#he'll do anything for Fizz <3 )

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 they were both a bawling mess, as much as Blitzø refused to admit it-- it was plain as day. He couldn't keep up the tough guy act, not when he had finally received the closure he's been yearning.

They had a series of unfavorable accidental encounters, which were finally laid to rest with this one more unpremeditated moment. He didn't meant to bring up the letter, he didn't want to recall their traumatizing turmoils. Needless to say, he was grateful to relive them again-- not alone, but with someone close to him who had suffered a great deal too.

The assassin raised a hand to careful adjust his former partner's cap. Assuring it kept covering the traces of their past-- their broken horns he so desperately wished he could mend.

❝ I missed y' too... I fuckin' missed y' so much!!! ❞ he instantly tugged them close again, wrapping his arms to squeeze && lift them off the ground a few inches. Sweeping them off their heels to spin themselves briefly. Burying his head onto their shoulders during their everlasting twirls before placing them back down. Returning his gaze with theirs.

❝ I didn't like seein' ya get used for profit, I hated that I couldn't do a damn thing 'cuz... no matter how hard I tried I couldn't reach y'. Everythin' kept gettin' in the way... it pissed me off so much-- that I couldn't control my anger. I took it out on ya... I said things I regretted too. I did have my own life but-- it wasn't the same without y'. Nothing ever was. I missed when we carjacked together, or the times y' helped me steal my dad's booze. I couldn't forget all of our mischiefs moments, not in a million years. Y'... made me who I am too. I... would like nothin' more than to... atone together. Yeah, we can take it a step atta time. ❞ he cooed, beaming a sheepish smile of his own. Deliberately removing their robotic hand from his facials to plant a small kiss on top of it. With his other hand, he then tipped Fizz's chin for a closer eye connection.

❝ my lazy jokes... failed solo acts... dyin' alone. Y'know, fucked up shit. Although... they didn't came close to the real thing. yer mouth is prettier to look at up-close. well, then again... yer replica did catch a bullet between their teeth. ❞ he'd tease with a soft chuckle. Loosing his tail's bind over theirs to allow the jester to break free if they wanted to. Respecting their boundaries.

At this point Fizz was scared that he had broken Blitzø up even more, flaring up his ptsd for things. That was never his intention. And this is why he really should start thinking twice, hell even thrice if possible. Fizz kept his friend close hoping he would snap out of it. There wasn't much he could say without starting repeat himself at this point. He was scared that Blitzø had gone in bad place of his mind... something that was a thing for even Fizz after waking up in a hospital, not being able to move around, being force fed with lies about Blitzø. The depression was real back then. . . He just wished the other imp would just come back to him.

After a short moment of silence Fizz began tearing up as he thought this horrid moment might have hurt Blitzø even more deep, him suddenly speaking up made the jester blink in confusion. The rush of relief washed over Fizz after hearing Blitzø's voice. A small smile formed on his face as well. Their entwined tails did calm Fizz down a lot, he even could feel their heartbeat. It felt so nice.

Quietly listening Blitzø talk without interrupting him. The smile he had on his face was soon replaced with confused and sad frown. Hallucination? And Robo said what? On what rights was Robo Fizzarolli ever spit that shit at Blitzø's face!? He could feel a strong feeling of anger on the inside. Even when living apart for 15 years where Fizz was angry at Blitzø, he could never bring himself to hate him. Sure there was a moment he forgot he ever loved Blitzø, but it was just buried under all the negative emotions.

Fizz still had his arms wrapped around Blitzø as they backed up a little, now facing the messy face of his friend. It hurt to see him like this. They were both mess at this point. But the small, sad, smile found it's way on Fizz's face as he have few slow nods.

"O-of course I forgive you! I've missed you so much during this 15 years. You always made my day if not because you were the funniest person I ever knew but just being there with me.. sharing all the time we spend together.. not only on stage. Suddenly you not being there. . . it was the worse thing ever. Fuck the fiery explosion, it didn't even hurt as much as us not being a thing no more" Fizz managed to speak up even if it still felt like there was a lump in his throat as he felt like wanting to cry some more. "And don't force yourself with the... love thing. To me it's more important that we are back in good terms. . . a-and like you said 15 years was a long time.... a lot have been happening between the time." he didn't expect Blitzø ever love him back the way Fizz loved him when they were younger. And to be fair it would get even more complicated since Fizz was currently in a relationship with the Sin of Lust. But nonetheless he still felt a lot for Blitzø, even love which he couldn't admit back then or now.. especially not now.

Slowly stretching out his limbs he gently wiped off the tears from the corner of Blitzø's eyes minding not to poke him in the eye or anything. "Wh-what was that about hallucination? And Robo? How do you know him? I mean only if you don't mind telling me. . . " he paused for a moment, reaching to brush his thumb gently against Blitzø's cheek.

"All I can say that's one huge bs what he said, and I'm sorry he ever opened his mouth."

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Helluva Boss x Insomniac! Reader. Headcanons

With: Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Stolas and Loona

Asmodeus

Asmodeus runs a nightclub type establishment. (Or atleast i think thats what Ozzies is). So he's used to being up late.

He does take note of you, always seeming to be awake, no matter the time.

Doesn't really do much, because as long as nothing really seems to be wrong he won't want to bother you about it.

Is kinda sad he doesn't get to sleep with you as much tho (In the cuddly kind not the sexual kind).

One day decides to ask you about it, mainly from curiosity.

When you tell him that you're an insomniac he kinda gets surprised.

But after thinking about it he does kinda think he should have realized earlier.

Will try to stay up with you on the nights where he doesn't have to do much the next day (Which is rarely).

Fizzarolli

Fizz has alot of energy some times, and on thoose days he does have difficulty sleeping.

Usually just rubs one out or has some ''fun time'' with you, or just alone.

He does however notice that on the same nights he can't sleep, neither can you.

When you do tell him that you're an insomniac (if he didn't already put 2 and 2 together). He'll likely ask something along the lines of, ''So whats keepin' ya up babes?''

Will cuddle with you if you'd prefer to do that in order to try and fall asleep.

Might suggest some medication for falling asleep. Or try and get drunk as hell with you.

Sometimes will wrap his arms around you if he feels like you've been getting too little sleep.

Loona

She has a habit of falling asleep at I.M.P when having nothing else to do, or sometimes when she just feels like it.

Is probably the quickest to notice your lack of sleeping.

She will likely ask you about it because its keeping her up at night.

When you tell her about you either really struggeling with getting sleep or just not being able to sleep at all, she gets uhhhh, a bit confused.

Like how can you NOT fall asleep at that boring office, or in a comfortable bed?

Will rarely pick you up so she can lay with you while she sleeps, and hopefully have you fall asleep as well.

She once tried to play some music and stuff to try and see if that helped.

She to awoke to some shitty song and her phone reccomending more of said shitty songs.

Just kinda accepts that you don't fall asleep nowadays.

Not like its gonna prevent her from sleeping either.

Stolas

Stolas has a giant comfy bed, so why he finds you awake at 3 am in the kitchen just doing whatever, is something thats on his mind.

Will ask you about it being concerned that you might be having nightmares or something keeping you awake.

If you do tell him about your insomnia, he will be a bit relieved that you aren't awakening from nightmares.

Allthough he might be wondering if something is keeping you up unless you clarify that to him.

Will try to use spells to see if that helps you, if you want to try it out.

if not then cuddles will do.

He LOVES cuddles.

If you cant sleep then can you atleast cuddle untill he falls asleep? He would like it if you did.

Stolas will try anything and everything to help you sleep, if you wanna go to sleep that is.

If not then he'll be content once he realizes that you'll always be there, if he has a nightmare or just wants a lil kiss.

(Sorry for if you guys wanted a different character but im not trying to spend eternity writing for every character i can think of rn. Also sorry if they arent too accurate, i will accept any criticism and try to improve).

Requests are open. So ask if you want

[sweet-as-an-angel]

I know you must be busy and have a lot of work to do, so dont feel pressured to respond !! 😊

Anyways, i have Dominic💓 brainrot 😫‼️‼️💔💔, and was wondering what hed think of a reader that has been raised in a lower/working-class household all of their life ?

Here we have a person that's not has had even a *taste* of luxury, their clothes being second-hand, thrifting becoming their past-time, and, havung had parents living paycheck-to-paycheck, would feel guilty for ever asking tjem for anything, and had starting working for Dominic because they were desperate to pay them back for all the sacrifices they msde for them in their childhood :((

And here we have Dominic, a successful, wealthy business man, secretly raising their wages, and the whole time reader feels sheepish and at times even *embarrassed*, overwhelmed by so much money ??

Especially whrn he slides in a thick envelope with a generous stack of cash into their back pocket with a charming wink, or buys them sometjing that they had mentioned wanting in a passing conversation as they had been sadly stating how they coupd never afford it, and Dominic saying that its absolutely—

—"Not a problem in the slightest, mon chéri. Why wouldn't I want to reward my favourite babysitter for their hard work?"— **oozing** charisma and smiling his dazzling, award-winning smile, and insisting that—

—"You shouldn't be fussing over trifles such as money. Hard work pays off, and you have been working very hard indeed." ... @@"" ",

Anon, you've hit the nail on the head with this one 🤭. Thank you so much for writing in and enjoying my Dominic content, it means the world to me <3 !

