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@rodeoimp
"ARE YOU AFRAID TO LOVE PEOPLE, BLITZY?"
est 05/08/24 -- loved & adored by nico !!
INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE (HIGHLY SELECTIVE) CANON-COMPLIANT BLITZØ BUCKZO OF HELLUVA BOSS.
RULES. MUN.
AFFILIATED WITH @regnantminerva &&. @salicxty .
Okay guys we’ve seen that blitzø climbs up and around Loona sometimes so do we think that when him and Stolas get official and happy he’ll climb on Stolas??
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- "but i'm curious." the imp presses on, tail starting to swish behind him again. "c'mon. i deserve to know. it is me you're thinking about."
there are two wolves inside of blitz right now. one wants to turn this starkly into something far less pure, and the other one is content to linger here a little bit longer.
the first one is clearly winning as his hands start exploring again.
"can't be too bad. can it?"
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- "the fact that you even attempt to listen to what she says is impressive." blitz's hands are back on the owl's hips, thumbs rubbing firm circles against the divots in his hipbones. he's not even really aware of what he's doing -- he's basically just using stolas to fidget.
"good you got to see via, at least." he draws the tips of his claws gently up stolas' sides, just light a touch enough to disrupt the feathers so he can smooth them back out.
"waitin' for me?" blitz's grin begins to grow a bit smug. "you see me once a month, and you can always call."
he doesn't always answer, but. stolas can always call. if he leaves a voicemail, blitz always listens. and saves them. he has so many voicemails from stolas on his phone.
"kind of cute to think of you just sitting around and thinking of me, though. makes me wonder what other things you do when you're alone and thinkin' of me."
he can't be normal; sorry, stolas.
“it’s like deciphering hieroglyphics.”
he scoffed before feeling those fingers (claws) up against his sides. he can’t be normal either, but at least they have a mutual understanding of that.
… he also texts, but it’s not always that blitz answers those.
“i think many a things, blitz… not just naughty ones, you know.”
--- yeah, he can only imagine.
the sentence makes his shoulders tense, only marginally. naughty thoughts are what he's good at.
"yeah, like what?" blitz asks, his voice coming out a little bit timidly. his hands stop, resting just gently against his back.
his tail moves to curl around stolas' waist, keeping him close.
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- "the fact that you even attempt to listen to what she says is impressive." blitz's hands are back on the owl's hips, thumbs rubbing firm circles against the divots in his hipbones. he's not even really aware of what he's doing -- he's basically just using stolas to fidget.
"good you got to see via, at least." he draws the tips of his claws gently up stolas' sides, just light a touch enough to disrupt the feathers so he can smooth them back out.
"waitin' for me?" blitz's grin begins to grow a bit smug. "you see me once a month, and you can always call."
he doesn't always answer, but. stolas can always call. if he leaves a voicemail, blitz always listens. and saves them. he has so many voicemails from stolas on his phone.
"kind of cute to think of you just sitting around and thinking of me, though. makes me wonder what other things you do when you're alone and thinkin' of me."
he can't be normal; sorry, stolas.
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- the small noises make blitz bite back a little smile. that's so -- endearing. god, stolas is cute, when blitz can pull his head out of his own ass long enough to admit it.
sex is a bonus, huh? he supposes he can agree with that, though its not like they'd have become this close at all were it not for it.
stolas sinks to his knees, and blitz blinks before just letting his hands drift up as stolas moves down -- they wind up against his back, near the royal's shoulders.
the kisses have him shifting in place and flicking his tail a bit more. he likes the attention. likes it quite a lot. he leans forward to bump his cheek against stolas' head gently, as he had before. a gentle, affectionate head-butt.
and then presses a very brief, very gentle kiss to his cheek. for good measure.
oh, yeah, he’s so content with this. the short kiss to his face causes him to blush and fluff up yet again, tail feathers spreading out on display. his own hands remain against blitz’s sides, resting at his hips.
“have you any news for me?”
he asks softly.
“how is your business? your daughter? you?”
--- the little splay of his tail feathers has blitz giving a few little snickers. it reminds him of those birds that show off their feathers to attract mates.
lucky for stolas, he seems to be fine in that department. blitz is already here, and he doesn't plan on going anywhere. things are... easy right now. they're good.
news? the imp hums, tugging his head away from stolas' to gaze into big red eyes. "business is boomin'." he says with a wide grin. "y'know how many bitches i fuckin' murked just in the past three days? loonie's fine, too -- think she's been hangin' out with some hellhound shitasses the past month or so. she seems to like it. apartment feels kinda empty without her some nights, though."
he gets bored, so his hands start wandering again. they trail along stolas' back, against his spine, down towards his ass again and then back up when he can't quite reach. they linger against his hips, brushing against his outer thighs.
he's basically petting him. he's soft.
"what about you, my blueblood bigshot? you up to anything that isn't reading or rubbing elbows?"
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- the small noises make blitz bite back a little smile. that's so -- endearing. god, stolas is cute, when blitz can pull his head out of his own ass long enough to admit it.
sex is a bonus, huh? he supposes he can agree with that, though its not like they'd have become this close at all were it not for it.
stolas sinks to his knees, and blitz blinks before just letting his hands drift up as stolas moves down -- they wind up against his back, near the royal's shoulders.
the kisses have him shifting in place and flicking his tail a bit more. he likes the attention. likes it quite a lot. he leans forward to bump his cheek against stolas' head gently, as he had before. a gentle, affectionate head-butt.
and then presses a very brief, very gentle kiss to his cheek. for good measure.
