#♡ ⸺ ic / fizzarolli.

[fizzingfrenzy]

" Vox-tech is so overrated, if you ask me. "

[burning-fcols]

“Why do you still follow me? Why do you still worship me?” ( 👀 For in between earlier stuff? MammonFizz ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Fizz isn’t sure if this is a genuine concern or if Mammon just wants to hear them say what is already known. Insecurity doesn’t feel like an emotion the Deadly Sin is capable of. If he’s ever experienced it, Fizz certainly doubts they’ve been witness to it. Unapologetic in a way that some might find exhausting, Fizzarolli always admired the clown’s brashness. His utter confidence in himself, whether it was earned or not. Rose-colored as their gaze may be, even they had to admit to… doubts creeping in from time to time. Wondering if the faith they put into Mammon should be as pure as they fervently insisted.

But, wavering as even the most desperate faith could be, Fizz clung to their hero nonetheless. NEEDING to have something, someone certain in the utter chaos of their life. Even if that certainty is circumstantial, they have remained in Mammon’s good graces long enough to feel somewhat comfortable again. Risk is far greater than it was when they only had to worry about falling from grace in a meager Imp Circus, but at least the main event only happens once a year. It’s easy enough to stay on top of the merchandise deals, performing in other venues, jumping through whatever hoops Mammon requires of them. Once a year, THAT’S when the Deadly Sin feels more… intense. Like one mistake could finally be the mistake.

But until it’s time to truly prove themself again, they ought to be able to keep from ruining everything… Even if questions like THIS send an apprehensive chill down their spine, Fizz debating between offering comfort or flattery. Settling on the safer ( if still truthful ) option, the Imp focuses on themself. Their shortcomings as they echo near-constant thoughts. ❝ Because... I owe everything to you. ❞ Tail loosely wraps around themself, Fizz fighting against the instinctive show of unease. ❝ Why would I ever stop, after what you've helped me become? What you've turned me into. ❞ Words are somberly breathed, Fizz's gaze downcast, ❝ Before I met you... I was NOTHING. I didn't even fully realize it at the time. How pathetic I was. ❞

Fizz had always suspected. Had known on some subconscious level how they could never escape the shackles of their situation... but like a fool, they dared to hope otherwise. Spurred on by the words of someone they thought cared about them to the point of BELIEVING it too. Pretty lies that, painful as it was, led Fizz to the less glamorous truth. Fizz will never truly be more than a mere broken Imp... but they can still strive to get as close as possible. Close enough to fool others into thinking they are. Sometimes, they wonder if even Mammon has been fooled.

Or if he's just as good at putting on a show as they are.

❝ I've always worshipped you. Was inspired by you... and getting the chance to be here— with you putting as much faith into me as you do... I was right to do so. I know it. ❞ Sounding as though they're talking to someone else— a lingering scar from their past that isn't around to hear it —tail firmly wraps around themself, arms following suit as they vehemently spat, ❝ If I'm going to follow anyone, it's YOU. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[forever-at-rest-muses]

Muses;

ic Blitzø;; 𝕽𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖔 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗

ic Stolas Goetia;; ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭

ic Fizzarolli;; 𝒥𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

ic Stella Goetia;; 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕

ic Charlie Morningstar;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

ic Angel Dust;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁'𝓈 𝒯♡𝓅 𝐵❤𝓉𝓉❤𝓂

ic Valentino;; 𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞

ic Alastor Hartfelt;; 🅳🅾🅽'🆃 🆃🆄🆁🅽 🆃🅷🅰🆃 🅳🅸🅰🅻

ic Vox;; TᖇᑌᔕT ᐯO᙭TEᑕᕼ

[fizzingfrenzy]

" L-look, I dunno what to tell you guy! You could probably make a better living workin' for Ozzie than the whole killing thing. Just saying. " Well that's one way to word a compliment.

Can people stop being horny for him for FIVE SECONDS?

[d0enti]

𝘿𝙤𝙢𝙞'𝙨 :: 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙡 | 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰

hello darling~! let's start the april with some fluff shall we?

