#boszbichblitzo

[empyrean-clairvoyance]

The owl watched from the safety of his knees and listened to the man in front of him, Blitz's voice strained with familiar anger and something else that Stolas wasn't sure... was it pain, guilt, anxiety? The prince didn't know but it made his chest ache. "... I would have helped you get in" He says softly before his shoulders tense up to his chin at what Blitz says next. "I... I was embarrassed your right but not because of you Blitz and I have not once been ashamed for sleeping with you but I.. I didn't like being stared at. I take antidepressants for a reason... and when the spotlight blinded me and Asmodeus grabbed me when I stood up to get air after hearing all those horrible lies those other people where saying about you my anxiety spiked.... I couldn't breath" he groaned in memory and hides his wet face in his talons. ".... I didn't want you to see me cry... who cries because their overwhelmed on their first date.... its fucking embarrassing."

The owl hears a swish while his eyes were covered and jumps slightly before instinctively tensing up waiting for the sound of something crashing but when it doesn't come he peeks between his fingers and realizes it had just been Blitz's tail. "He can't do that Blitz, there is a legal system in place to prevent that kind of thing from happening and I am planning to show you the legal paperwork and what we need to do to get your business legalized officially." He made a soft noise in denial then he noticed the tears welling in the imp's eyes and couldn't help moving closer to the edge of the bed where Blitz was. "Your not a problem Blitz never... and we are having a conversation about it... right now currently, I haven't given you the crystal yet or the legal paperwork that came with it. you still have to sign your name."

Stolas gently wiped his wet eyes and the dripping tears from his face sniffling as he listened to the shorter man describe their time together. ".... your right, in the beginning I was very enthusiastic.. eager to have sex with you every full moon.. but please understand Blitz... you are the second person in my entire life I've ever had sex with and the first person I was willing to go to bed with I was excited.. am excited to explore that part of myself with you... I didn't know how to be involved with someo-" He froze when he heard what Blitz said next white pupils showing shock and distress in his wet cherry red eyes before reaching out timidly... he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch but he couldn't stop himself gently hooking his pinky finger with Blitz's own pinky. "get rid of you? I'm not throwing you away Blitz! I'm... I'm unchaining you to me, I'm giving you a choice in whether you stay or go, giving you a choice whether you want to see me or not.... no obligations or deals, just... just us and what we want to be to each other.... I want you to stay, I want to wake up next to you and cook breakfast with you and take our daughters shopping... together but if that's not what you want I'll understand... I won't bother you or text you... I'll accept your choice."

He lightly squeezed Blitz's pinky and gave a wet sniffle. "I'm gross and covered in tears, I very much doubt you want that now Blitz." The prince knew the other was deflecting... and that was okay, tonight was a very highly emotional night and Stolas honestly had been expecting a far worse outcome then them talking like this. He listened before shyly asking. "You wanted to make me happy?" he looked away as his wet cheeks turned pink before clearing his throat. "Your right again, I should have told you that we needed to talk.... I was scared." Stolas sighed before looking back at the shorter demon. "I don't know how to talk about this either Blitz... I'm just... well, I'm just being honest or trying to be and I don't expect you to give me an answer tonight... or even this week... I just want you to know how I feel and to free you from the deal so that your free to decide what you want to do."

The prince watched as Blitz moved away from him ending the cuddling and sat up, perhaps Blitz was right... it was better to continue this face to face no matter how difficult it was to be looked at right now. Stolas shifted to sit up too and tucked his long legs under himself while clasping his talons together in his lap. "I know its a lot Blitz.... perhaps reading more books than I had conversations growing up may have stunted me in more ways than I realized... I sorry for laying all of this down at your feet without warning..." It was hard enough to ask Blitz to come to his home directly but he suspected that he would have lost his nerve if he had told him that they would be talking... or Blitz would have maybe not have come at all.

