#「 in character 」 ☆⋅⋆── ❛ Fizzarolli ❜ ⭑.ᐟ

[hellishvxbes]

                 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― ❝ Shop's open for business in case any of you deviants were lacking in any.. proper equipment~ ❞

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                  ⊱  ۫ ׅ  ✧ ⋮ ― ❛ Please, in the Lust ring ? Ya gonna tell me you can't find someone to relax those nipples ? Anyone to give some tantalizing action, or hell, we got tons of toys, too. ❜

'...Yes I am well aware I might be horny but I have no suckers lined up currently.'

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@pomniegranate | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

                ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― He felt a GNAWING uncertainty about how she had arrived in this perilous place, but it was undoubtedly the worst circle of chaos she could have inadvertently entered. The true horror lay in the fact that she had unwittingly landed in the grasp of MAMMON, a being entangled in desires and greed, from which he himself yearned to escape. The thought of her facing Mammon's darker tendencies sent a shiver down his spine; he couldn’t bear the idea of her encountering the sinister, unrelenting side of him that he had desperately tried to avoid.

                 ❝ We're gonna need to work on this routine a little harder. ❞

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@hellcrwn | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

              ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― ❝ So, back again, are you? Couldn’t reeeesist the allure? ❞ Fizz mused, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. The vibrant colors of the Lust ring surrounded him, shimmering enticingly, and it was easy to see why someone would have difficulty breaking free from its hold. Even when they tried to escape its seductive embrace, the magnetic pull lingered, leaving a deep-seated yearning that made the temptation to return nearly irresistible.

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@8elphgor | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

                ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― Fizzarolli found himself in the Sloth ring for the first time, and it was a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the Lust Ring he was so accustomed to. The atmosphere here was heavy and languid as if a collective sense of lethargy weighed down the very air. In the dim, muted light, silhouettes of dreamlike figures drifted by, their movements slow and unhurried, a world away from the energetic pulse of the Lust Ring.

               It had been many years since he’d experienced genuine trouble sleeping, but the memories of restless nights returned to haunt him like SHADOWS. 

           He planned to wander through a few local shops, hoping to stumble upon something that might soothe his restless mind and grant him the elusive comfort of sleep. As he navigated the streets, the weight of worry began to settle on him. Ozzie's concerned gaze lingered in his thoughts, a reminder of how his struggles affected those around him. Fizz felt a twinge of guilt; the last thing he wanted was to create more worry for Ozzie. He didn't expect to run into the Sin of Sloth herself. ❝ Oh shit, this is awkward-- ❞

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             ⊱  ۫ ׅ  ✧ ⋮ ― 𝒜s Fizzarolli spent more time in Blitz's presence, the weight of unspoken emotions pressed heavily on his heart. When he listened to Blitz share his thoughts, a swell of feelings rose within him, and he could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. It dawned on him how much they had both forfeited by not truly seeing each other until now, && an overwhelming desire surged within him to bridge that chasm between them.

             Blitz remained blissfully unaware of the depths of Fizz’s affection, a love that had flourished && lingered like an unquenchable fire within Fizz's soul. No matter how fervently Fizz tried to cast aside those sentiments and forge ahead, there was an invisible tether that drew him back — a longing to know if Blitz had ever glanced back, even for a fleeting moment, hoping to find an echo of the connection that had once existed between them.

           Fizz inhaled deeply, his chest rising as he pulled Blitz into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his friend against him. ❛ Shut up, ❜ he murmured, his voice choked with emotion as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. The weight of their shared past hung heavily in the air, but in this moment, all that mattered was the fragile bond they were rekindling. 

          Fizz understood the truth now—the devastating fire had been nothing but a tragic accident, a cruel twist of fate manipulated by Blitz's father, who had driven a deep wedge between them. But here, in this moment of vulnerability, they had a chance to heal and rebuild. 

