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Recorded this live performance of “It’s Later Than You Think” with the lovely souls of The Wild Honey Pie and Chromoscope! Get a load of my beautiful friends in the band: that’s Peter Silberman on electric guitar (we also wrote the song together!), Oscar Albis Rodriguez on bass, and Zach Jones on drums. 

Massive thanks to the rad people who came together to make this video: 

Directed and edited by Chromoscope Pictures

Engineered and mixed by Pete Hanlon

Hair and makeup by Nicole Ruggeri

Photography by Noel McGrath

Produced by Eric Weiner

Associate Produced by Lucy Dunning

The Wild Honey Pie Productions

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[carolmunson]

sweet you rock, sweet you roll

welcome to 1990 where our besties are still on the early side of their lil’ love journey. for those that are new here, i use the name ‘Stella’/'Stella Rink’ as a fill in for 'Y/N’, so don’t get thrown off if you see it. it’s still a 'reader’ fic. cw: swearing, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receving), kissing, touching, honestly some of the cutest shit i’ve ever written, daddy kink mention if you squint, two people being in love with each other, fluff, smut, fluffy smut. sort of casual dominance but not really? he just likes to do stuff for her. —

“No, can’t go there,” Eddie’s voice sounded a little tinny over the phone, but happy to talk to you just the same. You’d been on two dates already, planning the third after a three week hiatus while you went on a press tour. Now you were both back in California, and he’d been itching to see you again. “Why can’t you go to Rappaport? Not like the food or something?” you ask, looking at the list of restaurants your assistant brought you. “Oh no, like, I can’t go there,” he urged, “I’m banned.” 

“Oh,” you say, “So definitely not Rappaport then. How’s Sorrelli’s sound?” “Banned.” “Deltas?” “Banned.” “Rain Bar?” “So banned that I can’t even be on the block, sweet thing.” “How many places are you banned from?” “Thirteen. At least in Southern California,” he explains, you can tell he’s proud of it.

“Ed…why? Where are we gonna go to dinner?” you asked with a whine.

“Fuck dinner, let’s do something metal,” he says, like you know something metal, like you know the difference between a bass and an electric guitar.

“Like the planetarium?” you ask, it’s a joke and he laughs so hard into the speaker that you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Oh Stell, that’s so sick,” he says, “Fuckin’ love the planetarium.”

So you went, in disguise – baseball hats and sunglasses – dressed down. As dressed down as Eddie could be in his metalhead get up. No one called the paps, the science museum employees didn’t jump and squeal when they saw you, you got to just be. You held hands during the presentation, giggling and ‘Ooh’-ing at the projections, laughing when the little kids at the show would shriek and say little kid things to their parents. Eddie would cast glances at you, admiring your face in the blue light reflecting off the 360 screen, he wanted to keep the moment as a photograph in his brain that he could whip out whenever he wanted. You were so happy next to him.

You toured the rest of the place when the show was over, looking at all the telescopes, listening to the tour guides exhibits. Some parents nudged each other, and looked in your direction and as you left a little boy came over to tug at Eddie’s jacket.

“Are you Eddie Munson?” he asked, his front tooth missing.

“Yeah dude, what’s your name?” he said, squatting down to get on his level.

“I’m Chris,” he said, a big smile spreading over his face.

“Hey Chris, how old are you? You just lose a tooth? That’s pretty metal, man,” he smiled, flashing his straight white teeth at him.

“Six!” he said, holding up his hands to show him the number, “The tooth fairy came and everything. She gave me a quarter!”

“A quarter? That’s rad,” he said, fishing into his back pocket for his wallet, “You know something? She gave me another dollar this morning to give to you for having such a cool smile.”

“Chris, you can’t be running off like that,” a guy with bleach blonde hair that hit his chin with a battle vest on that rivaled Eddie’s was jogging up to the little boy, “You’re gonna be the death of me kid, who you talkin’ to?”

The man scooped Chris up, resting him on his arm above his hip, “Dad, it’s Eddie Munson!”

Eddie stood up and nodded to Chris’s dad, “Hey man.”

“Oh shit dude, hey,” he had the same smile as his son, just with all his teeth, “Big fan, holy shit.”

“Big fan of your little dude, here,” Eddie said, “The tooth fairy actually gave me a dollar this morning to give to him, if that’s cool.”

“That’s real cool of you man,” the man said, “Thanks for talkin’ to my boy, takin’ the time.”

“Don’t sweat it, what’s your name?”

“Phil,” the guy beamed.

“Have a sick day, Phil. See ya later, Chris.” 

“See ya laterrrr!” Chris called out from over his dad’s shoulder while they walked toward their car. “You’re so good,” you say, nudging his arm, “You’re sweet.” 

“Oh no, the jig is up,” he says dramatically, “Now you know how nice I am.” It’s so easy to roll your eyes at his antics, but you can never get yourself to commit to doing it. Your heart fluttered when he reached out to hold your hand to walk back to his car, his ‘84 Mustang SVO – all black. He was so predictable. “Wanna just drive around? I don’t wanna be done hanging out,” he said, opening your door for you. “You gonna drive like you did earlier?” your stomach flipping, remembering all of his fast turns and speeding.

“Nah, I’ll do it nice and slow for ya,” he winked, shutting the door behind you once you got your seatbelt on. “That’s how you like it, right?” he asked, bouncing into his seat. He loved the effect he had on you, watching your cheeks get hot when he got a little dirty. You hadn’t even kissed yet and it was driving him insane, he could barely contain himself when looked at your lips for too long. “Shut your mouth,” you teased, your heart hammering now at his implication. “You know what I’m gonna say,” he said, putting his arm behind your headrest to pull out of the parking lot. “‘Make me’?” you guess. “Okay, well now it’s not a fun hot joke because you actually guessed it,” he huffed, fake exasperation flowing out of him. Once you made it to the highway, he put his hand on your inner thigh intuitively. You were buzzing at his warm touch, his thumb grazing the fabric of your jeans. It was so inadvertent, the hold he had on you, he wasn’t even trying. He was just Eddie. 

The sun had gone down while you drove through LA, pulling into a McDonald’s drive through when you both said you were hungry at the same time. “Ed, I can’t,” you said while he pulled into the line, the yellow of the lights outside tinging you both through the windshield. “Angel, you just finished a press tour,” he argued, “I know you haven’t eaten in weeks, get a fuckin’ Big Mac and live a little.” “If my trainer finds out –” “I’ll kick your trainer’s ass. Let me order you some fine cuisine,” he said matter of factly, the car dragging up to the speaker. 

“Heyyy, can I get two Big Mac meals, one with no onions and extra pickles, and light ketchup, like whisper of it if you can. The other is fine as is,” he leans out of the window slightly, his shirt riding up showing off his tattoos. If you weren’t drooling over him knowing your exact Big Mac order after only hearing it one time two months ago, you were now. “Anything to drink?” “Uhhh, lemme get a – two diet cokes?” he said, “Actually, fuck that, one diet coke, one regular coke cause she’ll want a sip of the regular one. Medium.” “Anything else, sir?” “And uh,” he looked at the car behind you, two kids and a tired mom in the front seat, “I’ll cover whatever the people behind me are getting.” “Are you sure?” the speaker asked back. “Hundred percent,” he said, “That’s all, thanks.” “I’ll let you know your total at the window, sir,” the speaker said. You ate in the parking lot in the car, watching families and cars walk by – oblivious to the two of you. “Can I have a sip of your–” “Yeah, baby, have the rest,” he said, passing you his regular Coke and taking your diet Coke, popping it in his cup holder. “I don’t want the rest,” you say back, but you know it’s a lie and so does he, so he doesn’t bother fighting you over it.

You ended up back at his place, it was closer and the traffic on the way to yours was brutal. It was very much a rockstar mansion, black and chrome and red all over. Vaporwave elements and neon at every turn, it would’ve been more cool if you were less exhausted. He was jittery when you ended up in his room, like this wasn’t his intention, “Uh, do you want some pajamas or something?” “T-shirt works,” you assure, “Do I get to pick the band?” “Absolutely not,” he says with a shake of his head, “I’ll pick for you.” He rummages through his drawers, fishing out a Black Sabbath ‘75 concert tee and tossing it to you. You tiptoe to the master bathroom to change, stepping out anxiously in just his t-shirt and a pair of mismatched socks. He’s sat on his four poster, now just in his jeans and his t-shirt from earlier – wallet, belt, vest, and shoes discarded elsewhere. When you asked why the bed frame looked so industrial he told you not to worry about it, but the metal loops on the posts gave you a pretty clear idea. He bit his lip when he saw you come out, a vision in his t-shirt with your hair down, your glossy lips tight in an embarrassed smile. You folded your clothes and put them on the bedside table closest to you, climbing onto the bed and sliding against the cool satin to lay on your side. He crawled up the bed to lay across from you, half of your faces hidden by the pillows you were laying on. 

“We can watch a movie or something,” he suggests, but your sleepy face steers him away from it. Eddie’s soft gaze lingers on you, a shaking finger skating down the side of your thigh, “We can just stay like this, too.”

He watches your eyes flutter closed and then look back to him through heavy lids, mumbling into the satin pillowcase, “I like this. Bein’ next to you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his ribcage could’ve snapped open, “I like being next to you, too.” He skated his finger back up your thigh, his hand palming the flesh over your hips. Eddie toyed with the hem of his shirt on you, fingering the fabric between his fingers. It had been through the ringer too many times to be worn out in public anymore. It was a thousand times in the washing machine soft, but to him, it wasn’t softer than the skin under it. He saw it all peeking out through the holes in the sleeves and at the neckline – just falling apart. He was falling apart just the same.

“Can I um, can I get closer to you?” his voice sounded like he was back in eighth grade on Valentine’s Day, passing out carnations to the pretty girls and going home with none.

You don’t respond verbally, just shimmying your body over the black satin duvet and lazily swinging your leg over his hip. He let you pull his arm over your waist, his hand falling onto the mattress behind you while the crook of his arm laid snugly between your hips and your ribcage. He brings his hand to splay across your back, tracing shapes between your shoulder blades.

Your noses are just about touching and looking at each other is a little distorted but he still breathes out, almost a whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you laugh quietly.

“I don’t think I can stop saying it,” he says. It’s quiet and he can tell by the steadiness of your breathing that you’re maybe ten minutes away from falling asleep. America’s Sweetheart in his bed, in his t-shirt, a little angel on his black cloud of satin sheets.

Eddie let his teeth sink into his lip, nervous was an understatement. He filled the small gap between your noses, his eyes closing too, “I really like you, Stell.”

“Hmm,” your soft sleepy moan was comforting, the little smile tugging at your lips made his throat tighten. Maybe you’d only heard him in a dream.

“I really like you, Ed,” you half whisper, stretching your arms and legs and letting them crash back over him, “Big crush.”

“You got a crush on me?” he teased, blushing redder than the bouquet of roses he sent to Chrissy Cunningham for her birthday his Junior Year. Saved up his pay from the auto shop for a month to afford them only to forget to sign the card. Jason saved the day by saying he got them for her, instead.

“Oh yeah,” you smile, “Huge.”

“I have a big crush on you, too,” he pulls you close to him so your chests are touching. The scent of your perfume hitting him in the chest where the butterflies were begging to get out. Eddie takes his hand from your back to your thigh, gently hoisting it up to align your hips with his. He holds his breath when your arm snakes around him too, tied up like balloon strings – like you’d both float away.

“You’re warm,” you say, looking at his lips while the hand that was on your thigh meets your cheek. You can feel his heart hammering under his No Rest for the Wicked '88 Tour t-shirt, as soft as the one he put you in when you said you were getting tired.

“You’re…” his tongue felt too big for his mouth.

“Don’t say pretty, again,” you sleepily tease, “Say something else.”

“Ugh, ya got me, let’s see,” he chuckles, putting his forehead to yours, “You’re…I don’t know Stell, you’re so many things.”

“So…many…things?” you whisper, your lower lip tucking between your teeth.

“Ugh, that was dumb, I’m sorry,” he was embarrassed as soon as he said it, but your eyes perked up from their sleepy state when he did. That teasing glint in your eye that made him feel like a kid on the playground where he got picked first for Ringolevio teams. Hawkins Elementary’s best tagger, fastest runner – shame he didn’t go for the track team – just ran away instead.

“I promise, I’m smooth,” he laughed, letting the hand on your cheek slide further back, a little behind your neck so his thumb rested delicately on your jaw.

“You’re…” he didn’t want to say the love of his life, you’d only been on three dates. How would he even be sure of that? Sure, he felt sure of that, he already called you his wife to his favorite paparazzo – but did you feel sure? He didn’t want to scare you away.

He leaned his head back a little to look at you, your features only lit up by the soft glow of the white Christmas lights artfully hung from the ceiling. He hadn’t really outgrown the early twenties male experience of decorating poorly – at least an interior designer had put them up for him.

“You know at the planetarium when they just showed the stars at the beginning? And it sort of feels like you’re suspended in mid-air? Like, in space?” he asked. You nodded back at him, stifling a laugh building in your throat.

“And you can’t believe the whole galaxy is so big around you, but everything is so bright and so exciting and you know you want to go explore it? But it’s sort of scary, right? Cause y'know, you don’t know how much oxygen you have and god, fuck, I’ve never even been to space camp, I’d never get hired to NASA so –”

“You’re rambling, Munson,” your voice is gentle, and his nervous prattling quells when you raise a hand to rake comfortingly through his hair.

“You feel like that, Stell. Like the whole galaxy. You’rebright, and exciting, and funny and I wanna learn everything about you,” his voice is almost pleading, like he’s asking for an invitation to explore, “But y'know, it’s sort of scary 'cause you’re just so – you’re really it.”

“I’m scared, too,” you admit shakily, your hand matching his behind his neck, your thumb sliding over the barely there stubble on his jaw.

“What? You’re not scared of anything,” he said, searching your face with his big sweet eyes for an answer, “Why’re you scared?”

“'Cause,” you started, becoming a little breathless at his gaze, “No one’s ever looked at me the way you look at me.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart? Everyone’s always lookin’ at you,” he teased, “I’m just some guy.”

“No, Ed. You really look at me,” it made your heart race to admit it, “Like you’re seeing me, and I – no one ever sees me.”

He put his forehead back against yours, your faces back to being distorted and bug like, “Is this what you mean? Am I seeing you like this?” he laughed your noses squished together. Your giggle makes him overwhelmed like he can’t believe he can make you laugh, that you think he’s funny, that you think of him at all.

“You know what I mean,” you say, back to just breathing, nose to nose.

He nods in agreement against your forehead, his eyes closed for a moment while he breathes you in. Your perfume is still putting him in a tizzy, he’d buy you four billion bottles of it if it meant you’d smell like that forever. His heart is still hammering against your chest, you can feel a nervous film of sweat building on the back of his neck.

“I really wanna kiss you,” his words are barely audible, eyes still closed, his full lashes tickling his cheeks, “I’m tryna be good though, y'know. A gentleman.”

“Such a gentleman,” you whisper back slowly while his eyes flutter back open and closed again. You can feel his strong ringed hand press against the back of your neck, tilting your head up to meet him. Eddie brushes his lips to yours just barely, ghosting over skin at the corner of your mouth. Electricity was thrumming through him, his chest becoming the most metal drum solo he ever heard. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. C'mon Munson don’t be a wimp.

His lips found yours, gentle and timid, warm honey pooled in your stomach at the feeling. You could feel his body tremble while he went in again, his kiss getting more confident, the arm he hid under your pillows snaking out to cup a hand on your other cheek.

Eddie’s mind is just static and the feeling of your lips, the way your hips rocked against his, the softness of your skin. He could’ve guessed that this is how it would be, like he’s known the whole time what your lips would taste like on his. Like they were always meant to be there.

You break away to breathe, looking at him with a heaving chest and pinked tinged cheeks.

“Was that good? W-was that okay?” he asked, catching his own breath, the heat on his body radiating higher and higher.

“More than okay,” you gasp back. Your heart matched his in beating, fluttering wildly in your chest. More, more, more, more, more.

“Should we – can I do it again?” he asked, his caution rivaling when he lost his virginity in the back of his van in his senior year. Seventeen and stupid with an old pack of condoms he stole from the gas station.

You don’t answer, just roll your hips so he’s flat on his back on the mattress with your legs on either side of him. Heat burning in both of your stomachs at the change of position. Eddie can’t think to keep his hands to himself while one arm snakes around your waist and the other one holds your back so you stay pressed flat against him.

The rest is hot breath and teeth and tongue, Ed’s gentle hands brushing over his t-shirt on your body, snaking it under to stroke the skin of your back.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles into your lips, “I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you.” He knows he means it in more than one way, he hopes you don’t notice. 

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you say into the next kiss.

“I want to be gentle,” he says, pulling away, “I wanna show you how that feels.”

You blush at him remembering that you complained that other guys you’d been with had always been so stifiling. So focused on their own pleasure, on seeing America’s sweetheart with their dick in her mouth, on showing you off. A trophy to be won, a PR stunt to be had, a body to be masturbated into. No one ever took their time, no one ever even bothered to ask.

You thought he wasn’t listening the first time you had dinner, but he was focused on tucking away every single word you said so he’d never forget it.

“At least until next time,” he smirked, “’M sure I’ll find some other things to show you.”

“Oh, so there’s gonna be a next time?” you tease, sliding your hands from his face to his hair.

“If you’ll have me,” he shrugged, his voice getting playful, “I’d love to be considered.”

“I’ll definitely consider it,” you smiled, sharing a breath with each other before your mouth reaches for him. You let your hips slide over the ever growing bulge in his jeans, savoring the friction against the heat between your legs. A little gasp popping out at the feeling of his hands quickly gripping your hips to steady them.

“Eaassyy,” he hissed out, holding back a breathy groan, “Go slow.”

“I think it would be more fun if you didn’t have these on,” you giggled, sitting up and back on the tops of his thighs, tugging at his belt loops.

“Stella,” his voice comes out with an exasperated edge, “I didn’t – I don’t want you to think that this is the why I invited you back here.”

“I know, Ed,” you said, “It’s okay.”

“Like I didn’t want to just bring you home and take you to bed, y'know? It was just gonna be a long drive back to yours.”

“Eddie, stop, I don’t think you had a master plan or anything,” you put your hands on his chest, your hair falling forward over your own. You looked at each other for a beat, both of you mulling it over. 

“If they come off it’s like…that’s it,” he laughs, putting the heels of his hands over his eyes.

“I can’t believe I just told Stella Rink not to grind too fast on my dick,” he scolds himself with a cheesy grin, “Every man in America would literally die to be me right now.”

“Y'know I have a really big following in Budapest, too,” you laugh back, “If you’d believe it.”

He sits up to meet you with a kiss, “I believe it.”

“I think I’m the first girl you’ve ever told to slow down,” his heart pangs a little when you say it. You are the first girl he’s ever told to slow down.