Stolas peered up at the imp through his lashes as he slide off the bed to face him with emotion the owl couldn't quite decipher beyond the anger he was familiar with. "Yes its because I like you... your different than anyone I've ever known but the first night you tried to steal the book, It was the first time in my life I didn't want to vomit and wash the feeling of hands off me... I wanted to see you again..to not feel numb again... so I offered the thing you wanted in exchange... it was selfish" He breathed and shifted to wrap his arms around his knees hugging them to his chest to give himself comfort as he continued. "It was Ozzie's... when you asked me out on that date, I wanted so badly for it to real but when I saw your employee get on the stage I realized that it wasn't...You weren't there for me... then with all those eyes on me suddenly in the spotlight without alcohol to numb the anxiety I hid." He tucked his face into his knees with a shudder before he spoke again. "You were right....'Don't act like what we have is anything other than you wanting me to fuck you' you saying that I realized that was all we would ever have with this deal... and I wanted more... I wanted to get to know you... I wanted to go on real dates. It's stupid, wishfully thinking of a lonely pathetic man" He chuckled wetly into his knees.

At the comments of tying Blitz down to some other royal he barely knew and being a glorified sex toy Stolas couldn't stop the hiccupped little sob that escaped his beak without his permission, well at least I know how Blitz feels now... how he had seen their nights together. "You would be no more tied to Asmodeus then anyone else who has legal businesses in Lust, if I continue to lend you the book someone will eventually learn about it... Stella could learn about it! she's already sent an assassin to kill me once if she knew what we were doing... we could be arrested, your business dissolved or worse." He pressed a talon to the still healing holy wound in his shoulder... though the doctors say that there will always be an ache, "Is that what you think about our nights together? that you were just a sex toy to me?" He looks up from his knees to look Blitz in the eyes tears freely steaming down his white face plate.

"What do you want Blitz? what do you want to happen tonight? what do you want to happen to the deal?..... what do you want to happen to us? what do you want?"

[froggy-fizz]

[ starter for the beautiful, amazing, show-stopping @boszbichblitzo ]

Navigating the bustling, noisy, streets of the Pride-Ring it was near impossible to avoid flyers for the all-imp circus: stuck haphazardly onto lampposts and crumpled underfoot, they were everywhere. All bold lettering, promises of a night of awe-filled wonder, and plastered with the grinning face of an imp in a jester hat. Stifled by the shadow of its tragic history, the circus was, uh…well, let’s just say, business had been better. The horrifying fire had been a bit of a buzz-kill, and even as the years passed, there were only really two pieces of common knowledge about the circus: 1.) It’s that circus where the awful, horrific, tragedy happened. 2.) It’s the circus that has Fizzarolli!~ Look, the jester found the praise undeniably gratifying, especially considering the nerve-wracking nature of his return to performing after gaining a whole set of prosthetic limbs but, well, Fizz just wished it didn’t always feel like he was single-handedly responsible for clawing back their audience. He wasn’t a miracle worker! He was a performer. A fucking good one, but still, it turns out that rainbow confetti, unholy amounts of glitter, insane layers of stage-makeup and general razzmatazz could only do so much to cover up the tragedies of the past.

Days off were rare and even when they presented themself, Fizz exclusively used them to practice the skills he hadn’t yet mastered since getting his prosthetics. There was a soft mechanical whirring as Fizz took the long balloon in his robotic hands. Bathed in the glimmering warmth of the lights of the big top, he began to attempt to twist the skinny balloon into shape, his forked tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in pure, unshakable, focus. With a loud squeak, the balloon slipped through his metal fingers and floated gently down to the floor beside him, still infuriatingly sausage shaped. “You slippery little fucker!” he admonished as he clasped his hands around the rubber tube once more. Come on, how hard could this be? He used to be a fucking balloon animal making legend. His hands may be robotic now but the brain doesn’t forget! Taking a slow breath, being more delicate this time, he twisted at the balloon in an attempt to make a simple horse — his heart soared as he managed to twist and turn until something began taking shape. When he was done, however, his heart skipped a beat. There, resting in his hands, was a half-formed horse missing his legs. That, all-too-familiar, feeling of forming tears began to sting his eyes. Against his will, a hot tear rolled down his cheek. Fizz’s teary eyes darted around wildly to the other circus performers that were milling around the tent in a panic, making sure that no one had seen him falter. Cash would be so angry. It was ungrateful for him to be upset after everything the man had done for him. Plus, no one wanted to see him upset. He was the face of the circus. The success story. The bright, unfaltering, smile. The hope for a better, richer, future. Fizz clambered unsteadily to his feet. Holding that dumb fucking balloon animal tight to his chest, he scurried off to the isolation of his dressing room.

