#handstand pushups

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[ranjith11]

Handstand for Beginners | Akram Yoga and Personal Training

In this video tutorial, you will learn the fundamentals of doing a handstand, even if you are a complete beginner. The instructor will guide you through a series of progressions and exercises that will help you build the strength, flexibility, and balance required for a successful handstand. If you're looking to improve your balance and stability, then this is the video for you! In just 60 seconds, I'll show you how to do a handstand that will take your stability and balance to the next level. Get ready to be able to handstand with ease!

[tinakp]

Handstand for Beginners | Akram Yoga and Personal Training

In this video tutorial, you will learn the fundamentals of doing a handstand, even if you are a complete beginner. The instructor will guide you through a series of progressions and exercises that will help you build the strength, flexibility, and balance required for a successful handstand.

[weebotaku21]

imagine coming late night from work and just passing out on the bed and in the morning when you wake up you're in your nightgown instead of your work clothes , muscular arms wrapped around you and you're snuggled into si o's bare chest. he is looking at you with a loving gaze in his raspy voice ,he says " good morning darling. you passed out so I changed you into something comfortable" while he places a kiss on your forehead and pulls up the strap of your gown falling over your shoulder

[bookwyrminspiration]

THANK U FOR RECOGNiZING BUFF FITZ ! i think a lot of us forget his insane workout regimen they mentioned in flashback. To me personally yhe is like ken ^__^

YEAH!!! he can just?? do 45 handstand pushups upon someone asking? that is not normal behavior that's wild. and he goes for his morning runs like the fun little guy he is :)

Of course there is potential for emotional complication/angst when it comes to working out, as we saw in Neverseen that Fitz idolized Alvar (not in the same regard as Keefe, but he was someone Fitz looked up to), and Alvar is notoriously someone who worked out near religiously. So he may have been following in his brother's footsteps, which is now a whole entire can of worms.

BUT THAT ASIDE!!! Fitz works out he puts in the effort (though he did recently say he was out of shape, not that I trust that statement), he's got muscle! He should be buff!

Also to each their own but I personally do not mean like super super lean muscly, I think he should be super muscly and squishy. have some fat protecting those muscles. some substance to him. thank you for your time

[feddy-34]

brody on rings is actually ridiculous what the fuck

[yogadaily]

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[puppybong]

my goal this year is to get better at manipulating my own body weight

[twinktosterone]

god made my wrists and ankles weak because it was too afraid of what i’d do with the ability to do gymnastics

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Jill Mills

[clowndensation]

children will literally see you on the day of your death match with the strongest curse on the planet, and ask if you could please lower your god-like limitless technique that keeps people from touching you, because they want to pat you on the back for good luck. and and you'll let them. because who can deny the face of a child who believes in you.

[kingtigermartialarts]

“Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” Bruce Lee So many people are looking for the easy way. In life you must explore ALL ways to the most effective and efficient way. Become the strongest person you can be to endure the tough times and enjoy the peaceful ones. This morning I was putting on the workout weight for deadlifts and noticed that the RX weight was 275 😳. So I I scaled that to 225 and still ended up dead last 😂 #warmup #deadlift #deadbug #pikepushups #pushup #metcon / #workout #goblet #lunge 42/30/18 #handstand push-up 21/15/9 #deadlift 225 12/9/6 13:51 T1 #crossfit #workout #takeoverathletics #olympiclifting #bodyweight #exercise #foreverathlete #beyourownhero (at Takeover Athletics) https://www.instagram.com/p/CompSubuvKB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iggydancebreak]

did we all collectively move on from the fact that fitz can literally do fifty handstand pushups

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild Romance Prompt: I would just love a fic where Buggy actually shows off some inordinate strength, like if something heavy falls on one of his friends, Buggy freaks out and lifts it off the person before anyone else can intervene. Maybe Mihawk or Crocodile finds Buggy working out and he's actually doing handstand pushups, and the pièce de résistance would be Buggy full on picking Mihawk or Crocodile up without any issue which sends both former warlords over the edge because Buggy's not supposed to be so strong and they aren't supposed to find it so hella sexy!

Me too, I love funny ideas that at random times the clown surprises himself with his strength as other people are shocked. A good example is in my fic, Carnival Conquest, near the end. If you haven’t seen it, sorry for the spoiler, but Buggy slammed the hammer down on high striker game. So hard that the metal puck flung off the game, leaving everyone that was watching stunned. Then Buggy in his flashy fashion, brushes it off because of multiple reasons.