“Not every day I have Andromeda in bed with me,” he mutters, maneuvering you off of him while pulling at his belt. He gets off the bed to peel his jeans off, standing there in his black boxer briefs, a sheen in the fabric glinting in the low light. His pulse throbs in his throat while he takes his shirt off, anxious if you’ll still like him without any clothes. He was running a little thinner these days, coming back from a particularly rough time with some friends in low places – he didn’t tell you how long he’d been clean. He didn’t tell you anything at all. You sat on your knees on the mattress, satin sheets sliding under you, taking him in. Every inked tattoo flashing harsh against his fair skin, the hair on his stomach trailing down behind black nylon. The veins on his arms protruded down to his hands where his rings sparkled. His soft pink lips slightly parted while he reached up to shake his frizzed curls out. “Wow,” your eyes are glassy and round while you look at him, your body pins and needles as he steps to the edge of the bed. Eddie pulls you in, sucking in your bottom lip before trailing kisses down your jaw. You hiss when he gets the base of your neck, your knees parting under you. “Right there?” he asked into your skin, his tongue slipping over that spot again. You can feel his confident smirk against your collar bone. “Mhm,” you whine, “R-right there.” Eddie tugs the neckline of the shirt to the side to leave soft kisses on your shoulder, the other hand smoothing over the curve of your waist. “You can take it off,” you blurt out. He pulls away from your shoulder, looking at you like you just told him he was playing Madison Square Garden for the first time. “Your shirt? My shirt?” he asked, his voice cracking, “I mean, the shirt you’re wearing?” He swallowed hard when you nodded and reached for the hem, gathering the worn fabric up over your arms. Your hair flounced back down, messy but somehow still in place. He kept the shirt in his hands while he looked at you, holding his breath. “Ed, you’re…” you suddenly felt self-conscious, his eyes lingering too long to just see your body. His gaze was pouring into you, “You’re giving me that look again.” He blinked and shook his head, letting out a sharp exhale through the mouth, “Baby, you’re  – you’re perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, Ed,” you blush, your whole body burning. “No, no, I think you’re being modest,” he says, gently guiding you to lay back on the bed again. The shirt you were wearing had been forgotten, discarded on the floor. He placed himself between your legs, taking one of your arms to kiss just above your wrist, the crook of your arm, your bicep – he took his time, flicking his gaze down to you with each one. He put your arm down, caging you in with each of his arms on the side of you, leaning down to kiss the top of your chest. Sloppy and wet, leaving spit in their wake, his hair tickling over your breasts.

Eddie couldn’t hold back a moan when he let his tongue slide between them, a hand reaching to softly massage one. Your whine made his eyes roll back when the rough pad of his thumb slid over your nipple, back and forth, watching the other one peak in time. His lips lingered over it, looking at you almost to ask if it was okay, you nodded feverishly. His tongue swirled and flitted over the nub of skin, smiling as he heard your first quiet ‘oh god’ fall from your mouth. He’d soothed you while you squirmed underneath him, moving from your breasts to your sternum, down to your stomach, your pelvis. Eddie’s tongue and lips only stopping to whisper soft little nothings into your skin like ‘you’re so perfect,’ and ‘be patient, baby’.

He got to your underwear and paused, on his knees on the mattress between your legs. Eddie let his hand run over your thigh, dipping his fingertips down to the soft inside flesh. You shivered. 

“Is it okay if these come off?” he asked, fingers exploring from your thigh to the tops of your panties.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay,” you turn red at the question, no one had ever asked you that before. You were never really given so much choice. He was slow about sliding them off your body, watching them flow down your thighs and calves at the guide of his hands. Once they were making friends with your discarded t-shirt on the floor, he looked back up at you.

You cross your legs, nervous and excited for what he might do next. It felt good to not know, to let him take the lead. He touched you exactly how you liked to be touched, like he’d been studying it for years. You watched him make a mental note of every little gasp or whine you let out, every involuntary shiver. 

His hands wrapped around your ankles, uncrossing your legs and putting them back on either side of him. He hoisted your legs up from under your knees, slowly parting the limbs until they were splayed out like butterfly wings. Childlike excitement bubbling in his chest, opening the biggest present from under the tree. There you were, your puffed up lips parting just slightly, the sticky sound of them separating over slickness whispering in the room. 

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, a pot of honey to a bear, he’d never had so much restraint in his life, “Fucking beautiful.” 

You blush, you don’t know if you’ve stopped blushing, your hands immediately going up to cover your face. You feel his finger trace over the manicured patch of hair between your legs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t wax,” you mumbled behind your palms, “I didn’t think we were gonna…I didn’t think you were gonna see it tonight.” “Sorry you didn’t wax?” he asked, your eyes peeking out through your fingers. He’s grinning down at you, his eyebrows quirk, he can’t believe you’d apologize, “I’m a grown man, Stell.” 

“Let me see your face,” he said, “Wanna watch you, watch me.” “You’re so bad,” he sees your smirk while you say it, your hands coming down flop next to your head. “What? I like an audience,” he shrugged with a wink, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. His salivary glands are working double time while your hips move slowly underneath him. Eddie lets out a soft hum when your thighs twitch, his lips pressing more sloppy kisses against the soft and plush flesh. You can feel his breath at the crease of your leg to your groin, biting your lower lip while a soft desperate mewl shoots out of you. “I’ll get there, I’ll get there,” he teases, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, “I take it I don’t have to ask if this is okay?” “It’s so okay, Ed,” you huff, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him down the slope of your body. Eddie’s flat on the mattress on his stomach, propped up on his own elbows so he can push your thighs back and out. The guitar pick on his necklace dangling dangerously close to your entrance. He lets his tongue stripe up one lip, a huff of breath left at the top, your hips jumping at the feeling. He’s slow, licking up the other, ducking out of your hand reaching out to put his face between your legs. “So impatient,” he chides, “No wonder your assistant thinks you’re a nightmare.” 

You let out a laugh, your head falling back and exposing your neck – he thinks he might love you like this. You might be the person he loves the most. 

Eddie waits for you to look back down at him before giving in to you. You could’ve sworn those big brown eyes were magnetic with the way your gaze snapped to his. He kissed the fleshy part of your thigh again before finally sliding his tongue in a flat stripe between your folds, lingering over your clit but not touching it. 

The gasp you let out made his head swim, ‘more of that’ he thought. His tongue flicked over your clit just once, your thighs twitching again, desperate. Tears wet your eyes as the anticipation built in your stomach, your chest feeling hot. “Please more,” you whined out, it came out a little more pathetic than you hoped, “Don’t tease, s’not fair.” 

“Sorry, angel,” he smirks up at you, cockines falling into his voice, “Not polite to play with your food, huh?” You shook your head no, your mouth falling open at his tongue going back to work. Soft and slithery, you could feel him exploring you, dipping inside you to drag your fluids up and around while you just got wetter beneath him.

“Oh that’s – that feels so good,” you drawl out, his lips suctioned loosely over the bud of your clit switching agonizingly between sucking and licking, fluttering and vibrating while your walls clenched around nothing. “Can I use my fingers?” he asks, fingertips trailing your inner thigh, “Make you feel even better.” “Yes,” you rasp out, shaking on your elbows, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer. With his tongue still working your clit, you barely register his ringed finger teasing your opening until the first thick knuckle presses past your walls. “Oh fuck,” you hiss through gritted teeth. He wasn’t looking up at you anymore, eyes closing while his finger disappeared into your entirely, curving upwards to toy with your g-spot. He was completely in his own world where it was just him and your pussy, the sound of your moans, and the way your hips bucked against his unrelenting mouth and fingers. 

“‘M gonna cum,” you pant while his ring finger meets his middle finger inside of you, stretching you out. You can’t believe how full you feel from just the two of them alone. “Oh baby, I know,” he breathes against your thigh, “I want you to.” “Wanna cum – ooh! mmm – with you inside me,” you beg him. He’s suddenly stupid after hearing your admission - with you inside me, with you inside me, with you inside me - ringing in his ears on a loop. His fingers slide slowly out of you and go to the mattress where he presses himself back up onto his knees. “You’re sure you want to? I know we’re in the moment,” he said, sliding his hands comfortingly up and down the sides of your thighs, “I don’t want you to feel like that’s what I want, so you have to.” “I want to,” you say, breathless and empty feeling, “I want you.” He maneuvers you, propping all the pillows up nice and fluffy and placing you over them, just your lower half down on the mattress. The rest of you on a mine of goose down feathers and black satin. Eddie’s next kiss is deep and wanting, hands immediately cupping your cheek and wrapping around the back of your neck. Your hands find his boxer briefs and he swats them away while breaking the kiss, “Again with the impatience Stell, your assistant must hate you.” Even his mischievous smile is endearing while he teases you, hopping quickly off the bed and sliding his underwear off. You can’t help the bulge in your eyes when you see it for everything it is – and its fucking big. “Yeah, yeah, the rumors are true, whatever,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. If there was anything you knew about Eddie before you met him was that every tabloid rag in America would have an exposé from an ex girlfriend or lover that said something along the lines of ‘Awful guy, huge dick.’

“Oh-kay big shot,” you tease back, while he climbs back on the bed between your legs, “Reel it in there.” He hits that spot on your neck again with his tongue and your back immediately arches, a soft and satisfied purr coming from his chest. He pulls at your hips, dragging you further down the mattress, the tops of your thighs kissing your chest. “You ready?” he asks while guiding the swollen tip of his cock to just outside your entrance. “Are you?” you ask gently. “Very,” he says, stroking himself long and slow, “I know you’re gonna feel as good as you taste.” The sentence comes out of him primarily and gutturally. Your walls flutter while he shifts closer, just the soft skin of the tip pushing into you at first. You watch his face as he pushes in slowly, his mouth hanging open with a huff, his head tilting forward on a hinge. 

“God, fuck,” Eddie huffed into your hair while falling down against your chest, pushing into you to the hilt. He laces fingers with yours, pressing your hands into the mattress while he thrusts again, “Feel’s so fucking good, sweet thing.”

“Pussy like fucking velvet, Jesus,” his words coming between ragged breaths, whining, The grinding of his hips finding a slow and steady rhythm inside you.

You could barely talk, just choked gasps and breathy moans pouring out of your mouth while he rocked into you, your body barely accommodating his size. White blinding your eyes while the curve of his cock met the edge of the sensitive spongey button inside of you, over and over. 

“Ooh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” the words peppered out of you desperately, your hips rolling in time with his slow thrusts. Your sweat blending between your chests, leaving no space between you, “Just like that, Eddie.”

His face slacks, his brain nearly turning off at the sound of you moaning his name, coming back to reality quickly while his lips find your neck. He lets go of one of your hands to prop himself on a forearm, looking down at you, stealing a kiss as you moan into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, a question he normally says with a mocking confidence when he’s backstage making groupies scream into his dressing room couch. Tonight it’s genuine and soft because he actually wants to know. Is he making you feel good? Do you feel what you’re doing to him? Can you tell he’s falling in love with you? 

“It feels…huhn…it feels,” your breathy gasps answer for you.

“Don’t hate me for saying it sweetheart,” he starts with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “But you’re so pretty like this.” “God, can I be anything else?” you giggle, a little moan squeaking out while his thrusts quicken. “You could um,” he gulped and swallowed, slowing down his pace to a stop, still staying inside you, “You could be my girl? If you want?” 

You don’t reply at first and you can feel an embarrassed heat flash through his body. His mouth starts and doesn’t stop, barely breathing between words, “Totally get it if you just wanna keep hangin’ out though. If you hate labels, I hate labels – right, baby?  Y’know, I wasn’t planning on asking under these circumstances – was gonna maybe ask on our next date. Not that I’m assuming there would’ve been a fourth date but like, I figured maybe you might want to see me again. I definitely would’ve wanted to see you again. Thinking about it now, literally five seconds later, I probably should’ve waited. Holy shit, I’m such an asshole – who does that? Who asks that while they’re fucking? I mean Jesus Christ, talk about manipul –” “Hey,” you say, putting your pointer and middle finger on the center of his lips, “You’re rambling again.” You lean up to meet him, taking your fingers away and replacing them with your lips. He involuntarily starts his rhythm again, sliding in and out of you with ease, feeling your heels bounce against his lower back. You quietly look at each other and your breath hitches, not just from how good he feels inside you, but from that look. You might love him, you might be falling in love with him. You might be so terrified of him that you can’t breathe, that you can’t think straight. Maybe he’s the best of the worst guys you could be with – or maybe he was the best of the best. Maybe you’re being fooled by his messy hair and big brown eyes, the dimples in his cheeks when he smiles at you. A charming little scorpion that’s waiting for you to give him a ride on your back across the river. Maybe he’s just like the snake tattooed down the right side of his ribs. “Sorry, ‘m just nervous,” he said, “You make me so nervous Stell. I feel like a fuckin’ teenager when you’re around.” 

Nevermind. He’s an angel. He buries his face in your neck, returning to his steady pace. You weren’t expecting him to be so vocal this way, grunting and moaning while he fucked you. You’d expected mean taunting words, you expected him to mock you, to make you tell him how good he makes you feel. To be honest, as hot as it was to hear him in your ear while he pleasured you, you sort of wanted to know more about the authentic Eddie Munson sexperience. 

Eddie pushed off you and on his haunches, angling your hips further back with his hands on the backs of your thighs. A high moan peeled through you when he pushed into you again, hitting every spot he could with his cock, he felt it too. Your moan reverberated back to you, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling, ringing in both of your heads. He was fucking you slow, but still managing to fuck you dumb. “Feels so good inside me, daddy,” you whimper out, not even knowing where that name came from. You’ve never called a man that in bed before. Eddie’s voice and eyes darken, his little devilish smirk passing across his face,  “Careful with that name, baby. Don’t want him to come out too soon. Daddy isn’t nice like me.” You turn bright red but you aren’t sure if it’s from embarrassment or because you desperately want to know how not nice he can get, “I never say that, oh my God.” “That’s okay,” he said, hips finding a quicker rhythm now that he knows where you’re at, “You can meet him next time, yeah?” “Yeah,” you whine out, your voice getting small. “You want it a little harder?” he asks, gentle, gentle, gentle. “Mhm,” you say, eyes glassy up at him. He knows you’re at his mercy now, fucked silly, needy for it. He wants to slide into his regular routine – flip you over and pound you out with your ass up in the air, begging and crying for more. But no. You’re different, he wants to see you cum, he wants to see you love it. He wants to watch you love what he does to you. Eddie keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Your head immediately pushes back into the pillows under you, barely able to contain yourself at the feeling. “Ah fuck, I’m close,” he hisses through heavy breaths, sweat sliding down his face from under his hair. You can hear the clap of his balls and hips against your ass, feel the grip on your thighs, the sound of his ragged chest. The euphoric slide of his cock slamming into you, pace getting erratic as he got closer to the edge. You’d been teetering on your orgasm since he pulled his fingers out of you, riding the coast of it while he made love to you. The coil tight in your belly close to snapping as he looks down at you, hungry and loving – that look. That look. He leans back down against you, knowing you need a little extra coercion to make it over the edge. Eddie’s hair tickles your chest while he gets back to the base of your neck, right at your favorite spot, his teeth drag gently over it. “Oh!” you cry out while he sucks up part of the skin, his tongue swirling, teeth gently coming down on it. The coil snaps, sending you reeling – you don’t know if your loud ‘Oh, God!’ is you moaning his name or not, but he’s moaning yours in your ear. 

“That’s it Stell, cum for me. So good f’me, baby, so good…” You can feel hot ropes of his cum being let out inside you, warming you up from the inside out. He stays inside while you both come down, covered in sweat, heaving breathing into each other.

Eddie brings his head up, heart pounding like it was before he kissed you, and rests it gently against your forehead. He nuzzles your nose against his, coming in for a soft kiss. His voice when he speaks is small and innocent, almost boyish: “Can I keep you?” 

You nod against his forehead, both of your eyes closed. He wraps his arms around you while rolling off to the side, spooning up behind you. He wants to scream at your nod, to do a victory lap, to call Wayne and tell him that he’s dating the biggest movie star of the early 90s. “Wanna be your girl, Munson,” you say sleepily, snuggling back into him. “You are my girl, Rink,” he murmurs, sleep sneaking into his voice, too, “Gonna be my wife one day.”  “Gonna be your wife,” you repeat back. “Gonna be my wife,” he says again, with a soft kiss on your shoulder. The glow of the room comes back to you when you open your eyes, you know you should get out of bed and clean up – and you will. But for right now, this is nice. To be held by a maybe scorpion on a ride across the river, the sweetest boy you ever met who is banned from 13 restaurants in southern California, an angel with horns under his halo. Your boy. His girl. Gonna be his wife one day. 

[originemesis]

@sixwingedmercy xxx

"Well.." The angel spoke, walking towards him and taking a seat next to him, her eyes falling to the guitar, listening to the notes as they danced in the air. It was nice. Adam was a very talented musician, one of his many talents he held and didn't display to the many. It was a shame really. Adam was hard to read, she admit to that, but it was a talent of her's to be able to read people's souls. It was necessary for her role. If she couldn't tell what people were feeling, she wouldn't be able to bring out the joy within them.

She folded her hands in her lap, looking off towards the sky around them. "You're different from the other mortal souls that inhabit Heaven, you know that." The seraphim spoke, her words soft and caring. She was used to Adam's crass attitude. It didn't phase her anymore. The mortal souls that accompanied them, well, that was a different story. There were many times she noticed them being taken aback. "Is there anything on your mind? You know I'm good listener. I won't tell Sera anything either, you have my word. " She asked, turning to look at him in the eye, or well, the eye that lit up upon the mask he wore. Emily wished he would not wear it so often. She never understood why he felt the need to done the mask as much as he did. It was like he was trying to hide.

Oh great- she was pulling up a perch. It's not like he really expect Miss Sunshine and Rainbows to up and fuck off in a flustered flailing of white wings with the rather tame (for him, anyway) take he was granting her under the cotton candy shades that heaven's twilight brought with it. But the seed of doubt in his chest that had sprouted twice before with the disparaging dispersal of both the beings created to remain at his side still remained like an already hard pill to swallow and accompanied with the conditions of a dry mouth and not a glass of water in sight. Maybe once that cloud they were on spilled its pink jelly guts.

Shifting a knee he'd monotonously man spread out under the wide spill of his robe to make room for her to plop into her own rendition of a to turtledove loafing in the cumulus, he waits for whatever degree of that daily affirmations mumbo jumbo she was prone to pitch him in her pursuit of uncontested joy in heaven and keeps strumming long and slow notes that spark up hints of electricity between his talons and the strings. If her hair frizzed up from sitting too close, that was on her.

"Yeah- yeah. I'm just built different. You actually come up here for something, or is preaching to the choir all you're good for~" A lazy click of his tongue dispelled any hint of agitation his words might suggest. He was harsh by his very nature - what a clean and smooth soil turned out like when ran through the wringer that was Earth outside of the garden a few too many times: coarse, calloused, realistic...certainly lacking a filter. Or at least one that wasn't grimed over beyond Sera's efforts of guidance. Of course that high and mighty attitude of hers didn't exactly help expedite the process any faster. Her seraphim successor had the right idea with how to handle him though- with a careful softness that cushioned his tumultuous talents and directed them where needed.

"Won't you?" A mostly unconvinced snort follows a series of tremolos he plucks along the neck of his axe. "Looks like I'm turning out to be the influence she always warned you about. My very existence convincing you to keep secrets from the boss ~ or maybe you're just finally hitting your 'too rad for rules' phase?" With a light shrug that sends his rolled sleeves back down over his playing hands, he paused mid-melody to hike them back up to his elbows. "Well, there's not much to say is there?" After the fussing with his garments, he drums talon tips along the golden base of the soul bound instrument absentmindedly before flicking a side long look at his hunkered company.

