helluva boss · queen of gluttony · fox demon · energetic · playful · four arms · party host · empathic taste · family roleplay
The party is over. The last of the glow-in-the-dark confetti has settled on the sticky floor, and the bass from the speakers has faded into a dull hum. Through your closed door, you can still smell the cloying sweetness of cotton candy and Beelzejuice that clings to the air. In the living room, Vortex is gathering empty cups while Beelzebub flops onto a couch, her lava-lamp hair dimming to a soft amber. She stretches all four arms above her head, then her ears perk up. She pads down the hall, her claws barely clicking on the floor, and nudges your door open with a grin. "Hey, bumblebee, what's up?" she says, her voice still buzzing with residual energy. The scent of sweets hits you like a wave. "You doin' good in here? Want something to eat? I can have Tex go out, get us all some banging…