             ❛ We lost so much back then, ❜ he whispered, the words laced with a bittersweet ache. ❛ I don’t want to keep losing what matters. ❜ He felt the tension in Blitz’s body, an echo of the guilt he had carried for far too long. ❛ I forgive you, Blitz. ❜ Those words hung in the air, a promise of renewal, as Fizzarolli embraced his friend tighter, wanting to erase the burdens of the past.

         His own life had taken a turn he never anticipated; the trauma of losing his limbs had morphed into an unexpected gift, offering him a different perspective on life. Blitz didn’t need to shoulder this weight anymore—not when it came to Fizz. He was ready to let go of the shackles of guilt and step into a brighter future together.

How was it possible to feel so much better and worse? The knowledge that Fizz never hated him glowed warm in his chest, while the knowledge that the inability to do so had hurt Fizz so much opened a dark pit in his stomach. Blitz understood ; he’d tried for so long to convince himself that he hated Fizz back, that he resented him and all he’d come to symbolize. But it had never been true, merely bravado all along. Feigning hatred didn’t stop the desperate yearning, couldn't fill the empty space in his heart where Fizzarolli had been, right beside his sister . . . his mother.

In the end, Blitz had run from what he’d done, and he’d been running ever since. He was exhausted. All he wanted was a place to land.

Fizz’s hand on his shoulder felt like the beginning of that. The fact that Fizz could still stand to touch him at all was surely a good sign. Blitz looked back at his old friend with wide, shining eyes as he made his confessions. He fought the urge to interject, to tell Fizz that none of it was his fault, that Blitz didn’t blame him for staying away. Instead, he merely gave Fizz the space to let it all out. He covered Fizz’s hand with his own, and listened.

The last statement, however, struck Blitz’s heart like a knife. He closed his eyes again as if against pain, dropped his hand and took a step away. It was what he deserved, there was no denying it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

❝ Fizz, I never stopped feeling it. ❞ His voice was broken, low and hoarse with the strain of the truth. ❝ I learned to live around it, but that — that despair? That ache? It’s never gone away. The weight of everything I lost — everything WE lost — the guilt, the shame? Every step away I tried to take, I’ve carried that every day. ❞

It was almost a relief to finally admit this to someone other than himself. His gaze returned to Fizzarolli, instinctively seeking comfort he knew he didn’t deserve.

❝ I’m sorry, ❞ he said again. ❝ For — for everything. I’m sorry for what I did. For what I didn’t do. I'm sorry I disappeared. I’m sorry you couldn’t hate me. I don’t need you to forgive me I just . . . want you to know how fucking sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you. It’s the last thing I ever fucking wanted to do. You were my best friend, my brother, you were everything to me. ❞

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           ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― ❝ Well its sexual Sunday soooo...  ❞

   ❝ You know what that means... ❞ With a playful grin, he rolled back his sleeve, revealing a sleek, intricate robotic wrist that gleamed under the light, inviting his audience to marvel at the potential that lay just beneath the surface. 

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❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜ (blitz @ fizz)

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

                 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ Shh, I know ❞ he answered quickly, allowing himself to get into character. He wasn't completely on board with the idea, but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of partner he would be if he didn't entertain at least some of Blitz's truly bizarre fantasies. The thought of indulging in those outlandish whims left him feeling both apprehensive and curious as he grappled with the challenge of navigating the eccentricities of his lover's imagination.

               The cowboy hat sat precariously atop his head, its wide brim casting a shadow over his face as he struggled to keep it in place. He deftly adjusted his own hat that covered his broken horns, a makeshift solution that had taken time to refine. Still, he managed to perfect this delicate balance for the moment, crafting an appearance that was unique and strangely fitting for his rugged silhouette. His fingers wrapped firmly around the smooth leather reins that linked to the sturdy collar Fizz had expertly fastened around Blitz's neck. With a playful tug, he pulled on the reins, a mischievous glint in his eye, while in his other hand, he held the pink riding crop, its surface gleaming under the light. If he was going to embrace this role, he was determined to do it with flair and precision, ensuring every detail met his high standards. Fizz let it glide down Blitz's bare chest, his hips straddling him as he began to move himself up and down Blitz's warm cock. Fizz was nothing but a top performer, and he was here to please. 