I think it's funny that Buggy can seem weak, then freak out and destroy something accidentally to save someone or it just happens. There’s an idea where Buggy rips a metal door open, I what to use that in a fic, but I don’t know where. I remember a conversion with @theeofficialnightmare69 about Buggy wrestling with Richie or holding the lion, with a Marine ship seeing it from their binoculars and noping out of there. It was quite funny.

Buggy picking up Mihawk or Crocodile! Ooooooo I want to know the situation that happened for Buggy picking either of them up. Like holy stars, yes please with Crocodile and Mihawk being so confused and flustered… would they look around like big dogs when picked up? Are they concerned. then confused, and lastly flustered about it? So many options of how Mihawk and Crocodile would react to it.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you do a Nightwing/ Dick Grayson x hero reader? I really love your blog and how you write the DC characters. You also have a great write style. Definitely top 1 favorite blog for Nightwing fanfiction.

The reader grew up taking dance classes like ballet and ballroom, So his fighting style is similar to Nightwing's. And when Nightwing meets the reader he is just absolutely smitten, especially since the reader and Dick can train/ spar the same way together.

You can put smut into this request and won't complain in slightest.

Maybe the smut can start with Dick and Reader helping eachother with stretches.

Or the Reader is doing hand stand push ups, and Dick just wants to make it harder for the reader. So Dick just balances on the reader's feet, to add extra weight to the workout. But the reader has other plans and decides to just roll, which causes Dick is fall, Reader catching him in his lap.

If you do end up writing this, can you send me a link? Tumblr is really fucky and likes to choose on its own what to give notifications on.

Dick Grayson x male reader

Headcanons

No smut in this one but I hope you still enjoy :)

-          Your hero name was Danseur, yes not the most creative but you started doing hero work super young and it was the first thing that came to mind and it stuck. You worked together with your guardian at the time, who had a similar deal to Batman going on.

-          At some point your guardian joined the justice league and you joined the group for the proteges, where you met Robin for the first time. At first the two of you butted heads a little, but so did everyone on the team as none of you were used to working with so many people.

-          But as time passed you all grew closer and became a pretty solid team. In the beginning your fighting style had been similar to your mentor, but as you grew and did more dancing it became more extravagant and flowy, using the many dance moves you knew from all your training.

-          Robin became Nightwing as you grew up, and you two stayed close. You didn’t know, but when you met for the first time Dick had been completely smitten with you, it was why he tried so hard to make himself appear better in the beginning.

-          It was still something your teammates and friends teased him for, because it always made Dick embarrassed. He tried to deny that was why, but they all knew it was the truth.

 -          You both grew closer than most of the team, its what happens when you spar together more than everyone else and have similar fighting styles, or when your mentors work together as much as Batman and your mentor does.

-          Dick and You can regularly be found sparring in the designated sparring areas in the league tower, the both of you twirling and spinning almost too much. At some point Beast boy called it peacocking, that you two were showing off like a pair of male peacocks showing of their tail feathers and everyone else just started calling it that as well.

-          Dick was just as smitten with you now as he was when you first met, if not more, but he was too embarrassed to ask you out on a date or similar. You had been growing feelings for the other hero as well, but you too didn’t know how to tell him.

-          It became a bet between your friends who would confess first, and Raven had even bet you both would confess on accident or kiss on accident which would lead to your relationship becoming official.

 -          Raven ended up being right as during one of your many sparring matches, you had started doing handstand pushups between rounds, and Dick, wanting to make it harder for you came up behind you and tried to add pressure.

-          You ended up wrapping your legs around his chest, spinning and flipping your position, which ended up with you both on the floor with Dick in your lap. You had done your calculations wrong though, so he ended up closer than you had planned and your lips knocked together.

-          You both froze, your lips still locked together as you stared at one another, both of you going bright red. From across the room you heard someone call “fucking finally”, which immediately made you both disconnect the kiss and start stuttering and apologizing.

-          Feeling embarrassed you both got to your feet and kept apologizing, not even able to meet each other’s eyes. It was Raven who finally said that “now that you two have kissed, can we get past all the horribly hidden feelings, and can you finally get together? It’s getting painful”. Both you and Dick are quiet as Raven drags your teammates out the room to give you both some privacy.

