#madefate; blitz.

[wcshedup]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one. ❜ / from blitz bc of course

quotes that broke me starters !!

to be COMPLETELY fair, both of them were exhausted in every sense of the word.

there had been two matinees and FOUR regular evening performances over the holiday weekend, which in itself would have been exhausting for even the most seasoned of ADULT performers. ( seasoned, absolutely, but adult ?? only cash buckzo would consider a pair of fourteen-year-olds grown enough to handle such a workload. ) add in the setup beforehand, the massive undertaking of CLEANING UP after each crowd cleared, the tertiary responsibilities of their daily lives ( bathing, eating, RESTING -- when did they have time for ANY of it, really ?? ) combined with the physical and mental exertion of SO much time in the ring -- it was an absolute recipe for disaster.

adding a dress rehearsal with NEW CHOREOGRAPHY on a monday morning after all of that was just cruel.

and normally barbie wasn't given to tears ( not for many years, anyhow ) but her pointe shoes had long since passed the point of blistering -- evolved to pinching and rubbing her RAW, the costume ( specifically tailored to accentuate curves that had just BARELY begun to emerge ) sequins digging under her arms, the constant sensation that the bodice was about to slip. ( " PLEASE dad, please, don't make me wear this. " ) the ACHE in her jaw still lingering from when they'd had their braces tightened just days beforehand. ( STILL getting used to the unkind companionship of a mouthful of metal. )

objectively, WAY back in the part of barbie's brain that wasn't biting back the frustrated tears obscuring her vision and making the sweltering stage lights streak and smear like falling stars, she KNEW blitzo didn't mean to be so harsh. her twin was just as frustrated and exhausted as she was, and both of them were choked with the anxiety only their father could conjure so effortlessly within them. ( " i don't give a SHIT how long it takes you both, it BETTER look good by tomorrow. NOBODY wants to come see the same shit twice. " )

then barbie missed the mark. AGAIN.

and when the teenage imp sprung to her feet, jaw dropped to really lay into blitzo for riding her ass -- instead of a biting retort or even a simple ' FUCK OFF ' rolling easily off the tongue, a choked sob was all that emerged. ( IT'S ALL TOO MUCH. ) thoroughly humiliated to be weeping in the middle of the ring in front of the entirety of the carnies ( thankfully that too was just an ILLUSION of the teenage mind; in reality, few of the crew had spared the pair so much as a passing glance ) barbie had shoulder checked the FUCK out of her brother and sought out the only solace to be had in their small world. ( hiding in her bed, head under the blanket, pretending she didn't EXIST. )

" it's fine. " the reply is followed by a wet snuffle as she lets the blanket fall away, decorating her wrist and cheek with a large smear of black eyeliner as barbie scrubs at her tired eyes. " you -- i know y-you didn't mean to. "

[wcshedup]

@madefate @fizzarollitm

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ / blitz @ stolas!

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

Part of him had enjoyed the idea of Blitz coming to his aid, of his imp in shining armour swooping in to perform a daring rescue at the last minute. And even when Striker had tied him up in his cave, he didn't really take him seriously. After all, if Stella had hired him, how competent could he actually be? Plus, she wouldn't go so far as to hire someone to kill him; maybe rough him up a bit, but he was still Via's father. That meant something, even to Stella, didn't it?

It wasn't until Striker had stabbed him the first time that Stolas had actually started to believe that he might not live through the encounter. He had tried to fight back at that point, tried to petrify the cowboy, and when that didn't work, he'd tried to kick him away from him. But Stolas had never been a physical fighter. He had a very high pain tolerance, which had allowed him to keep his composure, going so far as to taunt his assailant…., but even that had only lasted so long.

The moment Striker turned his back on him, Stolas took a deep breath, trying to stay calm…., but that was the moment a single tear escaped his eyes, and he began to understand that he wasn't going to make it out of this cave. He wasn't going to get a chance to say goodbye to Via, to tell Blitz how he really felt…., nor any of the thousand other little things he'd be missing out on. Via graduating, growing up…..; he wouldn't be there.

Striker had beaten and stabbed him a few more times, and Stolas hadn't managed to keep from reacting any longer. But when he had the nerve to mention Octavia, it gave him another burst of bravado. Because it didn't matter what happened to him, but if he touched a feather on Octavia's head, there was nothing Stolas wouldn't do to destroy him.

It was then that he lost sense of his consciousness. Because the next thing he knew, he heard yelling and fighting from nearby. And for a moment, he was sure he was hallucinating; he thought he'd heard Blitz. But he wasn't here; he was off being a good dad, getting his daughter taken care of.