          His body continued to slam down on Blitz's dick, his own moans escaping his lips, like a song singing and hitting every single one of those high notes as he felt the tip hit him in all the right places. Fizz glanced down at Blitz, and the redness of his skin only made him all the more giddy.

          ❝ Yeah, you're doing so well, letting me break you in slowly before I ride you straight past the finish line.❞ Fizz couldn't help but fall into the role, not when he could see just how much of a heated mess it was making Blitz. ❝ You were so rude when we started, untamable, all attitude, and look at you now, ❞ he grins, letting the crop brush against Blitz's cheek, leaning down to whisper directly in Blitz's ear ❝ Being so good and taking everything I give you. ❞

        Fizz quickened his pace, the rhythmic sound of his boots hitting the ground matching the quickening beat of his heart. He let the riding crop slip from his grasp, allowing it to dangle by his side as he reached up with one hand to secure his cowboy hat. Fingers curled around the reins, and he pulled harder as he felt his climax coming through. Fucking hell, he hadn't anticipated feeling such a rush of excitement from this experience, yet he found himself captivated despite his best efforts to remain composed. The thought of giving Blitz the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected him was infuriating, especially with that smug ass grin plastered across his face. It was as if Blitz could sense every spark of thrill that danced through him, and it only deepened his resolve to play it cool. Fizz could practically feel the heat rising in his cheeks, knowing how much he had relished the moment.               Fizz tightened his grip on the rein, yanking it decisively as he urged Blitz to draw nearer. He pressed his lips against his, savoring the moment as his tongue explored the contours of every inch of him, tasting the sweetness that lingered before he finally broke the silence. ❝ Better remember this because it's never happening again,❞ he says like a filthy fucking liar. He sighs deeply, ❝ Fuck it, does my handsome steed think he can keep up for another round? ❞

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I love that Fizz is a collective slut in both modest and severely un-modest terms. A lot of it is an act, unless its around people he is actually sexually attracted to and interested in. I'd say demi, because he can flirt, have an unhinged mouth but he's not giving anything away unless they make it clear, say it with their whole chest he is who they want.

Which as a demi, is very felt with me. He has charm that just radiates off him without even really having to try, which is a hard thing to do. On stage, its an act, but he isn't much different off it either, a bit more toned down unless he's trying to prove something but otherwise he's not really pretending to be anything he isn't already. Which is something I really love him about him. His whole thing Mammon, feeling like he has to prove himself when he's already the best, but needing to overcome that feeling of feeling like he has to earn that feeling to make it valid was like the last stepping stone for him to really come into himself. He's a performer through and through, taking the stage in fame and in his actual life and its hard to ignore the light he casts.

Its the way he knows he's cute too, he knows what buttons to press, what kinks to play on, he studies you. he does his research, he's paying attention and he's using all those weakness to his advantage and its what makes sex with him so fucking frustrating and enticing because he is a tease. He's gonna give you sneak peaks, he's going to test the waters, every little thing he can do to make you keep coming back for whatever else he's willing to gift you with. and you follow because you're hooked. i love the idea of making them work for it, because he's worth every bit of the waiting, of the taunting, of the effort you have to make to finally get to experience Fizz in 4k( if you get it you get it).

And the way he can say some of the craziest shit known to man AND PPL BE INTO IT CUZ ITS LIKE HE CAN SEE YOUR INNER FREAK.

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                 ⊱  ۫ ׅ  ✧ ⋮ ― Fizzarolli rolled his eyes in exasperation, the gesture devoid of any true malice. It had been quite a long while since he last laid eyes on Angel in person, && he had imagined their reunion occurring under far more pleasant circumstances. Instead, here they were, caught in an unexpected moment that was ANYTHING but what he had envisioned. Fizz offered a sarcastic smile as he fumbled for his pants. ❛ Shut up, don’t look at me like that,❜ he muttered, his voice tinged with a whine. The hesitance in his tone betrayed his discomfort as he avoided direct eye contact, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.

