#「 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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        ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― Fizz was blissfully unaware of how much closer he had inched toward Blitz, their bodies gradually drawn together as if by an invisible force of gravity. The hum of the world around them faded into a gentle static, leaving only the flickering glow of the TV to illuminate their faces, casting elongated shadows that danced across the darkened room. Fizz’s heart raced wildly against his chest, pounding like a distant drum in a silent night, a frantic rhythm that felt impossibly loud in the stillness. Could Blitz possibly hear it ? No. . . if he had, Fizz feared that Blitz would crack a playful joke, shattering the fragile magic of the moment they found themselves in.

                     For once, Fizz found himself wishing for nothing to disturb the intimacy of the moment. He instinctively leaned in closer to Blitz, the warmth of their connection tangible in the air. He barely registered how his shirt had slipped delicately off his shoulder, revealing a hint of skin and workings of his mechanical arm to the cool breeze. Blitz was fully present this time, Fizz could sense it—there was an electric tension growing between them, drawing their lips ever closer. They hovered in that tantalizing space, so near yet still lingering on the edge of hesitation. 

Fizz felt a flicker of doubt, a primal urge to pull away and question what had come over him. This was no mere daydream, but a moment he had longed for since his teenage years—a desire now ignited into reality. It was warm, it was inviting; it felt as if two kindred souls were finally intersecting in a universe of their own, and Fizz desperately wanted to believe that this was genuine, that this connection was truly happening.

                As soon as Blitz's lips brushed against his, a jolt of surprise coursed through Fizz, momentarily stunning, but in that fleeting instant, something ignited within him. With a surge of determination, Fizz closed the remaining distance between them, his heart racing as he leaned in to embrace the kiss completely, surrendering to the warmth and urgency of the moment. 

@hellishvxbes asked:

They were in the tentative stages of reigniting their relationship, a delicate endeavor akin to nurturing a fragile flame that flickered amidst the remnants of their past. Yet, the joy of hearing from Blitz more frequently infused a warmth into their interactions, making it feel reminiscent of the good old days. Fizz found himself visiting Blitz's apartment, where the television blared a whimsical show about horses—an odd yet endearing spectacle that had captivated Blitz completely. As he sat there, absorbed in the antics on the screen, Fizz couldn’t help but smile. It was a comforting reminder that some things, like Blitz’s unwavering enthusiasm for horses, truly never changed. Cautiously, Fizz began to venture out of his comfort zone, perched on the edge of Blitz’s sofa. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and his tail moved with excruciating slowness, each small twitch sending jolts of nervous energy through his body like popcorn kernels in a pan. As he settled into his place, he tentatively allowed his tail to curl around Blitz’s, glancing up briefly to check if Blitz had caught on to his subtle action. The moment felt electric, hanging in the air as Fizz’s heart raced with a mix of hope and anxiety.

At first, Blitz was only vaguely aware of Fizz moving closer to him. Most of his focus was on the television ; he'd just finished explaining the intricacies of the relationship dynamics between the ponies and was now enraptured by a particularly moving scene between the two main love interests. But slowly, awareness dawned on him : the deliberate, measured shifting of Fizz's body ever closer to his own. A building apprehension in his periphery.

As Fizz twined their tails together, Blitz felt an electric shock go up his spine. He turned to look at the other Imp, who had now settled in beside him and was looking at him with an intensity that had Blitz's heart skipping a beat. This was . . . was this really . . . ? Blitz gulped, placing a hand in the space between them, leaning forward unconsciously.

Fuckfuckfuck — his brain was nothing but white noise, heart strangling itself within his chest. Was this allowed? But Fizz did not move away, he too seemed to be waiting, holding his breath in expectation. Blitz's head tilted in a question as his half-lidded eyes flitted to Fizz's lips, then to his eyes, and back again. He moved slowly, giving Fizz plenty of time to reject this advance, before finally closing the space between them.

The moment their lips touched, Blitz's mind went finally, blissfully, silent.

[hellishvxbes]

           ˗ˏˋ 🎭 ˎˊ˗ ― ❝ Reaaaally wanna sit on something... ❞

❝ That's NOT a chair~ ❞

[hellishvxbes]

❛ 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? ❞

[hellishvxbes]

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.

[hellishvxbes]

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

[hellishvxbes]

❛  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.