He saw someone standing over him, and he blinked a few times, until his eye finally focused……only to see that it was Blitz.

"Blitz….," he whispered, swallowing hard. "You shouldn't be here; he'll hurt you too." It didn't matter what happened to him, as long as the people he cared about were safe.

[fizzarollitm]

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” / from blitz! | @madefate

" Oh, now the queen of ignoring shit is pestering me. " The tip of Fizz's tail flicked as he turned his back on Blitz, poison spitting with his words, " I'll get help when you stop fucking inserting yourself into people's lives for no reason than to feel needed. "

[discoinfernos]

❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ / blitz @ stolas !

Stolas' heart is an ember, a magnet, a compass, a glowing star ever leading to one fixed point. Surely Blitz must feel it burning, must feel its pull beneath feathers and skin through the hand he holds to the owl's chest. Stolas rests his own hand over Blitz's, crimson eyes with white hot pupils gazing gently down upon him.

This is the pole toward which the needle points, the glowing moon that guides the tides of his heart. This man, this Imp, this miracle of a being. Does he even know it? Yet how can he not ; the truth is not something Stolas has ever tried to hide.

The corners of his beak tilt upwards in something akin to a pained smile. He's so full of love sometimes it hurts. ❝ It will always lead me back to you. ❞

[gethellbcnt-m]

@madefate screamed : "I got slapped in a Pizza Hut once." / blitz @ millie ! things my muses have said / still accepting !

Oh, mister Buckzo and his many, many stories of fighting in various restaurants and fast-food places.. will he ever stop ? hopefully not, these little incidents are a hoot and a half to listen to ! look, her tail's even wagging in excitement, and Millie's avid pony-coloring has been halted full-stop ; this is serious business.

❝ is that the same one where they refused to let you order quintuple the cheese on your pizza and you had Dominoe's delivered there ? ❞

[helluvaflames]

@madefate

loona considers kicking blitz - and winds up shoving food at him, glaring until he eats.

He grins at the fact that she had the option to kick and instead chooses to give him food ah! he's so proud. "Awe, thank you Loonie." Blitz said as he starts to eat.

[pcrnstvr]

❛ try me. ❜ / blitz @ barbie !!

2 word prompts || accepting!

She'd long since come down from the high that had brought her to Fizzarolli's door. And, though Barbie had asked him not to, it seemed that he had called Blitzo after all. Not that she wanted him or needed him, but there had been a moment in the high where she could remember asking why he hated her. He didn't. It was the other way around, wasn't it?

No, that wasn't right either. She didn't hate her brother, per-say, but it hurt to see him. Ached to be reminded of their losses and the subsequent fallout that she had spent too long blaming him for to go back on now.

But this was a moment where she needed family. Not because of any desire to return to rehab after one slip-up, but the reason she had spiraled back into craving that particular high in the first place. Because of what was growing like a cancer beneath her ribs.

Her back was to him. Had been to him since he had stepped into the room, but as he offered up those two words in an effort of understanding, she turned halfway around. Set her gaze on him with a certain level of pause. Hesitation at admitting to Blitzo of all people what she had been adamantly denying for days now.

"I'm pregnant, Blitz." she said in a barbed tone, sinking to the floor in dismay. Landing on her knees and holding herself in an effort of self-comfort. "Now you know…. Happy, asshole?"

[maimedaffairg]

@madefate  ▐ BLITZ &* STOLAS ↳ ❝ look, i know you love me. but you shouldn’t

the prince's feathers ruffle around his neck as all four eyes narrow. an annoyed noise flutters out of him. ❛   PEOPLE HAVE TOLD ME HOW I SHOULD &* SHOULD NOT FEEL OR ACT OR THINK MY ENTIRE LIFE. ❜ long arms cross over his chest , though his fingers wrap his sides to hold himself. ❛ i didn't expect such a thing from you , blitzø. don't you know one cannot choose who they love ? if i could turn this off -----   ❜ anger starts to speak for him. starts to say that he would turn it off gladly. BUT HE WOULDN'T. no matter how much this hurt.

his mouth purses , hands squeezing his sides harder. ❛   i do love you. every day , i love you &* it tears me apart inside. i love you , knowing you do not love me. knowing you view me as nothing but a meal ticket. knowing you view me as some ruling figure over you. ❜ a sadness touches the owl's face as he looks away. ❛   knowing you do not view me as a person with real emotions. ❜

[aueternus]

