#𐂃「save it bitch I'm working」 || threads.

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: starter with / @yoroiis

【𐂃】 ❝ Christ on a stick WATCH YOUR AIM DIPSHIT !! ❞ It was unknown whether the "target" was the imp, or the creatures behind him, needless to say Blitz wasn't about to lay low and act as if nothing happened. The arrow nearly left a mark! and if there's one thing he didn't appreciate is another goddamn hole on his body!

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 This rampant demon had a lot more to unload, what he demonstrated was but a small portion of it. At his most critical moments, he was never good at musing his internal monologue. Generally letting it outburst without much thinking. Unable to suppress && letting his anger spew out of him. As an assassin, it hardly mattered since he knew how to combat. how to get fend for himself.

However, he failed to realized who he was talking to. Feeling the air around him grow colder, depriving him of his breathe, he tone down his fiery rant. ( once again )

❝ I... figured a pea brain narciss like ya would be able t' put two 'n two together. ❞ he scoffed, remaining unfazed, yet -- for precaution sake minding his tongue. ❝ It's literally right in front of ya ! Hiding behind fancy-ass walls. I doubt y'know how it's like... livin' beyond it. I bet y'wouldn't last a day in our shoes. ❞

This one was certainly pushing the limits of the marquis' patience. However, the imp's first words caused Andrealphus to pause. He was reminded of something of a similar vein being said by an acquaintance of his and was now mildly curious as to what the other meant by his words.

"I was hoping to save you face by allowing you the choice to walk out, rather than be forced," he said with a small sigh. "However, it seems you wish to do things the hard way, or at least do not mind embarrassing yourself.

But before you leave, do clarify what you meant be 'owning up to your pampered joke of a life.'

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: starter with / @spidersins

【𐂃】❝ Gotta hand it to ya, those are some killer heels you got there. Shit, you wear them periodically or something ?? ❞ the demon isn't the least bit ashamed to admit, musing openly with that nonchalant tongue of his.

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: starter with / @pinklocksoflove

【𐂃】 ❝ Kick ass outfit, tacky heels though. ❞ undertone banter, that's all it was. He didn't meant any of it, simply begrudging the rockstar for having an attire that he wanted for himself.

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: @grim-the-embodiment-of-death / con'd

【𐂃】 ❝ Thanks. I.M.P wouldn't be standing if my team and I weren't up for the task. We have a reputation to preserve here. ❞

Now that's enough about him, ❝ What about you- what are you in here for ? Someone diddled you wrong ? Sugar daddy issues ? ❞ He'd jest, swerving his chair side to side as he patiently waited for the hooded man's response.

[blitzbuckz]

-laughs cause Blitzø got lectured-

【𐂃】 ❝ . . . Fuck you. ❞ don't patronize me.

[blitzbuckz]

 ℧ :: starter with / @yoroiis        

【𐂃】 the more he spoke, the further he wanted to inch the other direction. His speech sounded so poetic-like, he almost wanted to barf on scene. ❝ y'know what- my bad. I don't need directions. ❞ eager to weasel himself out of this, he tried to improvise on the spot. Whatever it took to shut him up. ❝ Well, I better get goin'. I, uhh, have somewhere to be at. Thanks. ❞  

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: @starsaught / cont'd.

 【𐂃】 Bullshit. Stolas came onto him first ! He could of stolen the grimoire && left her father feeling heartbroken. shattered. alone. but he didn't ! it's because he fucking cared -- showed a fleeting glimpse of compassion --- that got him chained in this transactional hell hole. Which inevitably grew into ... something else.

The imp never wanted it, he didn't asked for it. && now he was floundering. Trying so desperately to amend his wrongdoings. Trying to change. Stupid enough to venture back into the goetia headquarters in search for Stols, hoping to give this apology thing another shot. However, he didn't get far before crossing paths with the prince's daughter instead.

It's so easy to manipulate someone who's lonely, isn't it?

He bit himself on the lip, clenching his fist by his sides. Fighting the urge to not let his rampant customs erupt out of him. at her. She didn't deserve any of this. He knew that much. ❝ Listen. I didn't ask for any of this shit. I also didn't want t'hurt anyone. I ... get what I did. Which is why I need t'find your father. I want to apologize to him. Is he ... around ? ❞

he could of elaborated how wrong she was, yet, this wasn't about him. he didn't need sympathy, he was here to make things right. Furthermore, he didn't want to get her involved. She wasn't the person he was here to talk to. The less she knew the better off she was, right ?

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 ❝ It's HELL, title or not nobody gives a flyin' fuck -- everyone takes as they please, but it's much better to earn it ! ❞ Crime is very popular in the underworld but, regardless, he was a firm believer of earning most of his shit. Forced to live among the lower stations, he kinda had no choice in the matter.