[hellishvxbes]

SANTA'S LIST

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

[hellishvxbes]

i need fizz to sign his i's with hearts

[hellishvxbes]

           ˗ˏˋ 🎭 ˎˊ˗ ― ❝ You're pulling out? What do you mean? Do you just fucking hate me? ❞

[hellishvxbes]

                ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home ❞

[hellishvxbes]

                    ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ Yeah, that fucking checks out. ❞

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                     ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ I didn't hate you.❞ Fizz felt a rush of urgency as he interjected, his heart tightening with a painful ache as he watched Blitz finally lay bare his truth. This moment was everything Fizz had longed for, an answer he had silently yearned for over so many years. ❝ I wanted to hate you—fucking hell, I wanted to despise you. But the pain ran deeper when I came to terms with the fact that I just couldn't. ❞

                   Fizz found it impossible to shake off the intense longing he felt to HATE the man who had so profoundly impacted his life. The bitterness seemed like an easier path, a way to avoid the tangled emotions that surfaced whenever they crossed paths. In those fleeting moments, it struck him just how random their encounters were—serendipitous coincidences rather than fate conspiring to reunite them. Yet, deep down, Fizz couldn’t escape the nagging truth that if the stars ever aligned for a second chance, there would always be a whisper in his heart urging him to reach out. Just the tantalizing possibility of welcoming him back into his world was enough to ignite a flicker of hope he desperately tried to extinguish.

               Fizz stepped closer to Blitz, the quiet tension between them thickening the air. He hesitantly reached out, his hand finding a place on Blitz's shoulder, a gesture of both comfort and vulnerability. ❝ I... I was a coward too, ❞ he confessed, his voice barely more than a tremor. His gaze dropped to the ground, unable to meet Blitz's eyes, as waves of regret washed over him. 

             ❝ I was so overwhelmed by hurt that the thought of seeing you felt unbearable. I jumped to conclusions, convinced that I was protecting myself, but all it did was deepen the wounds for both of us.❞ A shuddering breath escaped him, carrying the weight of unspoken pain. ❝ I turned all my anger into spite. Whenever we ran into each other, I put on a facade, a show that masked my true feelings. I thought if I could humiliate you or make light of your presence, it might somehow ease this pain in my heart—the ache that came from losing you.❞ His voice grew softer, laced with the bitterness of memories. ❝ I wanted you to feel just a fraction of the despair I felt when you walked away. ❞

@hellishvxbes cont from here.

It wasn’t a fair question to ask in the first place, and Blitz knew that. But he couldn’t help himself ; it’s something he’d been wondering for fifteen years. In the darkest, deepest nights, when grief and sorrow threatened to overwhelm him entirely — only then would Blitz allow himself those fantasies. In his head, he did everything differently. He worked up the nerve to try to reconnect. He fought his dad to get to Fizz’s side. He didn’t turn away outside the tent, he walked right past his dad and told Fizz how he felt. And it changed everything.

Sometimes the fantasies hurt even worse than the truth, but that was okay with him.

This was worse still : this admission, this hope. The pained softness to Fizz’s tone. It tore something open within his chest and before Blitz could stop them the tears were welling up in his eyes, swift and reckless as a flood, and he had to blink and look away as they spilled down his cheeks. One hand came up to his eyes, wiping at them and pinching the bridge of his nose as if he could stop the flow, teeth gritting. A barely restrained sob sat in his throat, desperately held back.

❝ Fuck, Fizz, I’m just . . . I’m just so fucking sorry. ❞ He still didn't turn back, his eyes trained on the ground. Blitz hated how his voice wavered and tears still pricked the corners of his eyes. ❝ I thought you were right to hate me. I mean, everyone else blamed me — they should have, it was my fault. I just thought that if you hated me too . . . after what I’d done, the least I could do was stay away. ❞

He saw now what a fucking idiot he’d been, that same regret was written all over Fizzarolli’s face. Of course his dad had lied, he’d always been a fucking liar, it wasn’t like the man needed another reason to hate his son’s guts. He should have seen through his bullshit, he should have trusted Fizz. They could have had each other. All this time. He didn’t have to be alone.

Blitz inhaled a deep, shaking breath, looking up and blinking back the tears, then exhaled long and slow. He rubbed an eye with his fist, gesticulating with the other hand.

❝ I’m sorry that I wasn’t there I . . . I should have fought harder for you. I should have tried harder to see you I just . . . I was a coward. ❞ Blitz sighed again, glancing back to Fizz with a look that barely contained his heartbreak. ❝ I couldn’t bear to have you look at me the way everyone else did. ❞

[hellishvxbes]

                 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ― ❝ Ehhhhhh yeah, sorry to kill the mood, but we're fresh out of those~ This place is filled with all sorts of places so no shortage on who you might find. ❞

' Heh I am not lacking in anything, except maybe a partner.'