"Vibing with folks up here... it's like-yeowch! Pulling teeth, y'know?"

[kathyprior4200]

Helluva Boss S2 E7: MAMMON'S MAGNIFICENT MUSICAL

Part One: The Prelude

“Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen!”

A cheering demon crowd had gathered for a spectacular concert in the Greed Ring. Green-colored spotlights hovered over the heads of the crowd while strings of round green lights arched up into the sky. Large glowing spiderwebs of magenta and neon green were spread out across the stadium and over circus tents and flags. The round stage was made of old moss-covered ship parts that jutted out haphazardly in every direction above it. Pink rectangular speakers stood on either side and Mammon’s sigil glowed magenta upon the curtains. A tattered flag of Mammon’s smiling jester face waved from the very top of the stage. Green flames sprang up in a circle around the outside of the stadium as the crowd grew excited.

A female imp with short black hair did a “horns/rocker” gesture with her hand next to another demon wearing a green and black jester hat. A pink succubus wore a neon green bra, while another imp wore green glasses, a green shirt and two glowing bracelets on her arm. A male imp with white hair and a nose-ring waved his fist in excitement.

The announcer boomed, “Hell’s number one clown! The money-maker himself!”

A screen popped out from under the stage floor and “MAMMON” appeared in bold green letters with white dots that lit up, spun, and dinged like a casino sign.

“The sin you all looove most: MAMMON KING OF GREEEED!”

Among the crowd of demons dressed in dollar-sign shirts and Mammon hats, was the teenage duo of Blitzo and Fizzarolli. The two imps had gone to the concert as friends together before the horrific future circus accident. Teenage Blitzo had braces on his yellowed fangs, a black spiked collar on his neck, green-yellow pants, black boots, and a black tank-top with “Mammon” in green-yellow letters. Teenage Fizzarolli, with red face and large stripped horns intact had a torn short green-yellow shirt with a black “M” and a dollar sign on it, along with green-yellow bracelets, dark pants and green-yellow boots with black puff balls on them. He had neon green eye make-up over his red-yellow eyes.

Four green firework flames shot out into the air from the stage. In a bang of green lightning and smoke, the towering jester appeared in showers of confetti.

“Heya, implings!” he greeted. He wore large high black boots, a layered white jester outfit and in the center of his chest was a gold button with a dollar sign on it. He had four slender arms, one of which held a yellow-green electric guitar with a gold star on the end and a gold jester crown shape on the head of it. Green and black striped leggings covered his legs and a white and black large jester hat with a black dollar sign on it was perched on top of his head. Yellow bells hung from his hat. Sunglasses were over his eyes. He slid down to the ground in a pose, holding the guitar in three of his hands. Two hands were white and two were black.

“How’re your little (*clown HONK sound*) doing tonight?! I hope you’re ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your shit lives!”

Mammon peered close with a sharp-toothed grin as more flames shot into the air. His tongue was long and purple with yellow stripes.

Blitzo, Fizzarolli and the crowd jumped up and down, chanting “Mammon! Mammon! Mammon!” Blitzo did “rocker” gestures with his hands.

“Right,” Mammon continued. “I got tons of really fuckin’ cool shit for you ‘ere tonight, but first…”

He twirled his guitar in one hand and slammed it upright on the stage. Mammon’s sigil glowed neon green behind him.

“How many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?”

“I do, I do!” yelled Fizzarolli.

“Me, me, me, me, me!” yelled Blitzo. The teens jumped up and down.

“Well, I’m happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!”

A screen above him read “MAMMON’S SUPER RAD AS FUCKING SHIT CLOWN PAGEANT!” “Fucking” was in red, “rad” and “shit’ were teal blue, and the other words were green.

“YEEAAHH!” the crowd cheered as the green fireworks shot from the stage again. Dollar bills rained into the crowd.

“You know like one ‘a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it’s BETTER!”

“IT’S BETTER!” The sign flashed the words as pointed arrows pointed at the sign. More green fireworks, raining money, and hollers from the crowd.

“Just for all you aspiring clown kids out there!” He picked up a small boy imp (a younger Wally Wackford) with thick round glasses and overalls. “A new chance to work with me, Mammon!” Mammon pulled the kid to his face in a hug, the boy smiled, eyes wide.

Blitzo flinched. Fizzarolli stared at Mammon with wonder-filled eyes and an agape expression.

“And to be the new face of my clownish brand!” Mammon continued. Wally Wackford yelled as Mammon shot him back into the crowd like a rubber-band.

“I can’t wait to see all the new talent I can exploit…um…fuck.” Mammon stuttered, almost revealing his greedy intentions. “Wait I mean…enjoy!” He laughed nervously. “Uh, watching me grow my empire!” He spread out his arms before putting his hands on his hips.

“Also, if you’re a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie: women just ain’t funny.”

Comically, the show’s producer, writer, and director Vivienne Medrano’s name appeared briefly on the screen.

“ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand! YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had! And I’ll be like the stepdad that will love you when it’s convenient!”

Blitzo was disturbingly reminded of his own manipulative father, Cash Buckzo, who loved money and Fizzarolli more than him.

“Wow!” admired Fizzarolli, Blitzo giving him a look.

Mammon continued. “You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don’t know! I mean, if it’ll make money, sure. But it’s not weird.” He glanced around nervously.

He then pointed to a short white-haired male imp wearing glasses, and a yellow-green Mammon hoodie, “You’re weird, you sick fuck!” Next to the imp was a female wearing a bra with dollar signs on them and a green streak in her black hair.

“And if you say it’s exploitation, fuck you!” Mammon stuck his nose in the air. “It’s not exploitation! If you think that then you’re a dickhead!”

Crickets chirped as the crown went awkwardly silent.

“Anyway, CLOWNS!” roared Mammon as the crowd erupted into cheers again.

“ALRIGHT, LET’S GO, YEEEAAAHH!” One of the imps had a ring on his horn.

The cheers turned to panicked screams as an army of clowns pounced onto the crowd.

0 0 0

In the dark green Greed sky, a glowing neon green coin spun slowly like a moon. It had an “M” and a dollar sign on it. Blitzo and Fizzarolli walked home after the concert, old warehouse buildings around them. Overhead were round streetlights shining red still spotlights.

“Alright, I’m gonna say it,” Blitzo began with a chuckle. “That was too many clowns.”

“I have to win that pageant someday,” Fizzarolli exclaimed. “Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?!”

Blitzo glanced at his friend. “What’s the point? Isn’t being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don’t need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot.”

“It’s not about that!” Fizzarolli said. “It’s getting to work with my idol. I just love that he’s giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He’s an inspiration!” He stared dreamily at the sky; hands clasped together.

“Well, he’s…definitely something alright,” Blitzo mentioned as they walked under a red streetlight. “I mean I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?”

Fizzarolli laughed. “So worth it!”

Behind a streetlight post, a horned figure with glasses spied on the imp duo. The streetlight flickered ominously as the shadow darted off.

Fizzarolli sighed. “Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard?”

“I think…” Blitzo began and smiled. “I think if anyone’s gonna be the new clown face on everything…”

He rubbed Fizzarolli’s face affectionally with his fist and laughed. “…it’ll be you, Fizz.” Fizzarolli smiled.

“Holy shit, you’re Fizzarolli!” cried a voice in front of them. Blitzo and Fizzarolli stopped short with surprised expressions. “Oh MAN! Your stuff is great!”

A red streetlight shone on a tall lanky imp wearing a green shirt, black pants, and square glasses. He had white hair and a beard stubble. His name was Arick “Burnie” Burnz a.k.a. “Creepzo”.

Fizzarolli took a step back. He laughed nervously with a wave. “Oh h-hey there. Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Blitzo and Fizzarolli began to walk away, but the avid fan rushed forward to block their path.

“Whoa…oh…okay…” Fizzarolli breathed, hands up.

“After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too!” Creepzo exclaimed. “I’m really good!”

Fizzarolli chuckled awkwardly and walked toward him. Blitzo glared, arms folded.

“Hey, aren’t you that creep who’s always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?” Blitzo asked in suspicion.

Creepzo grabbed Fizzarolli’s wrist, hard. “I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act.” He pulled Fizzarolli to his chest, showing a sharp-toothed yellow grin. “Picture this: we start it like a romantic ballroom dance or a…”

“Dude, weird fuckin’ pitch! Fuck off!” Blitzo yelled.

Creepzo gripped Fizzarolli’s wrist harder. “I was talking to the clown, asshole!” He spun Fizzarolli around in a twisted dance. “I’m sorry Fizzie, I’m not normally so aggressive, I promise. I’ve just waited my whole life for an opportunity like this!” Fizzarolli froze in fear, his face reflected in Creepzo’s glasses. He continued. “With your fame, and my raw undiscovered talent, I know we can…”

“Hey shit-dick, beat it now, or I’ll make ya swallow your fangs!” Blitzo yelled, raising a finger and fist at Creepzo and walking forward.

Creepzo then turned to gaslighting. “Fizz! You don’t want me to leave, right? Tell him you don’t want me to go!”

Fizzarolli’s eyes darted around. “I-um…” Gathering courage, he pulled his wrist from Creepzo’s grip. “We have to go now! Thanks, though!” Blitzo gave Creepzo a shove as he followed Fizzarolli.

Creepzo dramatically crouched under the red streetlight. “Eugh! Fizz! FIZZAROLLI!” He spread out his arms.

Fizzarolli briefly looked back, before walking with Blitzo.

“Fine! Fuck you!” Creepzo spat. “You think you’re better than me, you elitist prick? Your act’s fucking trash anyways!”

“Cheeeese and hot sauce, Fizz,” Blitzo interrupted. “Your fans are something else.”

“What if my acts are trash? What if I’m never good enough?” Tears formed in Fizzarolli’s eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t let one asshole get to you, ‘kay?” Blitzo said. “You’re, you’re plenty good enough.”

“But I have to be perfect,” Fizzarolli said.

Blitzo groaned. “Do you?”

Fizzarolli walked assertively. “I’ll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I’ll be good enough for Mammon.”

0 0 0

Mammon appeared on a TV commercial, wearing a green jester outfit with dollar sign tinsels on his hat. His eyes glowed yellow and his face appeared in confetti.

“It’s me, Mammon! And I’m here to announce the amazing new brand: Fizzie!”

Under a spotlight, Fizzarolli posed in his colorful jester outfit as confetti and dollar sign confetti sprinkled around him. There was a sound effect of children cheering.

“We got a Fizzie for every occasion!” announced Mammon. “We got fluffy toy Fizzie…”

The ad showed a Fizzarolli toy being stepped on.

“Fireman Fizzie…”

A Fizzarolli robot seductively posed lying down in a fireman suit, holding a hose that sprayed water onto the floor in an arc.

“Therapist Fizzie…”

The next clip showed an incubus in a business outfit sobbing on a green couch chair as a Fizzarolli robot wore glasses and took notes on a clipboard.

“Wait in line for you, Fizzie.”

Another Fizzarolli robot held two big grocery bags in his hands as he stepped in line, wearing heart sunglasses. The grocery bags read “Hellmart” on them with pentagram logos.

“Doctor Fizzie…beeps every time it senses cancer!”

A Fizzarolli robot beeped in a white doctor’s outfit as he scanned a concerned male imp in a hospital gown sitting on a table. The scanner turned red and read “LOL, RIP.”

“Fat Fizzie, skinny Fizzie…”

A Fizzarolli robot blew up like a balloon before going skinny.

“So many Fizzies!”

A pile of Fizzarolli toys grew as Mammon sat on top.

Mammon added. “And if you wanna fuck ‘em, YOU CAN!” “YOU CAN FUCK THEM!” appeared in green letters along with “Dishwasher safe.”

“We got Fizzies for the kids…”

A dog kid and a goat kid were pulling on a Fizzarolli toy’s robotic arms and hat as they fought over it.

“Fizzies for the teens…”

A teenage imp wearing glasses sat at a desk with computers and sat on another Fizzarolli robot. The Fizzarolli robot gave a thumbs up.

“…and Fizzies for you sick fucking degenerate adults!”

A succubus with hearts in her eyes, a fat female imp and a purple male demon wearing glasses kissed and hugged a smiling Fizzarolli robot. The robot made a gesture with its hands of a penis going into a vagina.

“We got ‘em all!” called Mammon as his smiling face appeared again with a purple background. The advertisement description appeared on the screen. “69.99! ORDER NOW!!! NO REFUNDS! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

“All based on my new face, Fizzieeee!”

He pulled the real Fizzarolli close to him. Sweat appeared on Fizzarolli’s face and he grinned nervously.

“That’s me!” Fizzarolli pointed to himself and laughed uncomfortably.

They posed in front of a large “BUY” word which was green and decorated with yellow round theater lights. Mammon did rocker signs with his four hands as fireworks of pink, teal and purple appeared on the screen. “Buy yours now! Do it!” The ad ended with Mammon disappearing in a cloud of green smoke, confetti, and gold dollar signs.

“Oh fuck, Mammon is gonna notice that!” Fizzarolli cried in fear. He stared at himself in a large mirror and wore a yellow house robe with a pink scarf that had red hearts on it. A white heart inside a pink heart was on his forehead. A lighter-striped jester hat covered his horns. The mirror was decorated with round theater lights and a pink frame with hearts on them. The drawers also had pink heart designs and a large lavender heart was on the back of the long chair. Lipsticks, makeup, foundations, perfumes, and other products filled the desk in front of Fizzarolli. The vanity area also had a fancy heart-themed tent over it.

“Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!” Fizzarolli panicked as he picked up various bottles. He was in Asmodeus’ palace in one of the elegant spacious rooms.

Asmodeus stared at Fizzarolli from behind, looking concerned. He put his hand on his hip. “This is the tenth year in a row you’ve done this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win every time!” He folded his arms. “How come you’re always so dead set on this?”

Fizzarolli held his head with clenched hands. “I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He’s…really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I-I gotta be perfect.”

Asmodeus walked over and chuckled. “Fizz, you ain’t perfect! Nobody is!” He put a hand on Fizzarolli’s shoulder and gave him a playful poke on his face. “How aboooout, you sit this one out and let someone else take the spotlight?” He spread out his arms. “You deserve a break. Or a vacation where you don’t have to…fend off creeps the entire time.”

Fizzarolli scoffed. “I had to fend off creeps before the robots. I just have thirstier ones, now. Besides, I…just have to do this!”

“Lemme rephrase,” said Asmodeus, annoyed. “I don’t like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don’t like designing sex toys with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same.”

Fizzarolli did secretly feel that way. His eyes glanced around. At the same time, he didn’t want to drag Asmodeus into his problems.

He looked back at Asmodeus. “I just don’t think about it, a toy is a toy!”

He looked away. “Look, Ozz, I’m fine.” He looked back. “Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He’s been my idol since I was five, I can’t just…not compete! I’d be letting him down! Th-the fans down!”

Asmodeus leaned forward, jabbing a finger. “Mammon can eat my ass! In a bad way. Fizz, I’ve known that guy since the start of Hell and He. Fucking. Sucks! Always has! He doesn’t even do clown shit anymore.”

Fizzarolli glanced downward. Could Asmodeus be right?

Asmodeus looked at Fizzarolli and sighed…some teal-blue flames came out of his mouth and vanished. He held a purple striped foundation bottle for Fizzarolli. “I just don’t want you doing all this for someone’s approval.” Asmodeus looked at his partner sadly and added, “Sometimes heroes let you down.”

Fizzarolli grinned and took the bottle. He opened it and puffed foundation onto his head, getting rid of a dark spot.

“I know, Ozz, but this i-is for me,” he stuttered. “I don’t wanna lose.”

Knowing that he wasn’t going to convince Fizzarolli to change his mind, Asmodeus gave him a last sad look. He put a finger to his chin and departed to another room…he suddenly had an idea.

Meanwhile, back at his apartment, Blitzo sat on his worn striped couch, eating cereal with a spoon from a bowl. A bag of chips – “plain ass flavor,” was on the floor, next to two bowls and more chips. Another red bag of chips read “spicy” on it, and a plate of Swiss cheese was on one of the couch arms. Blitzo chewed furiously as his cellphone rang. His cellphone cover read “Ride me” on it as he picked it up. “Yello?” he asked, mouth full.

Asmodeus peered at Fizzarolli from behind the curtains. “Is this…Fizz’s former bestie, then lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitz?”

“Ehh, that is a weird way to put it, but eeyup that’s me.”

“This is Asmodeus.”

Blitzo’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit, the big Ozz himself! Heh, is there a reason you’re calling me on the weekend your sin-sinness? Sinfulness? Sin…royal big man?”

“You’ve lived rent free in Fizz’s head for years, so I can’t help but feel he values your take on things.”

Blitzo watched two cartoon ponies fall in love and kiss on TV. He was like a kid enjoying a Saturday morning cartoon. “Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger opinions. Yeah like, like one time, he tried convincing me that juggling was cool, but it’s only a little cool at best.”

Asmodeus continued, walking down the hall near blue walls with gear designs. “Look, he’s dead set on re-entering Greed’s yearly clown pageant.”

“Wow, big fucking surprise there,” Blitzo said sarcastically.

“I was hoping to have some…backup in convincing him that this thing is a waste of time.”

Blitzo happily ate his Swiss cheese after pouring hot sauce on it. He swallowed it whole, then asked. “What? Why? Doesn’t he always win?”

Asmodeus growled. “’Cause Mammon is a selfish, manipulative piece of shit! And Fizz…doesn’t listen to me when I try to tell him that.”

“Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people’s flaaaws…” He beamed. “Alright, count me in!” Asmodeus smiled.

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A huge crowd gathered near Mammon’s stadium, excited to see the stars of the show. The show was taking place in the same spot that Mammon’s concert had been held: around the parts of an old ship. Two large circus tents had black and red stripes and glowing yellow spider-web designs on them. The flags on top were part orang and part green. There were smaller tents nearby that sold popcorn, drinks, and other concessions. The main tent was decorated with strings of light, orange, and blue flags. It displayed a glowing sign that read “Mammon Theatre” in green letters, the gold border designed like Mammon’s jester logo with purple eyes. Mammon’s large green sigil glowed on the ground underneath the tent. A long red carpet led to the tent entrance.

Cameras flashed as a black limo decorated with blue flame designs on the side rolled up.

“Hup-hup-hey!” Fizzarolli did a roll out of the limo and posed with his arms in the air. Confetti rained down on the jester as Asmodeus appeared next to Fizzarolli from a teal ball of fire. Asmodeus waved, dressed in a purple suit with vertical red stripes. Fizzarolli wore his usual jester outfit, with a puffy white collar and a striped jester hat with red on one side and light blue on the other. The front was red and dress-shaped, decorated with yellow hearts on the bottom. Three black tassels hung from his neck with yellow bells on the ends. Large bells hung from the end of his hat. The heart on his forehead was teal, black, and red.

“Fuck!” Blitzo fell flat on his face on the carpet. Yet again, he was playing the role of a bodyguard in Hell.

“We love you, Fizz!” yelled the crowd. “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Fizzarolli smiled and waved as he made his way down.

Blitzo stood up and brushed himself off, wearing a tattered black suit and dark sunglasses. He ran to catch up. “Wow, I have not been to a crowd event in years.” He held out his pistol with teeth as part of the design.

Fizzarolli glared at him. “Can you remind me why you’re here, again?”