Once the King's approval chimed his ears the imp released his grip on cue, mounting him with a single bound. Straddling his back before tossing his fists up in the air. ( as if his last retort had grown in deaf ears )

❝ LET'S FUCKN GOO, LET'S BREAK WIND ! GIDDY UP ! ❞ he hollered, tapping his boots repeatedly against their sides; as if cueing the King to take off.

His ears pin back.. ahh yep he remembered why he rarely goes into this form around Blitzø … stage five clingyness. He snorted and stomped his hoof .. debating on rearing up and flinging him off or not .

Hmm he’ll be a nice King for tonight ,

“Blitzø… I’m the King … I just grab what I want .. “ but well he didn’t mind the company at least .

“However I don’t mind you coming with me.. if you promise to be a little bit normal about me in this form ..”

[blitzbuckz]

  ℧ :: starter with / @keeperofquestions

 【𐂃】 Strange. No one's answering. Not Stolas, nor Octavia. It's as if the entire place was vacant ? Something seemed off, almost shady.

The numbing, eerie, breeze trailed down his spine -- red flags beckoning him to flee. To abort his plans of visiting the goetia's heir. However, succumbing to his daredevil customs -- the assassin prolonged his searched despite the gut warnings.

The sclera of his eyes illuminated the darkened chandelier ballroom as he slipped from pillar to pillar. Trying to stay out of sight, sometimes springing on all fours to search every nook && cranny. Whispering a "psst, via are you in here ?" into one of the big vases. Fortunately it wasn't the carnivorous fly traps -- these were more spiral-looking && less alive. Reasons being why the imp decided to first take his search in the palace, thinking nothing's going to eat him alive. ( least he presumed as much )

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: @themosthatedbeingg / cont'd   

 【𐂃】 Bite him ? Is the king of hell coming onto him- Is that a kink of his ? well, the imp had fucked a horse before but-

❝ You'd have to date me first. ❞ he'd retort with a stern look, playing keep away with the apple. He wasn't going to reward that kind of behavior.

[blitzbuckz]

 ℧ :: starter with / @fizzarollitm

【𐂃】 ❝ Thanks for doin' me this solid, Fizz. I owe you one. See ya' soon! ❞ CLICK. Stashing his phone away the imp made a mad dash to his calendar. Scribbling off the "call Fizz" portion, now that his plans were set in order.

The assassin purposely withheld information about what he needed assistance on. Figuring it was best to keep the other in suspense && surprise him later. Which surprisingly didn't took long!

Once he had everything settled the door knocks chimed his ears. Creaking the door open Blitz deliberately blocked Fizz's view, ❝ Welcome to my home. Ya' ready ? ❞ He enigmatically inquired, but before he gave Fizz the chance to reply-- Blitz had already swung his door wide open. With open arms gesturing towards the kitchen, ❝ We're baking a CAKE! ❞

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 he didn't have a choice, most hellborns were given no choice but to defend themselves. Lower stations, like himself, had to fight in order to make a living. ( if you could call this place worth living ) It's either that or- become somebody's servant && If there's anything in this world he detested the most: it's being someone's butler, purse doll, or chained up pet. Screw that, if he's going out- he's going out gun's blazing.

❝ —so long as I'm not in the menu. I'll give it a shot, I guess. ❞ he remained closed off, permitting a sliver of interest to manifest. Only reason why the imp accepted in the first place- is because he blew things out of proportions. ( as he tends to do ) He felt bad for lashing at his hands, bearing his fangs, bursting out unprovoked. It was a dick move- even someone like himself could determine that much. Still, that didn't meant he wasn't going to act like his natural self.

❝ Don't patronize me. What would you know about warfare- ❞ his mouth fell wide open, unable to finish his last retort when the display of weaponry came into view. Rendered stunned, beady-eyed, he didn't look away. Hypnotized with the place he never heard about- curious hues wandered until his dinning companion's head engulfed his vision. Caught looking flustered with a hint of embarrassment.

❝ uhh, w-what ? oh, booth! booth is fine. ❞ Table chairs were always so freakishly tall. It was a no brainer.

Considering that they live in hell of all places, it doesn't seem to bother Benny that Blitz has a rather.. interesting choice in career ; or that the little guy has such violent reactions when faced with conflict. Benny's assuming it's linked, one way or another, just like how some react to a succubi's vampiric tendencies.

❝ people gotta find ways to eat, right ? ❞ Maybe the incubus shouldn't be saying that after that last thought, but it's already left the taller's mind as his mouth floats along faster than his mind can keep up. ❝ i'm a consort-- but your job sounds wa-haaay more interesting ! ❞

That's not strange, right ? to be asking about that kind of job ? Benny makes the assumption that it's something that is appropriate to talk about, since Blitz is the one who brought it up. the place that the winged man decided to pick out is one he's familiar with -- an ocean-themed bar and grill, with an emphasis on weapons and tools and various trophies.