 -          You’re both quiet until one of you ask if Raven was right about the other having feelings, and the other shyly agrees that yes there’s feeling.

-          Dick softly admits that he’s been kinda smitten with you from the start, which makes you blush even more as you confess you’ve had feelings for him for a long time too. You both stand there in flustered silence until Dick reaches over and takes your hand, quietly muttering “Fuck it” as he pulls you in and kisses you.

-          This kiss is much better than the accidental one from before, your arms quickly winding around each other as the kiss gets a desperate edge as you can finally show each other the feelings you have for one another.

-          The kissing gets steamy after a while, as you shove Dick up against the wall and push your tongue between his lips and you both run your hands all over each other, tiny noises leaving the both of you.

-          That’s when you hear a disgusted noises from the entrance to the sparring area, and flipping around quickly you see Beast boy at the door, looking at you both with a mildly disturbed expression. “Look, I’m happy for you guys, but can you do that somewhere else? Some of us have sensitive noses” he says with an almost disappointed sigh.

-          Both you and Dick immediately fluster more and apologize to your teammate, quickly leaving the room holding hands. Behind you your green teammate rolls his eyes but snicker a little, seeing the slight stumble Dick was walking with as his legs still felt a little jelly-like.

-          You end up asking Dick on a date as you walk down the hallways, fingers intertwined in a sure handhold, to which Dick quickly jumps up and agrees with a big smile on his still flustered face.

-          You chuckle and lean in to kiss his cheek, to which he just beams even more at as he leans in to kiss you again.

[effy-writes]

Addict: (Blitz x Reader)

