again I am so, so sorry for not getting out starters and replies to starters. I love you fuckers. I am just apparently halfway broken. Don't get concussions, this is dumb.