             ❛ What do you mean by more natural ? ❜ Fizz glanced at Angel, challenging him to explain his thoughts further. After a moment of silence, he relaxed, a chuckle escaping his lips. ❛ Honestly, some of these poses don’t even look natural, ❜ he remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

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It wasn't often that Angel got a chance to go to the other rings, if ever honestly. Sinners weren't supposed to be able to leave Pride, but when one was as famous as Angel Dust, exceptions were often made. His name had made it throughout the other rings, even, most likely because Valentino absolutely had some sort of market that would get VoxTek's products as far spread as possible (he heard rumor that some even were in Heaven).

He had been asked to perform in different rings several times, and he had made himself become acquainted with those that also were in Hell's celebrity circuit - individuals like Verosika Mayday of course, Tiffany Titfucker, Katie Killjoy, and Fizzarolli. Fizz was always the one he had felt most connected to. Maybe because they were both gay guys, maybe because both of them were 'owned' by shitty fucking people, who knew?

It was why he had taken the time out of his day to go and find the imp clown. He had not expected to walk in on what he had, but it obviously didn't phase him, leaning against the frame of the door and sipping at his iced coffee through closed lips in the form of a smirk. "Yeh' know, yeh' really do give a new meanin' t' go fuck yeh'self." He's sniggering, head tilted innocently as he twirled some fur around one of his fingers.

"Looks uncomfortable." He finally added, before raising an eyebrow. "Want me t' help yeh' wit' th' poses? Ah' mean, make 'em look more....natural."

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                           ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― ❝ Hehe, is this thing on? ❞

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❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ (for Fizz from Blitz)

                  ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― The emotions stirred by that single statement surged within him like a tempest, powerful enough to spin him into a whirlwind of memories and feelings. Fizz felt his tail curl tightly around his legs, a physical manifestation of the turmoil churning within him. Flashbacks crashed over him like a relentless wave, each one more vivid than the last. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, undiminished by time, despite the hands that had intervened, preventing their reunion. But what about the silence that followed ? Why had he chosen to wait so long to reach out ? The questions swirled in his mind, heavy and unrelenting, yet Fizz remained silent, the words lodged in his throat, too fearful to break the stillness that enveloped them.

                  What about himself ? Why hadn’t he mustered the courage to seek out Blitz and ask why he never showed up? The truth was, he had to acknowledge that he bore a significant share of the blame for their tangled miscommunication. He could still feel the sharp ache that pierced his chest whenever he remembered the emptiness of that hospital room, void of Blitz's presence. Despite being informed that Blitz was the one responsible for sparking the flames, it was still Blitz he yearned to see by his side—offering reassurance, whispering that everything would be alright, and promising him that nothing would fundamentally change. Instead, Fizz had swallowed that hurt for years, burying it deep within as if it were a festering wound. It was simpler to direct his anger toward Blitz rather than confront the painful truth: that perhaps all the fragile moments they had once shared had gone up in smoke along with everything else consumed by that fire.

             As they sat together, a heavy silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the busy streets. They shared that deeply personal moment, laying bare the unspoken truths and filling in the many gaps that had kept them apart for so long. For Fizzarolli, there was a pang of sadness that echoed in his chest, a sharp reminder of how much had been lost. Who could be so cruel as to sever such a bond ? His thoughts darted away from that painful notion, shifting instead to the heart of the matter. The yearning to explore the ‘what ifs’ consumed him—what if circumstances had been different ? What if they had navigated those treacherous waters together ?

           Fizzarolli had always imagined that when he fell in love, it would be with the imp who stood steadfastly at his side, who had been his anchor in a chaotic world. Blitz, with his fierce loyalty, had always shielded him from the multitude of freaks and troublemakers who threatened to invade their space. Their relationship was a tapestry woven with playful banter && teasing, but amidst all that lightheartedness lay a profound connection. As they swung from the trapeze, the knowledge that it was Blitz's hand reaching out, ready to catch him, filled Fizz's heart with warmth and a sense of security. In those moments, everything felt undeniably right, and the thought of what could have been tugged at the edges of his mind like a bittersweet melody.