11: The Circus: The Addiction

cw: angst? lots of drugs

~~~

You stood behind your parents while biting your nails as they were talking to another Imp, Cash Buckzo.

“She can't be shy." Cash pointed out, "Clowns ain't suppose to be shy."

"Let her join, please?" Your mother begged.

"Give me 3 good reasons."

"Well she-"

Cash interrupted your mom, "They need to give me 3 good reasons."

You stopped chewing on your nails and got out from hiding behind your parents. "I'm flexible, have good balance, and have good strength." You gave a toothy grin.

Cash thought about it, "You willin’ to perform today? As an audition? If you amaze me I can keep ya."

Your eyes lit up. "Yes! I won't let you down."

"Better not, how old are ya anyway?"

"10."

"That's my kids age. Let me call 'em over so they can show you around. BLITZO! BARBIE!"

You waited patiently as Cash's kids came running up.

"This is...fuck is your name again?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, this is Barbie, this is Blitzo. Where's Fizzarolli?"

"You didn't call for him." Blitzo commented.

"Oh..right. Anyway, this might be your new clownmate, depends if she does good today. Show her around." Cash put his hand on your back and pushed you to the twins.

You overheard Cash talking to your parents about money as you were walking with the twins.

They showed you around, introducing you to some other clowns, and showed you the dressing room.

"I like your costume." Barbie complimented.

"Thank you." You sat down in a chair.

"So, what can you do?" Blitzo sat down on the floor.

"Um, I can balance pretty well, and I think I'm strong. I can do a push-up handstand." You grinned. "Oh! And i'm super flexible!"

"No way! Let me see!" Blitzo chimed.

You stood up and took a deep breath in and out. Once you felt like you were ready you put your hands on the ground and swung your legs up to do a handstand. You stayed there for some seconds to balance yourself, then started doing pushups.

"Show off." Barbie teased.

You ended your small routine by turning the handstand into a split by swinging your legs underneath, practically doing a 180.

"Does that hurt?" Blitzo raised an eyebrow.

"Not anymore. Since I was very little I wanted to be a clown but my parents were against the idea. Then they heard about your dad's circus business thingy and pushed me to be a better clown. I didn't mind it though."

You got out of the split and criss crossed your legs, sitting directly in front of Blitzo.

"I can't wait to see your routine! Ooo and then we can have routines together!" He cheered.

"That'll be amazing." You turned your head to Barbie. "What can you do?"

"About the same thing. But Fizz is better than the both of us."

"When can I meet him?"

"I can get him!" Blitzo ran off, leaving you and Barbie together.

"I hope we can be clowns forever in the future." Barbie smiled.

"Me too! It'll be so fun."

Blitzo grabbed Fizzarolli's hand and ran back to the dressing room, "Fizz this is Y/n! Y/n this is Fizz!"

You stood up and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you!"

"You too!"

~~

You waited in the wings, nervously tapping your foot because it's the first performance.

"You got this! I believe in you." Blitzo whispered.

"Thank you." You whispered back.

You waited until it was your cue to go on stage. Once ready, you walked out to the middle of the "stage" and threw your hands in the air like a gymnast.

There was a trampoline next to you, and on the other side was a tall metal pole with a very tiny platform on the top of it.

You jumped on the trampoline, making cute poses before finally landing on top of the platform with your hands.

Your legs did a split in the air before putting them together, and then gently took your other hand away. The crowd cheered seeing a 10 year old hold herself up with one hand. Blitzo’s eyes lit up.

You pushed your body weight up with your hands and landed on the tiny platform on your feet. The crowd cheered for you as you bowed and slid down the metal pole.

You ran inside the wings and saw Blitzo with a huge smile on his face. "That was AMAZING!"

"Do you think your dad will let me join?"

"He better."

"Good job, Y/n!" Fizzarolli hugged you.

At the end of the show, Cash pulled you aside and told you that you're officially part of the circus. You began to thank him, trying to act professional but on the inside you were screaming.

Your parents called you over, "Did you see my performance! Mr. Buckzo likes me!"

"Yeah, yeah look sweetie," Your mom started, "You need to keep it up and do better. The better you are, the more he's going to pay us, got it?"

You agreed, but didn't mind getting better. You always believed that there's room for improvement.

During your time at the circus, you would do routines with Barbie, which just consisted of dancing with silks. Very few routines with Fizz, but the audience goes wild whenever the two of you swing on trapeze's.

But you would always prefer to do routines with Blitzo. Your favorite one was when you both are on tight ropes.

You would do some tricks and flips on it, and at the end Blitzo would come swinging in and catch you by the hands.

Two years later the routines became harder. Fizz would outshine all of them, but you and Barbie didn't care, Blitzo however became jealous.

And so did your parents.

"Y/n!" Your mom called. You were out in the wings, shaking your head no, mentally telling that her that you can't come because your act is coming up soon.