⊹ please note that fluffpril only includes fluff, if you looking for anything else like angst or comfort you won't find it here

⊹ status :: completed !!

જ⁀➴ fluffpril masterlist.

⊹ important :: most of the characters were chosen using a wheel, so if you think the theme doesn't fit them then that's why. but I also tried to spin it as many times till I got one that I though fit.

⊹ some characters might be oc, only because they were written before more info came out of them, for example Helluva boss or Hazbin hotel

1. april ♡ cuddles

honkai star rail― Dang Heng,Herta,Sparkle

2. april ♡ puppies and kittens

hazbin hotel― Cherri Bomb

3. april ♡ rainy day snuggles

hunter x hunter― Leorio,Killua

4. april ♡ bubble baths and bubbles

genshin impact― Mona,Yelan,Furina,Kokomi

5. april ♡ picnic in the park

milgram― Amane,Haruka,Muu,Fuuta

6. april ♡ morning coffee and hugs

hazbin hotel― Vaggie,Rosie,Alastor,Vox

7. april ♡ suprise love notes

project sekai― wxs

8. april ♡⁠ dancing in the moonlight

hunter x hunter― Feitan,Shizuku,Illumi

9 .april ♡⁠ breakfast in bed

project sekai― Minori,Mizuki

10 .april ♡⁠ stargazing

genshin impact―Tighnari,Kirara,Kaveh,Shenhe

11 .april ♡⁠ handwritten letters

honkai star rail― Jing yuan,Gepard,Dang Heng, Welt

12 .april ♡⁠ flower crowns

milgram― Fuuta,Haruka,Mikoto,Shidou

13 .april ♡⁠ movie night

the amazing digital circus― the cast

14 .april ♡⁠ homemade cookies

helluva boss― Millie,Fizzmodeus

15 .april ♡⁠ adventure in nature

project sekai― n25

16 .april ♡⁠ silly jokes

helluva boss― Fizzarolli,Blitzo

17 .april ♡⁠ lazy morning

hunter x hunter― Killua

18 .april ♡⁠ warm hugs

hunter x hunter― Gon,Killua

19 .april ♡⁠ blanket fort

honkai star rail― Trailblazer,Luka,March 7th

20 .april ♡⁠ love songs

helluva boss― Moxxie,Stolas,Fizzmodeus

21 .april ♡⁠ surprise date

milgram― Mahiru

22 .april ♡⁠ pillow fights

honkai star rail― Guinaifen

23 .april ♡⁠ ice cream

toliet bound hanako kun― Aoi

24 .april ♡⁠ pajama party

hunter x hunter― Alluka

25 .april ♡⁠ writing love poems

genshin impact― Venti

26 .april ♡⁠ painting

hunter x hunter― Killua,Gon,Leorio,Kurapika

27 .april ♡⁠ dancing in the rain

project sekai― vbs

28 .april ♡⁠ water balloons

milgram― Amane,Yuno,Mahiru,Kazui

29 .april ♡⁠ spa day

milgram― Yuno,Es

30 .april ♡⁠ karaoke night

hunter x hunter― Killua

[angel-fxced]

" yeah? " @fizzarolli

[burning-fcols]

strcies: 

"y'know what, fine. you can make breakfast this time." the larger demon huffs momentarily, shoulder slumping as he comes to pinch his brow. sure, memories of the previous incident were still fresh within his mind, the scent of burning eggs and bacon stuck in the castle walls for days. but those dreaded puppy dog eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but alas, the king of lust wasn't immune to the imp's temptations. "i'll allow it, but ONLY if i accompany you AND if you follow all of my instructions perfectly. you got that, fizzy frog?" / @burning-fcols liked for a helluva boss starter.