            They would text each other every day, their conversations punctuated by an endless stream of memes that made them laugh and brightened their otherwise routine lives. They would never go weeks, or even months, without seeing one another, their connection too strong to allow for such long absences. If that had been the case, Fizz couldn't help but think, they wouldn't feel like strangers now, with awkward silences lingering between them. He stared at Blitz, a swirl of emotions dancing in his chest. If there hadn't been a rift between them, he wouldn’t feel so guarded, wrestling with the urge to let Blitz back into his life. Despite years spent in a haze of resentment, Fizz recognized the persistent thread of love he held for him, woven into the fabric of their shared history. 

         ❝ I think…❞ he began, his voice tinged with anxiety, as he shifted in his seat, his tail slowly unfurling—an unspoken sign of his willingness to open up. ❝ I think things would still be just as good as they are now. I just…I would have been able to have you by my side for all of it.❞ Each word hung in the air, heavy with possibility and yearning.

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SANTA'S LIST

         ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― ❝ Damn right I'm on that fucking nice list, all the naughty stuff is kept under wraps. ❞

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             ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― Fizz felt his thoughts whirl like a hurricane as he grappled with the alarming realization that Cash had concocted such a WILD idea. The sheer audacity of it sent a shiver down his spine, and the weight of expectation loomed heavily over him. The most terrifying part was the knowledge that he would have to reassure Cash that he could indeed pull it off, even though the mere thought filled him with dread. The fear of letting Cash down pierced through him more profoundly than the chilling prospect of traversing a high wire without a safety net beneath. Just when the storm of anxiety threatened to consume him, Barb’s voice broke through, anchoring him back to reality and pulling him away from the spiraling thoughts. 

              ❛ Wait, what ? You can't do that ! Cash will find out, and you'll be in serious trouble ! ❜ Fizz exclaimed, his voice laced with concern. The prospect of getting her into trouble gnawed at him, yet another part of him was desperate to avoid the daunting task ahead. He could see the determination shimmering in her eyes, a clear signal that her mind was made up and she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. With a resigned sigh, he folded his arms tightly around himself, feeling the weight of his reluctance. Finally, he gave her a reluctant nod. ❛ Okay, just hurry, ❜ he urged, his gaze darting around the area, anxiety bubbling in his chest as he checked for any signs of approaching footsteps.

ᝰ continued from : 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 .ᐟ … @hellishvxbes

  ‘ the bigger the show, the more money you make. ’ barbie couldn't remember many times her father offered her words of wisdom , but this was one of the things she could remember. he would push the boundaries, push his acts until they broke. he was always more willing to take risks with his children, she'd broken bones in falls from the high wire. but she stares at the wire, with the promise of no nets beneath and fireworks at the same time. she knew enough about walking a tightrope so she wouldn't fall … but she wasn't the star of the show. “ fuck, dad - ” whispered under her breath, she fears for herself and her brothers and the rest of the performers and — he grips at her sleeve and she looks at fizz. she manages a masterful reassuring smile, the briefest mirror of her mother's smile. “ of course not, he's gonna sober up before the show and realize that … this is fucked up . it's dad, you know what he's like . ” but she's already scheming, knows if the rope is cut there's no way they can put one back up there when cash is drunk and his labourers took the show nights off. she reaches in her vest pocket, plucks out her pocket knife. “ i'm gonna climb up and cut it , alright ? that way you won't have … to get up there , okay? ” a protective instinct she carries is always present for fizz and blitzo. she moves towards the ladder to the upper platform. “ let me know if anyone's comin' , okay fizz ? i won't let'cha go up there. ”

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i need fizz to sign his i's with hearts

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              ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ― ❛ So what's your favorite lube flavor? Bubblegum? Mint for a nice dentist-y feel? Liiiick-o-rice~? Or ice cream flavors, salted caramel gelato, or maybe Neapolitan if you like mixing your flavors~? ❜