However, your mom kept calling you over. You sighed and ran over to where she was. "Yeah?"

"Take these." Your mom handed you a bottle of pills.

Curiously, you looked at the label, "Adderal?"

"It'll help you perform. Outshine Fizzarolli." Your dad commented.

"But I don't need these." You handed them the bottle.

"Come on, please? Do it for us. We need the money you know." Your mom begged.

You didn't have enough time to debate. You opened the bottle and poured 3 pills onto your hand and quickly popped them in your mouth.

You dried swollowed and gagged a bit, making it in enough time to where it was your turn.

Fizzarolli just ended his act, the crowd cheering his name. He bowed and gave a thumbs up to you whenever he made it back to the wings.

You felt your heart race before the euphoria. You had so much energy that you wanted to add more to the routine.

You ran out there and tumbled, doing cartwheels, back handsprings, and back flips. The crowd cheered, making your smile grew bigger. You loved this attention.

You climbed up the metal pole, thinking about the routine you were supposed to do when you were 10, but adding in a backbend onto the tiny platform.

But you wanted to do something that you didn't practice yet, a backflip.

You took a deep breath in and out, preparing yourself. You jumped up and did a back flip before landing perfectly onto the less than-shoulder-width platform.

The crowd cheered for your name way louder than Fizzarolli's. You looked for your parents approval and they were astounded.

After the show Blitzo and Fizzarolli ran into the dressing room.

"Holy shit!" Fizz yelled, "That was amazing! I'm jealous." He faked frown.

"I just feel SO energized! It's crazy! Oh my god I love you guys!" You pulled them into a bear hug.

"Woah calm down Y/n." Blitzo pulled away.

"Sorry! I feel so euphoric! Where's Barbie?"

"Hanging out with her friends," Fizzarolli replied. "No but seriously how did you do that?"

"My parents gave me some Adderal or some shit to help me not get tired." You didn't want to tell them the complete truth about how your parents wants you to do better, better than anyone. Better than Fizz.

"Isn't that cheating?" Fizz questioned.

"No, it's just stronger coffee." You smiled.

"Mr. Buckzo wants me to rehearse singing while doing tight rope. Sounds stupid but I don't want to make him mad, see ya guys later!" Fizzarolli ran out.

You started to lose your energy. You sat down in the chair, Blitzo pulling up another chair to sit across from you.

"You did amazing." He smiled.

"You did too!" Your voice started to get quieter.

"Eh you're just saying that. You look tired."

You yawned, "Because I am. I guess it's leaving my system."

"Can I have some?"

"It's my parents. I don't think they'll let you."

"You can sneak it to me." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh, "True."

From ages 12-13 you would take Adderal, but your performance got sloppier again. Your body acclimated to the stimulant. You didn't care too much about it. Every once in a while though you'll crave more adderal to help you perform.

Before another performance your parents pulled you aside, "Got you something," Your dad pulled out a baggy full of white powder.

"Is that coke? You can't bring that in here!" You lowered the baggy.

"You're getting sloppier Y/n, the last performances we can see that you're losing your skill. Snort a finger nail size of this for us tomorrow, please?" Your mom begged.

"We need the money, we're doing this for you."

You looked down at your feet and took the baggy, stuffing it in your bra. "I'm gonna go hang out with my friends." You mumbled, walking inside the tent that Blitzo and Fizzarolli was at.

"You okay?" Fizz asked.

You gave them a prompted smile before sitting down crisscross on the floor.

"You stuffing your bra now?" Blitzo laughed, pointed at the bag that's in your shirt.

You placed a hand over your chest, "No." You snapped.

Fizzarolie glared at Blitzo.

"It was a joke." He put his hands up in defense. "But there is something in your shirt."

"Like you don't think I know that?" You blurted, looking down at the ground and shook your head slowly. "Sorry it's just.." You stopped yourself , you didnt want to tell them in fear of your parents. You're afraid that if they tell, then your parents will get mad at you, and on top of that get kicked out of the circus for cheating. "...I was wanting bigger boobs." You bullshitted.

Blitzo let out a laughter, "Sorry, that's funny as fuck."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "A lot of people do that, didn't expect you to."

"I think you look good." Fizzorolie smiled.

"Thanks, Fizz." You stood up. "I'm gonna go practice."

You ran off to your own dressing room and hid the baggy underneath the underwear. You're debating whether or not to actually do it tomorrow. You do like the feeling of stimulants. It makes you focus, energized, strong, but on the other end it is sort of cheating in a way.

The very next day was the first time you tried coke. The high was way better than adderal, by 10x. You wanted this feeling forever.

You waited in the wings on the platform. Before you had to go on, you tied yourself up in this rope, and the moment the song started playing you did the routine.

The rope swung beautifully as you untied yourself, holding onto the rope with one hand with it swinging in circles while you were "walking" on air.

The rope skinned your hands, but you didn't fall because of the strength that coke gave you, (really it's just a fuck ton of adrenaline.)