Before a host can give the duo their menus, the ivory-haired man turns to the imp with an inquisitive tilt of his head, pointed ears following the motion.. is he trying to be cute ? no, but the better question : is it working on the disgruntled man ?

❝ didja want a booth ? or a table ? ❞

[blitzbuckz]

 ℧ :: @top-shelf-tender / cont'd

 【𐂃】 ❝ hey -- I was bein' nice here, although yer' one to talk. How is workin' in a bar havin' any standards ? Looks to me like yer' sufferin' with a bad case of infraorbital edema workin' in this joint. ❞

He loved booze just as much as smoking a cig but, working as a bartender sounded like Hell. Fuck being a servant. That had to be the lowest of standards, in his opinion. There had to be a catch. ❝ They payin' ya in catnip or what ?! ❞

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 He had more admiration for homeless people than he had with his elders. Fortunately, the hag had already moved on && didn't make it a bigger deal than it had to be --- because if she did, his passenger would have more episodes to rise his anxiety other than his reckless driving skills.

❝ What's with the attitude -- aren't y' a famous performer ? I say the whole diva thing suits ya. I mean.. y'certainly dress as one, could fool me. ❞ he gives a half-suppressed chuckle, waiting for his buddy to disguise himself && leap out of his van before sliding the door shut. With his horse keychain in hand -- he clicked the alarm button on his key fob to assure his car was secured && locked, promptly after trailing behind Fizz. ( before the ecstatic frenzy buffoon gets himself into trouble )

Scarlet eyes dart at every passerby, as if he was ready to bite someone's head off if they came within tail's reach of his friend's personal bubble. Nevertheless, the assassin did his diligent best not to bring out his firearms in plain sight. It's Sinsmas after all, plus, Fizz wasn't so keen when it came to 'danger'. Bloodshed. So, like a good mutt, he remained glued by their side. Keeping a cautious eye -- but also listening to their shopping game plan. Above all, the 'treat' portion.

❝ Whatever I want ? ❞ it broke his vigilant stance, widened hues almost glistening by the profound generosity. Genuine. Almost too sincere in that -- he couldn't of think of anything in the spot. Spending time with Fizz is already more than, someone like himself, could have ever asked for. His overprotective actions alone were already a dead giveaway of that. He couldn't think of anything... better ? But for the sake of wanting to sound "cool", less cheesy, he shoved aside his innermost feelings for now. A smile plastered his maw as he scratched his own nape, turning to avert an awkward gaze between the two.

❝ It's no big deal. Y'have done favors for me before, I already owed ya. ❞ turning back to Fizz he then gestured towards a nearby hat booth. ❝ So let's get that hat before yer' head starts reekin' of piss stains. ❞

Well lucky for Blitzø, Fizz wasn't that nosy of a person even if he had seen the mistletoe the jester wouldn't have asked any questions. It was Sinsmas in July anyways. Even if Fizz ever found out what his friend was planning he would have just cheered him on with this perverted quest of his. Fizz never gave a thought about catching a cold. Sure that was a possibility but the guy was barely ever sick so why would he become sick now, right? What are the chances? Besides if Fizz hadn't ran into Blitzø he would have just visit in stores and warm himself up before continuing his own quest which was to have some snowy fun and then bring some in Lust for Ozzie to see snow. Easy and fun!

The car ride to the HellMall went fast and Fizz was actually scared for his life for a moment. Sure this wasn't his first time being in a car with Blitzø but still he held onto his seat belt like his whole life depended on it.

"You know you should respect the elder-.. oh never mind. I'll take that back what a spiteful expired raisin" Fizz looked out the window as the elderly kept showing back some rude hand gestures and swearing like a pirate. Fizz himself would have flipped her off as well but what if they were a fan? What if someone see Fizzarolli disrespecting elders? That would have not made him look good. Anyways! Time to do some shopping!

Fizz just took off his seat belt and placed his hand on the door handle but was soon interrupted by Blitzø and the dirty rag that he now had on his lap. "Excuse the hell out of me" Fizz lift the rag up, inspecting it with rather disgusted expression on his face. "I do get where you come with this Blitzø, I really do but-.." he paused for a second, flailing the rag in a little. Fighting against paparazzis or horny fans wasn't the most pleasant thing to do and it would all be evaded by using some sort of disguise-... "I have standards, not to the point it makes me seem like a diva, but I much rather have a paper bag on my head than a used filthy rag" knowing his friend these stains may literally be anything. But the looks of Blitzø's face he wasn't gonna back off and bet he'd lock Fizz in this van unless he wore it.