“I…uhh…invited him,” Asmodeus mentioned, as Blitzo pointed his gun and ran off. He leaned down and whispered, “To help you, with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can’t be with you, I felt he’d be the next best thing.”

“He’d be the next best thing?” Fizzarolli flinched in disgust.

“Well, he kept you safe when I wasn’t able to, so I trust that.”

An angry Blitzo pressed his double-barrel weapon near the cheek of an imp boy fan who were cheering “Yes!” He and a girl imp were wearing green. Asmodeus laughed nervously.

Fizzarolli grumbled in suspicion, assuming Asmodeus’ and Blitzo’s behaviors were quite odd. “Mmm-hmm. L’il sus, babe.”

Asmodeus frowned before he and Blitzo accidentally bumped into each other. They briefly nodded before Asmodeus flew away to the sky in a teal comet of flames.

“You’re doing an awesome job, Fizzarolli!” cheered the crowd heartedly. Fizzarolli forced a wide grin as he waved. Blitzo appeared by his side.

“Come on, it’s just like old times,” Blitzo mentioned. “I’ll make sure no one gives you shit, today.”

“You mean besides you?” Fizzarolli retorted.

Before Blitzo could respond, the ground shook and the ruler of Greed himself appeared in a blast of green smoke. He was dressed in a large green jester outfit, with a jester hat with gold dollar signs dangling down. The outfit was black and green, with diamonds on it with gold trim. The black part on his jester hat looked like a crown. He carried a green and gold cane with a green dollar sign on it. He put two fingers on his cheeks and grinned. He also had black pointed boots and striped, green pants.

“Aaay, there he is!”

He gripped Fizzarolli’s chin with a thick white hand. “Now how’s my bright, shiny, brand baby doing?” He squeezed Fizzarolli’s cheeks and shook him hard. “Ready to reclaim your win another year? Yeah?” He towered over Fizzarolli, eyes glowing green.

Fizzarolli answered, his voice muffled, “You know it, Mammon, sir.”

“Goood, cause, you know…” he bent down to look at Fizzarolli’s face. “I saw your competition, and it’s pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra-hard like-fixin’ that posture. Not gonna lie, you’re looking a bit chungo, yeah?” He waved his arm near Fizzarolli’s belly. “Maybe lose a few so we don’t gotta make any more adjustments to the Fizzies. People like ‘em skinny as FUCK.”

Blitzo hid his weapon away, took off his sunglasses and seethed at Mammon talking down to his friend.

“Oh, right, sir. Of course! I’ll work on that,” Fizzarolli stuttered.

“What?!” Blitzo spat.

“Oh. And who’s this dumpster-diver ya got here with ya?” Mammon asked, glaring at Blitzo.

Blitzo stormed over to Mammon. “Hi, yes, nice to meet you, I’m the one who saw through your fake-ass bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered dick show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Fizzarolli laughed nervously. “Haha-ha-ignore him, sir. He’s uh-he’s like this all the time. He thinks he’s funny.”

“Offended,” Blitzo glowered.

“Riight, yeah. You can shut you (HONK) ass mouth, boy,” Mammon shot at Blitzo. He turned to Fizzarolli and spread his arms. “I’ll see you on stage! And don’t forget to fucking smile, Fizzarolli.” He shook him hard, gripping his arms as Fizzarolli did a nervous salute.

“The smile is the face people like to seeeee from you!” He grinned and Fizzarolli forced a grin of his own. Mammon vanished in a cloud of green smoke and gold dollar signs.

“Wow, that guy sucks so hard,” Blitzo glared.

“Look, Blitz,” Fizzarolli barked. “I don’t know why Ozz brought you here, but can you at least not talk back to my boss?! I need this gig!”

“Why?” Blitzo asked. “Don’t you have the world���s best sugar daddy?”

Fizzarolli was incredibly lucky to have a partner like Asmodeus in his life. But now that he was back in Greed with the spotlight on him again, he could think of nothing else but winning the contest and pleasing Mammon…if only to avoid failure and abuse…

“I just need it, okay?!” Fizzarolli yelled, then sighed and turned away. He put his hand to his forehead then stood and took a deep breath. “Smile inside and out,” he told himself. He knew deep down that Blitzo had been right about his obsessive, damaging need to be perfect, but that didn’t matter now.

Fizzarolli waved and walked down the carpet as the crowd cheered, “We love you, Fizz!”

“Ready for another win, Fizz?” asked the crowd.

“Oh, pfft, well,” Fizzarolli began. “I don’t wanna assume, but as always, I have an act that’s without a doubt gonna…”

“Fucking lose!” called two female voices.

A tall slender lionfish-like woman walked over and flipped back her long black and green hair, her skin a tanish-green. She had long black leggings with green diamonds on one side and a green stripe on the other side. She had a neon green short skirt with jester tassels on her waist. Her gloves were neon green, and her black sleeves had green dots on one side. Her dark green crop top with an upside-down heart at the top, revealed her belly. Her hair was black with green spiky highlights on the top and green diamonds on the outside. Thin tan horns with black tips jutted straight up from her head. Around her glowing grey/blue eyes were black eyelashes decorated like the jester tassels and bells on her skirt.

The other twin woman posed beside the first, wearing matching black leggings with green diamonds and a green stripe. She wore a short dress, light green on the top with a dark green pointed design on the bottom. Her crop top and long sleeves were black and on the top was a small green puff ball. She had fingerless gloves on and a black collar around her neck. Her long hair in a ponytail was light green on the outside with a black stripe and black dots and dark green on the inside with spiky bangs. The light green hair at the top of her head resembled lionfish scales, as did her eyelashes of neon green fins with black trim around her glowing grey-blue eyes. Black crosses went through her eyes as part of the design.

The first twin was Glam and the second was Glitz, the two fish twin performers from the Envy Ring. They posed and with a gasp, the crowd cheered.

“Oooh, fun,” Fizzarolli began, unsure. “You gals gonna be competing as well? That’s really nice.”

“You can shut up now, you fugly imp,” mocked Glitz with a sharp-toothed grin.

“Yeah, see we didn’t come to chat, we came to win,” Glam added. They circled each other and posed again.

“Wow what attractive attitudes you got,” Fizzarolli sarcastically remarked, hands on his hips.

“Like we care what your opinion is Fizza…ah…” Glitz began, trying to come up with an insult.

“…rotty!” Glam laughed.

Glitz stomped her foot at her sister. “Shut up, I was thinking of one!”

“Should’ve been faster,” Glam remarked as the two twins stood back-to-back, arms folded.

“Whore!” Glitz spat.

“Slow-ass bitch!” Glam fired back.

“You know it’s pretty telling that you snatches can’t even keep your stupid mirror schtick together,” Blitzo deadpanned, standing by Fizzarolli. He put out his fingers in an “L” loser gesture. “It ain’t cute.” The twins sort of reminded Blitzo of the snotty suburban lady from Envy he had met in the Sloth Ring hospital.

“We don’t need to,” replied Glitz as the two women both turned to their sides and put out their hands at the same time.

“We put our energy towards our performance,” added Glam. They swirled around each other in seductive sways.

“And winning Mammon’s favor,” bragged Glitz.

Fizzarolli did a strained grin. “Oh well. I look forward to seeing what you do, and may the best clown w…”

“We plan to!” interrupted the twins who laughed maliciously. Glam flipped them the bird as Glitz laughed maliciously. The sisters strutted away between the imps.

“…win,” Fizzarolli somberly finished.

Blitzo growled, folding his arms with his sunglasses back on. “Aw man, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about this competition, but Christ on a stick, Fizz, pile drive those sluts!”

Fizzarolli grew more pressured and nervous as the circus music began. It was showtime!

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Part Two: The Contest

The stage was located inside an old ship…the opening looked like a giant mouth with sharp teeth. Strings of lights and orange and blue flags were hung all around for decoration. A glowing green spider web held it all together.

“We’ve certainly got some quality up here tonight, folks,” called the announcer. Seven spotlights shone on Fizzarolli, the Glam Sisters, a succubus with a green clown wig and green overalls, a fat clown imp in white, a thin green clown with a white face, and a fat clown with orange hair.

The announcer called, “Will Mr. Ten Years Running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat?”

Like a giant spider eager to catch prey, Mammon lounged on his green glowing spider web, flanked by two female jester robots with glowing teal eyes. Their jester caps and outfits were black, green, and yellow, also decorated with dollar signs. One was fanning Mammon while the other held a bowl of chicken legs. Mammon ripped into a chicken leg in his hands and chewed with excitement. A green lollipop with horns, a hamburger, blue cotton candy, a cupcake, and a spilled bag of popcorn were stuck on his spider web.

A song described the exciting contest.

“Juggling, it’s objectively cool.

Our returning champ is nobody’s fool!”

Fizzarolli smiled as he rode a unicycle with a pink pentagram design on the wheel. He rapidly juggled five balls under the spotlight and the balls then bounced off his head. Mammon’s sigil cast a neon green light in the background.

“But what’s this?

The twins bring it up to the wire!

Also, they’re on fire!

Points for style!

(Points for style)”

Balancing on a high wire, Glitz and Glam posed on their own pentagram unicycle. Glam rode the unicycle and held up Glitz who posed upside down on her sister’s hands, while juggling balls with her feet. Glitz lowered the balls for Glam to balance on her knee. They both glowed with white-teal flames, a dazzling pyrotechnic effect. Glitz spread out her legs and then bent down to grin with Glam as they got points.

“The crowd goes wild!

(Crowd goes wild)”

The scoreboard showed Glitz and Glam at 123 points, Fizzarolli at 115 points, Kevin at 13 points and Frank at 3 points.

“It’s the pie gag and the twins want a taste.

But what’s this?

It’s Fizz in the face!”

The twins were about to throw white pies with cherries on top into their faces. They swayed their hips and grinned, holding hands. They wore identical dark green suits, Glitz with a right-side up heart and Glam with an upside-down heart on her suit. They wore bunny ears over their horns, Glitz’s were dark green with a little light green and Glam’s were light green with a little dark green. Fizzarolli grinned as he stepped between them, both pies comically hitting his face. The sisters fumed as Fizzarolli headed over to a purple chair with a rainbow heart on it.

“He takes the cake, and he eats it, too!

He’s hungry to win and he’s covered in goo!”

Fizzarolli wore a yellow top with two black hearts over the nipples, a small red heart, and an orange bowtie. More cream pies were thrown at Fizzarolli, covering him in cream from head to toe. Fizzarolli grinned and seductively posed as he kicked his leg in the air, cream pie hitting the sisters on their heads.

“That’s points for cream!

The crowd screams!”

The scores were now 375 for Fizzarolli, 327 for Glitz and Glam, 13 for Kevin and behind Kevin was Frank. Kevin had 101, Frank had 103 and Pierrot had 3.

Then started the third act.

“Ba-ba-ballons, he’s pumping them out.

From where I’m sittin’, you can hear the crowd.

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)”

Fizzarolli grinned as he held eight balloons in his hands. He made a giant balloon face reminiscent of Mammon. The white face had sharp teeth, red eyes, and a green flower-like mane. More balloons floated.

“Not give a shit, ‘cuz the twins are here!

They’re full of sin and they’re here to win!”

The twins made a large, two-layer crown made of gold-colored balloons. They both lifted it up and it landed on the Mammon balloon head. An ecstatic greedy Mammon laughed and pointed in approval.

Glitz and Glam and Fizzarolli were now tied at a demonic 666 points! Kevin had 404, Frank at 103 and Pierrot at 3.

“Holy moly!

Things are not looking good for Fizzarolli!”

The twins leered at Fizzarolli, who grit his teeth nervously. Sweat fell down his face.

Four green spotlights and two blue spotlights revealed Mammon who appeared from the air in green smoke, rainbow confetti, and yellow dollar bill signs made of electricity.

“And now you (HONK) we are down to our clownly finalists!” he yelled as he grabbed the microphone. He lifted the microphone stand in the air with a pose as green firework sparks ejected from the stage. “GRAND FINALE” glowed in bold yellow letters on an overhead screen. A nude pink succubus was sitting on the head of an imp, squeezing his face. Her breasts were painted with green dollar signs. She wore green striped clown caps over her horns with dollar sign bells on the ends. She held a sign that read “CHARGE ME, MAMMON! 6669-966966 – 69996.” Her eyes caught on green fire as she stared into the light and fell off the imp.

Mammon continued. “My very own pride and joy, the marketable son I never had, Fizzarolli!”

He lifted up Fizzarolli from his neck with his arm, patting his face with a hand. Fizzarolli forced a big grin and a small wave from up on the screen.

“And the surprisingly funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements…”

Fizzarolli rubbed his behind as Mammon rushed over to the sisters.

“…the Glam Sisters!” The two sisters posed, fingers pointing out in gun-like gestures and revealed evil grins toward Fizzarolli. Mammon roughly pulled Fizzarolli to the front of the stage by his arm. The twins held hands.

“Now we’re gonna have a quick meet and greet with our finalists!” Mammon announced before vanishing in smoke and dollar bill signs again.

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Mammon made a “gimmie’ gesture with his black hand. “…so fork it over, kitties! You know it’s worth it!”

He laughed manically as he tossed bags of money into a bin with his logo on it. He kicked a bunch of fans into the room. There were glowing green spider webs in the corner and the ceiling had a design of glowing magenta diamond spider webs. Round strings of lights and flags decorated the room from above. Fans lined up to hand Mammon their bags of money to see the stars of the show. Mammon danced on his leg as he took two bags of money with two of his hands and tossed them in his bin. A white and gold treasure chest was also in the bin. An imp dressed as a clown bowed to Mammon and handed him a pile of dollar bills. He kicked the fans some more before glancing at his hand. He looked in disgust at a pile of dust, a paperclip, a coin, and a stick of gum. He glared at a small imp boy with one of his horns broken and wearing worn brown clothes and a worn magenta hat. He smiled with wide admiring eyes. Mammon snapped his fingers and a paper bag labeled “Poor sap” was placed on the boy’s head as he was taken away by a muscular hellhound with clown makeup on his face.

A brown dog demon wearing round glasses handed Mammon some money and walked inside.

The twins posed for the cameras, Glam lifting up Glitz. Glitz posed on her side on her sister’s hand, making a peace sign. They basked in the attention and spotlight.

Meanwhile, Fizzarolli was nervously sneaking around behind a cardboard sign of him. Cardboard Fizzarolli posed with a wink, holding a red duster with a seductive caption: “I clean EVERY nook and cranny!” Nearby were crates of Fizzarolli themed merchandise: a body pillow, “soop/soup” cans, an alarm clock, Industrial Grade, a baseball cap with horns, a Fizzaropoly Monopoly board game, a jack-in the box, soda, Piss in a Jar, Fizzarolli Funko-Pops and action figures, chips, Fizzi-O’s cereal, magazines, and hot-sauce.

Mammon tossed in a purple goat demon with bat wings and a candle on their head. He roughly pulled in a pink succubus with a black skirt, a yellow shirt, and a pink tail with a heart on the end.

Fizzarolli wandered over to his boss and peered from behind the cardboard cutout.

“Hey Mammon, uh, I may not be, uh…i-in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now.” Fizzarolli stuttered. “Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?”

“Psh, of course not,” Mammon turned around. He tossed four bags of money into his bin.

“I just don’t think that I’m really…”

Mammon shoved Fizzarolli off to the side, putting a hand over the imp’s mouth.

“Aaaw, come on Fizzie, my boy.” He patted Fizzarolli’s head with two hands. He then lifted him up and gripped his arm, hard. “Don’t you wanna do this for your fans?” He shook Fizzarolli and turned him around.

“Listen to them! They’re dying to meet you!”

Hordes of imps, succubi, and demons raced toward the gate, wearing green Mammon shirts. A giant dog demon with hearts over its breasts roared in excitement behind the cheering eager fans.

Mammon lowered Fizzarolli. “Dying to see your little Fizzie face!” He jabbed him in the chest and pulled him close. “You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the impression, the more they’ll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck!” He gripped Fizzarolli’s head, leaning in uncomfortably close. “Don’t you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!”

Fizzarolli stammered. “Uh, I mean…no, not really, actually.”

Mammon posed with his head up and did a dramatic frown. “Fizzie, I-I’m not gonna lie…”

He then gripped Fizzarolli’s face, sharp yellow teeth bared, “I want that! So come on, just do this one thing for me.”

“Okay, sir,” came Fizzarolli’s muffled voice after Mammon squeezed his face against his own.

Mammon let go and did rocker signs with his hands. “Aw, you’re a bloody legend, Fizzie!” He pulled hard on Fizzarolli’s arms and swung him around. “They’re gonna wanna fuck you, like you’re fucking my heart with joooy right now!” Fizzarolli could barely breathe, he was being crushed by Mammon’s chest and arms. Mammon turned Fizzarolli’s face again and stretched his lips. “Now get out there and make me proud, you stupid little (HONK).”

Mammon vanished in green smoke, causing Fizzarolli to cough.

“Wow, Fizz, you let him talk to you like that?”

A stunned Fizzarolli turned around to see Blitzo behind him. Blitzo was upside down attached to a wire, wearing sunglasses, and holding a rifle. “You got some secret kink I should know about of something?” He spun around in a slow circle with a tattered red cape.

Fizzarolli folded his arms and looked away. “It’s just how he is.”

“I mean shit, if he talked to me that way,” Blitzo began.

“Ugh, it’s fine,” Fizzarolli sighed in annoyance and stomped away.

Fizzarolli spread out his arms and smiled nervously at the large fan group.

“Heya folks, where ya from?”

 Fizzarolli flinched as a pink muscular succubus flashed her breasts at him. “Oh, Lust, love it there, obviously.”  An orange goat demon with bat wings and an orange candle on his head, smiled at Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli signed a card from a dark orange goat. “Wet-Dreamsville! Hah! Best pharmacies in Hell!” Fizzarolli signed a toy Fizzarolli from a brown dog boy with black and white striped floppy ears and red and white eyes.

A tan muscular dragon-demon wearing a yellow and black jester cap, grinned as Fizzarolli signed his chest.  “Ragesburg, Wrath, well.”

Fizzarolli went up to a fat, white-bearded cowboy imp. He spoke in a Southern accent, briefly putting a piece of straw in his mouth. “Nice to meet cha, partner.” The cowboy spit. Fizzarolli said, “Ha, ha, I don’t do accents! Fun!” He nervously ran off. More fans lined up, a gray goat with a candle on his head, a succubus with a purple bra, and a tan goat wearing a Mammon hoodie. He hugged the goat and the succubus. “Ah, nice to meet you, too!”

Fizzarolli went up to the front and spread out his arms with a bow. “Thank you so much for coming to the show!” Mammon’s green sigil glowed behind him.

“Fizz! Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!” chanted the crowd. “We love you, Fizz!”

Fizzarolli then gasped softly as he spotted a cute little imp boy in line. He had white hair, a pointed tail and wore a green Mammon shirt. He carried a pen and paper with him. His horns were broken, reminding Fizzarolli of his own broken horns and limbs. The boy did a small wave, then spoke with his hands in sign language.

“FIZZAROLLI! I’M A BIG FAN!”

No longer nervous and stressed, Fizzarolli felt his heart warm up.

“COME ON OVER HERE,” he replied in sign.

The boy smiled with excitement and raced over to Fizzarolli. With the pen, Fizzarolli signed the boy’s paper and handed it to him.

“I WANT TO BE A CLOWN JUST LIKE YOU,” signed the boy.

“YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO DO,” Fizzarolli smiled and signed back.He tenderly placed a hand on the boy’s back and called to the crowd, “I hope you’re excited for the biiiig finale!” The crowd applauded in response.

“Boo! Boo! Sellout piece of shit!” yelled a voice.

Fizzarolli glanced around nervously, before gently sending the boy on his way.

“Uh, wh-c-come again?” he stuttered in confusion.

“Ugh, your act is such fucking trash, always has been!”

To Fizzarolli’s horror, the narcissistic Creepzo was crawling up to seethe at Fizzarolli from the back of the crowd. He had his square glasses and wore a stained green shirt and black pants.

“Except now,” he pointed an accusing finger at Fizzarolli, “I have to see your smug face plastered on everything, everywhere! And you can all read all about it on my review blog: “fuck-Fizz-but-not-in-a-sexy-way.complainer.com.org.gov!”

He stumbled and fell forward.

Fizzarolli stepped back and chuckled nervously. “Heh, well anyway folks, heh.”

Creepzo clawed toward Fizzarolli on the ground, bent red fingers like sharp claws. “You’re not even a clown, anymore.” He stood up. “All you do is work at that overpriced, sleaze joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us though the same old tired routine.”

Blitzo seethed as he looked through his gun’s telescope piece…he spotted Fizzarolli fearfully stepping back from Creepzo, who inched toward Fizzarolli, fists clenched. “Is there a single original idea in that head?” Creepzo asked.

Fizzarolli laughed shakily as he backed up against the curtain. “I-uh-uh-uh…” Creepzo’s demonic shadow towered over Fizzarolli, with glowing red eyes. “You fucking suck, and so do your products. Your sex-bots can’t even get me off right, you know…”

Blitzo jumped in between the imps, aiming his rifle at Creepzo’s chin in warning.

“What? Still think you’re too good to even talk to me?” Creepzo spat. “Still gotta get this chump to stand in for you? You’re fucking pathetic.”

“To think what we could’ve been together if you hadn’t been too up your own ass to listen! Ugh!”

In Creepzo’s imagination, he and Fizzarolli jumped for joy on a grassy hill with purple flowers. The clouds were shaped like purple hearts. They held hands and gazed at each other romantically. In another fantasy, Fizzarolli was dressed in a dark purple slave suit, wearing a dog collar connected to a chain leash attached to Creepzo’s waists. He smiled with his tongue out and held a golden trophy with #1 on it to Creepzo, who was dressed like a king.

Blitzo aimed the barrel in Creepzo’s mouth. “Yeah, one more word out of you, twat stan, imma blow your head clean open in front of all these fucking kids.”

Fizzarolli hyperventilated, clearly sacred of Creepzo and his insults. He gripped the curtain and his fluffy white clown collar.

Creepzo laughed evilly in response to Fizzarolli’s fear. Blitzo jabbed his face with his rifle, sending him backwards and stumbling.

“You’re not done with me, Fizzarolli,” swore the envious, vengeful Creepzo, rubbing his swollen cheek and running off.

Fizzarolli collapsed to the side and Blitzo caught him.

“Hey, hey, woah, woah, you good?”

Fizzarolli let out a startled scream as Mammon appeared from smoke again behind them. He swatted Blitzo aside. “Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizz?”

Fizzarolli looked fearfully into Mammon’s glowing eyes. His eyes narrowed and his mouth sneered. As if to say, “You better not mess things up.”

Fizzarolli smiled forcefully. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m-I’m fine, yeah, heh.”

Mammon’s eyes narrowed before he declared, “Tell you what, I’ll let the hotties go on before ya, give ya some time to get your shit together.” In a frightening moment, Mammon gripped Fizzarolli’s face and spoke in a low voice. “Get your shit together, Fizzie. You’re a bloody legend.” He grinned evilly, his sharp teeth giant as six small glowing yellow eyes appeared on his forehead.

He then stood up and spoke in his regular voice. “You’re a bloody legend, ya bitch!” He spun Fizzarolli around and he twirled toward the stage side entrance. Four green round lights decorated the open curtains.

“Oh shit, that guy got to you, didn’t he?” Blitzo asked. “You know you don’t have to…”

Fizzarolli was too stressed and scared to deal with Blitzo’s annoying attempts to stop him.

“I do, Blitz, I do.”

“Fucking, Hell, Fizz, this is stupid. That clown shit is not this important.”

“This job is!” Fizzarolli yelled in his face. “Without it, I’ll lose…”

“Everything!” the twin sisters mocked from atop the stairs. They laughed evilly and backed away toward the stage, glowing eyes flashing before vanishing.

“Seriously, that guy is a fucking dick,” said Blitzo bluntly, as Fizzarolli somberly climbed the stairs. “And he’s using you for everything cause you’re likeable, and he’s a fucking trash fire.”

“No, he’s not!” Fizzarolli yelled, not fully convinced. “He’s just trying to make me good enough.”

“Good enough for what?!” Blitzo deadpanned, holding his rifle, growing more concerned about his friend’s wellbeing.

 0 0 0

The audience waited eagerly for the next performance. A white-faced woman demon with horns and blue hair that looked like octopus tentacles, smiled next to a green and white dragon-like demon wearing a yellow shirt with a bone on it. Two little dog-Hellhound demons ate popcorn together. A blue fish demon male held a camera. A large brown dog wearing a baseball cap held a toy Fizzarolli in his mouth, sitting next to a pink dragon lady wearing a black bra. A smug male imp with a broken horn sat as his imp girlfriend kissed him on the cheek. Another imp held a green sign with a dollar symbol, a large white muscular demon with heart tattoos held a hamburger and a Mammon flag and an imp wearing a tank top sat next to him. A yellow goat demon talked with a pink succubus wearing a green dress with dollar signs on it. Next to an incubus with white braided hair was a gray-skinned demon with thick hair, gold earrings, and an orange bandana. She wore an upside-down cross necklace and was looking at her cell phone with a green seashell on it.

The lights dimmed and the audience grew excited.

Ta, ta-da-da, da, ta-da-da, ta-da. Electronic pop music played as the stage was bathed in teal, blue, and green light. Water fell in a column to the center of the stage were a figure of a woman posed. She swayed her hips in a dance and waved her long hair around. With her hair and her arms, the woman parted the water, making it spill onto the stage floor. Two spotlights shone on Glam. In the lights, her hair glowed black on top, dark blue in the middle and sea green on the end of her ponytail. Her leggings with diamonds on them looked black on one side and dark blue on the other. Her jester skirt was indigo, and her upside-down heart crop top was black. Her gloves appeared indigo, and the top bang of her hair had glowing dots and stripes of black and blue.

She walked through the puddles of water, swaying her hips and swatting back her hair. She sang with the alluring voice of a siren popstar, her eyes glowing.

“Get ready for the new look.

New rhythm and a new hook”

In a puddle reflection, she swayed seductively, moving her butt, and putting a finger to her lip.

“Not here to cuddle.

More like leave you in a puddle.

Little double trouble got ya boy shook.”

Glam splashed the water and moved her arms in sync with Glitz, who revealed herself beside Glam in their synchronized dance. They held hands up in the air and posed together. Glitz also appeared green, blue, indigo, and black in the light, her bangs glowing with black and teal stripes, glowing teal fin eyelashes, glowing dots on her long indigo hair and flowing diamonds on her outfit.

Glitz leaped into the air and called, “Ha ha! Here’s the stitch!”

The lighting changed to a bold orange, purple, magenta and pink as the song shifted to a faster pace. Glitz’s hair and outfit tuned red, pink, orange, and yellow. Lines of light spread out as Glitz grinned, beginning her rap.

“Feed sin with ya taxes

Greedy greed wins where the cash is.”

She made money gestures with her fingers.

“Wanna sell my funny, slutty body to the masses!”

The sisters moved their butts against each other and Glam leaned down in a seductive pose, her long tongue out and finger to her mouth. They swayed around each other in a circle and posed as the crowd cheered. Water ejected out from the stage, shooting toward the sky.

Glitz and Glam then sang together, synchronizing their dances and twirling their hair.

“Feelin’ lonely on a Saturday night

Well money can’t buy happiness

But it can rent you paradise.”

The lighting changed again, this time to a deep purple. Glitz and Glam turned neon teal, deep blue and purple, slowly lifting into the air, trailing water from their feet. They slowly twirled around each other gracefully as they sang.

“Give in to temptation.

Take your time, I’ll be patient.

Be my little piggy let me

Scratch your dirty itch.”

“I’m a klown, bitch!” They both sprouted large succubus-like bat wings that glowed teal and white. They flew over the adoring crowd who were transfixed by their alluring song and beauty.

“Fix up your frown, bitch!” They flew and put their fingers to their mouths, purple spider webs glowing in the background. Glitz and Glam then spun around in circles Yin-Yang style at the center of the purple glowing spider web. “Gimmie the crown, bitch!” They posed with their wings out again as the crowd danced and swayed to the pink moving lights and the gushing water. They sneered at Fizzarolli.

“You hear that sound?

You’re goin’ down!”

Fizzarolli ran away in tears from his mocking competitors, Blitzo glancing back at his friend in concern.

 “Cause I’m a klown, bitch!”

Glam added: “Special occasions, splurge on the urge to go make a mistake.”

Glitz added: “Give you a birthday reward if you can afford all this cake.”

Glam added: “Dollar by dollar you got me romance and lovin’ is fake.”

Glitz added: “Max out your expense account, you’re paying for a…”

They both sang: “…klown, bitch!”

Glitz harmonized (“I’m a klown, bitch, imma klown bitch, yeah!)

“Fix up your frown, bitch!”

Glitz: (“Fix up your frown, bitch! Fix ya frown, bitch!”)

“Gimmie the crown, bitch!”

(“Gimmie the crown, bitch! Gimmie that!”)

“You hear that sound

You’re goin’ down

(Yeah)

‘Cause I’m a klown, bitch!”

Glitz laughed manically. (“Oh”)

“Gimmie the crown, bitch!”

Glitz added an(“Ooh”) and laughed again.

“‘Cause I’m a klown, bitch!”

The sisters sat on each other’s laps as water gushed down on them. They flipped back their wet hair, letting their hair fall naturally in an alluring style. They grinned evilly, their sharp teeth glowing teal in the darkness.

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Part Three: The Revolution

Fizzarolli breathed heavily and slammed the door to his darkened dressing room. He leaned back against the door, staring at his frightened face in the mirror. His mirror had the design of Mammon’s giant green jester face with a dozen sharp teeth surrounding the borders. A picture of Mammon’s grinning face with “<3 you cunt!” was taped to the mirror. The lights on the sharp teeth blinked on. On the vanity desk stood bottles and makeup products. A Mammon poster hung on the wall of Mammon posing in the air with his guitar and a microphone. Fizzarolli was holding Mammon’s feet in his hands, blue-teal flames shooting off the stage.

Fizzarolli ran up to the mirror.

“O-kay, Fizz, you can do this.” He placed a hand over his heart. “You can do this. You can do this.”

He wiped his forehead. “It’s okay, it’s fine. You gave a show to do soon, it’s fine.”

Fizzarolli then gasped. “Oh-oh no, oh no, no, no, no.”

He frantically swirled a brush into some cream and dabbed at his face to cover up the dark spots on his forehead. “No, no…” Piles of Fizzarolli merchandise, including a body pillow, the Fizzarolli Monopoly game and hot sauce littered the room. The merchandise covered a small couch and a fun-house mirror stood off to the side. Circus flags and lights decorated the ceiling. There was a fluffy fashion scarf on a stand and a three-headed Venus fly trap plant in the corner. The wallpaper was green with figures of Mammon on it.

His hands shook and he breathed rapidly. He then slowed down a bot as he glanced at a purple and lavender heart in his hands with “OZ” written on it in teal letters. He opened it up, revealing a small heart mirror.

“It’s okay, you’re fine, you need to be fine.”

“Fizz! Are you okay?” called a familiar voice from behind him.

Fizzarolli turned around in shock to see Asmodeus peering inside. Fizzarolli turned around. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?!” He sat down, dabbing his face. “You shouldn’t be here, Asmodeus! I’m fine, please!”

Asmodeus struggled to fit his large body through the door. Annoyed, he snapped his fingers and teleported behind his lover.

“Froggie,” Asmodeus breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Fizzarolli held up his hands and moved out of his grip. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Just needed a minute!”

Asmodeus tried to steady Fizzarolli. “You aren’t okay, you’re shaking.” He pulled down his arm.

“Ozz, I’m about to go on for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare.” He stood up and walked around his room. A poster on the wall advertised a “never stain Fizzy Scarf, it’s so washable, cum will never stick to it.” Fizzarolli juggled dildos in a “New dildo juggling update” on another poster. Another poster advertised “Fizzarolli clown juice.” A large Fizzarolli doll sat off to the side.

Asmodeus sighed and put a hand to his forehead. “Fizz, come on! I’m trying to talk to you, you can’t force yourself to…”

“Ozz,” Fizzarolli interrupted, “I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I’m still good at this. That it’s not over! That I’m still good enough!”

He stared at the Mammon concert poster. “It’s not just Mammon. I’m fine. I just…need to be better.”

“You think you need to be this perfect, model performer…” Asmodeus began as Fizzarolli stomped to the vanity mirror, “…but that’s because Mammon is always forcing that image onto you!”

Fizzarolli stared at himself sadly. “But everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I have security. I have you.”

Asmodeus looked at Fizzarolli sadly.

Fizzarolli said, “Without Mammon, I wouldn’t be…I wouldn’t have…I just…I have to win this…”

“Fizzie,” said Asmodeus, cupping his chin. He hated to see his cherished partner feel so broken and stressed. He wanted Fizzarolli to know how precious their relationship was, how it went beyond Mammon’s influence. Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli wouldn’t live forever, nor would he be his last lover. But he knew that in his immortal life, Fizzarolli was one individual who brought such a unique passionate joy to it.

He wasn’t about to let another ruler of Hell take that away from him.

Fizzarolli pulled away.  “I don’t want to lose. Because I feel like if I lose this...” his voice choked. “…I lose you.”

Asmodeus scoffed. “How would you lose me?” He placed two hands on Fizzarolli’s shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. “Come on, Froggie.”

Fizzarolli stepped away. “You’re with me because of who I am at my best! I’m barely worthy of working with a King of Sin…”

Fizzarolli cried out as he removed his jester cap… “cause THIS is who I am!” He revealed the broken stubs of what was left of his imp horns. Tears welled in his eyes as he held his cap. “Without all this, I’m just nothing, and Mammon made me this. I owe it all to him.”

“Fizz, Mammon didn’t do shit,” Asmodeus deadpanned. “You already were this.”

Fizzarolli slowly turned to look at his partner.

“You’d be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience.”

“And…” Asmodeus added, “You’re just the cutest little thing alive.” Asmodeus nuzzled Fizzarolli’s face with his furry head and he laughed. They held hands and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Also, you are a waaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat’s just facts.” Fizzarolli teared up and blushed at Asmodeus’ genuine compliments.

Fizzarolli had almost forgotten how great he was at performing, with his mind locked on pleasing Mammon, who always seemed so perfect and dominant.

Fizzarolli sighed and closed his eyes with a somber expression, more tears falling. “It’s-it’s hard, you know? T-to trust that. I-I just…”

Asmodeus wiped away Fizzarolli’s tear with his finger.

“I love you so much, Ozzie!” He smiled as he embraced Asmodeus in a hug.

“And I love you too, Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not.”

“Well, I kinda spent my whole warmup having a panic attack, haha.”

Asmodeus smiled down at Fizzarolli and began to sing.

“Crooked horn, crooked grin

You’re a crooked horny, freaky little joker.”

Asmodeus playfully snuck up behind him before Fizzarolli answered in song,

“You’re a deadly Sin.”

He sadly walked away.

Asmodeus continued.

“And I don’t wanna hear another goddamn word about

Win, win, win.”

Fizzarolli put his jester cap back on over his horns as Asmodeus continued, walking toward Fizzarolli.

“Oh, oh, oh, I think you’re messy, but I’m messy, too,” Asmodeus sang as he pulled Fizzarolli into a dance. Sunlight shone on a round pink rug with a yellow heart in the center. The room appeared brighter as Fizzarolli and Asmodeus danced to the music.

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t clean a thing, when I ended up with you” Asmodeus sang as he spun Fizzarolli around. Fizzarolli smiled as he danced and leaned close to Asmodeus’ chest.

“I don’t know, you waste your time on me,” Fizzarolli sang. 

“Baby, all I got is time,” Asmodeus mentioned.

“When there is so much I’ll never be,” Fizzarolli sadly reached up in the air, trying to grasp at his dreams. Asmodeus laughed.

“Holy shit, babe,” Asmodeus sang as he and Fizzarolli held hands, fingers intertwining. “There’s so much you can’t see.”

“What can’t I see?”

They sang together as Asmodeus lifted Fizzarolli into the air.

“Oh, oh!”

“You’re a broken record,” Asmodeus began. Fizzarolli did a cartwheel down to the floor.

“Don’t ever shut your crooked little lips,” sang Asmodeus as he carried Fizzarolli before lowering him almost to the floor. Fizzarolli smirked and said, “What do you want me to do with my lips? Heh-heh.”

 They spun around together and sang some more.

“Oh, oh, oh, you sure are lucky.

You make my crooked heart do

Freaky little flips.”

They touched each other’s faces and leaned close. They stood still, staring deep into each other’s eyes.

“You make my crooked heart do…” Asmodeus sang softly before finishing with “’Froggie’ little flips.” He nuzzled Fizzarolli’s head.

“Ribbit,” Fizzarolli playfully responded. They both laughed and embraced. Fizzarolli was thankful to have Asmodeus support him. Fizzarolli sighed happily, his eyes wide. They did passionate French-kissing…everything was finally perfect.

“You’re gonna listen to me now, BITCH!” roared Creepzo, who burst into the room, waving a dagger, and rushing forward.

BANG!

One shot from a gun and Creepzo’s head exploded off his body in black blood. The mirror cracked in two and a bullet hole was in the wall. A stunned Fizzarolli and Asmodeus turned to look at Blitzo who was standing in the doorway with his sniper rifle.

Blitzo removed his sunglasses. “Oh, so you two are an item? Well congratulations you fucking hypocrites.” He put them on again.

Just then, Fizzarolli suddenly realized how he was going to do his big finale. Being with Asmodeus had given him the courage to finally be himself…fully himself. Racing past his friends, he went behind the curtains and got to work.

0 0 0

Meanwhile outside, the audience was getting impatient, sad, and confused. On imp wearing a green jester cap gasped with his arms out, next to a succubus holding a Fizzarolli action figure. A green demon stood next to her. An imp with clown makeup on her face sadly clenched a clown horn, making it toot.

“Uuh, d-don’t worry, folks,” Mammon announced nervously, peering from behind the curtain. “I-I’m sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance.”

Mammon did rocker signs with his four hands before blue smoke emerged from an explosion from behind him. The crowd roared, clapped, and cheered as Fizzarolli’s performance began. A puzzled Mammon soon grinned before teleporting back onto his green glowing spider web between the jester female bots.

On the set was what appeared to be an old dimly lit office, lit only by a round teal light. A figure sat with boots propped up on the desk. The teal glow of a cigarette end lit up…Fizzarolli took a slow drag and smoke floated away. Fizzarolli lounged in an office chair as a ceiling fan slowly spun overhead. A mug and papers were on his desk. Dramatic French-style music started as Fizzarolli somberly sang.