TW: Dominic, Manipulative Mentions of Weight Loss, Implied Smut, Dominic Being a Creep

♡ But yes, absolutely, Dominic would use his financial position as a means of dominance over you. Subtly, of course, so that you don't know he's being...unabashed his efforts to woo you. But prevalent enough that you still feel indebted - grateful - to him for all that he's done.

♡ The longer you know each other, the more personal - intimate - the gifts he gets you become. Speaking on that, he makes a habit to inadvertently reward behaviours he desires in you, such as cutting off friends, dumping your boyfriend, spending more time around him, etc.

♡ At first, the gifts are general - vague - and inconspicuous; they belie the true extent to which Dominic has memorised your tastes. Something like a low-price jumper he knows is your general style, something to keep you warm in winter. He'll give you a smile. "Can't have our favourite babysitter freezing up now, can we."

♡ Then, it'll be a pair of boots to go with the jumper - "So you won't have any difficulty getting to and from our house."

♡ It doesn't matter that you live right next door to each other. Dominic doesn't want you taking any chances.

♡ He'll use his assertiveness to trick you into believing you've "Gotten a little thinner these days. Are you eating properly?"

♡ He'll feign concern as he comes close to you, lifting your arms, apologising and faking a vague bashfulness as he apologises for overstepping. "French hospitality, I suppose," he says, averting his eyes for no longer than a second.

♡ And of course, you believe him. Of course, you don't see a problem with his behaviour, especially when he seems so concerned for your wellbeing.

♡ He won't let that lie, by the way. He'll keep telling you how you seem to keep dropping a size every time you see him. Eventually, he'll insist on taking you out to dinner.

♡ When you inevitably try to refuse his kindness, he'll whip out old reliable. "It was supposed to be Marilyn and I's dinner date, but she's..." he glances down the hall. Gives his brow a light yet chiselled furrow. He wonders if you can hear the fizz of the sedative in Marilyn's drink as he can, the sound fresh in his ears.

♡ "Sick, unfortunately."

♡ So now, obviously, Dominic is faced with a dilemma. But you have the solution.

♡ He asks you to accompany him — “I’ll pay for you, of course,” — to take Marilyn’s place.

♡ You resist at first. Tell him that you couldn’t possibly do that. But Dominic is the father of manipulation, and he’s nursed many a lie, watched the become their own adulterous identities, and knows exactly how to get you to go.

♡ “Please, you deserve a break. And besides, I don’t want to be seen eating all the lobster on my lonesome.”

♡ You succumb to his efforts. He tells you to get ready for your dinner date. You tell him you have nothing worthy of wearing.

♡ He knows this.

♡ He smiles. Brings you to a room that is filled to the brim in outfits he says that “Marilyn and I rarely use. Something here will be your size, I'm sure.”

♡ He’s made sure there is. He’s bought half a dozen suits and dresses in just your size — and a little over or under depending on how tightly he wants to see the fabric squeeze you — for this exact occasion. Of which he expects there to be multiple.

♡ He resists the temptation of watching you undress. Of seeing you so bare in his house.

♡ He settles for whatever little flashes of skin your outfit affords. All of which were bought with the sole intention of giving Dominic enough to work with for his midnight musings.

♡ This is not the last time Dominic will treat you to dinner, the last time he watches your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see the amount the bill comes down to — a luxury Dominic lets you see to really instill that sense of indebtedness.

♡ And each time, he tries to get you further and further over the threshold of his house. His room.

♡ When you get undressed and back into your ordinary clothes, Dominic tells you he’ll keep the outfit and wash it.

♡ You don’t know it’s yours yet.

♡ He doesn’t wash it. He all but bathed in the scent of you, mouthing the places your warmest, most intimate sorts would have been pressed against. He imagines you there, vividly.

♡ He wonders how much you’d be willing to bend to the will of his wealth. How much he can make you do until you’re entrenched in his affections, toffee-sweet and with all its viscosity.

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[thatstonedwriter]

Never Again

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Content; polyam fizz/Ozzie/reader, mentions of severe injury, blood, romantic relationships, gender neutral, no pronouns

• No specific scene or episode is mentioned, only the aftermath and care reader would receive •

A/N- angst. Sweet, sweet angst. Thank you for the prompt! I made these into drabbles instead of headcanons so I could properly address these topics. I hope that's alright. Please let me know if you have any critiques on how to handle these themes. <3

Feat; Fizzarolli x Ozzie, Stolas, Blitz

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everything stops- there's no air. What did you do? Why aren't you moving? You're like this because you were making sure they didn't get hurt. Its their fault, they know they have to do.. Something, but..

Fizzarolli doesn't know what to do, and has frozen in place. Asmodeus is the first to act, immediately picking you and Fizz up and carrying you to the nearest hospital, where you're treated for various injuries. Deep cuts that required stitches, broken bones, and blood. So much that it was difficult to tell whose it was. With how slow the Hospitals in Sloth are, Fizz and Ozzie quickly get frustrated and demand updates. They don't leave the hospital. They barely leave the room to get food. Instead, they settle on whatever is in the vending machine across the hall. Constant fussing and "Never do that again," "You're like this because of us," and similar guilt ridden confessions bombard you. The second you're cleared to leave, the three of you practically teleport back home, where you're not allowed to do anything. Fizz stays with you all the time, watching movies, snuggling in bed, and helping you stay clean and hydrated. Meanwhile, Ozzie cooks and cleans, and if there's any reason he has to leave, he assigns several security guards to ensure neither you, nor Fizz, have to go through something like that ever again.

The words he wants to scream are stuck in his throat until, finally, Stolas manages to yell for help, scrambling to hold and examine you, despite his condition. He's mumbling "why'd you do this," and gently running his hands along your face until help arrives. He's following you as closely as they'd allow him. Your injuries, he's told, need a lot of attention, even some surgery. And once again, the distressing news paired with no urgency made him want to scream. Once you're stable, he's there with your favorite foods, pillows, and bouquets of those lil carnivorous plants. He apologizes profusely, insisting its all his fault and he should've never allowed it to happen. After a lot of reassurance, he finally seceded. Once he brings you home, you have several members of Stolas' staff tending to your every need. If you're in a stable enough condition, Stolas clings to you, only letting go (begrudgingly) if you have to use the bathroom, do physical therapy, etc. You'll watch the Hella-Novelas he's obsessed with, he'll read to you, and helps you take your meds or change bandages. Seeing your injuries, the gravity of it hits him.. how close he was to losing you forever.

Blitz goes numb. This was too familiar. Someone was hurt because of him. His- you.. Were hurt because of him. He's by your side. He didn't remember moving, but he's here and scanning your injuries. He rips his coat, using it to wrap your wounds. He's trying to clean off the blood, but there's no way he can do this alone. he can't save you- not himself. He grabs his phone to call for help- "SATAN'S ASSCRACK, GET HERE FASTER! FUCK!!" from there, It's all a blur. He doesn't remember moving or speaking. Only seeing you be rushed into surgery. Sitting in the waiting room. Sitting by your side. The only thing keeping him sane was the steady beep of the heart monitor. You're still here. He's sure once you're awake, you'll kick him out, say you never want to see him again. He didn't realize he was crying until he hears your voice. It just makes him cry harder. He wanted to run. He didn't want to face another failed relationship. Luckily, he stayed long enough to actually listen to you, and while he still feels guilty, he's so grateful that you don't hate him. And right now, he can breathe easier knowing he can still be in your life. Your recovery process is an excuse (as if he needs one) for him to "drop by" and keep you company. This turns to sleep overs, and watching movies late night, and laughing together until you can't breathe. He'll never take this for granted again.

[lafayette-paw-arts]

Poly Vees headcanons because I'm upset it's not canon

Vox keeps lists of everything the other two like. Doesn't matter if he just noticed that's the brand they like to buy or they outright told him they like that specific thing it goes on the list. Every now and then he'll get them something off that list.

They've both tried to do the same for him but without the handy little list they usually end up stressing to figure out what to get him and often their end choice is humorous. He always appreciates the attempt tho.

They each have their own personal floors in the tower but the penthouse is their shared space where they spend most of their time when not working.

They all cuddle up together to sleep and use Valentino's wings as blankets (because that shit looks soft)

Valentino and Velvette can cook breakfast foods, but literally anything else they would burn, so Vox cooks any lunches or dinners they have at the tower.

If Vox isn't home for dinner and Valentino and Velvette have to fend for themselves no cooking happens. Velvette will drag Valentino out to some trendy restaurant or another. Valentino will just have some takeout delivered.

Velvette can't cook but she does love to bake if purely for getting to post pictures of the results online, and of course her favourite is red velvet~

Valentino has a slight acts of service love language, and he loves to do Velvettes hair for her. So every morning Velvette is sitting in a barbers chair they have in the tower letting Valentino do her hair style for the day as they gossip and share drama.

Vox's main love language is gifts so he'll take any excuse to get something for them, even if its just something small like having a Starbucks drink Velvette likes delivered to her while she's working.

Velvette's main love language is spending time with her boys, even if its just them all sitting in the same room doing their own things she enjoys being near them.