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Wait— Really? ❞ Surprised out of his puppy dog plead, big unmerciful eyes slip into bewildered blinking. Legs retracting so the jester stands at his normal height, a small disbelieving laugh slips past his smile, ❝ You're serious? This isn't some kinda joke? ❞ Ozzie isn't the kind of person to dangle a desire in front of Fizz and NOT deliver, but Fizz still hadn't gone into this conversation actually expecting to win. For good reason. His last attempt had been a horrendous failure.

Life in the circus hadn't prepared Fizz for the challenge of homemade cooking. His enthusiastic but impulsive technique hadn't made it any easier. Throwing all sorts of interesting embellishment into the pan, things had already been going poorly— even if Fizz wasn't aware —before he poured something apparently flammable into the concoction. He can't remember much between the sudden burst of FIRE and the flames thankfully dying down on their own accord. Fizz had come back to reality, sat on the kitchen floor— guessing he must have stumbled backward —fighting to catch his breath, to recall where he was and WHAT he was doing.

Hastily moving back to the pan before he could be found dazed on the ground, Fizz had been left with nothing but blackened, probably-poisonous disaster and a smell that refused to leave the castle for days... NOW it's his chance to redeem himself! Especially after the trouble he caused last time Ozzie let him have his way. But breakfast is far less of an ordeal than going outside. He can handle breakfast.

Right?

❝ Sure thing, Big Daddy! ❞ Chimes an enthusiastic reply, Fizz giving two thumbs up. Giggling giddily, he twirls himself around the Sin so his cheek can nuzzle into Ozzie's. Purring as he pushes against his partner, he playfully chirps, ❝ I'm gonna make the most perfect breakfast that's ever slid down that perfect throat. Trust me, you'll be BEGGING me to cook again. ❞ Nevermind that success will be because he's following Asmodeus's instructions to the letter. Progress is progress, and sometimes- that means accepting help. Fizz learned that a long time ago.

Unwrapping so he's comfortably draped across the Sin's shoulders, he points in the direction of the kitchen with a boisterous, ❝ Onward, Ozzie! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[burning-fcols]

"Wouldn't that be GREAT, Blitzo?!" Fizzarolli's eyes light up after the conversation he had with Cash earlier. He's only just now decided to knock over Blitz in a hug while spilling the details. "We could spend every day together if your dad does adopt me!" ( I'm yeeting this first from him. ;w; for the past stuff ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Knocked over with a startled curse by his best friend, Blitzo groans and rubs his head to ease the throbbing as he sits upright. But upcoming headache is abruptly FORGOTTEN thanks to Fizz's enthusiastic news. Blitzo is barely able to choke down an incredulous ❝ What?? ❞ for fear of the other taking it the wrong way. Truthfully, it would not be great. In fact, Fizz being adopted would be one of the least greatest things to ever happen to the struggling clown. Right behind his family finally getting sick of him and only slightly better than Hell imploding in on itself...

Actually, Blitzo is on the fence about that one. If Hell did spontaneously combust, wiping everyone within out of existence, he wouldn't have to deal with his gut-wrenching crush. That doesn't sound like such a bad trade... Especially with Fizz throwing out the idea of these sanity-shattering feelings being directed at a new brother. He has enough emotional complexes to work through already without adding that tasty porno plot to the mix.

❝ Yeeeeah, Fizz... That would be awesome. ❞ Blitzo bluffs in a drawn-out voice, flashing a strained smile at his best friend and unwitting tormentor. It's not Fizz's fault he doesn't realize how it's driving Blitzo insane simply having him THIS close. It's not as if Blitzo is stingy about contact. There's just something different about being the one instigating it and having Fizz shove his face so close with no warning. Fingers twitch before claws DIG into the dirt in an attempt to keep from moving away from Fizz. Not wanting his friend to suspect anything is wrong, Blitzo forces himself to continue with an ❛ easy-going ❜ laugh, ❝ You know I'm never gonna say no to spending more time with you! ❞

It's true... Torturous as it is and, in some aspect, ALWAYS has been to be around Fizz, Blitzo wouldn't trade the other's company for the world. As much as his stomach might churn as the years go by, no amount of discomfort could match the way he used to feel before Fizzarolli entered his life. Seems like he's doomed to deal with a tightness in his chest no matter how much things improve. Happiness intimately intertwined with misery, Blitzo tries to shrug off the sobering thought.