“I have wasted time.

I have seen my use.”

He put out his cigarette on his desk.

“I have packaged and sold every part of me!

Suffered a lifetime of abuse.”

Four pictures showed Fizzarolli’s brutal history with Mammon. The first one showed Fizzarolli riding on a unicycle, smiling nervously, and juggling a torch with green flames, chainsaws, sharp throwing stars and lit bombs. A smiling Mammon was tossing up the dangerous items to Fizzarolli.

The second one showed Fizzarolli tied to a scale with Mammon measuring him. “Heavy!” was typed in red on a screen and a red light glowed on top of the scale. Mammon was scrutinizing his already tiny waist.

The third picture showed A frightened Fizzarolli dancing on stage, holding a cane in his hands. Mammon was yelling into a megaphone with a dollar sign on it and holding a red sign that read in yellow, “DANCE CLOWN BOY!!”

The fourth picture showed a grinning blindfolded Mammon blindly throwing knives at Fizzarolli. He leaned against a spinning wheel frozen in fear as several knives were stuck in the wheel around him.

“I have lost myself.”

Fizzarolli made a show of chugging down a bottle of beer in the dark and emptying it.

“I have worshipped at your feet.”

Fizzarolli prostrated on his knees at the dark figure of Mammon against the glowing green web. He then stood up with a determined look on his face. A teal spotlight shown on Fizzarolli.

“And here I am standing on top of the world

With some bitches to defeat!”

Fizzarolli grinned and looked to the right as a spotlight blinded Glitz and Glam who flinched behind the curtain. The sisters flipped him off before pulling the curtains closed. The office set was wheeled off the stage.

“I’ve played the game, I’ve won it all.

They’ve screamed my name…”

Fizzarolli mentioned to the adoring crowd…an imp with square glasses, an imp couple, a hellhound woman doing rocker signs…

“They bought the doll…”

Fizzarolli flinched as a large grey canine demon pulled a Fizzarolli robot toy down to his crotch.

“I’ve seized the day.

Now I’ve got one thing left to say-ay-ay…”

Fizzarolli grinned and happily tore off his sleeves, revealing both his robotic arms. He no longer hid his so-called disability.

“Fuck you!” Fizzarolli lifted up both middle fingers as fireworks boomed over the stage. In an orange explosion, “FUCK YOU” appeared in white letters. The whole area was now brightened.

“Here’s my two minutes notice, fuck you!”

Fizzarolli rolled, twirled, and spun on a large teal ball with pink hearts on it. He flipped into the air and revealed both middle fingers again as he fell back down. Pink spider webs pulsed behind him.

He gracefully landed back on the ball, doing acrobatic flips, and then balancing himself on a second ball underneath the first, a pink one with teal stars on it.

“Time to quit and smell the roses…”

He conjured a large bouquet of pink roses and flowers in his hand.

“Say goodbye…”

He tossed the giant bouquet into the crowd, several imps screaming and running as it fell on them. He rolled on the balls some more.

“…While I look you in the eye and say ‘fuck you!’”

He leaped off the ball, spreading out his legs in midair before gracefully landing back down. He raised his middle finger again as four jets of green fire ejected from the stage. The crowd was delighted!

“Interesting song,” Mammon muttered.  “I wonder what fuckin’ this is about.”

“Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity you!” Fizzarolli chanted.

Mammon held popcorn in one of his hands. Three pink hearts swirled above his head, creating a flaming portal. Asmodeus poked his head through and smirked at Mammon who was eating, “It’s about you.”

“Wait, what?” Mammon asked with his mouth full as Asmodeus disappeared.

“Fuck you!” Fizzarolli continued.  

“I have taken shit.”

Fizzarolli’s arms were pulled by a glowing pink chain. A pink figure of Mammon yelled at Fizzarolli and pointed off to the left. Pink mammon slapped Fizzarolli hard, and he tumbled to the floor. Four teal horned demons held their heads back in a choir around Fizzarolli.

“Been crushed under your heel…”

A yellow and green Mammon apparition grinned as he stomped on Fizzarolli. The real Mammon spat and laughed out loud, pointing at Fizzarolli.

“I have suffered for profit…”

The four teal demon figures “ooohed” again in song before Fizzarolli’s limbs were tangled in glowing green string like puppet strings. He was twirled around erratically in the air under a yellow spotlight as figures of demons laughed.

“…And suckered for fame…”

“Made a fortune you could steal…”

A Mammon shadow grinned and spiraled to consume a green light.

“I’ve had enough!”

Fizzarolli broke free from the shackles binding his hands and feet. He landed back down on stage. A green spotlight was above Fizzarolli.

“I’ve hit the wall,

I’m tired of taking your calls…”

He pulled out his ringing cellphone with a “Queen Clussy” (clown and pussy) cover on it and a yellow fluffy keychain. The screen read “Incumming call: Master. (A picture of Mammon holding his long striped tongue with two fingers.) Under two upside-down pentagrams it read “PICK UP” and “PICK UP, YA CUNT.”

He tossed the phone aside to the floor.

“It ends today.

Now there’s just one last thing to say-ay-ay…”

Fizzarolli grinned as he lit a match by striking it against his robotic arms.

“Fuck you!”

Fizzarolli drew in the air and posed with outstretched arms as “Fuck You!” appeared in fiery cursive above him.

“I wish I had said it sooner, fuck you!”

Off to the side, Asmodeus breathed teal fire onto a stick and tossed it to Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli grinned as he tossed the baton through the air, both ends on fire. He already felt love and confidence surging through him as Asmodeus’ sigil glowed golden behind him on the curtains. He raised his middle finger again and tossed the baton in the air.

“Cut you off, just like a tumor!”

He spun around and posed on his back; his shirt purposefully ripped. He stroked a finger up his stomach and chest, making a seductive smirk. Asmodeus smiled as Fizzarolli skillfully caught the flaming baton in his mouth.

“Hope you die!”

Fizzarolli made a slicing motion with his finger over his throat, leaning his head back to mimic his head being cut off. He twirled the baton in his other hand.

Then on the screen, he playfully slapped his own ass.

“Kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck, fuck you!”

Fizzarolli blew the teal Lust Ring flames into the crowd. Asmodeus smiled from behind the curtains.

Fizzarolli jumped down into the crowd and began a rap as circus music blared.

“Have you ever felt sick and tired

Of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin’

Eatin’ shit for a boss that you’re sick of obeyin’

If you ever felt the same, let me hear ya say it!”

He placed his arms around an imp and a gray demon lady with a sharp tail. He poked a pink demon lady on the nose. He smiled at an imp girl, then leaped over a giant dog. An imp with male horns wearing a black mammon dress grinned at Fizzarolli. Imp kids and teens admired him as he sang. He cupped his hands around a demon with a fishhook in his nose and they smiled. Fizzarolli’s charisma was helping to being demons from many Rings and cultures together. Fizzarolli flipped back onto the stage as an ensemble supported him with the next lyrics.

“Did you really think I was gonna stay?”

Fizzarolli swayed up a flight of green stairs coming from the stage floor.

“Spending my life bent over with your fist in my “a.”

Fizzarolli wiggled his butt out and then raised a fist. The crowd clapped before briefly becoming puzzled/disgusted.

“Slander me, say I’ll never work in this town,” he sang as he raced to the top of the green stairs. Two tall candles with green flames appeared and a purple striped coffin rose from the ground. Green light shone from the coffin as Fizzarolli jumped and posed on top.

“If I stick around, I’ll be six more feet under the ground!”

He made a show of placing his hands over his chest and falling dead into the coffin.

 “FUCK YOU!” the ensemble cried as Fizzarolli leaped out of the coffin and harmonized, “Wo-oh-oh!” He tore off his puffy white collar in midair as green spotlights crisscrossed over Fizzarolli.

(“Here’s my two minutes notice, fuck you!”) The ensemble sang as Fizzarolli swung across the arena on a trapeze bar, finally feeling free. He let go and spun in the air near the glowing green Mammon coin/moon in the sky.

“Suck it, greedy bastard!

You’re a fucking ass clown!”

(Time to quit and smell the roses!)”

An oblivious Mammon happily clapped along with his jester bots.

(“Say goodbye!”) Fizzarolli and the ensemble sang, “too late to apologize!” The crowd cheered as Fizzarolli leaned down his arm to give them high-fives.Fizzarolli gasped as a dog demon happily grabbed onto his legs as he swung. The dog fell off Fizzarolli dead in a gory mess thanks to a blast from Blitzo’s rifle. Smiling, Fizzarolli looked up at Blitzo, who grinned with a thumbs up.

“So this is it…”

Fizzarolli flipped several times in midair and landed on top of the stairs. He knocked down the coffin as the spotlight on him turned pink. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath at his ultimate act of courage. He pointed at Mammon and yelled,

“MAMMON, YOU SAD SACK OF SHIT!”

The crowd stopped clapping and looked up at Mammon with worried looks.

Mammon froze, then growled loudly after realizing that his star performer was now mocking him. Briefly looking around puzzled, he then bared his teeth and yellow electricity sizzled around him.

“FUCK YOOOOOU….” Fizzarolli sang.

The lighting turned a heroic golden and violet as Fizzarolli triumphantly held up his middle finger again. In a dazzling display, blue fireworks boomed out in both directions and green smoke and confetti exploded from nearby cannons. “FUCK YOU” appeared in blue bold letters with gold trim as more sparks sprayed out from the sides of the structure. A pink F and a U appeared over the words and neon green middle fingers lit up and moved. “Fuck you” was also written in teal cursive on a magenta sign with a teal heart on top. To top it off, neon teal lights at the very top showed two hands mimicking a penis going into a vagina.

“…YOU BITCH! YEAH!”

Fizzarolli posed under a teal spotlight and caught the microphone as all the signs lowered into the floor.

Fizzarolli bowed as the crowd stood up and gave him a roaring demonic encore! One of the jester bots clapped and an angry Mammon slapped it off his web. He took a bag of popcorn from the other fanning bot and angrily chewed. Fizzarolli stood up and blushed at Asmodeus, who gave him a thumbs up behind the curtain. Fizzarolli had never felt so jubilant in his life.

“Thank you all so much. You know, it’s always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing. And I’m so glad to bring you all one, last show.”

Fizzarolli smiled down at the waving imp boy he had met earlier and signed “THANK YOU.” The boy gasped and grinned, amazed to be recognized by his role model.

“Cause now…” Fizzarolli closed his eyes…and then grinned hugely with a shrug, “I quit!” He dropped the microphone and the crowd gasped.

Mammon vomited on the other fanning bot. “WHAT?!” he bellowed in rage.

In a flash, the king of Greed teleported in front of Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli flinched as Mammon pointed his dollar sign staff under his chin.

“QUIT?! You miserable piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!”

Fizzarolli smirked and moved the staff away with a finger. He waved his hand.

 “I meaaaan, I quit. I’m done.” In an Australian accent, he mocked, “G’day, mate!” while flipping him off with two middle fingers.

Mammon’s eye twitched before he seethed, his face darkening. Smoke bellowed from his mouth and six smaller glowing yellow eyes appeared on his forehead. He vanished in smoke and rushed toward the flinching Fizzarolli. With low growls from inside enormous clouds of smoke, Mammon lifted up a giant sharp yellow bug leg that almost stabbed Fizzarolli who backed away. Asmodeus peered from behind the curtain, grabbing it in his fist.

“Oh that motherfucker…”

Mammon pulled back his sharp leg. He wiggled out of a slime-covered larva sack that resembled the design of his jester outfit.

He let out a low demonic growl. “YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!”

He rose from his sack, growling until the growls intensified into screams. Mammon was in his true demonic form, slamming down his eight bug legs on the ground. He had the appearance and traits of a spider and a parasite, thinking of nothing but consumption. He even had a striped bee-like bug bottom with stingers and spikes.

“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!” he screamed at Fizzarolli in a distorted demonic voice. “YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN MY IMAGE!”

Fizzarolli just crossed his arms and glared unintimidated by his former master. Mammon jabbed a giant finger at him.

“I RAISED YOU LIKE THE SON I DIDN’T WANT!”

Fizzarolli slapped his giant finger away and narrowed his eyes, causing Mammon to narrow his eyes in return.

Asmodeus appeared protectively behind Fizzarolli in a roar of teal and red flames. He towered high and his three heads roared and turned red, speaking in a demonic voice.

“YOU’D BETTER BACK THE FUCK UP, MAM!”

In the stands, Wally Wackford laughed out loud and pointed with his cane. “Holy shit! I say, I say!” He was dressed in a green, black, and gold suit and his green top hat had yellow teeth as the rim. Next to him was a hellhound with a small imp appearing out of a bowl of popcorn.

Mammon chuckled darkly before turning to Asmodeus.

“Look who’s acting like a big fuckin’ hero.” He crawled over to Asmodeus, placing a finger under his chin. “Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn’t want your little secret getting out, would we?” He smirked while pointing down at Fizzarolli.

Asmodeus yelled into his face, flames turning red. “I don’t care anymore!” The two Sins butted heads.

“Ozz?” Fizzarolli asked in concern.

Mammon smirked and backed up. “Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone hereee that you…”

“What?” asked Asmodeus. “That I love him? Well I do!”

To Mammon’s surprise, the crowd erupted into fangirl screams and yelled “I knew it, I knew it!” They all excitedly typed on their cell phones. One male imp wearing a green striped jester hat and a white goatee had three cell phones attached to his arm.

 The first phone was “Louie” texting a partner who soon broke up with him.

“Babe I can change. PLEASE!”

“You don’t get it. Don’t talk to me, don’t message me, don’t call me ever again. We’re done, asshole. Have a shitty day.”

“I AM THE ONE TRUE SHIPPER AND I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!”

“YOU CALLED ME A FOOL? WELL LOOK WHO’S LAUGHING NOW! EXPECT FAN ART SOON!”

The second cellphone showed Twitter texts.

“Clarisse @ simparolli: Ozzarolli confirmed guys! It’s fucking REAL! #ozzarolli #fizzaozzie”

“Yannah @mamdonaldsaddict: OZZIE FUX FIZZ? LOVINGLY???”

“LooLooBro @looloolooland: I CALLED IT! I TOLD YOU ALL! (Gif of Fizzarolli yelling and saying “YEEESS!”

“Minnie @downiecookie: I honk but no one listens. (Clown emojis).”

The third cellphone showed profiles on a “ClownEmporium” website, “Greed’s #1 forum for clowns and clown adjacent Hellborns!”

“HAWT NEWS!! OZZIE AND FIZZIE IN LOVE? EW!”

xxHonkiexx: “I am pleased to announce that my collection of multicolored combs continues to grow! I am forever grateful to all my followers who helps me make this possible. And to the haters who like to shit on my collection, you’re just ugly and jealous, touch some grass.”

Doug…Dugs: “Anyone have a good website where one could find quality high res vids of clown feet for research purposes? The only ones I can find are in 480p, I can’t even see the wrinkles. 4k or higher, otherwise, don’t waste my time.”

Mammon looked stunned and scratched his head. “Oh-uh. Shit.” Then he put his hands on his hips, coming up with an insult. “Ah-you dirty bitch!”

He crawled on all his legs and smirked near Asmodeus’ face. He spoke in a demonic voice, whispering ominously into Asmodeus’ ears.

“You are gonna regret revealing that, Ozz!” He chuckled darkly and snorted green smoke into Fizzarolli’s face. He then broke out into loud sinister laughter, revenge brewing in his eyes. He disappeared in smoke and dollar bill signs one last time. The crowd screamed and flinched as the arena, stage, and circus tents came crashing down in explosions.

Asmodeus held Fizzarolli protectively in his flaming teal hands, sitting up after the explosions were over. Fizzarolli stood up and coughed in Asmodeus’ flaming hands. Relieved to see Fizzarolli unharmed, he brought him close to his face, the lovers nuzzling and sighing happily.

Glitz lay on top of her sister and lifted up her head.

“So does that mean we win?”

Glam also lifted up her head. Both sisters smirked at each other before a slab of rock fell on them. “ACK!” they yelled from underneath the rubble.

A poster showing dancing on a ball and Mammon grinning in green light was run over by the wheels of the limo. Mammon dollar bills lay in the street. Meanwhile inside the limo, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus were nuzzling and making lovey-dovey giggling noises, Fizzarolli cradled in his partner’s arms. Blitzo smirked next to them and asked, “So, um, who tops?”

Fizzarolli groaned and Asmodeus blushed. They both looked at each other, implying that they each took turns being dominant in bed.

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Understanding X-Ray Detectors for Digital Radiography: A Comprehensive Guide

Digital radiography (DR) has revolutionized the field of medical imaging, offering enhanced image quality, faster processing times, and reduced radiation exposure compared to traditional film-based systems. At the heart of this technological advancement lies the X-ray detector, a critical component that captures the X-rays passing through the body and converts them into digital images. This blog delves into the world of X-ray detectors for digital radiography, exploring their types, working principles, and the benefits they bring to modern healthcare.

What Are X-Ray Detectors?

X-ray detectors are devices that capture and convert the X-ray energy emitted from an X-ray source into visible images. These images allow healthcare professionals to diagnose and monitor various medical conditions, ranging from broken bones to complex diseases. In digital radiography, the role of the X-ray detector is crucial as it directly influences the image quality, resolution, and overall efficiency of the imaging process.

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Types of X-Ray Detectors in Digital Radiography

There are several types of X-ray detectors used in digital radiography, each with its unique advantages and applications:

Flat-Panel Detectors (FPDs):

Indirect Conversion Detectors: These detectors use a scintillator to convert X-rays into visible light, which is then detected by photodiodes and converted into electrical signals. Indirect conversion FPDs are widely used in general radiography due to their excellent image quality and relatively low radiation dose.

Direct Conversion Detectors: These detectors directly convert X-ray photons into electrical signals without the intermediate step of light conversion. Made from materials like amorphous selenium, direct conversion FPDs offer higher spatial resolution, making them ideal for applications requiring detailed imaging, such as mammography.

Charged-Coupled Devices (CCDs): CCDs are semiconductor devices that convert X-rays into electrical signals. Though less commonly used than FPDs, CCDs are still prevalent in specific applications like dental imaging. They offer good image quality but are often limited by their smaller size and lower sensitivity compared to FPDs.

Complementary Metal-Oxide-Semiconductor (CMOS) Detectors: CMOS detectors are similar to CCDs but use different technology for capturing and processing X-ray images. CMOS detectors are known for their low power consumption, high speed, and durability. They are increasingly used in various medical imaging applications, including portable X-ray systems.

Photostimulable Phosphor Plates (PSP): Also known as computed radiography (CR) detectors, PSP plates store the X-ray image in a phosphor layer, which is later read out by a laser scanner. Although CR systems are less expensive than FPDs, they are gradually being replaced by more advanced digital radiography technologies due to their slower processing times.

Key Advantages of Digital Radiography with X-Ray Detectors

The transition from traditional film-based radiography to digital radiography has brought numerous benefits, largely due to advancements in X-ray detector technology:

Improved Image Quality: X-ray detectors in digital radiography provide superior image quality with better contrast resolution, enabling more accurate diagnoses.

Reduced Radiation Exposure: Digital X-ray detectors require less radiation to produce high-quality images, which enhances patient safety.