Vox likes when they tell him he's good enough for them, he's insecure and likes hearing when they think he's doing good.

Valentino has had many violent outbursts near their robo fizz "kitty" but he's never once thrown anything in it's direction or been violent towards it because kitty was a gift from Vox (with the customization being Velvette's doing)

Let me know if anyone wants any more headcanons, I'm obsessed with these 3

[gaygoetia]

Helluva Boss S2 E7 theories

Just finished re-watching the whole of Helluva Boss and now idk what to do with myself so here's my prediction of how the next episode will go down:

Given where we left off, combined with the visuals in the music video for Look This Way and the fact that the next episode is apparently called "Full Moon" I'm fairly confident that it will include Stolas giving Blitzo the crystal he got from Asmodeus.

Regardless of how Blitzo reacts (not well I'm guessing) this will end the transactional nature of their relationship, leaving Blitzo with two choices: continue having sex with Stolas without an ulterior motive to hide behind or walk away.

Unfortunately I suspect we'll get the latter.

In S2 E5 we finally got a proper insight into Blitzo's feelings on Stolas and their relationship: Blitzo refuses to believe that Stolas is interested in him for anything more than sex, insisting their relationship is "a novelty to him" and thinks Stolas only pretends to care about him.

Meanwhile, in S2 E6 Stolas admitted openly that he has feelings for Blitzo but it's clear from both Look My Way (assuming that song is canon) and his earlier song from S2 E2 that he thinks (or at least suspects) that Blitzo is only sleeping with him to retain access to the Grimoire.

So from Stolas' perspective, gifting Blitzo the crystal will put the ball in Blitzo's court, giving him what he's wanted from the start (access to the human world) without having to do or give anything return.

Unfortunately, given Blitzo's self-esteem issues, he'll undoubtedly see this as a rejection and assume Stolas has simply gotten bored of him. In fact, knowing him, he'll probably overcompensate by making a whole song and dance (maybe literally) of how much he hated their arrangement and is so glad he doesn't have to have sex with Stolas any more.

The big question is, what happens after that? I have 3 main theories:

1. Blitzo will sulk for a while until someone (probably Fizz or Asmodeus but possibly Moxxie, Millie, Loona or even Via) will give him a talking to and make him realise that Stolas does actually want to be with him.

2. Episode 7 will end with them "broken up" and heartbroken but the following episodes will force them to interact, most likely with Blitzo being bitchy and resentful until it all bubbles to the surface and he reveals that he feels Stolas used him then tossed him aside.

3. Stolas will get in trouble for lending his grimoire to Blitzo and events will unfold from there in a way that culminates in them realising each other's true feelings. (I know this one is pretty vague but I think it's still distinct enough from the previous 2 scenarios to be a separate point)

Based on what we know of the characters and where their heads are at at this point in the show, I really don't see any scenario in which Blitzo views the gifted crystal as the selfless gesture it is, nor do I see him taking it as an opportunity to start a new non-transactional relationship with Stolas (at least not without a push from another character)

Stolas and Blitzo are both gonna feel rejected by the other and it's gonna be angsty as hell.

[classificationhell]

well, now I have the doubt of what Fizzmodeus, Lucifer and Mourningstar would be like with a pregnant reader with cravings of all kinds hehe

Alright so this might be a good time to state that if a Little gets pregnant they still regress and things like usual so they have to be watched very closely because they won't really be thinking about what's safe for them, but for Sinner Reader the good yhing is it would take something like an angelic steel weapon to the stomach to harm that baby.

One thing about Mourningstar is that he was already predisposed to spoiling his babygirl beforehand. Now you're pregnant? Darling no sooner said than done. Do you want anything? Everything? Something sweet, salty, savory? Do you want just a bite of this and a bite of that? You just like the smell of this one dish but want to eat another? Honey, he has the power of creation in his hands, and he will use it for just for you. It's 3 in the morning and your craving a fondue cheese covered s'more, say no more babygirl.

Lucifer is going to try and work with your cravings, but he wants you to make good choices too and not just junk food. While junk food won't necessarily harm the baby it's not very good for them either. Still, he'll give in more often than not.

Now with Fizzarolli and Asmodeus you're an imp so what you eat does affect the baby more. However, you learn if you ask Fizz first most of the time you can get whatever you want. It's not that Asmodeus isn't allowing you any sweets, no my boy and Fizz came up with a meal plan that included three square meals and two small desserts along with fruits and snacks throughout the day. They're also focused on making sure you're hydrated. When's the last time you drank? Can you take just a little sip for them? Fizzarolli learns to use his puppy eyes on you to get you to eat more vegetables or drink more water.

[ch1-kasak0]

Oh hey look I'm done🔥🔥

Anyway uhm I don't have a lot uhhhhhh it's 4am nearly for me so I should probably sleep but I can't be assed what do I do🤕🙏

Whoo dee doo♪♬

✭Bendy

•his horns are bendable, even when he isn't actively liquifying, but not as much. For example when he’s normal you'll be able to at the very least bend the tips, but not much beyond that, same with the spiky things on the side of his face

•hay fever. (Fuck summer)

•gets colds easily (fuck winter)

•double jointed knees, freaky🔥

•secretly reads magazines, specifically like fashion and entertainment ones, he's embarrassed by it for some reason

•would probably be a Lana Del Rey listener, only like 3 songs though, maybe he'd like rock lobster, his sense of music is all over the place but loves swing the most

•thrives at dusk, loves sunsets, especially in remote/forested areas, GRGRGRGRGR!!!!!

•is slowly overtime starting to forget what the lake looks like, along with silly vision as a whole, he'll never forget the dancing lady though<3 (is that what it's called? HELP)

✭mugman

•doesn't really like sweets, I mean he likes them, just not as much as the maniac he calls a brother, prefers pies and pastries

•during cups 3 days when he first got the demon blood and died(?) mugs didn't sleep much if at all, he had to be sedated to get any sort of sleep because he was so worried

•Insomnia, exploding head syndrome, sleep paralysis, he's just as horrible at sleep as cup is.. 🤕 he also sleep walks..

•Would text like an elderly person or :), ><,(ʘᴗʘ✿), ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙. No in between

•allergic to red meat, little man got attacked by a tick when he was younger (I don't remember which one it was)

•was obsessed with Quadratus when he first met the thing, tried to swim in it but soon learned that was a bad idea (it was COLD❄❄)

✭Sheba

•Chappell Roan and lady Gaga, maybe a little bit of Evangelion or Kendrick Lamar, depends 🙏🔥

•prefers sweet popcorn over salty or sweet n salty, absolute psycho

•does NOT know how to cook, milkshakes she's amazing at, actually cooking is a bit of a struggle, it's edible but not the best🤕

•actually likes licorice fizz wizz

•had appendicitis at some point in her life

✭Marcus

•his favourite anime would be devilman crybaby and devilman ova, prove me otherwise

•when he first got his wings and the little face wings he ripped one of them off, literally out of his head, that shit was BLOODY, he thought it was funny. And he actually keeps it in a jar

•he occasionally fills that jar with watered down shampoo, then opens it and flicks some of it at king dice and pretends it's (.), dice loses his shit everytime, Marcus finds it fucking hilarious but also gets told off by the devil, it's worth it (I would too tbh)

•likes analog horror a lot, his favourite would probably be the painter(if that's right) and the Mandela catalogue

•has a really nice apartment, but like it's modern, VERY modern, you'd see it in 2024 and think it's from the same era

•prefers winter over any season, but prefers Halloween over any holiday

•also likes licorice fizz wizz, he likes all the flavours<333

•bi, maybe pan

•is WAY too sharp on corners, he'd wait until the last second to turn it's terrifying because he's always going over the speed limit, especially if the roads empty🤕 sometimes definitely been thrown out of a window before

✭Oswald

•his hair is about shoulder length (not fur, hair, there's a difference) and he isn't very good at taking care of it, just kinda put it up one day and doesn't take it down until his next shower

•during the time when Ortensias death was recent he would wear her Nightgowns to bed if he could fit in them, still does that sometimes

✭Finley (happy late birthday my little fennec<33)

•took WAY too long to learn how to tie laces, his parents tried to teach him, but it just never clicked for him until he was about a teen

•also has to deal with hay fever 🤕

•also hates winter because his ears get cold

•used to absolutely cherish anything anyone got him, even if it was cheap shit, he'd love it anyway

✭Charles Harris (“Lucky”)

•Prefers champagne over any other alcohol, maybe some gin and lemonade as well, yum

✭Other

•brownies aren't really popular for Grannys house, but Red and Cuphead like them a lot so really they're the only ones eating them other than granny herself

•Marcus and Metatron have met at least once. Even if only briefly.

[1kroolkroc]

Jevil hcs that I have

Source: I am the source /j /ref

Jevil hates bland food; he thinks it's very boring and that it reeks of order with every bite!

The way he eats his pizza is that he folds it like a taco after it's been baked, then eats the whole thing

He won't listen to you if the incentive you give him is "It's morally correct," "It shows that you care," "It builds character," or anything similar! He will if it's "I'll let you drink some melted plastic," "It'll be so funny," "You'll piss off both Tasque Manager and Rouxls Kaard," or anything along those lines

His favorite pass-time is calling Spamton at 3 AM and posing hypotheticals for him (ex: "What would you do if you woke up one day, and your hands were turned into starburst taffy? You have to go to work, today's the big day, and you need that promotion, but you have starburst taffy hands, and you're unable to stop swearing every couple of words too! Oh, and you have penguin legs along with that! What would you do, Spamton?")