❝ But uh, are you sure you want to be adopted by MY dad? ❞ Blitzo asks, quirking a brow as he genuinely inquires, ❝ He's kinda shitty... ❞ Not that Fizz needs to be INFORMED of that. Even if he doesn't experience the full brunt of Cash's charm— if anything, he's treated better than Blitzo could ever dream of being —it's not as if Blitzo's dad is subtle in how he treats his son. 「 ☆ 」

[fizzingfrenzy]

@hcppyhotel said: i miss them. i miss them so much. / blitz to fizz !

He knows that tone of voice. Fifteen years could pass and it'd still feel like just yesterday they were performing together underneath that circus tent. The jester instinctively extended a robotic hand out to the other imp, only for it to stutter to a stop and go limp before it could make contact. There's... still just so much there. He's not sure exactly where the two stood now. But Fizzarolli's heart aches for Blitz's own in spite of it all, now beginning to see the weight his best friend had been carrying since that day.

" ...I wish I knew, " He responds in a soft, graveled tone. Turning his gaze downwards, Fizz inspects his metallic hands with sorrowful eyes. Angry eyes. Mammon. Mammon knew Blitz had tried to see him and never told Fizz a damn thing. His fingers curl into tight fists. " If I knew, Blitz, I would've.. "

Beat. The jester releases a sigh, shaking his head and folding his arms over his chest.

" ..I missed you. "

[burning-fcols]

“I had a huge crush on you when we were kids.” @ fizz - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʙʟɪɪᴛᴢᴏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 He fucking what?

Sputtering around the straw of a peanut-butter milkshake they had been enjoying— until Blitz decided to drop THAT little bomb on the party —Fizz violently coughs and fights to regain their breath. Hitting their chest with a fist, reddened face partially from gagging in a way that would damage their sinful reputation, they deeply exhale with an audible ❛ hooooooly shit ❜ . Breathless but still ALIVE, a robotic arm wipes away some treat from the side of their mouth.

Lightly panting, they aim a bewildered look at Blitz. Wide eyes and furrowed brow silently conveying ❛ what the fuck was THAT? ❜ before they can vocalize it. When they do, after a beat of judgement ( and wondering what the others angle is ) it’s hardly what they want to say. Wanting to question why Blitz never said anything. As if Fizz isn’t also guilty of harboring secret fondness for years; which is why the assumed betrayal hurt that much worse… Why Blitz is choosing NOW to confess— Or maybe ❛ mention it ❜ is better phrasing, since this feels far too casual for a proper confession.

Not one intended to MEAN anything, anyway.

❝ That’s uh, kinda one heck of a thing to say over a couple milkshakes after years of literal hatred. Don’t ya think? ❞ Fizz awkwardly responds, nervously stirring their straw in their thick drink. ❝ Granted the hatred was a misunderstanding but… I mean— Blitz, what the fuck? ❞ Grimacing at their crude but genuine question, they tense up and close their eyes for an inhale. Shakily exhaling, expression is curious… but tired… scared, honestly. But so painfully questioning; a mix of emotions Fizz can’t even begin to unravel and doesn’t even know if Blitz wants them to.

He used to be so easy to read… At least, Fizz had thought so. But now? After discovering that over a decade had been wasted because they hadn’t known Blitz as well as they thought, Fizz doesn’t trust themself to know ANYTHING about what Blitz wants. ❝ … Why are you telling me this? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[jizzlords]

Promises have begun to lose their weight in value as of late. It's a good thing Asmodeus didn't hear it but even if he did, chances are he wouldn't care seeing as he's far more excited about the fact that Fizzarolli made it. He made it home with time to spare.

The gesture alone leaves him with butterflies, the kind he felt a couple of years back when they'd just made things official. Discreet but official. That event took place two years ago. Granted, everything is still pretty fresh (all things considered). But it was enough to give him something to chew on, something for the heart to hold onto in case of another let down around the corner.