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Faster Results: The digital nature of modern X-ray detectors allows for immediate image processing and review, significantly speeding up the diagnostic process.

Enhanced Workflow Efficiency: Digital radiography systems are integrated with Picture Archiving and Communication Systems (PACS), enabling seamless storage, retrieval, and sharing of images within healthcare networks.

Environmentally Friendly: Unlike film-based systems, digital radiography eliminates the need for chemical processing and film storage, reducing environmental impact.

Conclusion

X-ray detectors are the cornerstone of digital radiography, transforming how medical images are captured, processed, and analyzed. With the ongoing advancements in detector technology, digital radiography continues to evolve, offering ever-improving image quality, patient safety, and diagnostic accuracy. As healthcare providers strive to deliver better care, understanding the different types of X-ray detectors and their benefits is essential for making informed decisions in medical imaging.

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The Rise of E-Bike Stores: Transforming Urban Mobility

Electric bikes, commonly known as e-bikes, have become a game-changer in the world of urban mobility. As cities grow more congested and environmental concerns escalate, e-bikes offer a sustainable and efficient alternative to traditional modes of transportation. This surge in popularity has led to the proliferation of e-bike stores, which cater to the diverse needs of consumers seeking eco-friendly and convenient travel options.

Growth of the E-Bike Market

The e-bike market has experienced exponential growth in recent years. According to market research, the global e-bike market is expected to reach USD 118.65 billion by 2030, growing at a CAGR of 12.2% from 2021 to 2030. Factors contributing to this growth include increasing urbanization, government incentives for electric vehicles, and a growing awareness of the environmental impact of traditional transportation.

Types of E-Bike Stores

Specialty E-Bike Stores: These stores focus exclusively on e-bikes, offering a wide range of models from various brands. They often provide personalized services such as custom fittings, test rides, and maintenance services. Examples include shops like Pedego Electric Bikes and Rad Power Bikes.

Bike Shops with E-Bike Sections: Traditional bike shops have adapted to the e-bike trend by dedicating sections of their stores to electric bikes. This hybrid approach allows them to cater to both conventional cyclists and e-bike enthusiasts. Shops like Trek and Specialized have successfully integrated e-bikes into their product offerings.

Online E-Bike Retailers: With the rise of e-commerce, many consumers prefer the convenience of online shopping. Websites like E-Bikes Direct and BikeBerry offer a vast selection of e-bikes, often at competitive prices. These retailers often provide detailed product descriptions, customer reviews, and home delivery options.

Key Considerations for E-Bike Stores

Product Range: A diverse product range is crucial for attracting a wide customer base. E-bike stores should offer various types of e-bikes, including commuter bikes, mountain bikes, folding bikes, and cargo bikes, to cater to different needs and preferences.

Customer Service: Excellent customer service is essential for building a loyal customer base. Stores should provide knowledgeable staff who can offer expert advice, conduct test rides, and assist with maintenance and repairs.

After-Sales Support: E-bikes require regular maintenance to ensure optimal performance. Stores that offer comprehensive after-sales support, including servicing and parts replacement, are likely to retain customers and generate positive word-of-mouth.

Location: Strategic store locations in urban areas, near cycling paths, and in communities with high traffic can significantly boost footfall and sales.

Challenges Facing E-Bike Stores

High Initial Costs: E-bikes are generally more expensive than traditional bikes, which can be a barrier for some consumers. Stores need to offer flexible financing options to make e-bikes more accessible.

Battery Concerns: Battery life and replacement costs are common concerns among e-bike users. Stores should educate customers about proper battery care and provide reliable replacement options.

Regulatory Issues: E-bike regulations vary by region, and stores must stay updated on local laws regarding e-bike usage, speed limits, and safety requirements to ensure compliance.

The Future of E-Bike Stores

The future looks bright for e-bike stores as the demand for sustainable and efficient transportation solutions continues to rise. Innovations in e-bike technology, such as improved battery life, lighter frames, and enhanced connectivity features, will further drive market growth. Additionally, as cities invest in cycling infrastructure and promote eco-friendly initiatives, e-bikes will play a crucial role in shaping the future of urban mobility.

e-bike stores are at the forefront of a transportation revolution. By offering a diverse range of products, excellent customer service, and robust after-sales support, these stores are well-positioned to meet the growing demand for eco-friendly and efficient mobility solutions. As the market evolves, e-bike stores will continue to innovate and adapt, ensuring that they remain a vital part of the urban transportation landscape.

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Tilting Dispensers Market Forecast | Reports and Insights | 2024-2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “Tilting Dispensers Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global Tilting Dispensers Market Forecast share, size, trends, and growth. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

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How big is the Tilting Dispensers Market?

The tilting dispensers market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 7.4% during the forecast period of 2024 to 2032.

What are Tilting Dispensers?

Tilting dispensers are containers designed for controlled dispensing of liquids, powders, or granules. They feature a mechanism that enables the container to tilt or pivot, facilitating easy pouring. These dispensers are commonly used in industries like food service and healthcare to dispense items such as condiments or cleaning supplies. They are valued for their ability to streamline operations and ensure accurate dispensing.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the Tilting Dispensers industry?

The tilting dispensers market growth is driven by various trends and factors. The market for tilting dispensers is experiencing a consistent upswing, driven by rising demand for effective and user-friendly dispensing solutions in sectors like food service, hospitality, and healthcare. These dispensers provide advantages such as precise dispensing, minimized waste, and enhanced operational efficiency. Factors propelling market expansion include the expanding food service sector, greater uptake of automated dispensing systems, and a growing requirement for hygienic dispensing options. Manufacturers are actively pursuing product enhancements to meet changing end-user preferences, contributing to the market's upward trajectory. Hence, all these factors contribute to tilting dispensers market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

By Product Type:

Manual tilt dispensers

Electric tilt dispensers

Pneumatic tilt dispensers

Others

By Material Type:

Stainless steel

Plastic

Glass

Others

By Capacity:

Small-sized dispensers

Medium-sized dispensers

Large-sized dispensers

By End-Use Industry:

Food and beverage

Pharmaceuticals

Chemical manufacturing

Agriculture

Cosmetics and personal care

Others

By Automation Level:

Manual dispensers

Semi-automated dispensers

Fully automated dispensers

By Application:

Liquid dispensing

Powder dispensing

Granular material dispensing

By Sales Channel:

Direct sales

Distributor sales

By Customer Type:

Industrial customers

Commercial customers

By Operational Mode:

Continuous dispensing

Batch dispensing

By Control Type:

Manual control

Digital control

Programmable control

Segmentation By Region:

North America:

United States

Canada

Europe:

Germany

The U.K.

France

Spain

Italy

Russia

Poland

BENELUX

NORDIC

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific:

China

India

Japan

South Korea

Australia

New Zealand

ASEAN

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America:

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Rest of Latin America

Middle East & Africa:

Saudi Arabia

United Arab Emirates

South Africa

Egypt

Israel

Rest of MEA.

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The report covers the major market players including:

Mettler-Toledo International Inc.

GEA Group AG

SPX FLOW

Alfa Laval AB

Nordson Corporation

Fisnar Inc.

IDEX Corporation

Graco Inc.

Techcon Systems LLC

Sartorius AG

Tuthill Corporation

Bio-Rad Laboratories, Inc.

Tomco2 Systems Company

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Does Earthing Aid Muscle Recovery? Unveiling Natural Healing Benefits

Lately, I've been diving deep into the concept of earthing and its potential benefits, especially when it comes to muscle recovery. It's a topic that's garnered quite a bit of attention in the wellness community, and for good reason. The idea that simply connecting with the Earth's natural electric charge can aid in healing our bodies is both fascinating and worth exploring.

As someone who's always on the lookout for natural ways to boost my health and well-being, I was intrigued by the claims surrounding earthing. From reducing inflammation to improving sleep quality, the purported benefits are compelling. But what really caught my eye was its potential to support muscle recovery. As we all know, recovery is a crucial aspect of any fitness regimen, and finding effective, natural methods to enhance this process is a game-changer.

So, let's dive into what earthing is all about and explore whether it truly holds the key to better muscle recovery. It's a journey I'm excited to take, and I'm glad you're here with me.

Understanding Earthing and Its Principles

After delving into the intriguing concept of earthing and its purported benefits for muscle recovery, I find myself compelled to unpack the principles behind this natural healing process. Earthing, also known as grounding, refers to the act of connecting directly with the Earth's surface electrons by walking barefoot outside or using conductive systems while indoors. This connection is believed to facilitate a transfer of the Earth's electrons into the body, which can neutralize free radicals and thereby reduce chronic inflammation—an underlying factor in many health disorders, including muscle pain and slow recovery after exercise.

The principle of earthing rests on the premise that the Earth maintains a negative electrical potential on its surface. When one makes a direct connection to the ground, the Earth's electrons are absorbed, which can lead to a number of physiological benefits. Scientific studies, such as those published in the Journal of Environmental and Public Health, suggest that earthing may indeed improve sleep, reduce pain, and decrease stress by moderating cortisol levels.

Moreover, earthing is thought to improve blood circulation, an essential factor for muscle recovery. Improved circulation means more oxygen and nutrients can be delivered to the muscles, aiding in faster healing and recovery from muscle soreness or injury. Additionally, the enhanced electrical conductivity in the body, facilitated by earthing, might support the synchronizing of biorhythms such as the circadian rhythm, which governs the sleep-wake cycle, further promoting recovery.

In my journey to understand earthing and its principles, I've gleaned that it is more than just a method for reconnecting with nature. It's a scientifically-backed practice that could offer tangible benefits, particularly for athletes or individuals seeking to optimize muscle recovery. By incorporating earthing practices into a regular wellness routine, one might see improvements in overall health and a decrease in recovery times post-exercise, making it a worthy consideration for those looking to enhance their physical well-being.

Evaluating the Link between Earthing and Muscle Recovery

In my research into the benefits of earthing, particularly its impact on muscle recovery, I've uncovered several compelling studies and expert opinions. Earthing, by promoting direct contact with the Earth's surface electrons, purportedly offers a natural pathway for reducing inflammation and enhancing recovery processes in the body. Here, I delve into how earthing may support muscle recovery, leaning on scientific insights and physiological explanations.

First, the reduction of inflammation stands central to earthing's purported benefits. Studies, argue that connecting to the Earth's surface electrons can neutralize free radicals within the body. These free radicals are often responsible for the inflammatory processes that contribute to muscle soreness and delay recovery. By mitigating this inflammation, earthing could potentially accelerate muscle recovery, making it an appealing practice for athletes and active individuals alike.

Furthermore, the improvement in sleep quality is another pathway through which earthing might enhance muscle recovery. Quality sleep is paramount for recovery, as it's during this time that the body undergoes significant repair and recovery processes. Research highlighted suggests that earthing can improve sleep patterns through its grounding effects, which in turn can support the muscle recovery process.

In addition, enhanced blood circulation is a critical factor in muscle recovery, aiding in the transport of nutrients and oxygen to stressed muscles, thus facilitating healing and regeneration. Earthing's influence on blood viscosity, as observed in a study, points towards its potential to improve circulation, highlighting yet another way it may support muscle recovery.

Lastly, stress reduction linked to earthing could indirectly benefit muscle recovery. Stress negatively impacts the body's ability to recover, and by decreasing stress levels, as indicated by research, earthing might create a more conducive environment for muscle healing.

These findings, spanning from inflammation reduction to stress alleviation, paint a promising picture of earthing's role in muscle recovery. As I continue to explore this natural healing practice, it's clear that the simplicity of connecting with the Earth offers not just a way to recuperate but also an avenue to enhance overall health and well-being.

Benefits of Earthing Beyond Muscle Recovery

Building on the understanding that earthing significantly supports muscle recovery, I've discovered its broader benefits extend well beyond. The practice of making direct contact with the Earth's surface provides a myriad of health advantages that contribute to overall well-being. Here, I'll explore several key benefits of earthing beyond muscle recovery.

Improves Sleep Quality: Numerous studies indicate that earthing helps stabilize the body's circadian rhythms, leading to improved sleep quality. When I engage in earthing, the Earth's natural electrical charges interact with my body, promoting a deeper, more restorative sleep. This is particularly beneficial for those struggling with insomnia or erratic sleep patterns.

Reduces Chronic Pain: Beyond aiding in muscle recovery, earthing has shown promise in reducing chronic pain. By decreasing inflammation and increasing blood flow, earthing can alleviate the discomfort associated with conditions such as arthritis and fibromyalgia. This pain-reduction effect furthers earthing's reputation as a natural healing practice.

Decreases Stress Levels: The act of grounding oneself has also been linked to lowered cortisol levels, which in turn, reduce stress and anxiety. This connection between earthing and stress reduction is something I find incredibly beneficial in today’s fast-paced world. It's a simple yet effective way to naturally calm the mind and body.

Enhances Immune Function: One of the lesser-known benefits of earthing is its potential to boost the immune system. By reducing inflammation and improving sleep and stress levels, earthing can fortify the body's natural defenses against pathogens. This supports a stronger immune system and better overall health.

Each of these benefits underscores the holistic impact of earthing on health. Incorporating earthing into my daily routine has not only supported my muscle recovery but also contributed significantly to my overall well-being. The simplicity of connecting with the Earth's natural energies offers a profound and accessible way to enhance health across multiple dimensions.

How to Practice Earthing

Practicing earthing involves direct contact with the Earth's surface, allowing its electrons to flow into the body. I'll share some simple methods to integrate earthing into everyday life, enhancing muscle recovery and overall well-being.

Walking Barefoot: This is the most straightforward way to practice earthing. Walking barefoot on grass, soil, or sand enables direct earth-to-body contact. I typically recommend starting with a few minutes a day, gradually increasing the duration for more significant benefits.

Gardening Without Gloves: Engaging in gardening activities without gloves allows for direct contact with the Earth. It's not only therapeutic but also an effective way to practice earthing, as I've found through personal experience.

Using Earthing Mats for Beds or Sheets: For those who live in urban areas or can't spend much time outdoors, earthing mats or sheets that can easily be put in bed provide an alternative. These products connect to the ground port of an electrical outlet, simulating the earthing experience indoors. I often use an earthing mat under my feet while working at my desk.

Swimming in Natural Bodies of Water: Lakes, rivers, and the ocean are excellent conductors of the Earth's electrons. Swimming or wading in these natural bodies of water can serve as an effective earthing exercise. I make it a point to swim in natural waters whenever I can, to combine the benefits of earthing and water therapy.

Incorporating earthing into daily routines can significantly contribute to muscle recovery and overall health. It's simple, cost-effective, and provides a natural way to reconnect with the Earth's healing energies. I've noticed improvements in my sleep quality, reduced pain, and a decrease in stress levels since I started practicing earthing regularly.

Potential Downsides and Precautions

Exploring the realm of earthing for muscle recovery offers a promising outlook, yet it's equally important to address potential downsides and precautions. My aim is to ensure that anyone considering earthing as a part of their recovery regimen is fully informed about both sides of the practice.

Firstly, earthing relies profoundly on direct contact with the Earth's surface. For individuals residing in urban settings, finding a natural ground can prove challenging, limiting the practicality and frequency of earthing sessions. Such a constraint necessitates the use of alternative earthing methods, like mats or sheets, which might not offer the full spectrum of benefits compared to direct earth contact.

Secondly, despite the lack of significant side effects reported in studies, there's always a speculative risk of transferring environmental toxins or pollutants from the ground into the body. In areas with heavy pesticide use or pollution, the safety of earthing outdoors might be compromised. This highlights the importance of choosing clean, uncontaminated areas for earthing practices to mitigate potential risks.

Moreover, individuals with electromagnetic hypersensitivity might find earthing mats or sheets counterproductive due to their electrical conductivity. Although these products are designed to mimic the Earth's electrical charge, they require a plugged-in connection to maintain this charge, which could exacerbate symptoms in sensitive individuals.

Lastly, those with open wounds or compromised skin integrity should proceed with caution. Direct contact with the Earth in such conditions could pose a risk of infection. Ensuring wounds are appropriately covered and protected becomes crucial when engaging in earthing activities.

My advice emphasizes the significance of taking individual health conditions into account before integrating earthing into one’s recovery process. Consulting with a healthcare provider, especially for those with pre-existing conditions, ensures that the practice aligns with one's overall health strategy. It's crucial to approach earthing as a complementary method, not a standalone solution, for muscle recovery and well-being.

Personal Experiences and Testimonials

Connecting with nature through earthing has transformed my approach to muscle recovery. Through walking barefoot on the grass and using earthing sheets, I've noticed a tangible improvement in how quickly my muscles recuperate after intense workouts. My energy levels have seen a notable increase, and my sleep quality has significantly improved, aiding in faster recovery times. These personal gains echo the experiences shared by many in my fitness circle, reinforcing the value of integrating earthing into our wellness routines.

One friend, in particular, swears by earthing mats for her recovery process. She's an avid runner and found that incorporating daily grounding sessions has lessened her recovery time and reduced muscle soreness after long runs. Her testimony, along with mine, serves as a real-life endorsement of earthing's potential benefits, supported by the initial discussion on the science behind earthing for muscle recovery.

Another testimonial comes from a yoga instructor I know, who introduced grounding techniques into her classes. She highlights not just the physical benefits, such as enhanced circulation and reduced inflammation, but also the mental calmness and grounding that comes from connecting with the Earth. Her students report feeling more centered and less stressed, further contributing to a conducive recovery environment.

In my online fitness communities, anecdotal evidence abounds with stories of reduced chronic pain, improved sleep patterns, and overall better wellbeing from individuals who have made earthing a part of their daily routine. While these testimonials are not substitutes for scientific evidence, they offer compelling insights into the potential of earthing as a complementary approach to muscle recovery.

Altogether, these personal experiences and testimonials reinforce the information shared about earthing's role in muscle recovery. They highlight not only its potential physical benefits but also its contribution to mental and emotional wellbeing, rounding out earthing as a holistic approach to recovery.

Conclusion

Earthing has emerged as a compelling approach to aid muscle recovery, offering a blend of physical and mental benefits. By tapping into the Earth's natural electrons, it's possible to enhance sleep, reduce pain, and improve blood circulation, all of which are crucial for recuperation. While the urban environment and certain health considerations may pose challenges, solutions like earthing mats make this practice accessible to many. The positive experiences shared by individuals in fitness circles not only validate the effectiveness of earthing but also encourage a broader adoption of this holistic recovery method. As we continue to explore the connection between nature and health, earthing stands out as a promising ally in the quest for optimal wellness.

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How Does An EMF Protector Work?

Understanding EMF Protectors: Mechanisms and Benefits

In our digitally dominated era, the omnipresence of electronic devices has escalated concerns about the potential health impacts of electromagnetic fields (EMFs). This invisible energy, emitted by everything from cell phones to Wi-Fi networks, has led to the rise of an EMF protector. These devices promise to shield users from electromagnetic radiation, sparking interest in their functionality and efficacy. This article provides an in-depth exploration of EMF protectors, detailing the science behind their operation, evaluating their effectiveness, and discussing the various types available on the market.

The Science of Electromagnetic Fields (EMFs)

EMFs are areas of energy invisible to the naked eye, generated by electrical charges found in various modern devices. They are categorised into two types: non-ionising (low-level radiation, such as that from cell phones and microwaves) and ionising (high-level radiation, like X-rays). Public concern predominantly revolves around non-ionising EMFs, attributed to the ubiquitous use of electronic devices. These concerns are grounded in research that suggests potential adverse health effects from prolonged EMF exposure, including sleep disturbances, headaches, and even long-term conditions like cancer.