The rope was like your strip pole, doing pole dancing tricks on a single, carpeted rope. Once you were done you bowed, waved, and then ran off into the wings.

Your hands were red and bleeding from the carpet burn, but you were so pumped up it didn't matter.

"Holy shit Y/n! How can I top that?" Blitzo pulled you into a hug. When he pulled away he caught a look of your hands. "Fuck, you went hard on that routine. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah Im fine! I feel great as shit!" You threw your head back.

"How can I top that?" Fizz laughed. "No but seriously, good job! I gotta go on now."

"Break a leg! Love you!" You shouted.

Fizz made a heart with his hands before running off. You turned to Blitzo with a huge smile, "What's your routine?" You were practically shaking with adrenaline.

"Uh, I didn't get one. Are you feeling alright? Your hands are bloody and you're weirdly hyper...like it's kinda worrisome."

"Oh I'm fineee, seriously it's all good." You put your hands on your hips.

"Uh huh, right." Blitzo stared into your bug eyes, pupils taking up your irises. "Y/n...are you high?"

You giggled, "Only a little. My parents—" You caught yourself , ".... don't know about...so don't say anything."

Blitzo smirked, "Can I have some?"

You shook your head, "No, I don't want to waste them. I need them to perform for energy." You're just being greedy, you wanted this feeling forever. You feel like you can accomplish anything.

"Boo, you whore. Anyway go clean your hands."

You looked down at your hands and cringed, not realizing it was this bad.

30 minutes later you got hit with a wave of fatiguedness. You stumbled and fell onto the floor of the dressing room. Trying to get up but was too tired to do anything.

You curled up into a fetal position and rested your eyes before getting awoken by Blitzo.

"Pstt, Y/n." He nudged you with his foot.

"Hm?"

"Get up, my dad wants to talk to you."

"Mm no. Tired."

"You're making this difficult." He said under his breath and dragged you by the legs to his dad. He got stares from his circus-mates.

"Here Dad, Y/n isn't feeling too good." He lied for you. He knew you were going through withdrawals but didn't really care that much. He knows you're safe, careful, not reckless, so he figured he doesn't have to worry about anything.

"What's wrong with her?" He scoffed.

Blitzo shrugged, "That routine did a number on her." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I can see." Cash looked at your bandaged up hands. "Wake up!" He nudged you with his cane.

"I'm awake." You whined.

"You got a gig for the lust ring."

"She’s 14." Blitzo remarked.

"Chill, it's not a stripper joint, it's a dance joint. Anyway, I get a lot of money so you're doing it."

"Mm, okay." You mumbled.

"Your parents already knows, but they left already so eh, whatever. Okay Blitzo, you can drag her out now."

Blitzo sighed and dragged you again to the dressing room. He found a fluffy jacket and placed it on top of you.

~~

Months later you would snort coke every night on top of performances. Then it was multiple times a day, multiple times a night, multiple times for the performances.

You would tell yourself that you need it to be a better performer, but in reality you're addicted to the feeling.

You're a functioning addict, hardly anybody knows about your addiction other than Blitzo, Fizzarolli, and Barbie.

Barbie keeps telling you that it's bad, and that she can tell coke is changing you physically.

"Yeah but I'm skinnier." You rebuttal.

Barbie soon got tired of you and your obsession with stimulants.

Fizzarolli was starting to worry about your safety, but Blitzo kept telling him that you're fine and safe, "She’s not hurting herself."

"Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeed! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!"

You, Blitzo, and Fizzarolie, went to the greed ring to see Mammon's show. The three cheered along with the crowd.

You just did a line of coke in the bathroom before the show started, so far Blitzo and Fizzarolli hasn't noticed.

"Heya, implings! How're you little cunts doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your...shit lives!" Mammon spins his guitar. "Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool shit for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?"

"I do! I do!" The three imps cheered.

"Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant! You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!"

"Pick me!" You climbed on top of Blitzo's shoulders.

"Christ on a stick Y/n, damn." He positioned himself so he won't drop you.

"Hol' your horses!" Mammon pointed at you.

"I like horses!" Blitzo yelled.

"I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi-" He caught himself, "- u-um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy... uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny." Mammon blurted.

"Ugh, fuck him Im done." You tried to get off of Blitzo but fell.

"Holy shit, you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm fine." You said as you couldn't stop laughing.

Blitzo and Fizzarolli did a pronounced a sigh and helped you up since you were too busy laughing.

"Lay off the coke for a fucking minute, please!" Fizz scowled at you.

"Calm down, she’s not hurting anyone." Blitzo came in defense.

"Herself." Fizz spat, “You’re just in denial,” He said, turning his attention back on Mammon.

“I’m not!…in denial.” He mumbled.

"Anyway, CLOWNS!"