While Fizz was in the bathroom, Ozzie was humming to himself. His mood was considerably lighter. With the weather to match as it were a light drizzle outside compared to the heavier rain coming on during Fizz's commute earlier. Now that Fizz was actually here, Ozzie was coming up with last-minute final touches. Choice of drinks, decor, vibe... sometimes he's even pacing trying to make decisions on the spot. He settled for a wine they could share if in the mood, setting up their glasses of ice waters. The penthouse was dimmed for the vibe, purples and blues becoming more prominent with candlelight. Too much? Not nearly. Now everything was ready and just in time, too, considering he could hear Fizz opening the door to their room.

Satan, he's nervous. Why? They've been dating for two years now. What's he nervous for? That nervousness reignites itself inside him when seeing Fizzarolli slip around the corner to join him. Even without the costume, the makeup, the clown. Fizzarolli still looked so damn good. The fire inside his own chest does somersaults at the sight.

❝ Look at you — ♡ Allow me. ❞ he's pulling out the chair for Fizzarolli — his eyes big, hopeful and light. Dishes are prepped, drinks are set — tonight he was Fizzarolli's. ❝ Did you get my text earlier? I mean, it's cool if you didn't but... ❞ snapping his fingers, the rest of the candles around the penthouse self-ignite. Definitely showing off a little now that Fizz was here.

The girls surround him demanding attention and love. He knelt down to squeeze and pet all their heads feeling more guilt for his recent busy schedule. Precious shoved her whole face in his chest with her wings beating a mile a minute until he let her tuck up against his cheek. " I know, I'm sorry, I'll give you the longest walk tomorrow. I promise. " He had a lot to make up for including—

Ozzie appeared in the hallway and Fizz felt his throat tighten. There had been a distance between them and he knew he was the source of it. Late nights coming home to a silent apartment with lovingly made leftovers tucked in the fridge. Ozz curled up tighter in bed and his flames a little lower. He had wanted to talk about it but only found stupid excuses that did little to cross the gap.

" Mammon needed another rewrite." " Work ran long. " " I just lost track of time. " " I'm sorry. "

What he deserved was an argument or accusation. What he deserved was coming back to his things on the corner. The Circus taught him a lot about love but it never taught him what to do with forgiveness and endless patience. He took the kiss and pressed his face against his neck a little longer than necessary. They didn't have to talk about it yet but this was a first step.

No more excuses.

" 'Course, it smells amazing in here. Let me wash the clown off. " He took another peck before slipping down the hall. Fizzarolli's grease came off and slowly Fizz appeared more splotchy and gray than pure white. He put on a pinker lid and traded the costume for something more himself. A shirt Oz had picked out the last time they went to Pride for work. He noticed that it hung looser than it did only a few months ago and without the thick concealer he could see the bags under his eyes. In summary: he looked like shit. All thanks to Mammon's new "schedule" and demands of his star clown.

Just thinking about the Sin made Fizz's mouth go dry. He pulled his phone out and for a desperate moment thought about turning it on again. Taking this time to smooth things over with the Sin cutting some deal out of the air trading over his time and energy until he calmed down. He was likely beside himself having the entire team on a Diva-Search promising to ruin his career and life.

And out there was Asmodeus who took the time to make him a home-cooked meal because it was less commitment than reservations. Who was kinder than he deserved and who should never feel second in his life. The phone was out the window before he could think about it. He watched it flip ass over tea kettle and crash into the ground as a black dot on the pavement. Come tomorrow the street sweeper will gather it with the condoms and lube packets taking Greed with it. Good fucking riddance. He left the bathroom for the kitchen— tonight he was Asmodeus'.