His powers go into maximum overdrive if he is corrected, commanded, or told what he can't do or say (Ex: Someone says "You can't just add a comma in between every word and punctuation mark," he'll respond with "Is, that, so, lightner, ?, Well, then, feast, your, eyes, and, ears, !")

He hates when his own clothes match, but King forced him to wear mittens with matching colors and shoes with matching colors! However, in return, he allowed Jevil to make the shoes a completely different color from the mittens

His favorite music genres are speedcore, fast ragtime, jazz, circus/carnival music (yes that's an actual genre), hardcore techno, polka, and classical music that's off-beat, off-tune, fast, and intense all at the same time

He can be dribbled like a basketball, flattened, eaten alive, crushed by a falling piano, shredded like cheese, minced, baked into a pie, cooked into soup, thrown into an acid pool, kicked like a ball, thrown at someone else, and stay unharmed without any lasting mental effects

His favorite person to mess with is Spamton! They met at his 21st birthday party, and Jevil was hired by a party planner, as entertainment for the party guests. However, Spamton is terrified of clowns and jesters, so it all went downhill from there.

Jevil has never been seen out of his jester attire, but if he were to start wearing other clothes, he'd wear completely mixed patterns with tons of bright neon colors; Neon hawaiian shirts, glow-in-the-dark socks with contrasting patterns and neon LED light-up sandals, and blacklight shirts with arcade carpet patterns

Staying still and being quiet are both absolute torture for him! With every second that's silent and still, he can feel that chaotic itch getting stronger, almost as though he was suppressing his entire being. With that in mind, he is horrified of libraries, offices, fine-dining establishments, and waiting rooms, and will never be caught dead near one of those

If he had a house, he'd have his speakers on playing his favorite songs, the tv playing, and his computer on all at the same time, so that he doesn't have to settle in complete silence

He drinks soda purely for the fizz and the way it feels when he drinks it; depending on how he's feeling, he usually either drinks it through a glow-in-the-dark swirly straw, or chugs the whole thing in one gulp

[ducknotinarow]

Blitz - Family Meme; all that apply uwu

| Talking about family

"You want me to go on about my Loony? Oh sure I love my daughter, Course there is also my baby sister I can chat about here also no problem. Uh? Wait...all of them? Fuck my life. WHY!"

Send 👔 for my muse to talk about their father

"Oh yeah my Dad was a real great Dad, wouldn't dare consider ever giving up his gold ticket Fizz but me? Me he'll sell for whatever you got in your pocket. Though I'm pretty surprised he took the sale at all? So I guess I have some kind of value? Think he just hand me off."

Blitz's Dad aint gonna be getting a 'world's greatest Dad' mugs from Blitz anytime soon. Cash Buckzo is clearly not any sort of loving parents towards Blitz not above manipulating them as a small child using his Mother against him just to get what they wanted from Blitz. It's pretty telling that even as a small child Blitz wouldn't do just anything for his Dad but can be swayed by the mere mention of his mother. Blitz clearly has no real hang ups when it comes to father he seems happy to drop them and forget them especially since Cash was clearly the reason he never got to speak to Fizz again and he's not phased at all to see him being a reason for that. Blitz dose clearly wish to be a much better father himself. And maybe be why despite Loona's age he treats her how he dose.

I feel it's also a part of what makes him like Stolas a lot, he can tell Stolas is a caring father. When they got trapped in the van together and Stolas was worrying about Via? Yeah course that's important to him.

Send 👚 for my muse to talk about their mother

"....Mom? Well I mean I loved her a lot. She was the best, she wasn't in the best of health but she always just..just made things better." Blitz clearly has a real sore spot when it comes to his mother. She was already his weakness as a kid he would do anything if he felt it would help his mom. She seemed the type in indulge her kids in their talents like Blitz love to draw despite being bad at it he still dose it even being aware he is in fact bad at it but it makes him happy and if anything makes him think of her. Though the fire wasn't truly his fault just a freak accident it was the worse day of his life. His family fell apart because like he stated in the very first episode, losing a mother ruins a family. And Blitz blames everything on himself, he's the reason he lost his mother after all and he is the reason he no longer has his sister in his life either. Still can't say the loss of his dad means that much to him but thats a pain he's dealt with forever.

His mother clearly holds a special place in his heart seeing how he keeps the skull oddment she once wore around her own neck. Not to mention the sight of his mother in a photo can send his emptions over the edge. And him feeling he caused him to lose his mother really just seeped into any other possible relationship he might find himself in.

Send 🤜 for my muse to talk about (one of) their sibling(s)

"....I mean I got Blair still..at least."

Blair being @questionablemuses oc XD Who I just love so course I gotta mention her ;3; well get to her in a bit.

Blitz has a twin sister Barbie who he was once close to even having a twin act along with his sister when he got a bit older. Likely happening once Fizz gained more popularirty seeing how the pair of them used to be a duo. Blitz and Barbie instead became an act together and clearly Babrie also was a very talent act carrying her brother in their shows. Which as young kids likely didn't bug her at first but I feel over time? did start to impact her feeling held back by her brother when she could be more on par with Fizz if not for Blitz. But thats her brother after all. Untill the fire which took away any chance she had from her, took her own mother away as well. I feel barbie stayed in touched with her father and likely let him help her try and book some gigs for a time. But that would lead her down a bad path of addiction. Blitz dosen't blame Barb for hating his guts if anything eh feels she is right to hate him. But he still tries his best he really dose. Trying to visit her when she was in rehab no matter how often he was kicked out or screamed at by her. In fact? I feel Blitz is the reason she ended up in rehab just adding more to the conflict between them. Blitz trying to be there for the last bit of family he has left. But seen as ruining things for Barb because of the jobs she had that allowed her the drugs she was getting hooked on.

Blair is the last bit of family he has that dosen't hate him or is gone. Blitz often wondering how long ti will take till Blair wises up finally. Well trying his best to hopfully not give her a reason to wisen up so to speak. Blitz however can be a bit overbearing with being protective of Blair. When it comes to who she dates and works not really mattering who it is Blitz is not a fan of anyone sucking on his sisters neck u-u Sorry Blair he cares he just Blitz one day he'll clam down when hes like old XD

Send 👶 for my muse to talk about (one of) their child(ren)

"I love my daughter, look at all these cute photos I have of her! My Loonie is so perfect like always~ Others just haven't seen how great she is!" Blitz I feel adopted Loona over any other hellhound, because he saw himself in Loona. Loona dose share a lot of traits with Blitz and both coming from these troubling backgrounds being rejected and abandoned? It's like that phase be the adult that child you needed in their life. Blitz however even with Loona still has the hadbit of keeping distance his overbearing and grossly over affection he knows she hates is a good way to keep a bit distance between them. Well still keeping the relationship there, course he fears her leaving as well and likey why he isn't too knee on her dating because she might leave and never come back.

He dose try to parent here but he clearly has no idea what he is doing, not to mention not treating her at the right age she is in. Some part likely has todo with how Hellhounds work he just dosen't treat her as a work hand of sorts. Which maybe be why Loona dose have some softness towards Blitz she just also good at keeping people away and at a distance. Blitz kind of allowing the over aggressive version she goes about it dosen't help but dose create a sort of understanding between them. She wouldn't worry about him if she didn't bother to learn about him she kind of gets the closest look at the mess he is living with him after all.

[muertawrites]

Omg yes please give us perv!eddie he’s not Jonathan ffs

yo are you KIDDING ME jonathan is such a FUCKING CREEP taking pictures of the girl he has a crush on having sex thru her bedroom window like please sir go to PRISON that is where you BELONG

i'm gonna get self indulgent again. honestly just expect it from me.