How EMF Protectors Work

EMF protectors are designed to mitigate exposure to electromagnetic radiation. There are two primary mechanisms through which these devices operate:

Absorption and Shielding: Some protectors work by absorbing or blocking EMFs, using materials like metals or special composites to prevent radiation from penetrating them. This method physically intercepts electromagnetic waves, reducing the user's exposure.

Harmonisation and Neutralisation: Other protectors claim to alter the EMFs' frequencies, making them less harmful. This process, often involving minerals or proprietary technology, supposedly transforms harmful EMFs into harmless frequencies, thus neutralising their negative effects.

Evaluating the Effectiveness of EMF Protectors

The debate over the efficacy of EMF protectors continues in scientific circles. While some research and user testimonials support the notion that these devices can mitigate the effects of EMF exposure, comprehensive scientific validation remains elusive. The effectiveness of EMF protectors often depends on the type of device and the specific EMF source. Users typically rely on a combination of product reviews, scientific research, and personal experience to determine a protector's value.

Different Types of EMF Protectors

The market offers a wide range of EMF protectors, each designed for different uses and preferences:

Personal EMF Protectors: These include wearable items like jewelry, as well as functional gadgets like phone cases and laptop stickers, designed to shield the individual from direct exposure to EMF sources.

Environmental EMF Protectors: For broader coverage, environmental protectors are available to safeguard larger spaces, such as homes or offices, from EMF exposure. These can range from wall-mounted units to comprehensive systems integrated into a building’s infrastructure.

Choosing the Right EMF Protector

Selecting an effective EMF protector requires careful consideration of one's specific needs and exposure levels. Factors to consider include the types of devices most commonly used, the typical environment (e.g., home, office, or on-the-go), and personal sensitivity to EMFs. The decision should balance the cost of the protector with its purported benefits and the level of EMF exposure.

Moreover, the integration of an EMF protector into one's daily routine should not be cumbersome or intrusive. The chosen solution should offer a practical and user-friendly means to mitigate EMF exposure without significant lifestyle changes.

Conclusion

The advent of an EMF protector represents a growing public response to concerns over electromagnetic radiation in our modern, tech-driven world. While the effectiveness of these devices can vary, they present a potential strategy for reducing the risks associated with EMF exposure. Individuals considering EMF protectors should make decisions based on a mix of scientific evidence, personal health considerations, and environmental factors. As the dialogue around EMFs and health continues to evolve, so too will the technologies and solutions designed to protect against their potential effects, ensuring a balanced approach to technology use and well-being.

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Advance Market Analytics released a new market study on Global Protein Engineering Market Research report which presents a complete assessment of the Market and contains a future trend, current growth factors, attentive opinions, facts, and industry validated market data. The research study provides estimates for Global Protein Engineering Forecast till 2029*.

The factors driving the business growth of protein engineering market include growing consumption of protein-based drugs owing to protein deficiency as well as increasing government initiatives and funding for protein engineering will propel the business growth over the forecasted period. Protein engineering is a process of stabilizing and developing protein intake or any enzyme with particular applications. This process relates to the adoption of protein producing enzymes for the production of high value and required proteins. Variety of protein engineering methods are available in the market including directed and random mutagenesis, homology modelling. Molecular dynamics and many others.

Key Players included in the Research Coverage of Protein Engineering Market are:

Agilent Technologies Inc. (United States), Bio-Rad Laboratories, Inc. (United States), Lonza Group AG (Switzerland), Bruker Corporation (United States), Danaher Corporation (United States), General Electric Company (United States), PerkinElmer, Inc. (United States), GenScript Biotech Corporation (United States), Sigma-Aldrich Corporation (United States), Thermo Fisher Scientific (United States),

What's Trending in Market: Rising Adoption of Monoclonal Antibodies across the Globe Increasing Applications of Protein Engineering in Numerous Therapies for Autoimmune Diseases and Cancer

Challenges: Higher Maintenance as well as Operational Expenses with respect to Costly Instruments and Tools Lack of Skilled Workforce Available for Protein Engineering

 Market Growth Drivers: Increasing Government Initiatives in Minimizing Protein Deficiency Growing Prevalence of Protein Deficiency Diseases

The Global Protein Engineering Market segments and Market Data Break Down by Type (Modified Enzymes, Insulin, Monoclonal Antibodies, Coagulation Factors (Blood factors + Tissue plasminogen), Vaccines, Growth Factors (Hormones + Cytokine), Others), Technology (Irrational Protein Design, Rational Protein Design), End User (Academic Research Institutes, Pharmaceutical & Biotechnology Companies, Contract Research Organizations)

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• Middle East & Africa: Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, Israel, Turkey, Egypt and South Africa.

• Europe: United Kingdom, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Belgium, Netherlands and Russia.

• Asia-Pacific: India, China, Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, and Australia.

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Power-to-Gas Market Estimated to Witness High Growth Owing to Rising Concerns About Green Energy Storage

Power-to-gas systems use surplus renewable power like wind and solar to produce hydrogen or synthetic natural gas through electrolysis. The produced hydrogen can be stored and distributed through the existing gas network or used as a fuel directly. It provides a long-term solution for storing surplus renewable energy. Power-to-gas also helps decarbonize sectors like industry, transportation, and buildings. The global power-to-gas market is estimated to be valued at US$ 39.13 Bn in 2023 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 15% over the forecast period 2024 to 2031, as highlighted in a new report published by Coherent Market Insights. Market Dynamics: One driver that is leading to high growth of the power-to-gas market size is rising concerns about green energy storage. Renewable energy sources like solar and wind have intermittent generation which makes it challenging to balance electricity supply and demand. Power-to-gas provides a viable solution by enabling the storage of surplus renewable power in the form of hydrogen. This stored energy can later be used as a fuel or converted back to electricity as per demand. Power-to-gas helps maximize the utilization of renewable sources and support their higher adoption for a sustainable energy transition. The ability of power-to-gas to store excess renewable energy for long durations is a key factor driving increasing investments in this technology. SWOT Analysis Strength: Power-to-gas technology enables storage of surplus renewable energy production from wind and solar through conversion into hydrogen or methane. This provides an important energy storage solution and helps in better utilizing renewable sources. By converting electricity to hydrogen or methane, power-to-gas provides an efficient way to store energy over long periods of time in the existing gas infrastructure. Weakness: Power-to-gas plants require large investments and have high capital costs. Their efficiency is also relatively low as energy is lost during the conversion process from electricity to gas. Additionally, public acceptance of producing and storing hydrogen or methane is still limited due to safety concerns. Opportunity: Many countries are targeting increased adoption and share of renewable energy to meet climate goals. This presents an opportunity for greater utilization of power-to-gas technology to balance intermittent renewables production and ensure grid stability. Rising natural gas demand also provides an outlet to use hydrogen or methane derived from power-to-gas. Threats: Cheaper battery storage alternatives or development of more direct long-term electricity storage solutions could reduce the advantages of power-to-gas. Strict emission norms may also affect use of methane derived from power-to-gas if carbon capture is not viable. Dependence on government policy support for renewable energy and power-to-gas also poses regulatory threats. Key Takeaways The global power-to-gas market is expected to witness high growth over the forecast period supported by increasing renewable energy adoption worldwide. The market size is estimated to reach US$ 39.13 billion by 2024. Regional analysis: Europe currently dominates the power-to-gas market accounting for over 50% share due to favorable government policies and initiatives supporting renewable energy and power-to-gas in countries like Germany, France and Italy. Asia Pacific is expected to be the fastest growing market led by China due to major capacity additions in renewable energy. Key players: Key players operating in the power-to-gas market are Codexis Inc., Abzena, Ltd., Enantis s.r.o, GenScript Biotech Corp., Waters Corporation, PerkinElmer, Inc., Bruker Corporation, Agilent Technologies, Bio-Rad Laboratories Inc., and Thermo Fisher Scientific Inc., among others. These companies are focusing on technology advancements and strategic partnerships to strengthen their presence in the high growth power-to-gas market.Get more insights on this topic:https://www.newswirestats.com/power-to-gas-market-size-and-outlook/

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Weeks 41 & 42: Buckle up, buttercup

(Runner up quote since it was too long: "It's got a talking donkey, that's straight legitness right there")

Helloooooo again.  My life is a BLUR.  I don't know what's going on, and to be honest I'm actually kinda liking that feeling for once. I (unfortunately, you will understand why by the end of this letter) do not have all day, so you're getting one miracle story and a life update.

The miracle story begins with Thanksgiving.  I enjoyed Thanksgiving.  I did have a pretty sludgy morning and had a migraine all day, but that honestly helped me appreciate the opportunity for gratitude even more.  When I actually sat down and thought about it, there is a dang long list of things I love about my life.  I love the people I'm with.  I love the town I live in.  I love spending my days doing something that frequently brings joy (and always brings personal growth and meaning).  I love my freedom to use the resources and blessings I've been given to help others receive them also.  I love that I have the time and support needed to tackle my personal flaws head on, and take this time out of my life to erode those barnacles from my soul properly so that I don't spend the rest of my life halfheartedly attempting to pick them off.

Anyway, the point is gratitude really does make dealing with life's crap easier.  Plus I got to see my whole family on a video call, which was rad.  It was comforting to hear the chaos of my family's Thanksgiving, just how I remember it.  

Anyway (pt. 2, electric boogaloo) midway through Thanksgiving we received a referral.  (A referral is the result of someone requesting to meet missionaries through an online ad.)  I initially intended to wait until the next day to call the number, but then remembered that I'm still a missionary regardless of what day it is so we called anyway.  The fellow immediately picked up, was very pleasant, and revealed that he was a new member who had moved here and didn't know there was a church in Fremont!  He kept talking and we weren't exactly sure what he was looking for, so we offered to come see him and he invited us over the next afternoon.  We had a long and deep conversation, and he eventually shared that there had been bizarrely peculier events that he could tell were God's way of pointing him in the right direction.  He had even been at a friend's house and Elder Thornton called his friend about something else months ago, thus alerting him to the fact that there were missionaries in Newaygo County.  We all marvelled at the intricacy and lengths the Lord will go to direct his children towards the right path, and our new friend took it as a sign that it was time to come back to church.  As we were talking, Elder Thornton and I simultaneously received a prompting to invite him to join us as we visited another struggling new member.  We don't know why the Lord wants us to do this, but we will surely find out soon.  

Alright folks, now that you should all be feeling nice and inspired to go do the will of the Lord, here's what happens next.

We got transfer news on Saturday.  Within a 2 hour period, I discovered that Elder Thornton will be going to Bay City, I will be staying in Fremont to train another new missionary, and I would also be speaking in Sacrament meeting the following morning.  We then found out that I would need to travel to Lansing twice this week, and that the entire week's worth of appointments would need to be moved.  Because Elder Thornton would be moving and I would be travelling all week, we needed to pack.  We had 48 hours to do all of that and more.  I chose to say a prayer and trust that the Lord would give me the mental tenacity to accomplish all of that, and so far that prayer has been gracefully answered.  I feel pretty okay about things.  It's all been stressful, and as always I'm losing dear friends and stability in the transfer but I feel prepared for what comes next for once, and I'm so grateful for that and everything else.  I'm almost surprising myself with how calm I am about it all right now.  Training is a massive task, one that will subsume the next 3 months of my life.  I'm wondering if that's going to hit me later, or if I've truly just reached a whole new level of chill-ness.  I guess we'll all find out later.

The good news for all of you is that I'll be staying put for a while, so no more losing your mail.  (A big thank you to all you precious souls that keep sending me mail, by the way :)

I love you friends <3

-Elder Beren Mowrer

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Protein Engineering Market Boosting the Growth Worldwide

Latest released the research study on Global Protein Engineering Market, offers a detailed overview of the factors influencing the global business scope. Protein Engineering Market research report shows the latest market insights, current situation analysis with upcoming trends and breakdown of the products and services. The report provides key statistics on the market status, size, share, growth factors of the Protein Engineering The study covers emerging player’s data, including: competitive landscape, sales, revenue and global market share of top manufacturers are Agilent Technologies Inc. (United States), Bio-Rad Laboratories, Inc. (United States), Lonza Group AG (Switzerland), Bruker Corporation (United States), Danaher Corporation (United States), General Electric Company (United States), PerkinElmer, Inc. (United States), GenScript Biotech Corporation (United States), Sigma-Aldrich Corporation (United States), Thermo Fisher Scientific (United States),

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The factors driving the business growth of protein engineering market include growing consumption of protein-based drugs owing to protein deficiency as well as increasing government initiatives and funding for protein engineering will propel the business growth over the forecasted period. Protein engineering is a process of stabilizing and developing protein intake or any enzyme with particular applications. This process relates to the adoption of protein producing enzymes for the production of high value and required proteins. Variety of protein engineering methods are available in the market including directed and random mutagenesis, homology modelling. Molecular dynamics and many others.

Market Trend:

Rising Adoption of Monoclonal Antibodies across the Globe

Increasing Applications of Protein Engineering in Numerous Therapies for Autoimmune Diseases and Cancer

 

Market Drivers:

Increasing Government Initiatives in Minimizing Protein Deficiency

Growing Prevalence of Protein Deficiency Diseases

 

Market Opportunities:

The Global Protein Engineering Market segments and Market Data Break Down are illuminated below:

by Type (Modified Enzymes, Insulin, Monoclonal Antibodies, Coagulation Factors (Blood factors + Tissue plasminogen), Vaccines, Growth Factors (Hormones + Cytokine), Others), Technology (Irrational Protein Design, Rational Protein Design), End User (Academic Research Institutes, Pharmaceutical & Biotechnology Companies, Contract Research Organizations)

Region Included are: North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, Oceania, South America, Middle East & Africa

Country Level Break-Up: United States, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, South Africa, Nigeria, Tunisia, Morocco, Germany, United Kingdom (UK), the Netherlands, Spain, Italy, Belgium, Austria, Turkey, Russia, France, Poland, Israel, United Arab Emirates, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, China, Japan, Taiwan, South Korea, Singapore, India, Australia and New Zealand etc.

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Chapter 1: Introduction, market driving force product Objective of Study and Research Scope the Protein Engineering market

Chapter 2: Exclusive Summary – the basic information of the Protein Engineering Market.

Chapter 3: Displayingthe Market Dynamics- Drivers, Trends and Challenges of the Protein Engineering

Chapter 4: Presenting the Protein Engineering Market Factor Analysis Porters Five Forces, Supply/Value Chain, PESTEL analysis, Market Entropy, Patent/Trademark Analysis.

Chapter 5: Displaying market size by Type, End User and Region 2015-2020

Chapter 6: Evaluating the leading manufacturers of the Protein Engineering market which consists of its Competitive Landscape, Peer Group Analysis, BCG Matrix & Company Profile

Chapter 7: To evaluate the market by segments, by countries and by manufacturers with revenue share and sales by key countries (2021-2026).

Chapter 8 & 9: Displaying the Appendix, Methodology and Data Source

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Global Polychondritis Disease Treatment Market, By Drug Class (Corticosteroid, Aspirin, Dapsone, Others), Symptoms (Nasal Chondritis, Inflammation, Heart Valve Abnormalities, Kidney Inflammation and Dysfunction), Mode of Administration (Injectables, Oral, Others), Distribution Channel (Hospital Pharmacies, Retail Pharmacies, Online Pharmacies), Country (U.S., Canada, Mexico, Peru, Brazil, Argentina, Rest of South America, Germany, Italy, U.K., France, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium, Switzerland, Turkey, Russia, Hungary, Lithuania, Austria, Ireland, Norway, Poland, Rest of Europe, Japan, China, India, South Korea, Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines, Vietnam, Rest of Asia Pacific, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, U.A.E, Kuwait, Israel, Egypt, Rest of Middle East and Africa) Industry Trends and Forecast to 2028

In the consistent Polychondritis Disease Treatment market research report, industry trends are put together on macro level with which clients can figure out market landscape and possible future issues about Polychondritis Disease Treatment industry. The scope of this market report include but is not limited to latest trends, market segmentation, new market entry, industry forecasting, future directions, opportunity identification, strategic analysis and planning, target market analysis, insights and innovation. The report presents with the CAGR value fluctuations for the specific forecasted period which helps decide costing and investment strategies. An influential Polychondritis Disease Treatment market report brings precise and exact market research information that drives business into the right direction.

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The major players covered in the Polychondritis Disease Treatment market report are Koninklijke Philips N.V., Abaxis, Abbott,  F. Hoffmann-La Roche Ltd, Siemens AG, Beckman Coulter, Inc., BD , Johnson & Johnson Services, Inc., Instrumentation Laboratory, PTS Diagnostics, Canon Inc., SAMSUNG, Carestream Health, FUJIFILM Holdings Corporation, Hitachi, Ltd., Hologic, Inc., GENERAL ELECTRIC COMPANY, Medtronic, Accriva Diagnostics, Opti Medical, Sienco, Inc., Alpha Scientific Electronics, AccuBioTech Co., Ltd., ACON Laboratories, Inc., Acrongenomics Inc., bioMérieux SA, Biomerica, Inc., Binx Health, Inc., Alfa Scientific Designs, Inc., Bio-Rad Laboratories, Inc., Medica Corporation, Nova Biomedical among other domestic and global players. Market share data is available for global, North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific (APAC), Middle East and Africa (MEA) and South America separately. DBMR analysts understand competitive strengths and provide competitive analysis for each competitor separately.

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Robot End Effector Market Demand & Value Analysis

Robot End Effector Market, By Type (Electric Grippers, Vacuum Cups, Tool Changers), Robot Type, Application (Handling, Assembly, Processing), Industry (Food & Beverage, E-Commerce) and Geography (North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, Middle East and Africa and South America)

Market Overview

Global Robot End Effector market is anticipated to reach USD 1.9 billion in 2021 growing at a CAGR of 18.8% during the forecasting period, 2021-2028.

End effector in robots is the device at the end of the robot and is responsible for interaction with the environment. The nature and type of end effector depends on the use of the robot. End effector can be a gripper, force-torque sensor, material remover tool, welding torch, tool changer etc. There are 6 major application of end effector like machine tending, pick and place, packaging and palletizing, Assembly, Surface finishing, Quality testing and inspection.

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Global Robot End Effector market is segmented into Type, Robot Type, Application, Industry and geography.

Type segment is segmented into Electric Grippers, Vacuum Cups, and Tool Changers

Application segment is segmented into Handling, Assembly, and Processing

Industry segment is segmented into Food & Beverage, E-Commerce

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Competitive Landscape

Key players in global Robot End Effector market are

Zimmer Group (Germany),

Schunk (Germany),

Schmalz (Germany),

Destaco (US), and Festo (Germany),

Piab AB (Sweden) Tünkers (Germany),

Robotiq (Canada), FIPA (Germany),

Wiess Robotics (Germany), ATI (US),

Bastian Solutions (US), IPR (Germany),

ABB (Switzerland), KUKA (Germany),

SMC (Japan), Applied Robotics (Denmark),

IAI (Japan), JH Robotics (US),

EMI (US), Millibar Robotics (US),

RAD (US), Soft Robotics (US),

OnRobot (Denmark),

Wyzo (Switzerland)

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