[burning-fcols]

✩ 「 @fizzarolliandfriends 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Sitting on the balcony railing, tail gently sways from where it hangs off the edge. Arms crossed, claws drum against his robotic limbs in a light tapping rhythm. Deathly sharp, they should have no trouble defending from someone as seemingly-harmless as the man Fizz has his glowing gaze riveted on. They SHOULD, if Fizz wasn't so averse to confrontation. Something doesn’t sit right in his stomach. An uncomfortable, sour sensation that he’s felt before. He wishes he could have more faith in it but honestly, he could easily chalk it up to cowardice paranoia.

Fizzarolli’s eyes narrow as he watches the unsettling customer leave, tail curling around himself to wrap in faux protection. He KNOWS he's being unreasonable. Giving in to foolish fears that hold no true merit... Worst of all, he's doing-so in front of Ozzie. Normally so careful to brush off his own burdens when around the Sin, this time he can't hide the way his glowing eyes are trained upon the misguided target of his frustrations. An overzealous customer, sure... but Fizz has dealt with plenty of those. Or rather, his security team has. Despite this, the jester is overcome with an urge to keep someone him away. To remind himself that he CAN.

He holds that power because of his entanglement with Ozzie. He's as safe as he wishes to be. Even more-so, considering the Sin's protective nature. Seeing Blitzo had thrown that certainty into question, a rush of long-lingering terror and pain and confusion assaulting him as SOON as the Imp had left. As Fizz had felt an unwanted pang of regret at seeing him leave. Lashing out at the easiest target rather than admit the source of his frustrations, Ozzie is apparently too observant for his deflecting to work. Perhaps that's for the best. If Fizz can't find the strength to make this decision... Maybe Ozzie can do it for him.

A familiar, nauseating pattern he's slipped into. Letting the Sin handle problems FOR him... That's how it always is for ❛ Fizzarolli ❜. Whether it's the Circus, Mammon, Asmodeus— someone else always running the show. ❝ I don't like him... I can't fucking stand him. ❞ He growls through a grimace, pain wetting his gaze as he fights to keep from trembling. An arm harshly rubs his eyes, Fizz sucking in a shaky breath before he abruptly looks down at his robotic hand. Glaring at the metallic fingers as they flex, glossy eyes gleam with pains of the past, ❝ If I never see his face again it'll be too soon. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[burning-fcols]

"Oh well if you're not into it then nevermind. We can always have fun another way. Anything you wanna do." ozzie @ fizz -  ✩   「 @helluvaxhazbin 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」 Stiff body loosens with a shaky exhale as Asmodeus steps away, light returned to the jester's face now that he doesn't have the Sin's shadow looming over. Wide eyes blink quizzically as his newfound caretaker boss puts some fair distance between them. Air that used to be hot and heavy and THICK with uncomfortable tension suddenly relaxed and dare-say companionable. Wariness tingles down his spine to the tip of his twitching tail, a shudder stealing Fizz's breath as he tries to figure out what game the other is playing.

What kind of Sin, let alone one of LUST, steps away from something they want?

Especially if the one causing an issue is not only an Imp but one of Fizzarolli's... condition. Painfully aware of how precarious his position is, he knows that if he's to remain safe in the benevolence of Sins, he'll need to be WORTH keeping safe. What worth is there in a pet who doesn't perform the tricks they are told?

❝ Wha— Really? Just like that? ❞ Flabbergasted to the point of panic, Fizz hastily steps forward. Hands uncertainly motioning as if haphazardly juggling things that aren't there, Fizz feels about as stable as the objects he used to fling around in the air. Former life fallen to pieces around him, tossed from circumstance to challenging circumstance, now that he FINALLY thought he held some grasp on what was going on— what was expected of him —Asmodeus shatters that too. How is he meant to settle into this new role if his Master won't even give him a CHANCE?

❝ I— I can do it. ❞ Disgusted in himself for having to resort to begging, Fizzarolli swallows what pride he salvaged from the fire— an easy task, there wasn't much —and pleads, ❝ I-If that's what you want, it's not like I'm gonna try and stop ya! I can- GET into it. Just gimme a bit to warm up and then I'll be the horniest fucker you've ever seen! ❞ Repulsed as he may be at the idea of casual sex— no judgment, he's just never been physically drawn to it —Fizz knows he can still fake a good time if it means he's not viewed as a disappointment. He IS a performer, after all. What's a little unemotional bang sesh if not a more intimate type of performance?