18+ minors go play roblox

perv!eddie is such a babe. he is so gross. has so many intrusive thoughts. not a decent thing happens inside that pretty little head of his. he babey <3

the thing that makes his perversion so weirdly charming is that he just feels so guilty about it. like it's okay to have fantasies. sex is fun for sane, consenting adults.

but this poor man feels so bad because he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to fuck.

he has an insane collection of porn. he's got magazines, erotic novels, dirty videos, each one more depraved than the last. he researches sex positions for fun. he writes erotic poems (most of them are about you). he has an extensive list of songs he wants to get down and dirty to, many of the entries scribbled out and reordered. he's put a lot of thought into it.

and his toys? he has so many. cock rings. ball spreaders. fleshlights. vibrators. stimulating lube. lube in different flavors. you name it, he probably has it. this man loves to make himself cum.

big pillow humper. he'll grip and bite his pillow and fuck it hard, talking to it like it's the one girl he wants to be with most (you know who. steve lmao.)

he's definitely tried to suck his own dick before. not successfully, but he had to make an attempt. for science.

but he doesn't want to just blindly fuck anyone. no, he's too insecure for that. and how much fun can you really have with a stranger? he wants to fuck someone he knows and trusts, who'll care enough to get him off and who he wants to see get off, too.

you. he wants to fuck you.

you live rent free in his head. not only are you the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but you're smart, and you're funny, and god he wants to hear what kinds of sweet little noises you'd make with his mouth pressed to your clit.

and that makes it very hard to be such close friends with you.

every little thing you do makes him want you. when you wear a low cut shirt, he can't stop himself from peeking at the dip of your cleavage. when you bend over, all he can think about is how amazing your ass would look and feel pushed up against his dick. when you wear shorts or a skirt, he just wants to slip his hand between your thighs. and don't even mention watching you eat - anything you put in your mouth conjures images of your lips wrapped around his cock.

touches of any kind drive him crazy. when he hugs you, he can feel your breasts, the curve of your waist, how good they feel. he's squeezed your love handles a little bit before, saving the memory of the sensation so he can imagine gripping them as he pounds you into his mattress. he "accidentally" brushes his arms and hands against your chest any chance he gets. he tenses up whenever you put your hand on his shoulder, or grab his arm, his entire body fizzing with electricity because you're touching him. that one time you kissed him on the cheek? best day of his goddamn life.

oh, and the one time you guys went to the beach with a group of friends? and he caught a little glimpse of your pubic hair under the line of your swimsuit? and your naked side brushed up against his naked side? he came so hard thinking about it later that night that it was like a religious experience.

he's a bathroom masturbator. when you hang out together, he disappears at least once to go rub one out, his cock straining painfully against his jeans because all he can think about is what you probably look like naked. how your nipple would feel between his teeth. how your pussy would feel around his fingers.

and listen. you and eddie are tighter than one of his cock rings (you know about his cock rings for heck's sake. gareth and jeff don't even know about them, and you've seen those men do tradesies of different issues of playboy with each other). you know he's depraved and totally disgusting but. you can't help but find it.

so cute?

like he gets all blushy when something turns him on, and he can't make eye contact with you, and he goes into Ultra Chivalry mode to try and make up for it. he really is just the sweetest guy in the world, if also the most painfully horny guy in the world.

but he's also your best friend. you bonded over pulling each other's strings and being generally annoying and irksome to each other.

so do you take it easy on him?

lmao no. teasing him is too easy and way too much fun. you're not mean about it, though.

once when you were in his room you caught a glimpse of one of his porno mags, how the woman on the cover wore a velvet choker and nothing else, how the page was pretty crinkled with... use.

the next time you hung out you wore a velvet choker, and styled your hair a little bit like hers. when you got in the front seat of his van he just stared at you for a moment, eyes bugging out of his head, cock straining against his zipper. when you bit your lip and giggled at him he thought he was gonna cream right then and there.

you also love dropping hints about your kinks to him and calling him little nicknames that'll get him going. "hot stuff" is a winner, as is "big boy". you risked calling him "daddy" once and you thought he was gonna combust. one time he was helping you fix the collar of your blouse and he pulled the ties at the neck a little to tight; he apologized immediately and profusely, but you just shrugged and said "it's cool, i like being choked"

the fantasies he had about you that night.

because gareth and jeff still see you as just one of the guys, you're often invited to their kickbacks in one of their basements. of course eddie is there, and of course there's beer, always. you have a few too many at one of these hangs and, when the conversation between the three virgins switches to condoms, you chime in.

"i just think it wouldn't feel good," jeff says

"gonorrhea doesn't feel good either, man," gareth giggles (he's stoned off his ass on the good weed eddie brought over)

"yeah, and condoms can be really sexy," eddie adds. he's about to quote something from his literature when you speak up.

"they can," you agree. "i know how to put a condom on with my mouth."

the room goes dead fucking silent, all of them staring at you like you just admitted to hosting orgies with the local recreational softball league every weekend.

"what?" you laugh. "it's not hard."

"yeah but now eddie is"

that was when he decided he needed to man up and ask you out. you gave him a demonstration of your little trick not long after. he refuses to put a condom on himself now that he's seen you do it.

as a boyfriend eddie's still a little perv. he's just got all his perv energy focused on you, and he doesn't have to hide it anymore.

he's very handsy. he's respectful of your comfort level with pda, because at the end of the day he loves you and wants you to be comfortable, but that doesn't mean he always keeps his hands to himself - he just puts them where no one can see them.

you're at the movies? he's got his arm around your shoulders and his hand down your shirt, cupping your breast. grabbing a bite with friends? his hand is between your legs, squeezing your upper thigh at a dangerous height. in an empty aisle at the local bookstore? he's pulling you in so he can suck on your neck, hands planted firmly on your ass cheeks.

when you kiss him goodbye on nights you're not spending together, he usually goes back to his van and immediately jerks himself off to the thought of you. when you do spend nights together, he likes to undress you as soon as you're through the door, sometimes even before. if you're wearing a skirt, that's a challenge for eddie - he's trying to sneakily get your panties off under it the entire way back to whoever's place you've decided on.

speaking of panties.

he's a little thief. and he's not even discreet about it.

you stay over at his place? your panties will most certainly go missing at some point, only to reappear a week or two later. he comes over to yours? he's opening up your drawers, looting through undergarments, pointing out his favorite bras and pocketing his favorite undies.

"why are you so gross?" you ask him once, teasing.

"gross?" he gasps. "i miss you so much when you're gone that i've gotta have a little piece of you with me, and you call me gross?"

he's not even lying when he says that. having a piece of you is just part of it for him. he loves you, even if it is in kind of a weird way.

one of his favorite dates is going to sex shops with you. he loves picking things out for you - lingerie, restraints, gags, toys, he wants to try it all with you. his favorite thing he's ever bought you is an o ring gag (paired with some numbing throat spray). his favorite thing you've ever bought him is a vibrating cock ring with an attached clit stimulator. that gets used a lot.

he's also made it kind of a hobby of yours to read erotica to each other. you'll alternate picking books - he reads the ones you pick, and you read the ones he picks. you actually tend to get side tracked talking about plot points and character arcs. but eddie is pretty proud of himself for being able to finger you and read aloud without losing his place or missing a beat.

now let's talk photos.

if we're sticking to canon, he uses your polaroid camera more than you do. he loves taking nudes of you, with you, and has multiple shots of what you look like from his point of view during sex pinned up on his wall (and in his wallet, and in his van, and in his work locker, and...). he also likes to slip naughty photos of himself to you, slotting them in beside your bookmarks and under the windshield wipers on your car.

if we're going for a more modern twist, oh my god this guy loves making you his personal cam girl (and being yours). the lockscreen on his phone is a post-sex picture of you, all fucked out and beautiful curled up next to him. he sends you teasing pictures throughout the day, broken up by a few cumshots and masturbation videos. he loses all sense of reason when you do the same to him, even going to the extent of faking an illness so he could get out of work and meet up to fuck in the parking lot of your own workplace. not a fan of cyber sex, though. he likes being able to touch you.

and on that note, he habitually fucks you in public. you've lost count of how many bathroom stalls you've left used condoms in.

he showers with you often, but strangely enough, you've never had shower sex. he likes the intimacy of it, holding you close and kissing your shoulders and just feeling like you're the only two people on earth. if you're showering, he'll slip in with you without a word and just hug you, especially if he's had a rough day.

when it all comes down to it, eddie loves you. he may be depraved and hornier than any other man you've met, but he would never do anything that makes you uncomfortable or crosses a line.

he's lucky you're a dirty little freak like him.

[mentos-or-mentoes]

hiii <3 i was wondering if i could request a fizzarolli x reader where he like has a nightmare and goes to her for comfort? you can add whatever you want :D

Whatever or whoever? Fuck it I'm adding Ozzie seperatly cuz I aint never seen theese two in seperate fics and idk why

Fizzarolli & Ozzie x Reader | Comforting them after a nightmare (Seperate)

I'm sorry if you wanted a full on oneshot, but I don't know how to write oneshots, I tried doing it once and I am not doing it again. Hope theese oneshot-ish headcannons are good enough

Fizzarolli

Fizz had woken up in a cold sweat, having just dreamt about you being taken, without him being able to do anything.

You luckily noticed that something was wrong, so you were there to comfort him, asking him what was wrong while hugging him. (I headcannon the two of you sleep beside eachother)

He explained what he had dreamt, while being coiled around you like a giant teddy bear.

You just sat and listened.

He practically melts into your arms if you just sit there and tell him that everythings going to be okay, and that you're going nowhere.

A cup of hot chocolate, and a movie that isn't horror and he'll be cuddled up beside you, and asleep in no time.

Incredibly clingy the next couple of days.

He's more then willing to play it up as the nightmare making him extra afraid, but in reality he just wants to cuddle you all day long.

Ozzie

Ozzie woke up practically in tears, having just dreamt that you got killed in front him.

You could immidietly tell that something was wrong, considering that most nights you weren't practically being crushed by a hydrolic press with how tightly Ozzie was hugging you.

He'd explain everything from his nightmare, still basically a sobbing mess.

Just reassure him that, nobodys going anywhere with you.

If you offer to go get something from the fridge or something he's going with you, regardless of what you try and do (he's just a bit anxious after the nightmare, m'kay?)

Just put on a show or something and cuddle with him until lyou guys fall asleep

Next day you two are cuddling the entire day.

And yes, that includes if Ozzie can't make room for a few days off in his scheduel.

goes on a date night with you as soon as he has free time.