The jester practically threw his failed attempt of a horse onto his vanity. Which was…unsatisfying, consider how it merely bounced of the mirror and floated peacefully to sit among his makeup. The prosthetics of his hands let out a small, electric, spark of protest at how hard he grasped at the edge of the hardwood table, staring straight into the eyes of his reflection. Fizz took a steadying breath, or twelve, then slumping down unceremoniously into his chair — he picked up a stray powder puff and tapped it onto his face where the tear had left a streak in his otherwise flawless makeup. “I know you’re a clown but fuuuuck…seriously Fizz?” he chastised the beautiful idiot in the mirror, wrapping his mechanical fingers around a lipstick before dabbing it against his lips gently. Blitzo was a piece of shit that’d burnt down the circus, left him to die in the flames, and then not had the nerve to show his face ever since. “…waste of a perfectly good make-up look, if ya ask me…” Fizz had spent far too much time that morning colour-coordinating his eye shadow to the cute baby blue crop top he was wearing to ruin his hard work over a ghost.

[moxxiemisfire]

starter for the lovely @boszbichblitzo

A bright, doe-eyed, wonder filled Moxxie’s shimmering eyes as he stared through the glimmering portal towards their chosen camping ground. As soon as Millie had suggested the little group trip, the bow-tie wearing imp had spent hours scouring the internet for the best possible location. An idyllic view. Pleasant weather. Not too many humans. This? Well, this was perfect. Everything he’d envisioned. “…it’s beautiful…” the words tumbled quietly from his lips, his hooves instinctively carrying him forward until they met with the soft tickle of grass. There were rows of towering trees and a steadily flowing stream of crystal clear water. A pleasant breeze caressed the skin of his face as Moxxie let his eyes fall shut and took in a deep, slow, and altogether steadying breath — it was as though, for the first time in weeks, the pressure in his chest had lifted.

Things had been a little…uh, weird, around the office. In honesty, Moxxie felt as though he’d kind of blacked out and missed a bunch of stuff because he’d been so hyper-focused on attempting to make their finances work and generally hurtling towards a major panic attack. The sharp-shooter pushed that thought to the back of his mind: this trip was supposed to be relaxing. No point letting his worries follow him through the portal.

Sleeping bag? Check. Tent? Check. Insect Repellent? Check. Medicine kit? Check. The imp, who had traded in his bow-tie for a loose Hawaiian shirt, analysed his bags with a look of focus furrowed into his brow. Moxxie couldn’t help but feel like he was missing something — his gun? did he need it? Surely not. These woods were safe, right? The imp tore his gaze away from his bags in search Blitz to ask his opinion. “Sir—” the word died in his throat as his eyes came to meet not Blitz, who was stood on the other side of him, but Millie and Loona, who were both stood on the other side of the portal. In the office. Something was wrong. A look of sheer horror crept across Moxxie’s features as he watched the portal closing. The imp heard Millie shout something along the lines of: ‘Sorry, boys! Enjoy your campin’ trip! We’ll open the portal for y’all tomorrow~’

“No. No. No. No…” the words tumbled from Moxxie’s lips before he even had a chance to process everything that’d just happened. The smaller imp sunk slowly to his knees, staring in disbelief at where the portal had been moments before. “They closed it by accident, right Sir?” he muttered, in denial, allowing his gaze to flicker across to Blitz, “…o-or as some kind of joke, maybe? I’m sure they’ll reopen it any second...right?”

[starlit-sovereign]

starter for the wonderful @boszbichblitzo

♡ Warning: may contain spoilers for Mastermind. Read at your own risk! ♡

There was a lethargy deep in his hollow bones that he was unsure whether to attribute to the loss of his magical essence or an incoming wave of overwhelming, inescapable, depression. It had been three days since his entire world had been brought swiftly and spectacularly to crumble apart around him. Three days of staring, bleary-eyed, at the television, napping throughout most of the day and mindlessly counting the rotations of the ceiling fan in order to keep his mind busy. The mindless disassociation was more comfortable than facing the violent maelstrom of contradictory feelings that were at war in his mind right now. Stolas did not regret his actions in the courtroom: but, nonetheless, the feelings of grief at his loss cut through him all the same.