❝ You look like someone pissed in your cheerios. I'm surprised I don't see the fuckin' storm clouds hovering around your feathered head. ❞ Blitz keeps a cautious eye on Stolas but all of his other movements are languid and confident with practiced ease; he drops the book on the chaise lounge and immediately hops onto the plush bed - always nice at the end of a long day - as he raises a curious - only curious - eyebrow. ❝ If this is part of your fantasies just clue me in. And it's not - well, I don't mind some fuckin' gossip before we hit the sack. ❞

⠀Talons  snap  the  book  Stolas  was  reading  shut  with  a  disgruntled  huff  before  he  whisks  the  novel  back  to  its  designated  place  on  the  bookshelf,  no  longer  having  the  desire  to  read.  Yes,  he  was  aggravated  ——  more  than  aggravated,  really.  Perhaps  fuming  was  the  right  word,  or  enraged  with  the  news  he  received  earlier  this  morning.  It  seemed  as  it  was  now  later  on  in  the  evening,  he  was  finding  it  difficult  to  alleviate  his  distress.  ⠀“ Nobody  has  pissed  in  my  cheerios! ”  ⠀The  owl  grumbles,  his  frustration  not  aimed  at  the  crimson  imp  whatsoever  as  he  pinches  the  bridge  of  his  beak  before  adding  under  his  breath.  ⠀“ Although  it  seemed  like  something  she  would  do ”

⠀Inhaling  a  composing  breath,  Stolas  forces  his  shoulders  to  relax  and  he  turns  his  crimson  gaze  to  Blitz.  ⠀“ Stella  has  become  rather...  livid  after  I  had  her  leave  the  estate.  More  than  usual,  it  seems. ”  ⠀A  lone  letter  is  left  partially  open  on  his  bedside,  and  inside  are  handwritten  words  from  the  source  of  his  exasperation.  Most  of  it  was  nothing  more  than  the  usual  degradation  he  hears  from  his  soon  to  be  divorced  wife,  but  the  ultimate  purpose  of  the  letter  was  an  invitation  to  one  of  her  many  gatherings  dedicated  to  belittling  him.

⠀Except...  instead  of  being  invited  to  the  party  around  their  arranged  marriage,  it  was  now  in  honour  of  hating  the  goetia  prince.  It  was  far  more  fitting  for  Stella's  grotesque  personality,  but  no  less  demeaning  to  his  status,  to  his  title.  Making  an  appearance  wasn't  mandatory,  but  not  appearing  would  only  fuel  everything  else  going  around  him,  and  Octavia?  His  daughter  was  amidst  this,  and  that  was  unfair  for  her.

⠀“ That...  woman  is  being  completely  unreasonable ”  ⠀Stolas  eventually  concludes  with  another  huff,  his  gaze  diverting  away  from  the  imp.  Realising  that  this  wasn't  a  topic  Blitz  would  want  to  be  hearing  him  go  on  tangents  about,  the  owl  prince  clears  his  throat.  ⠀“ Sorry.  I  know  you  do  not  wish  to  hear  my  insignificant  problems,  I  just...  suppose  I  needed  to  rant. ”

@madefate / inbox incoming from blitz! ♡

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜ : blitz @ stolas

subtle smut sentence starters // accepting

Ever since their arrangement had started, Blitz had been the one teaching Stolas, showing him all of the many different options that were available to two people in a consensual sexual relationship. And he had eagerly participated, learning and finding out what things he liked, making notes about what Blitz liked, too. Because while Blitz very clearly the top in this relationship (partly because he knew more, and partly because he was very good at it), Stolas wanted to do everything he could to please and take care of him. And that included potentially switching things up in the future.

It hadn't been something he'd ever brought up when they were still…..when they were still just business partners, essentially. He'd already been helplessly in love with Blitz, which had complicated things; he didn't want to make anything worse.

But now that things were better between them, now that they'd actually been together for a little while, he'd mentioned that he'd be interested in taking care of Blitz, sometime, even though he still didn't really know what he was doing. Oh, he'd read plenty of books, but that was still very different from physically performing something.

It was something they'd had to talk out, too, to make sure they were on the same page, that if either of them got uncomfortable, they would speak up. Which….was admittedly one of the things that Stolas was still working on, recovering people pleaser as he was, especially when it came to Blitz.

Which he was clearly picking up on when he reminded Stolas that he wasn't going to break.

A little smile slipped onto the owl's face as he took a moment to just look over Blitz, reassured by how relaxed he currently looked.

"I know you won't," he said with a little laugh. "I'm just….adjusting." He hated the thought of hurting Blitz, so he had to take a moment to remind himself that they were going to be careful, and they were going to go slow, for both of their sakes.

