#nobody would like him if Blitzø was a woman

[randommmthoughts]

Just thinking about how both Blitzø and Stolas are accused of being bad bed partners but having incredibly good sex with each other

Stolas is logic. He is gay and therefore would not get exited from having sex with Stella (to be fair, nobody no matter the sexuality would), plus Stella never really wanted him.

But why did Blitzø not satisfy Verosika? Why does she call him a ‘selfish imp in the sheets’? Why does she say ‘he did no repricicating (I’m sorry if I spelled that wrong)’? When Blitzø seems like the ideal partner for Stolas? Does he not know how to satisfy a woman, but he does know how to satisfy a bird with a cloaca? Is Verosika difficult to satisfy because she is a succubus? I don’t get what happened there

[doublejango]

What's some examples of the discrimination Blitzø has faced in his life? Or just in the earlier days when he first started I.M.P?

It's not always blatant like at the hospital when that woman said, We don't call them that to their faces.

It's not always slurs. It's not even always things Blitz can point a finger at and say, that's discrimination, but he knows it when he feels it.

Because that's the thing about hate, it isn't always obvious, but even then, it's not really as subtle as people think it is. Sometimes it's just there in the little pauses before someone nods their head, something in the way they look at you, or the silence before they answer your question. Sometimes it's more blatant, sure, but the quiet disdain... that's something else. He's ridiculously aware of it, and sometimes thinks he might be seeing it where it isn't intended, but he tries not to second-guess himself on that.

In the early days, he was laughed at--a lot--for saying he was going to start his own business, that no one was ever going to fucking own him again. People didn't take him seriously--and would say shit like, you're so smart for an imp, I'm sure you'll do just fine. He had a hell of a time getting the office lease, and had to go to so many different buildings to find a landlord who wasn't going to laugh him out the door--and probably slam said door on his tail. No matter how often he told people, No, nobody is backing me, I'm backing my own fucking self, people didn't tend to hear that. Or if they did, they didn't take him seriously. You know, he was being cute--or uppity.

He's furious about that, but what made him even angrier was how often it was other imps who behave as if he couldn't do it... imps are used so shamelessly in Hell, they're barely respected more than automatons or furniture half the time, so when they don't understand it? It infuriates him.

But on the flip side, there are imps who know about the 'killing business,' who know about him, and who actually care. Blitz hears from them every once in a while, or gets a little nod, or someone buys him a drink when he doesn't even know them. And although he doesn't really know how to articulate it? And probably will never communicate this to anyone--although it's likely abundantly clear to Lucifer, in the 'Helluva Fight Day' thread--it matters to Blitz. Knowing that he actually isn't a nobody to his own people is something he takes seriously. Sure, maybe he's just kind of considered a ho and a scumbag, and that's... fair. But he is tenacious. Resilient. Bring on the hate. Blitz isn't giving up.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

How do you think I.M.P. would react to their lover having the powers of a cartoon character? Capable of taking any damage only to bounce back up each time and using these powers to do lethal pranks on their hits

With an S/O with the powers of a cartoon character

Blitzø

Your first meeting was... interesting.

Youd met at a bar, you initially impressing the imp with a magic trick, making things disappear and reappear seemingly out of nowhere. The Imp wanting to see more.

Youd show a few more, sharing a few drinks, swapping stories and jokes, and while not sure how it happen, youd eventually get to shooting, Blitzø wanting to show off.

And it was quite the sight, Blitzø was a marksman for sure shooting all his targets expertly.

Only for you to pull out your own comically large revolver, and shoot a small cork into each of the holes he'd made.

After that, he was all stary eyed, your cartooniness shooting up to eleven, and Blitzø just loving it.

His favourite was being able to extend your arms comically long, to snatch things from people before pulling back, pulling pranks on the entire bar, the two of you having a good laugh.

Youd of course pay for the drinks, the two of you slinking off to your place and well, let's just say, Blitzø discovered you could stretch a lot more then just your arms.

Youd begin a rather passionate fling, and your personality seemed to blend perfectly.

You were both care free, high energy crazies, that constantly acted on your impulses.

You wouldn't work at I.M.P, but you would visit often enough, often to fuck around in Blitzø's office.

Although the job you did do with him was a funny memory as you got smacked in the face, face leaving an indent like in all the cartoons.