It was early in the morning, the brightening sky turning from near-black to a murky shade of red, much alike dried blood. Stolas was laying on his stomach, sprawled out across the thread-bare couch of Blitz’s living room his blanket having fallen to hang loosely across his legs. The fallen Prince was clad in little more than a pair of shorts and a borrowed oversized t-shirt of a band that he had never heard of. The shirt somehow managed to both fall off one of his shoulders and sit awkwardly cropped on his slender frame, baring his midriff to the world — or, rather, the inhabitants of Blitz’s apartment, which had, for all intents an purposes, become his entire world. The owl looked considerably more rugged than usual, not having preened his feathers at all for the past few days, unable to bring himself to perform the self-caring action. Grinding his beak nervously, his tired eyes came to rest upon the beanbag that Blitz had begun to use as a makeshift bed. The imp looked so blissfully peaceful when he slept, it filled Stolas with a warmth that gripped his chest violently.

There was one aim on Stolas’ mind that morning: he needed to convince Blitz that he was perfectly fine to be left alone in the apartment. In his rare moments of lucidity over the past few days the owl had attempted to insist that his current state ought not to stand between Blitz and his work — it was mostly due to a crushing feeling of being a burden on the imp. The apartment was barely big enough for Blitz and Loona without his giant frame making the place all cluttered. The absolute bear minimum he could do was not get in the way of Blitz’s life. The owl slipped unsteadily from his position on the couch, talons tapping quietly against the floor as he made he way to the kitchen — rooting around as quietly as possible within the pots and pans.

[copaceticjillybean]

@boszbichblitzo

"It'll be 60 years next winta. So ya can see why I get a lil' stir crazy, don'cha hon?"

[empyrean-clairvoyance]

♬

Send in a ♬ for your muse to catch mine singing

Stolas was in his room jumping around and swaying his hips as he belted out lyrics to the music blasting out of his speakers on his vanity

" Oh, the dragon's balls were blazin' as I stepped into his cave!!! Then I sliced his fuckin' cockles with a long and shiny blade 'Twas I who fucked the dragon, fuck a lie sing fuckaloo... And if you try to fuck with me, then I shall fuck you tooooooooo!!!!"

The prince throw his talons up into the air and screamed as loud as he could

[poisonedspider]

New Years Kiss

He hated to admit that he wasn't a real fan of the New Year - but then again, he wasn't a big fan of most holidays. Especially since he had been staying at the hotel. No offense to Charlie, but ringing in 2025 without being high as balls wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. He would rather be partying the night away, completely tripping balls, making out with the first person he could find at midnight.

He was glad at least that Blitz had invited him to his party. Party? Get together? It had been a small gathering of individuals - Hellborn like imps, hellhounds, royalty like Goetia, was...was that even one of the Sins? He shouldn't be surprised, since Lucifer hung out around the hotel all the time now. Nothing should take him by surprise.

He had been standing out on the balcony of Blitz' little apartment, staring out at Pentagram City. At least it was in Pride, so he'd been able to attend as a sinner. Cigarette hanging between his fingers, he had smiled upon seeing the imp come outside, hearing the chanting inside. "Yeh' ain't gonna go find someone cute t' kiss at midnight? Looks like yeh' got an entire apartment full of 'em." He laughed, taking a drag of the cigarette, before humming as he heard the countdown start.

"Well, sucks f' yeh', looks like yeh' gonna be too late. Ain't got much choice other than yours truly." His grin is almost devious, tossing the cigarette over the balcony - this was Hell, you think people cared about littering or starting fires? - before bending over, pulling the other by his shirt and into a searing kiss right after the crowd had shouted ONE! Letting lips linger for just a second, before - "Happy New Year, Blitz. Ah' hope yeh' get everythin' yeh' could possibly want this year. Yeh' deserve it."

[toranoya]

Sinsmas: Fizz!

It was a particularly slow day at I.M.P headquarters, and then the front door slammed open with dramatic flair, followed by the sound of circus music blaring from an unseen speaker. Standing in the doorway, in all his overly-animated glory, was none other than Fizzarolli. Of course! Who else?

“Well, well, well, look who decided to drag his lazy ass to work today!” Fizz teased as he saw Blitz, sauntering into the office like he owned the place. His joints whirred as he moved, his grin wide and devilishly mischievous. “Miss me, Blitz?”

Fizz asked as he twirled his hat dramatically before perching on the edge of Blitzo’s desk. “Now we both know, I am a super duper very busy demon, but I just had to make a pit stop. I’ve got something for you, and I think you’ll find it electrifying.”