With a deep defeated sigh Fizz took of his jester hat, quickly wrapping the rag around his head. He felt ridiculous! And his facial expression told it all. "And we take this to our graves" pointing at his head before sliding the door open, hopping out without kicking any of the trash with him, minus the rag. Now it was time for shopping! A wide smile found it's way on the jesters face as he turned to look at the mall, it's been a long time since he last visited this place!

"First things first, I want a new hat, maybe a scarf to keep me warm" Fizz said as he started to make his way to the mall's main entrance. The hat was an essential now! "And since you tagged along in this funny journey of mine, I will treat you. You can get anything you want. For all the troubles" he gave a pat on Blitzø's shoulder. It would only be fair since Fizz went and interrupted his friends original plans.

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 so long as it wasn't collateral damaged, he'd live. fighting for survival has been, to an extent, his every day occurrence. The tough act didn't came from nowhere, he was forced to adapt into this persona of his. Urged to not lower his defenses, otherwise he would get trampled. walked on. like their kind usually end up. Needless to say, he had to give it to Mills -- since the moment they met there was always something about her aura that stood out to him.

Fierce, charismatic, && brave -- there wasn't a single trait of hers he didn't love. The woman could literally carry him && Moxx with her bare hands at the same time ! A remarkable array of strength he's hardly seen on their side of society. Her resilience was immeasurable, refined, unique -- he could of gone another 10 years in Pride ring && never find another imp that could come close to matching her stature. As her overseer he wanted to provide for her, for them, && with how quick they were able to connect -- sometimes rubbing off each other, he planned to keep her within tail's reach forever ! ( well, so long as they desired. if they weren't sticking around for just the paycheck )

Upon entering the Hellcaffè he approached the counter, taking in her FAT axe request —— without waiting too long, receiving a disposable cup carrier with all their requested drinks.

❝ how d'ya like dynimite ? she's fierce like you. ❞ he'd jest, showing off his before handing over the cup carrier with her axe mocha && the others.

Loona had the moon && Moxx had the musical note. Her husband had cooked for them before, so it wasn't hard to figure out their interests. Though, her following retort did came to a surprise for him. Nearly dropping his mocha when it chimed his ears. ( was she being for real ?! ) He tried not to let the excitement get to him. It wouldn't of been ideal to get carried away, since it was just a probability. Still, it touched his heart profoundly && he wanted to let her know that.

❝ Thanks, Millie billie. You're the best. ❞ he softly spoke with a warmth smile blooming across his maw. Tail playfully flicking hers as he began trailing back to the streets, leading them back to the rest of the I.M.P squad.

there   was   a   fleeting   thought   of   offering   him   an   apology.   other   than   moxxie ,   blitzø   had   been   one   of   the   first   people   in   her   life   to   really   ...   see   her.   and   her   teasing   wasn't   ever   meant   to   be   more   than   that ,   harmless   fun.   if   real   damage   had   been   caused ;   if   she   upset   him?   she'd   never   forgive   herself.   not   when   his   praise   hadn't   come   with   the   secondhand   insults   that   so   often   filtered   into   words   back   home.   he   had   never   knocked   her   down   when   perfection   had   slipped   away   from   her   aim   or   slice   of   her   knife.   in   so   many   ways,   blitzø   had   been   every   bit   the   supportive   boss   and   friend   millie   had   always   dreamed   of   having.   

she   only   wished   he   could   extend   that   same   curtesy   to   moxxie   once   in   a   while.

“ hell   yeah—   chocolate   sounds   great!   i   want   a   huge   axe   on   mine! ”   her   gaze   flickers   up   in   time   with   the   small   boop   left   along   her   forehead.   it   cracks   a   smile   across   features ,   following   the   simple   laugh   that   was   reserved   for   her   softer   moments.   millie   tipped   her   head   back ,   chin   tipping   up   to   match   his   gaze   and   followed   alongside   his   strides.   

“ tell   y'   what ,   b   …   even   though   i   can't   promise   moxx   will   ever   change   his   mind ,   if   it   ever   seems   like   he's   gettin'   interested   in   tryin'   something   new— ”   her   words   trail   off.   shoulders   lifting   in   a   simple   shrug   as   she   casts   a   look   up   at   the   taller   imp.   it's   a   dangerous   line ,   sure.   the   last   thing   she   wants   to   do   is   betray   the   trust   of   her   husband.   and   there's   a   difference   in   the   two   of   them   joking   about   it   versus   something   actually   happening.   but   ..   “ all   i'm   sayin'   is ,   if   i   think   there's   a   openin'..   i'll   let   you   know   okay? ”