Youd of course finish the job, celebrating with cheap champagne and lots of hot, hot sex.

Your relationship took a long, long while to mature into anything of substance. But it was a sweet little thing in thr mean time, the two of you having a rather hands off, but intimate relationship, never rushing it.

Moxxie

Youd meet Moxxie at a music store, you bonding over your mutual love of music, you telling him you played several instruments, and when Moxxie asked to see a little, you'd eagerly show him.

Youd show him you playing several instruments... all at once, you know, with the cloud around you and multiple sets of limbs.

Real cartoon shit.

While most certainly confused, the little Imp was certainly impressed. The two of you bonding over your mutual love of music.

Youd ask him out, inviting him for coffee, and once the little Imp said yes, you'd just scoop him up, carrying him out and to your favourite cafe.

It was a rather, well, sweet time.

It would turn out you and the Imp had much in common, including a mutual love of Opera, you shifting your form into an opera singer and making something of a scene.

After your little date, you'd agree to another.

And after that date, you had another, this time taking him to an actual Opera, the Imp absolutely loving it.

Youd begin a relationship that night, after sharing a tender kiss.

You wouldn't exactly work at I.M.P, bit you would spend lots of time there, not having to really worry about money, you could spend your days with your Imp Boo.

Whenever not on a job, you had him close, the two of you drowning in romance, and usually music.

And you were sure to stand up for him, not letting Blitzø or Loona give him shit, making it very clear that you were his boo and nobody disrespected your Boo.

And he simply adored you for it, loving your cartoonist nature.

Millie

You first saw Millie mid fight.

She was at a bar, and after a bitch got up in her face, she beat the shit out of her.

It was a total cat fight, and watching her smash the other woman's face Into the counter... it was love at first sight. Cartoon hearts appearing in your eyes and your heart thumping out of your chest.

Youd buy her a drink, the two of you quickly getting to talking.

And you just fell for the girls Wrath charm, eating up every story and giggle and joke she had to give.

It was delightful.

Youd ask her out again, the Imp agreeing.

You counted down the minutes until your next meeting, and when you finally did, you pulled out all the stops.

It was a great night out. Food, fancy wine, and a trip to a proper theatre. It was oh so romantic, and you eagerly asked if maybe she'd like to do this on a more permanent basis.

She'd agree, playfully calling it a romance trial. You just giggled in turn, the two of you sharing a tender kiss.

Thatd be the beginning of your relationship, and my, what a romantic little relationship you had.

Millie was as romantic and lovable as ever, the two of you having a burning passion that seemed to warm both your souls, spending every available moment together, entrapped in each other's love.

You absolutely loved each other, and with your cartoonist nature, she was always able to see it.

The hearts in your eyes, the comically large sweat drops and panting like a dog.

And of course, your love life was almost comical, having literally, broken several beds, Millie having to take the next day off as she regain feeling in her legs.

And while you were more a lover than a fighter, she was all lover~ and all fighter. The best of both worlds, and my, the woman would cut a bitch for disrespecting you or your relationship.

You loved each other, and nobody was honna change that shit.

Loona

Now, Loona wasn't at all impressed by your cartoonist nature when you first met.

Slapstick and cartoon gags weren't really something her moody, angst would allow.

But when she saw you fight, well... she was smitten.

Now she was one helluva fighter, but the way you fought, more often then not, making fun of your opponent before brutally killing them. It was like it's own production.

Her favourite is when you'll stick your finger into the end of their gun, am of course the dumbassalways pulled the trigger, making the gun explode, killing them.

Or, OR! The one where you chew up a bunch of bullets before you spit them all out at the bastards like a machinegun, funny stuff.

And of course, the way you used your gifts to show affection, the rather physical displays of love, wrapping your arms around her several times, or the literal hearts in your eyes when you see her.

She didn't like such affection around other, but when alone, she just ate it up.

And while she'd beat any other shmuck to death for it, she loved the cartoonist wolf whistles you give her.

She came to like your eccentricities, the comedic and occasionally annoying whacky actions often getting a smile from the girl.

And your romance could be... strained. It could be strained at times, but she really did love you.

And when you did piss her off, she could always run you over with a steam roller, the girl content afterwards, you just sticking your thumb into your mouth and re-inflating yourself. The two of you moving on like nothing happened.