Fizz pulled a bright pink box out of nowhere, complete with a glittery bow, and pushed it toward Blitzo. “This, my dear friend, is a gift of appreciation. For all the chaotic memories we share and because I just know you’re gonna love this.”

Inside was a custom-made, bedazzled, life-sized replica of Fizzarolli’s signature horns. Except these weren’t just any horns—they were outfitted with LEDs, adjustable vibration settings, and, of course, an instruction manual that promised “hours of fun.”

[@boszbichblitzo

[infernal-wrath]

⛦⃝ starter for Satan’s current least favourite @boszbichblitzo ⛦⃝

The hum of languid, almost sleepy, orchestral music wafted through the air. It was tranquil, harmonious and so fucking grating. Each soft chime and melodious chord struck a raw nerve inside the King of Wrath, inadvertently, stoking up the embers of his wild fury. As the music soared to a crescendo a large, amber-coloured, eye twitched, wisps of smoke trailing from Satan’s nostrils and swirling into the stifling air. The King had been in a truly volatile mood from the moment he crawled haphazardly from beneath his bedsheets that morning — it was to be expected, Yogirt had assured him during their morning mindfulness meditations. You see, according to Yogirt, his chakras had been seriously misaligned ever since that fateful night and while Satan still wasn’t entirely sure that he knew what a chakra was, he did know that the words were Yogirt-speak for ‘you’ve been acting like a huge asshole recently.’ The trial, and the circus it’d turned his courtroom into, was so fucking rage-inducing that the mere mention of it sent his temper aflame. The issue came when he had been forced to schedule a meeting with that mouthy little imp bastard that’d managed to avoid losing his head in the courtroom. It was an insult! A lowly imp assassin had an audience at the infernal palace, and for what!? so that, he, the King of Hell could fuckin’ concede and politely ask the lesser demon to put an end to the rebellion that Satan could see brewing on the horizon. He would NOT bend to the will of imps!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous bang that mingled with the sounds of crackling electricity and fizzing static. Satan hadn’t noticed himself stalking over to the music speaker until his fist had blown a hole right through it — the lapse in his control, and the subtle stinging of his knuckles, sobered the King up and suddenly free from the beast of his own temper, he could hear Yogirt’s voice instructing him to breathe. In and out. He inhaled slowly, holding the breath inside his chest before blowing the hot air from his lips. Satan wasn’t sure how long he stood there, Yogirt gazing up into the Sin’s eyes as he guided Satan’s breathing and soothed him with positive affirmations. It could’ve been an hour or a second, but Satan was pulled from his steadying breaths by a knocking at the door.

“Enter!” the cavernous voice of the king bellowed out as he wandered towards a black leather chair, where he seated himself in anticipation of his guest. The interior of the room was a vision of black leather and brimstone, a blending of regal ostentation and something modern. Satan, himself, was seated on one side of a glossy black table, looking no less imposing than during the trial in spite of having altered his size to a far more manageable size.

[peppy-jester]

“Hey Fizzies, you got any plans on Wednesday? Wanna come over for dinner and a B movie marathon?”

He had to admit dinner and movies sounded great. Fizz had a smile on his face until he remembered what was the date of the day. Within seconds his happy demeanor was gone.

".... Yeah I have plans for the day. We can do this the day after Wednesday right? I'm free then or... or weekend. Two day just movie marathons, what'ya say?" his plans was just to keep distance to everyone for that one day. No surprises no presents, nothing Birthday related to this jester.

[botanikos]

Date?

Date Sheet

Who asks for it:

[ ☆ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ☆ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ☆ ] Platonic Date

[ ☆ ] Romantic Date

[ ☆ ] First Date

[ ☆ ] Double date with: Moxxie & Millie

Location for the date:

[ ☆ ] Movies   • [ ☆ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ☆ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ☆ ] Something with horses, for Blitz. :>

[ ☆ ] Restaurant   • [ ☆ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ☆ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[ ☆ ] Nature  • [ ☆ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ☆ ] Forest      • [ ☆ ] ...and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ☆ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ☆ ] Staying at home  • [ ☆ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[ ☆ ] They can just sit and draw together. It'd be cute and simple

The date might hopefully end with...

[ ☆ ] ...holding hands

[ ☆ ] ...a kiss

[ ] ...in bed

[ ☆ ] ...knowing each other better 

[ ☆ ] ...sleepover between friends ????