He can't let Asmodeus think he's not useful for ANYTHING he might need. He can't not be useful for anything that might be needed. ❝ I'll be a good fuck— No, no- a GREAT one! Just try me out— ❞

❛ Don't give up on me. Please. Not already. ❜ 「 ☆ 」

[fizzingfrenzy]

" I thought I knew everything there was to know about myself having come this far in life, but man. That cowboy sure did awaken some things in me. "

[madnessxaddict-a]

:: Angel blinked once. Twice. That was NOT what he was expecting. While he was rather relieved he hadn’t caused any PERMANENT damage to the stranger’s tail, he was surprised by how quickly he changed his tune. Hang OUT with him? Wow, this poor guy must be desperate…

Then again… He wasn’t exactly THRILLED about going back to Mr. Ego Maniac and pretending they were a perfect couple. He didn’t have to think on his decision for more than mere few seconds before he moved closer to him.

“Yeah, sure. What did ya have in mind?” He asked, tapping one of the bells on the other’s collar. “I don’t have anywhere tah be really.”

Thank GOD the guy paid in advance. ::

madnessxaddict​:

starter for @clownstolemyjokes

::There was nothing he wanted more than to leave this place. Hanging off of some guy he didn’t really know at a fucking CIRCUS was not an ideal way for him to spend his Saturday. But the guy was paying him to pretend they were on some kind of DATE. So he was trying hard not to complain. At least not in front of him.

Listening to him talk about himself for the last few hours was EXHAUSTING though. And he needed an out, at least for a couple of minutes. “Hey babe, I’m gonna go freshen up. Back in a minute.” He told him, wandering through the crowds of families that all looked like they were genuinely having fun. Gross.

In search of a bar he backed into someone, distracted by a man in an apple costume creeping way too close to a group of teenagers. Tripping on a beer bottle his foot landed hard on something firm. It took him a minute to actually face the stranger and realize…. Fuck, his heel had stomped right on the guy’s tail. “Shit ya okay?” ::

It was a rarity now-a-days for Fizzarolli to take a trip to Loo Loo Land considering his robotic copy had fully taken it over whereas he mainly resided at Ozzie’s now. Not that he minded, it was nice chilling with the Prince of Lust. The only reason he bothered to come here was to check on how things were doing and of course, Mammon. He couldn’t get enough of the Ruler of Greed.

Considering he was busy at the moment, the Jester was merely taking his time by wandering aimlessly around the park, eyes lighting up whenever someone would take notice of him and giving a small taste of what he was still capable of. Just as he finished ‘showing-off’, his tail is rather abruptly stepped on, forcing a small YELP to escape, followed by what can only be described as a car alarm going off. Flailing his arms, he settles down enough to poke his nose, turning himself off essentially and turning to face the perpetrator.

“HEY! NO FREEBIES!”

He exclaims, looking rather excited and happy despite his tail having been assaulted. It whips behind him, beginning to lightly wag as he crosses his arms, “If ya gonna be doin’ that sort of shit, at least pay me first, compadre. That’s just hella rude!” Taking a moment to study the rather tall and slender figure in front of him, Fizzarolli drifts a little closer, smiling up at them, “Though of course, I’d be willin’ to forget this entire matter if ya hang out with me. Nothin’ major, I’m just bored and Big M is busy, so I don’t wanna make my way a-aaaaall the way back to Ozzie’s.”

“Sound like a deal?”

[fizzingfrenzy]

here comes the ✨ boy ✨

♡ ⸺ ic / fizzarolli. ♡ ⸺ musings / fizzarolli. ♡ ⸺ likeness / fizzarolli. ♡ ⸺ headcanons / fizzarolli. ♡ ⸺ study / fizzarolli. ♡ ⸺ relations / fizzarolli.