[fizzarollitm]

blitzfizz babey

I LOVE THEM but lbr they need so much therapy before Fizz lets him near him for both their sake. Fizz stills loves Blitzø and he values their relationship period with him too much to chance it for quick lay. ...all that said every fic and art of them is hot as fuck & my Fizz is SHOVING his tongue down his throat every chance he gets in rp mao.

[discoinfernos]

@madefate asked:

Blitz takes the opportunity to slip up next to Stolas and, stealthily as anything, push his way under Stolas' arm and up onto his chest. There's already a purr rumbling deep in the back of his throat - unintentional, but when he realizes what he's doing, Blitz makes no move to stop himself. Instead, he presses himself gently against Stolas' feathers, as if he can transfer the warmth and the gentle healing vibrations directly into him by touch alone.

The owl is reclined on the couch, arms crossed over his stomach, staring into nothingness. His eyes have just slid closed when he feels something — someone — slip beneath his arm. Eyes blink open to see Blitz laying atop his chest, purring steadily, warmth radiating from him. Stolas' eyes soften and a small grin pulls at the corner of his beak as he lays a hand atop Blitz's head, stroking affectionately.

❝ Hello, darling, ❞ he says softly, a warmth kindling in his chest that has nothing to do with the heat Blitz's body gives off.

Overwhelming love and gratitude towards the man before him threatens to undo him. No matter how deep into the darkness of his own mind Stolas strays, Blitz has been there to guide him back. So steadfast, so kind and gentle, so patient. Stolas is not sure he deserves this tenderness, this uncomplicated affection, but he appreciates it more than he can say.

❝ I'm sorry for — ❞ he starts, then stops himself. He knows this can't go on indefinitely, knows that sooner or later the moping will have to end. He hates feeling like such a burden. But how many times has Blitz told him to stop apologizing? Stolas considers for a moment, rephrasing. ❝ Thank you for being so patient with me. I — I really am trying. ❞

[gethellbcnt-m]

@madefate screamed : "Lay your weary head to rest." / blitz @ millie! oldies playlist sentence starters / still accepting !

He knows how much she worries about Moxxie when he's sent to the hospital ; Millie's favorite drama queen has always been a little... accident-prone, in their office environment. and when he wasn't getting hurt in Pride, the guy's getting his work-outs and fair share of gashes and broken bones up in the human realm.

❝ ... thank you. for keeping me company, i mean. ❞ Wrathian says with a meekness she only shares in private moments like these ; her mother would kill her if she saw her strong, eldest daughter curled up like this. she isn't always as confident as she appears, and Millie was supposed to have Moxxie's back during their latest bloodbath. and now, he's in the hospital with all of his ribs and most of his fingers broken...

guilt washes over her face like a high tide, her head tilting to rest against Blitz's shoulder, her arm loosely intertwining with his and a small, dainty hand sliding between his lengthy digits. the pint-sized powerhouse squeezes, looking for assurance, her other hand moving to wrap around his upper arm.

❝ .. Blitz, do you think i'm... going soft ? ❞

[wrathbrn-moved]

❝ Millie Billie, you're looking gorgeous ! ❞ Blitz holds out a hand, offering her a spin, the grin on his face the most enthusiastic it's been in weeks. ❝ All decked out for summer fun - can't wait to see how many bodies you wrack up in volleyball! ❞ @madefate

“ hehe—   thanks ,   blitzø! ”   she   lets   her   hand   fall   without   question   into   his,   taking   the   spin   in   stride.   beaming   smile   and   flip   of   her   hair.   because   …   this   is   what   she’d   been   worried   about   never   seeing   from   him   again.   not   that   she   wants   to   dwell   on   that   now.   time   to   enjoy   it   while   they’ve   got   it.   “ fuck   yeah.   can’t   remember   the   last   time   we   all   took   a   day   off   together.   ooh ,   i   can’t   wait   to   get   out   there   and   kick   some   ass!   y’   know   …   i’m   comin’   for   you   first.   and   my   spike   don’t   miss. ”

[helluvaflames]

@madefate

[ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear / loona @ blitz !

This was definitely new and unexpected from Loona to do. Leaning into him like this, his face suddenly turning soft as he looked up at her. It wasn't like she could really hide into him all that well considering she was super tall compared to himself. He wrapped an arm around concern ran through his voice. "Loona, what's wrong?" He wasn't sure what happened to make her so scared, but he was definitely going to find out.

He glanced around trying to figure it out what could possibly be the cause of this, but he still wasn't sure. Protecting her was definitely his main concern out of anything else. "All right, who do I need to to fucking kill right now?" Blitz hisses out. If there was someone after his daughter, he'd be the one to put an end to them once and for all. No doubt about that.