[ ] ...a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ☆ ] No. You reblogged it already, I'll send you one sooooon~

[peppy-jester]

The word bitchier made Fizz quirk his brow a little. Not that he took it in offensive way but he had forgotten how he was back in the day, usually Blitzø was the one who had more spine to tell some people off while Fizz was hiding behind him A lot had happened between these fifteen years, of course Fizz had to learn to grow a pair to survive in here, that or let his bodyguards deal with annoying people.

And soon he seemed a bit shocked as the invitation of visiting in Pride. Frankly the jester hasn't visited in Pride unless he had a gig there. He had been avoiding Pride because of all the memories he had in that place. It would have hurt bit too much, but now Blitzø had asked him to visit and meet his daughter. It was still weird to think Blitzø having a family like this, not in a negative way... he just needed to get to used to that. "Maybe some day sure... would be fun to visit there after all these years" Fizz shrug slightly with a small smile on his face. He had used to stay in Lust most of his times unless Mammon had called Fizz in Greed for whatever showbiz reasons.

"Well you know I did say no one wants to visit in Greed voluntarily... you know how this and it's residents are. Always have to be on your toes, never know when some... weirdo lassos you up and tries to blackmail a deadly sin" he just shook hie head a little at the thought of this whole mess they were in earlier. Still can't believe it actually happened, and Fizz here thought he had seen and experienced almost everything."When did you ever live here?" asks the person who lived here in Mammon's mansion for few years before moving to Lust.

"Still can't really imagine you as a Greed resident of all places. People in here are everything but nice"

"Alright, alright, whatever you say, Fizzy." Blitz laughed, rolling his eyes at the other imp with a smile. If Fizz wanted to see him as a hero, who was he to argue? If anything, that sounded kind of nice, actually.

A soft snort escaped as Fizz claimed to have changed and Blitz glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "Have you, really? I mean, I guess I did see you throw an actual punch earlier, and you seem a little better at standing up to people maybe...... You might be a little bitchier too, but I'm not complainin' about that. I always thought it was funny when you'd bitch at me in that squeaky little voice you used to have." He missed that squeaky voice, although the deeper, rougher tone Fizz's voice had now definitely did things for him and he appreciated it just the same.

Blitz's smile widened as Fizz gave him the okay to help him out and he shifted in his seat to face him a little better as the elevator began to move. "I'll definitely help. And I'd be happy to meet your Quieves." He raised an eyebrow. Honestly? Blitz was indifferent on the little critters, but if Fizz loved them, he could at least tolerate them for his sake, even if their eyes could be a little freaky sometimes. "They already jumped all over me earlier anyway, what's another little dogpile? Maybe uh.... maybe sometime you could also come over to my place? You could meet Loona and I could show you around Imp City a little, it's changed a lot since we used to sneak out to hang out there as kids."

Blitz tilted his head at the last question, not quite sure why it mattered what he was doing in Greed. "Uh, I mean..... I used to live here for a while, there's still some places I like to go. I was gettin' coffee, but the shop I used to know is gone now and they replaced it with fuckin' pisswater, so I guess I won't be goin' back there again. Why? Is there somethin' wrong with me visiting Greed?"

[poisonedspider]

He wasn't high enough for this. It wasn't like he didn't do interviews often. Half the time, it was Valentino being interviewed, and Angel just being there as some sort of pretty trinket to show off. The other half, it was times like this. But nothing had seemed to cause quite an uproar like this - at least not since he had left the Vee Tower and moved into the Hazbin Hotel.

He didn't think that equality would be such a horrible thing - but then again, this was Hell. Still, Angel Dust had never been one to not speak his mind, no matter how blunt or how unprofessional. And as a gay man who had been forced into the closet his entire living days, he was going to speak up against injustice of minorities and lower class. It just made sense.

But damn, the interviewers that were going off, asking if he even knew the imp in question, what his opinion on politics were (so much for keeping out of them), blah blah fucking blah. He had barely heard the voice through the chaos, only looking down before blinking a bit behind his sunglasses. "Well, ain't that ironic." The very imp he was being bombarded about, coming to his rescue? That couldn't be mere coincidence.