[angelprinz]

tw descriptions of abuse and manipulation

childe hates how you do this to him, he just wants you to be a good girl for him but there you are again whoring yourself out to kaeya just cause he gives you a bit of attention. he doesn’t like being mean to you but you must learn your place. wether it’s him gripping your arm till it bruises and rips you out of the party or the way he speeds on the road back home clearly more drunk than needed to cause concern. you can’t tell which is scarier of the two. but one thing that brings fear to you the most is the silence.

speeding past stop lights and barley missing some cars you try to whisper to him that he might get hurt. the worst you’d expect is for him to yell at you but your heart sinks when he doesn’t answer you or even say anything. once the car stops you would be frozen but the thought of childe taking you out of the car makes going inside seems so much better. you decide to walk in before childe did and jump in your skin when he slams the door. he walks past you and goes to the kitchen before opening the fridge. hopefully he just gets drunk and passes out.

you hear him open the bottle and even can hear the fizz as he gulps down half of it. dread fills your stomach again once he comes back into the living room and entrance. you try to smile and tell him that your going to bed before the bottle whips past you and smashes right next to the wall. your eyes widen as you finally lose all the feeling in your legs and completely fall to the ground. he laughs as you break down crying, ‘it only took that much huh?’ you somehow find yourself in your usual position on every friday night, curled up on the floor with a wet face while childe chuckles darkly at you situation.

childe hates how hard his dick gets seeing you so disgustingly sad on the floor barely even two steps inside. but childe also loves lying, he strides towards you before picking you up into your arms. you wipe your tears with his jacket that was around you as he whispers how much you mean to him. he shushes your hushed cries as he explains how he hates to be so mean to you and you won’t learn if you don’t get taught anything. by the time he wakes up next morning you’re already smiling again making him breakfast. such a cute grin it makes him want to hurt you again <3.

-degen anon

i wuv him so much <3 this is exactly why i married him heart eyes. he'd never hurt me no, but he'll break me mentally till i'm a broken mess for him n only him!!! who else would take care of such a worthless thing?? only your husband, childe would <333

i love him i love him i love him, i just don't want him to get hurt :( but who am i to make decisions for him? if he wants to drive us off a cliff, 'm going!!! is his hangover okay? you better have prepared a painkiller n yummy pancakes for him! just adore him, who cares abt that homewrecker kaeya, it's only cause i wanted childe's attention grrr

husband childe supremacy!!!!!!!!!! gonna write out all the thoughts he makes me have <3333

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Zoo Trip! 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; going to the zoo with their s/o

◉ feat; fizz, Loona, Blitz, Millie

◉ A/n- apologies for the wait- these ones are a bit shorter, but I tried to make them just as good <3

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The Zoo; a place of adventure, expensive novelty cups and weird smells. If you're looking to learn, take aesthetic photos, and see amazing animals, a zoo date is perfect for you and your partner(s)

Fizzarolli is obsessed with all the cute, weird animals he can find. I think he'd be especially fond of Lemurs. Idk, something about the their big bug-eyes makes Fizz giggle every time. Fizzarolli is not allowed to be in charge of the map, no matter how many times he asks- y'all will get lost- I repeat, do not let him have the map. Luckily, he's more than happy to let someone else take charge while he takes a bunch of aesthetic photos. Unlike aquariums, the lighting is better, so you know Fizz is doing the most when it comes to photo ops. Don't think you're exempt from that. He wants a new home screen.

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Loona isn't particularly interested in learning fun facts or spending money on novelty items. She is however interested in seeing your face light up as you run around the different enclosures. While I don't think Loona would be interested in much, I do think she'd love Tasmanian Devils. If there's any animal she wants to get a picture with, its those lil guys. Loona would probably refuse to eat the food at a zoo. she won't judge you if you want to get anything, though. The most she'll do is share a sweet treat like ice cream or a fruit smoothie it- definitely not bc she wants to live out the "sharing a drink with two straws" trope At the end of the day, she attempts to sneakily buy a few pictures of the two of you so she can frame them on her wall.

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Blitzø is, once again, disappointed by the lack of horses. The Zebras are the closest he gets, so naturally, they're his favorite. Refuses to buy novelty junk- unless he sees it makes you really happy- but in that case he'll probably try to steal it (so be prepared to book it if he gets caught). While Blitzø isn't one for romance, you should try taking him to the koi ponds. At first, he'll be antsy and just wanna keep going- but make him sit down, shut up, and appreciate the moment, and he'll soften up. Absolutely drags you into those photo booth areas and spends way too much on literally every picture (the only thing he pays for)

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Millie has a soft spot for the reptiles and medium/larger-sized felines, especially Komodo Dragons and Servals. I also think she'd fucking adore going into the topiaries and butterfly rooms with her partner(s). A place where you can sit surrounded by plants and have butterflies land in your hair? She's so in love. Please, I'm begging you, take photos with her in the butterfly rooms. It's such an aesthetic. Know what else is an aesthetic? Getting food and sitting in those open plazas where you can people watch and have a good view of the animals. No matter what you're up to, Millie just has a fucking blast.

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[applejacks1552]

Day 7 - Theme: AU for Rogue and Gambit week 2020

(Also Day 3 - Domesticity)

Entire story can be found here:

#Rogue/Gambitweek2020 #Rogue/Remyweek2020 #Romy #Rambit #AU #Gambit #Rogue

Children of X

CHAPTER 8

The sun was seated on the horizon with morning properly underway, as the twins strategically circled Gambit out on the dusty savannah. 

Becca, crouching slightly, cocked her head at Ollie moving her eyes just so, then lifted her chin to the right, communicating her intentions silently. Ollie scrunched his nose at her suggestion, shook his head no, and nodded upward to convey another meaning. Meanwhile, Remy stood stalk still between them grinning and at the ready, a blindfold tied snugly over his eyes.

Rogue and Storm sat off several yards away, resting casually on a sizable cluster of rocks located nearby the disguised entrance to the underground lair. They looked on with mild interest as the kids' “homework” commenced. The assignment for them was simple enough - steal the blindfold. Meanwhile, Remy's job was merely to evade their attempts without leaving the circle he had outlined in the dirt.

The twins rushed him together, Becca attempting a flying grab for his head, while Ollie tried to sweep his legs. Remy dodged them both, smoothly rolling to the left as the kids nearly collided in their enthusiasm.

He laughed, “Good try. But you’ll have to do better than dat.”

As they regrouped for another attempt, Rogue was engrossed with the Wakanden tablet Storm had lent her. She inserted the drive she had smuggled back from her mission and began pouring over a schematic, delighted to find she could pull it out into a 3-dimensional model with the advanced tech.

"Your next target?" Ororo inquired looking over with curiosity.

Rogue nodded, studying the model intensely with a furrowed brow, "Yeah."

Storm inspected the diagram, "Where is this exactly?" 

"Just South of Chenjianping ..." Rogue answered. "Looks like a run o’ the mill factory, but it goes a lot deeper down. See?" She gestured.

Storm nodded her agreement. "How many bases will this have been now?"

Rogue was thoughtful, recounting their targets, "We hit the one in Nebraska first. Wasn't much there anymore really. Still abandoned since it was originally blown up. Same goes for the one in the Kerguelen Islands an' the theatre in Seattle, … then there was Paris … Anchorage … All the connections were already closed, though."

“All this searching … when will you know it is enough?” Storm asked in her straightforward, placid manner.

Rogue scowled slightly, “When he’s gone. And for good this time.”

“Still X-Men. Even after all this time. Forever fighting the hopeless cause.” Storm observed with bemusement, looking back to the training session.

Rogue frowned. “Ah don’t like it any better than you do, ‘Ro. But there isn’t a lot of choice in the matter."

“That was not meant as a criticism, Rogue. Just that … I’m sorry it has come to all this. As X-Men, sacrificing all that we have … I had always hoped it meant we could find some peace in our time and that our children might do the same. That they’d be the ones to live in the dream.” Storm reflected wistfully. “They’re getting quite good though.” she nodded, as Becca finally managed to glance a thwarted grab off Gambit’s shoulder while he was avoiding another kick from Ollie.

“Dat’s my girl.” Remy encouraged. “C’mon now, Ollie. Get in here. Not gonna let your old man win now, are ya?"

Rogue smiled, glancing over. “It’s kind of amazing watchin’ them grow. Seein’ what they can do. Ah see myself in them sometimes, 'Ro.” She sighed. “But yeah ... then I wonder … are we doing right by them? Was it wrong of us, bringing kids into all this? The X-Men? The Thieves Guild? Spendin’ their whole life in hiding because of who and what we are?”

“As I recall,” Storm smirked, “It was not exactly as though you and Remy planned this out. Fate made the decision for you.”

Rogue laughed, “Well … fate or not … can’t say Ah wasn’t a willing participant.”

Storm echoed her laugh with a heartier one.

They turned their attention back to the skirmish, where the kids were still losing.

Rogue whistled to them and when they looked her way, she made a twirling signal with her finger. They nodded understanding and paused a moment. She bent down to scoop something up.

"Hey! No help from de peanut gallery!" Remy objected in her general direction.

Rogue skipped a stone past his left foot with a sly smirk and when his head turned toward the movement and sound, the kids pounced on him, barely missing this time.

