#mammonfizz

[sparkskun]

Sour and Sweet 💚💙

[a-sadclown]

the things you do to entertain your boss

[burning-fcols]

“Why do you still follow me? Why do you still worship me?” ( 👀 For in between earlier stuff? MammonFizz ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Fizz isn’t sure if this is a genuine concern or if Mammon just wants to hear them say what is already known. Insecurity doesn’t feel like an emotion the Deadly Sin is capable of. If he’s ever experienced it, Fizz certainly doubts they’ve been witness to it. Unapologetic in a way that some might find exhausting, Fizzarolli always admired the clown’s brashness. His utter confidence in himself, whether it was earned or not. Rose-colored as their gaze may be, even they had to admit to… doubts creeping in from time to time. Wondering if the faith they put into Mammon should be as pure as they fervently insisted.

But, wavering as even the most desperate faith could be, Fizz clung to their hero nonetheless. NEEDING to have something, someone certain in the utter chaos of their life. Even if that certainty is circumstantial, they have remained in Mammon’s good graces long enough to feel somewhat comfortable again. Risk is far greater than it was when they only had to worry about falling from grace in a meager Imp Circus, but at least the main event only happens once a year. It’s easy enough to stay on top of the merchandise deals, performing in other venues, jumping through whatever hoops Mammon requires of them. Once a year, THAT’S when the Deadly Sin feels more… intense. Like one mistake could finally be the mistake.

But until it’s time to truly prove themself again, they ought to be able to keep from ruining everything… Even if questions like THIS send an apprehensive chill down their spine, Fizz debating between offering comfort or flattery. Settling on the safer ( if still truthful ) option, the Imp focuses on themself. Their shortcomings as they echo near-constant thoughts. ❝ Because... I owe everything to you. ❞ Tail loosely wraps around themself, Fizz fighting against the instinctive show of unease. ❝ Why would I ever stop, after what you've helped me become? What you've turned me into. ❞ Words are somberly breathed, Fizz's gaze downcast, ❝ Before I met you... I was NOTHING. I didn't even fully realize it at the time. How pathetic I was. ❞

Fizz had always suspected. Had known on some subconscious level how they could never escape the shackles of their situation... but like a fool, they dared to hope otherwise. Spurred on by the words of someone they thought cared about them to the point of BELIEVING it too. Pretty lies that, painful as it was, led Fizz to the less glamorous truth. Fizz will never truly be more than a mere broken Imp... but they can still strive to get as close as possible. Close enough to fool others into thinking they are. Sometimes, they wonder if even Mammon has been fooled.

Or if he's just as good at putting on a show as they are.

❝ I've always worshipped you. Was inspired by you... and getting the chance to be here— with you putting as much faith into me as you do... I was right to do so. I know it. ❞ Sounding as though they're talking to someone else— a lingering scar from their past that isn't around to hear it —tail firmly wraps around themself, arms following suit as they vehemently spat, ❝ If I'm going to follow anyone, it's YOU. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[ducknotinarow]

"Ah, Fizzy, my boy." He's standing a little close to the younger imp, sharp teeth on show as he flashes a warm smile. "Yer gonna make me proud, ain'tcha ? " An arm hooks around their form, his other hand moving to pat their hip.

"Ya ain't nervous, are ya ? Cause, yanno. I do have a way to help ya calm down. If you want." ( -mcyeets for the thing. :' )- MammonFizz )

| Muse interaction

Fizz was basically born into the spot light one could say in truth he knew how to grab anyone's ones attention. It's what made him great at what he did. So many sticklers and hecklers had been turned into fans after seeing a proper show and even if they didn't? They couldn't deny getting pulled into his acts. Fizz just always, ALWAYS, needed to stay on top of his game. Especially if it was for Mammon. He had to do better than perfect when it came to the prince of greed. Even as he took a peek from the curtains. Some act before him was still going on and fuck, they were not having a good reaction from this crowd.

So much for warming them up for him.

The Imp let his tail coil around his feet as he let his fingers grip the fabric of the curtain tighter. This was one of the biggest crowds he was ever going to preform for. Nothing like the Circus. And the smaller crowds they held in the tiny little tent. Least then he had Blitz to perform with even. Blitz was always good for helping settle his nerves back then. His brow just furrows a little thinking about his once friend.

"Ah, Fizzy, my boy."

Nearly about jumping out from his skin when he hears the voice Fizz lets go of the curtain and is quick to turn on his he almost bumps into his boss with how close they were standing near him. Offering a faint sheepish smile up their way, as his tail seemed to only pull in closer around his ankles. Hoping to keep his legs from shaking in the moment.

"Yer gonna make me proud, ain'tcha ? "

"Y-yeah of course Mammon!" Shit did he stutter? He hardly pays much attention to them hooking their arm around him even if his body seems to react more. Arms drawing in to cross over in front of his chest. Tail tightly wrapped around his ankles now. As he sort of just stared out at nothing. Fuck he was starting to panic wasn't he? It was as if his whole body was starting to just shut down on him in the very moment.

"Ya ain't nervous, are ya ? Cause, yanno. I do have a way to help ya calm down. If you want."

"Heh me the Fizzarolli nervous? HA no never!" Fizz tries his best to keep on a brave face smiling wide back up to his boss. But he knew his lie wouldn't convince any one. It was clear he was nervous beyond it even if anything as he looked back over his shoulder just barely able to peer through the small window opened between the curtains. The circus was never this full. As much as Blizt ruined his life, Fizz really wish he could be here. Give those pep talks like before but he never came to see anyway. Fizz swallowed thickly before drifting his attention back up towards Mammon.

"Welll maybe just abit?" Holding up his hand to show how much as he barely had any space between his thumb and pointer finger. Mammon was his boss now so maybe he could turn to them fro help? Couldn't hurt right? This was all he wanted after all. "Uh got any tips or something?"

[sparkskun]

Do U have MammonFizz headcanons?

I DO but they are obviously not cute and sweet due to the nature of the ship, so please click read more if you are interested~ (obvious darkship is obvious)

Their general dynamics for me is Fizz being starstruck, he idealized Mammon, so being wrapped around his fingers were a cakewalk, and Mammon is more like filled with greed in every sense of the world, so he sees Fizz more like an object than a person. Their sexual encounters is more about owning everything that Fizz can give, much more less about lust.

Mammon is a very selfish lover which becomes more clear to Fizz with time, but for a long while this man is Fizz's whole world so he doesn't mind.

There are some fucked up manipulation going on, Fizz feels like he has to give everything to Mammon even if he doesn't necessarily wants to because he saved his life. Mammon never brings this up but he doesn't have to, it's something that lives in Fizz's head 24/7.

Mammon does however uses petnames for Fizz very deliberately. If you know you know I guess hehe.

[sparkskun]

My ships are as for now, in order;

1. Strixxie

2. Fizzarozzie

3. Mammonfizz

Just so you know 👉👈

[sparkskun]

VoxVal ruined everything, anyways;;;

1. VoxVal

2. Fizzarozzie

3. Strixxie

4. MammonFizz

My ships are as for now, in order;

1. Strixxie

2. Fizzarozzie

3. Mammonfizz

Just so you know 👉👈