Still, he was smiling, grabbing another reporters' face and shoving them out of his vision, before nodding. "Since they basically ridin' my dick because of what ah' had t' say about yeh' trial? Think it's only fair." He's teasing, of course. Maybe. Just a little. Blitz being there only caused the interviewers to get into more of a tizzy, Angel not even hesitating to grab the imp's hand that wasn't occupied by iced coffee, giving him a tug. "Let's get th' fuck out of here."

Life returned to something vaguely resembling normal after the trial. In many ways, things were better, Loona had finally fully accepted him as her father (she even said she loved him!), the business was overwhelmed with work, things with Stolas were..... okay? He thought? Better, anyway, they could at least call each other friends. And for the first time in his life, Blitz was actually starting to get some recognition. Sure, it wasn't for something he'd ever wanted to become famous for, but it was something, right?

The only real downside to his newfound fame was the fact no one would leave him the fuck alone when he was just trying to go about his day in Imp City...... which is what led him to Pentagram. It was dangerous as fuck, by comparison, and he knew that, but the odds a city full of sinners would give even half a shit about an imp trying to stand up to Satan and dodging an execution were a lot lower and he just wanted to drink his fucking iced coffee in peace.

It was somewhere near the middle of Angel Dust's tirade that Blitz– and the rest of the Hellbucks he was standing in– tuned into the interview playing on the TV in the little coffee shop. It didn't take a genius to figure out the rant was about him– which is good, because Blitz was anything but a genius– and suddenly his little excursion to Pentagram City didn't feel quite so anonymous.

Driven by curiosity, and maybe some small sense of camaraderie, once the imp had received his overly-expensive, overly-sweet drink, he opened a portal and popped out across the street from the studio, sipping on it as he watched the crowd gather around the entrance. It wasn't a long wait at that point before Angel made his appearance and was immediately swarmed– fuck, fame really wasn't all it was cracked up to be, huh?

Blitz watched for a few moments, snorting in amusement as the spider caved some asshole's face in, then made his way over. He shoved his way through the crowd, using his big ass horns to his advantage, until he was face to..... well, groin with Angel– seriously, why were sinners always so fucking tall? He craned his neck to look up, horns smashing into a camera behind him and sending it plummeting to the pavement, then took another sip of his drink and cleared his throat. "You look like you could use a ride. Want some help getting away from these assholes?"

[stolastar]

@boszbichblitzo

"You would think Ozzie would at least have the decency to contact us personally..."

[peppy-jester]

Date?

Date meme

Who asks for it:

[X] Your muse asks mine

[X] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[X] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[X] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[X] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [X] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options; Action)

[X] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [X] Fast Food

[ ] Nature   • [ ] Beach   • [ ] Park   • [ ] Forest       • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[X] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[X] Staying at home   • [X] Watching movies   • [ ] Playing Video Games   • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[X] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[X] …knowing each other better 

[X] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[X] Yes.(unless you already have~)

[ ] No.

[toranoya]

Unknown time later…

“Blitz? Blitz, shit—”

Moxxie barely had time to process the scene in front of him before he was rushing over, sliding to his knees beside the crumpled form of his boss. Blitz was out cold, his body unnervingly limp, dust coating his skin, his gun discarded beside him.

Moxxie’s heart pounded as he grabbed Blitz’s shoulders, shaking him roughly. “Come on, wake up! Blitz, don’t you dare—” His voice wavered, panic bubbling up. No, no, no. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

He pressed two fingers to Blitz’s throat—pulse, faint but there—and then checked his breathing, relieved to find it shallow but steady. Still, that was way too close.

Grinding his teeth, Moxxie pulled out a small container from his belt, cracking open the lid. The acrid scent of smelling salts filled the air, and he waved it under Blitz’s nose, shaking him again.

“Come on, you stubborn asshole,” he muttered, his voice tight with something he didn’t want to acknowledge. “Don’t make me have to drag your dumb ass out of here.”

[@boszbichblitzo

A choking sound escaped as the grip tightened. Blitz's vision was already beginning to tunnel and he'd been choked out enough times at this point to know what it felt like when he was about to pass out. He had a matter of seconds, a minute at most, before everything would go dark and he'd be left even more at the mercy of this monster inhabiting Stolas' body.

"S-Stols....." He choked out again, the gun dropping from his hand as the demon's grip loosened. His eyes met Stolas', unfocused and hazy, and a soft, pained smile spread across his lips. "'S not.... your fault.... Stolas...." He managed before his eyes rolled back into his head and everything finally went dark.