Rogue and Storm shared another good laugh.

"Jus' tryin' ta even out the playin' field, sugah." Rogue hooted at him in a sweet molasses taunt.

Remy recovered from his sharp roll away, shook his head and smiled his devious smile, muttering to himself, “Dis woman”.

"Seven years is it now? And with the very man some said could never settle down.” Storm observed. “Yet here you both are. And in all this time you’ve been almost entirely on the run too. Hasn't that been difficult?”

Rogue watched as the sparring continued, “Can’t say it’s always been easy or anywhere near perfect. We're apart so often ... too often, really. An' the times when we are together, sometimes it's just about gettin’ through it all an' surviving. And sure, once in a while Ah kinda have the urge to knock him unconscious for maybe an hour or two.” She smirked, “But …” she looked back over as Remy dodged another of the kids’ attempts with a fancy flip and devil-may-care laugh. “Yeah, Ah don’t know what Ah’d do without him.”

“I imagine Remy would echo those sentiments. Even now, the man is still showing off for you.” Storm pointed out.

“Pfffhh, he’s showing off for whoever happens to be watching him.” Rogue noted wryly.

The kids had finally gotten ahold of Remy by each arm, but they still couldn’t actually bring him down low enough to grab the blindfold. Laughing he pulled them over into a heap where the lesson quickly devolved into an all-out tickle war. Though as his blindfold finally fell loose in the scuffle, Remy's eyes caught Rogue’s for a moment and the same intensity was still there between them. The same intensity that there had been back on the beach and ever since their reunion - the building anticipation they were both trying to stave off and ignore.

“Thanks for pulling some strings with T’Challa.” Rogue mentioned refocusing and rifling through the data some more. “Hope that didn’t cause anything … awkward?”

“We have an understanding.” Storm explained serenely. “Maybe you’d call it an arrangement? At any rate, there are some loyalties that can never be completely severed. When you've been as close as we have ... that's forever, regardless the circumstances.”

Rogue wasn't sure exactly of her meaning, but she understood the sentiment at any rate and nodded.

“Just let us know when ya'll need to kick us out.” Rogue answered. "Don’t want to overstay our welcome. What IS this place, anyway?"

"A safe house, of sorts. Or a secret rendezvous spot." Storm answered with a conspiratorial grin. "Depending on your point of view, I suppose."

Remy came walking over to join them, calling over this shoulder, “Why don't ya'll go play for a bit, D’Accord? Let the grown-ups talk awhile."

The kids grumbled about how they WERE grown up, but skittered off anyway eagerly looking for bugs to catch.

"Awww, non. Don' tell me you ladies are over here talkin' shop." Remy groaned, noticing Rogue with the building mock-up projecting from the tablet in her hands.

"Hey now, Ororo is nearly as expert a thief as you are. Ah just wanted to run this by -" Rogue started as Gambit sidled up next to her, his fingers settling hungrily between her bare shoulder blades, and tapped the schematic decisively off.

"The key there bein' nearly." he teased. "Now let’s get back to dat later, eh? How 'bout I go dig out the bottle of champagne I stashed in the fridge and we celebrate this fine reunion wit' a proper toast?"

"Remy, it's barely 7 am." Storm observed in a droll tone.

"Sure, on Wakandan time. But on California time, de night is young an' it's jus' about bedtime for some kids." he smirked, his eyes catching Rogue's again with that same fiery gaze. "Meanin' we can finally relax, neh? Be right back."

He hopped up and slipped into the nearby hideout before either of the women could object further.

Rogue shrugged and grinned after him. "We can get back to it tomorrow. But Ah think we'll need a different strategy for this target. It's one the X-Men have never encountered before and bigger. Ah'd really like your input, ‘Ro. An' Ah know Remy will too."

"Judging by the size alone, a one man mission will not be sufficient. But then what of the children?" Storm looked at her friend with concern.

"Well they ain't comin' with, obviously." Rogue acknowledged. "But yeah, we'll need to make some arrangements. There's no way Ah'm lettin' Remy run this next one solo though. An' Ah know he'll try."

Gambit re-emerged, champagne and flutes in hand. He passed the delicate glasses to Rogue. She cringed as he put his freed fingers to the top of the bottle to lightly charge the cork. It shot into the air and dissolved in a buzzing fushia fizz of sparks. 

"See? I've gotten pretty good at dis." he grinned triumphantly and took a glass from Rogue who raised an amused brow at him as he poured and offered the first glass to Storm.

She raised a hand palm out. "Thank you my friend, but I will have to pass."

"Aww c'mon, padnat. Not even one? Can't hardly toast our gracious host dis way." he said, laying on as much charm as possible while he passed the glass back to Rogue instead.

"I have my reasons, Remy LeBeau. Now if you want to be a true gentleman, there's a carafe of freshly squeezed juice in the kitchen." she admonished him a little sternly.

Gambit cocked his head at her, a little taken aback, but recovered to smoothly reply with an over-the-top, "As you wish." complete with mocking bow. He took an empty glass from Rogue and handed her the bottle, shooting her a contemplative look before retreating back to the kitchen.

Rogue glanced at Storm a little uncertainly and took a sip from her glass. Strong of principle though she was, Storm wasn't one to avoid indulging in the simple pleasures of life or to let Remy irritate her.

She was formulating something to say, when Becca slipped up onto her lap wrapping her arms around her mother's neck. Rogue reflexively pulled her baby girl in closer, setting the flute of champagne aside.

"Mama, can we go flyin'?" the little girl inquired sweetly, big eyes demanding her full attention.

Rogue pressed her forehead to her daughter's, rubbing turned-up nose to turned-up nose. "Ah dunno, sugah." She sighed.

Storm laughed with amusement. "So I see Remy has passed more than one of his skills on to the next generation?"

"Ah'll say. This one gives him a run for his money."

"Pllleeeaassee???" Becca laid on thicker and sweeter and was soon joined by a, "C'mon! Can we?" plead from Ollie.

"We're still under cover here." Rogue told them very seriously. "King T'Challa is doin' us a big favor lettin' us stay. So we can't do anything that's gonna attract too much attention."

"One moment, Anna. I think I can be of assistance." Storm interceded, hers eyes clouding over to a bright white and lifting her hands skyward. A thick fog swirled up out of thin air, then spread upward and outward to encase their entire camp in a tall hollow cylinder of cloud, hiding them from view for miles.

The kids looked around with an impressed "ooooohhhh" and ""aaawwww".

"Alright." Rogue caved, grinning at Storm as Ollie hopped up into her lap also. "But after this, it's to bed with the both of ya."

She tucked a child safely under each of her strong arms and they shot off into the sky with delighted squeals and whoops.

Storm was watching them with a satisfied and wistful smile, when Remy rejoined her. He handed her the glass of juice and took a seat, looking up to observe his family and admire Storm's handiwork.

"Thanks for dat, 'Ro. An' for everythin' else. So ... How far along are you, chére?" he asked, casually pouring himself some champagne.

Storm sipped her juice and swirled the glass thoughtfully, glancing sideways at Gambit to contemplate him, then finally answered. "A few months."

" ... A celebratory toast then?" Remy raised his glass slightly, but retained a sober tone.

"Perhaps in time, Remy." she answered with measured enthusiasm.

"... an' de father?" he started, trailing off before finishing the question.

"Doesn't know yet ... because I don't know for certain yet." she calmly explained.

Remy raised an eyebrow and nodded. "An' the King?"

"I'm not going to get into that now." Storm stated matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, chére. Dat things are ... complicated. Also means ya won't be joining us on dis next mission den." Remy took another long sip.

"No, I am afraid not." Storm nodded. "Can we keep this between us?"

"Sure. If dat's what you want. But Rogue's gonna wonder. Think she was hopin’ you'd come with me or her to China." he explained.

"I would not ask you to keep my secret from your own wife, Remy. But until I can tell the father of this child, it needs to stay between the three of us at least." Storm noted.

"We understan' more than most 'bout the need for discretion." Remy observed and gave her a reassuring smile. "If there's anything we can do ta help?"

"There is not. But I'm glad you are here." Storm looked skyward. "It does me good to see what this could look like ... in time."

"Not like you don' have a choice." Remy started.

"I have considered the options, my friend." She interupted. "But with so few mutants in the world, it seems wrong to deny this one a chance."

"The X-ranks be growin’ den, though maybe not in th' way ol' Chuck used ta recruit." Remy barked an ironic laugh.

Storm shot him a raised eyebrow, as Rogue suddenly lit down in their midst with two screaming kids.

"AGAIN!" they shouted in chorus.

"Nuh-uh! Nope! Ah said one ride and then ta bed." she metted out firmly. 

"Awwww. Bed?! But the sun is out!" Olivier argued, collapsing bonelessly to the ground in protest, and Becca piled on a sassy and exasperated, "Yeah!" throwing her hands up at the bright sky.

"Don't try my patience." Rogue shot them a look. "It's nearly midnight in California. C'mon now. Tell Miss Munroe thank you and goodnight."

"Thank you, Auntie Ro." Rebecca shot glumly and Ollie added a "G'night." pulling himself up as Rogue herded them toward the hideout entrance.