~~~

"Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns." Blitzo laughed.

"I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?"

"Eh, he sounds like a dick." You yawned.

"You were screaming for his name." Blitzo acknowledge.

"Probably because she was on coke." Fizzarolli mumbled.

"Oh come on! I was having funnn." You whined.

"Just stop getting cracked out everyday, okay? I know you use them for your performances to make you perform better, in which by the way I'm not happy about that." He narrowed his eyes.

You were wanting to tell them about your parents, but felt afraid to. "I'll stop, I promise." You gave him a reassuring smile.

"But back to the topic, I really want to work for him!"

"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."

Blitzo doesn't think I'm a star? Should I try something stronger? No that's stupid, I'm already on thin ice.

You were slowly going into withdrawals. You wanted to pass out so bad. The two boys were talking to each other and didn't notice how slow you were walking.

"Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard? - I think..."

" I think if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything...it'll be you, Fizz." He pulled Fizz into a side hug.

You felt an intense jealousy. What about me?

"Where's Y/n?" Fizz looked to the side and then turned around. "Hurry up!" He yelled out.

You groaned and slowly ran to catch up. "Sorry..just really tired."

"Yeah I bet." Fizzarolli rolled his eyes.

~~~

When you turned 17 you ended up taking Meth. It did help with the performances, hell you were great. Meth gave you the same applauses that Fizzarolli received.

He wanted to be happy for you, but you were cheating. Fizz considered you as a sibling, and he didn't want to hurt your feelings. He tried for the longest time to not talk to you about it but eventually 2 years later confronted you.

After your performance (which it will be your last) you rushed to the dressing room and did some stretching to help you be more flexible.

"Y/n? Can we talk?" Fizz wrapped his tail around his legs.

"Come in!"

"We need to talk." He pulled you up from the floor and made you sit in a chair. Your leg bouncing because you can't sit still. "You need to seriously lay off the stimulants. Which one are you on now? Because this does not sound like coke."

"It's meth." You laughed.

"Dude! Seriously? What the fuck!"

"Shh don't say anything to anybody." You stood up.

"I think I do. This is getting out of hand."

"You're just saying that because you're jealous." You placed your pointer finger on his chest.

"No, you're cheating. Look Y/n, I know you can do this sober. I remember your performances when you were 10! You were great!" He tried to give you a hopeful smile.

You let out a shaky breath. "No, I need them. I'm not good without them."

Fizz frowned. "Just try, please? I'm also concerned about your safety."

"No, I just think you're pissed because i'm "cheating"." You scoffed.

"But i'm more worried!"

You shook your head and shoved him out the way. Fizz called for you, but you didn't want to talk to him.

You made your way outside of the tents and sat on a bench, placing your head on your hands and repeatedly shook your head.

"Get it together, Y/n. Fizz doesn't know what he's talking about." You're addicted. "I'm not addicted, I need it to perform better." You mumbled to yourself. "You like the feeling of stimulants, you don't care about the circus, you're only using that excuse because you don't want to admit you're addicted...Oh shut the fuck up. I'm fine...But your-

"Are you talking to yourself?" Blitzo startled you.

"Christ on a stick you scared me. And no."

Blitzo cocked an eyebrow, "I heard your conversation to yourself." He sat down. "I know you're addicted to stimulants, don't try to hide that."

"Did Fizz talk to you." You narrowed your eyes.

"No. Just...try to stop? I don't really know what to say." He shrugged.

"My whole life since I've been here I have been constantly judged for needing a little help." Your voice sounded agitated.

"Yeah but eventually you started taking them every day. All i'm telling you is to cut it down for a bit, alright?"

"I don't need you to tell me what to do." You stood up. "Already get that enough from my parents." You mumbled, but Blitzo didn't catch that.

Blitzo sighed and stood up from the bench as well. "I'm gonna go back inside, you coming?"

"No, I just need time to think."

"Fair enough. See ya." He walked inside the circus tent.

~~~

"Y/n where the hell did you go?" Blitzo called you. As of right now you're at your dealers house.

"I quit the circus."

"No shit. You decided to leave days before Fizz's birthday?"

"I needed to get away from the circus, I'm sorry."

"Can you tell me where you're at?" His voice softened.

You scanned the house you were at. Your dealer was shooting up H8, people was passed out high or drunk, an orgy was going on upstairs, and the house was full of smoke, food, and trash.

"I'm safe." You hung up.

~~~

5 miss calls from Blitzo 🐴

20 texts from Blitzo 🐴

15 miss calls from Blitzo 🐴

"Thank you for watching 666 News, a freak fire accident happened at the local Imps circus. Total of 14 died, 30 severely injured, and 50 mild injuries. Star circus performer, Fizzarolli, lost all four limbs in the fire."

The news showed some clips from the fire, you saw Blitzo running out of the circus holding his left side of his face.

"Blitzo?..."

"Here are the pictures of the victims who had sadly passed away. Let's give a moment of silence."

You stared at the TV, recognizing some of the people, but the last picture your jaw dropped, Tilla Wire.

"Next up on the news: is piss kinks really that bad?"

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Your hands were shaking as you were trying to light the pipe, but got aggravated and threw it. Your screams and sobs could be heard from the entire house. Some of the imps you were living with glared at you for making so much noise.

Your phone rang again and saw it was Blitzo. You didn't want to answer him. For some reason you can't bring yourself to answer his calls or to even call to check on him. You feel like a shitty friend for ignoring him, but it's for the best. You don't want to keep hurting him, so you have to end this friendship.

It kills you, but so is this addiction.