Remy stood, but Rogue insisted, "Let me get them ta bed, sugah. It's been such a long time since Ah got to. "

"Sure, chére. You get them settled. Then mebbe … we should be hittin’ the hay too, yeah?" his eyes caught hers again.

She grinned and cocked her head at him. "Maybe."

Storm followed their exchange, adding, "I think I'll see if Illyana will take me back to the States with her for the day. I need to catch up with a few people. Then you all can have a quiet place to rest."

"Oh ... uh, if you want to, 'Ro. But don't go on our account." Rogue answered a little self-conscientiously, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

"Nonsense. I will return later." Storm insisted with a knowing grin.

"Alright. Well, goodnight then. And thanks." Rogue answered gratefully. She glanced from Storm back to Remy, who had both kids wrapped up in a bear hug.

“G’night, mes petits.”

They scampered into the hut and down below. He watched Rogue follow them, looking back over her shoulder at him once more as she disappeared from sight. Then he looked back to find Ororo watching him watching her.

He smirked a little self-consciously, “What?”

“Nothing … just … I’m glad for you. For both of you. Some things, at least, don't change.”

CHAPTER 9

The twins were settled in a room down at the end of a hallway off the central room, one meant for sleeping a small garrison it seemed. Several individual beds were vertically and horizontally stacked like stair-step shelves that jutted out from the walls in a mysterious fashion, independent of any supports, railings or ladders. The ceiling and walls were inlaid with tiny periwinkle bioluminescent lights that faintly alternated in patterns that resembled flowers then trees then stars. Becca, still hyper off the adrenaline rush from flying with Rogue, was already having a grand time of flipping and swinging amongst the many beds like a spider monkey. Ollie had made a solid, but somewhat more cautious climb to the top most bunk, standing there like king of the mountain and surveying his new dominion. 

Rogue ordered them both back down to Earth and set Ollie to brushing his teeth at the basin, while she lovingly unwound Becca’s plaits and brushed out her fine, soft baby hair. It was more Remy's texture than hers, thicker and straighter than her own. It still impressed her that Remy had gotten accustomed to braiding it in her absence, though undoubtedly it was no challenge for his talented fingers. There was something unspoken between them … about the things they would carry on for each other in case there ever came a day when one of them didn’t return. Rogue found herself brushing longer than she need and stopped, giving her girl a gentle squeeze of affection. She never figured she’d be good at this … want this … miss this even.

Rogue helped the kids change into their night clothes, the simple garments already seemed worn and to be getting small on them. She would need to pick them up some new clothes soon. It was on her mind more so now than when she had left for her mission - how quickly they were growing. For mutants, growing meant getting closer to the day their powers would emerge in full. And for their children in particular, getting their full powers meant bringing them closer to the day they would be lost to their destiny. Rogue shuddered and pushed the thought from her mind. They weren’t there yet. There was still time. Time to make a difference. And time yet to enjoy all these little fleeting moments.

“What book are we reading then?” she asked, seating herself on the edge of a lower bunk.

"Here, Mama." Ollie pulled a beat-up volume from his bag and handed it to Rogue, climbing into the bunk where she sat. Becca scrambled in next to him. 

"Move over!"

"I was here first!"

"Alright, alright ... no fighting or no book." Rogue threatened half-seriously.

Becca stuck her tongue out at her brother, who crossed his arms and huffed at her, but Rogue ignored them.

She turned the novel over to read the cover and chuckled to herself with a roll of her eyes, "Of course ..." then she turned to where the bookmark rested. Pulling it out, she cleared her throat and started, "Chapter 4, The Keeper of The Keys".

The twins listened with rapt interest as she described the magical giant man breaking into the isolated safe house out on a stormy sea, the way he put the human oppressors in their place, and the good news he delivered to their protagonist.

"You're a wizard, Harry." Rogue read in her best Hagrid voice and continued through the chapter as he received his letter and arguing followed and -

"Why isn't there a special school for mutants?" Becca suddenly interjected, looking at Rogue with her piercing eyes.

Olivier, though annoyed at the interruption of the story, gawked contemplatively at Rogue as well, curious for her answer.

" ... well ... there used to be ..." she started.

"But there isn't anymore?" Ollie cocked his head.

" ... sort of ... " Rogue went forward cautiously.

"You mean there IS one?!" Becca sat up with excited interest.

"No, no ... just ... there's a place that ... well, that takes care of mutant kids who don't have anyone to look after them." Rogue explained.

The twins glanced to each other and back to their Mother.

"Don't they have parents?" Ollie wondered.

"They're orphans, right?" offered Becca.

"Lots of reasons." Rogue answered calmly. "Now how about we finish-"

"Is it big? Like Hogwarts?" Becca queried on with more excitement.

Rogue grumbled to herself and massaged her forehead. "No. It's very small and very secret."

"Like Hogwarts." Ollie whispered with awe.

"It's NOT like Hogwarts." Rogue insisted. "Now do ya want ta hear the rest of this story or not?"

Ollie bit his lip, but Becca just frowned thoughtfully.

After a pause filled with silence and giving an *ahem*, Rogue began to continue on with the story again, "Why aren't you supposed to do magic-"

"But WHY is the mutant school so small?" Becca interrupted again.

Rogue sighed and put the mark back in the book, this time closing it in her lap.

Ollie whined, but Rogue reached out to touch their faces and look them in the eyes as she said gently, "Because ... there aren't a lot of us left."

"But why?" Ollie asked, his small brow now also furrowed to match his sister's.

"It's complicated, darlin'. Mostly ... it's because people didn't want to have mutants born in their families a while back and they took a medicine to stop it from happening." Rogue told them honestly.

" ... oh ..." the little boy bowed his head.

"Hey now ... see here ..." Rogue pulled her babies into her lap. "That doesn't have anything to do with us, alright? People were just scared of what they didn't understand. Maybe there aren't a lot of us anymore. But we're not alone, ok? We have each other and we have friends, people like us."

The kids nodded. They'd met a slew of fellow mutants in their many travels.

“But there aren’t any other kids.” Becca pointed out.

“Sure there are, hon. Remember Josiah? When we were on Chandilar? That place with all the tall buildings?” Rogue asked.

The twins just looked at her blankly and Rogue frowned. “Well … ah guess maybe you were too young to remember. Anyway, the point is there are plenty of other mutant kids, just like you.”

“Do they look like us?” Ollie wondered.

“No, stupid. Everybody looks different. Right, Mama?” Becca insisted triumphantly.

“Hey now, don’t be mean to your brother.” She chastised. “An’ yes, everyone looks different and has different powers. Most kids don’t even have powers ‘til they’re older. Just like we talked about.”

“Can we meet them?” Becca was intense and excited again.

“Alright, alright … time to calm down, both of ya.” Rogue shushed them. “Ah’m sure you will sometime, but Ah ain’t makin’ any promises right now. Now lie down and not another peep until Ah finish this chapter.”

[lust-sinner]

😏For any of my boys or whoever is easier to do? X3

send me   ‘ 😏 ’   and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s

//I'm going to do both that Ozzie interacted

Mammon

How physically attracted they are to your muse

"One of the few Sins that can be as hot as I am. So yes. very physically attracted. Have you seen him?"

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

"Nah that shit is not for us sins."

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

"Fucking another sin. Especially Mammon? Every fucking time. A sin I don't have to hold anything back. I worry about the place we would be fucking, he is tough enough to take it."

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

"Well anywhere we could be. Doesn't really matter I'm pretty sure we would break whatever we're fucking on."

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

"I haven't fucked him, yet, but from what I've seen and from what I've been told he is really good. I need to try that out. Just hope he don't think he'll be on top all the time."

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

"My favourite sin, best friend, whatever makes him angrier. He looks prettier when he is mad at me."

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

"Oh I would love to tie him up, see how pretty you look when you're defenseless and at my mercy. Marks, you're as tough as I am so some violent sex with a lot of blood and marks will be quite exciting. I bet it will look like we fought and I will love it. Last but not least, I want to see you trying to dom me as well. I'm curious to see someone actually being a dom with me.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

"really long and rough sex. I want to destroy a building with your body."

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

"Well we are already best friends and I'm the love of his life, so I'm guessing friends with benefits. Or enemies as he likes to say.. But I know the truth Mammon."

Robo Fizz

How physically attracted they are to your muse

"He is a copy of my imp. The one I fuck every day so yeah I think he is attractive."

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

"Why would I be romantically attracted to a robot copy of my Fizz?"

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

"He is a robot.. I wonder how his lust works. Would it nourish me? Being a robot makes him have energy to keep up with me? I might need to try that. But I would fuck him at least once a day, more if he can take it."

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

"Behind the curtains of that rip off park he works. Especially if Mammon is there. I want to see him holding back so people don't know we're fucking.

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

"I haven't had the chance to try him. If he is anything like my imp he is good. I imagine he is since well, that robot sells like water."

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

"I called him robot so far. We didn't got the chance to get a nickname yet."

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

"Hidden sex. Obviously like said previously. A threesome with him and my Fizz would be something new. Maybe some predator and prey, I do wonder how his lust works though."

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

"Slow. Again I haven't had the chance to try him but really who enjoys quickies?"

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

"I could use him as an employee. He makes good money for Mammon. Besides that nothing really."