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- huh? more valuable than a medal?
the imp blinks big wide eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow. "no i don't. i'm broke. what could i possibly own that's worth half a shit?" he says bluntly -- leave it to him to completely miss the mark. sorry, stolas, he's incredibly dense.
the last sentence makes his expression soften marginally. "wouldn't you get in trouble with... big... hell people if you called off cause of your little imp fuckboy?" he shrugs a shoulder. not that he cares -- an excuse to stay with stolas is fine by him, even if he feels the inherent need to fight him on it just a little bit so he doesn't come across as easy.
that tail keeps swaying gently, side to side. content and relaxed, despite his words.
oh. perhaps he should have been expecting blitz to not… catch that.
“ah, no! i can simply reschedule for another time! not a big deal at all, really!”
his feathers ruffle and he tucks his beak down against the imp’s head, pecking at him a bit.
“besides, none of my duties are as important as my favorite imp.”
--- the slight puff of his feathers has blitz grinning a little. it's cute. he looks like a fluffy, puffed baby chick, or something. instinctively, a hand comes up to press at the ruffled feathers, smoothing them.
the little pecks make his tail almost wag -- betraying his little scoff. he's really bad at playing it nonchalant, it would seem.
the words only sweeten the deal, but he manages a half-assed roll of his eyes. "i'd hope i was your favorite. no other bitch can dick you down the way i can -- that's a proven fact."
it isn't, but he'll pretend it is. makes him feel better.
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- huh? more valuable than a medal?
the imp blinks big wide eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow. "no i don't. i'm broke. what could i possibly own that's worth half a shit?" he says bluntly -- leave it to him to completely miss the mark. sorry, stolas, he's incredibly dense.
the last sentence makes his expression soften marginally. "wouldn't you get in trouble with... big... hell people if you called off cause of your little imp fuckboy?" he shrugs a shoulder. not that he cares -- an excuse to stay with stolas is fine by him, even if he feels the inherent need to fight him on it just a little bit so he doesn't come across as easy.
that tail keeps swaying gently, side to side. content and relaxed, despite his words.
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
not that he really even minds those hands there. it’s something typical from his imp. something normal.
the smile stayed the same as a hand went to rest between those curled horns, gently stroking with delicate fingers, as to not startle or cause him to move away.
“well, you know i’m always happy when you decide to drop by.”
stolas hummed pleasantly, leaning his head down to peck a gentle kiss against blitzø’s forehead.
@rodeoimp
--- the gentle hand has his eyelids lidding halfway, and he exhales a slow, deep breath out. as if stolas was rubbing away his tension entirely.
his own hands stay planted on his ass. it's easy. it's what's expected.
"look at me, local hero, makin' big birds happy on a whim." he quips out, allowing his eyes to fully close as he mentally soaks this in, lets himself relish in the warmth of stolas' body. "i basically deserve a medal."
the kiss has his eyelids fluttering back open, and he tips his head up to rest his chin against stolas so his eyes can gaze up at his face. his tail swishes behind him.
"you got any fancy-ass plans i'm crashing by being here?"
;; gah i am still here i swear!!!! anxiety holding me back </3
;; psssst. stolas'. hmu... let's plot...
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can't stop thinking about you even when i try. ❜ ❛ every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat. ❜ ❛ i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there. ❜ ❛ do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else? ❜ ❛ i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how much you truly mean to me. ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us? ❜ ❛ sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you. ❜ ❛ i had a lot of dreams about you recently. ❜ ❛ somehow, you're always on my mind. ❜ ❛ i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met. ❜ ❛ my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go. ❜ ❛ all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it. ❜ ❛ you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve. ❜ ❛ every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love? ❜ ❛ i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need. ❜ ❛ will we ever get another chance together? ❜ ❛ you were the best thing that's ever happened to me. ❜ ❛ my biggest regret is ever letting you go. ❜ ❛ i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped. ❜ ❛ when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see. ❜ ❛ every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message. ❜ ❛ i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me. ❜ ❛ it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to. ❜ ❛ i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back. ❜ ❛ i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms. ❜ ❛ hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me. ❜ ❛ there's so much i wish i was able to tell you. ❜ ❛ i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine. ❜ ❛ i miss the way you always made me smile. ❜ ❛ you're the reason i keep holding on. ❜ ❛ maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how i feel about you. ❜ ❛ i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine. ❜ ❛ i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you? ❜ ❛ my heart belongs to you, always and forever. ❜ ❛ my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost. ❜ ❛ i've been thinking about us a lot lately. ❜
--- well, this was fucking terrifying.
blitzø's boot taps against the floor of his van as his leg bounces wildly, and he stares forward at the little restaurant they'd chosen as a location to . . . "catch-up".
catch-up felt like the world's lightest word. they were dancing around the elephant in the room -- they'd already talked about it, sure; they'd kind of made-up for it . . . but the guilt boils in blitzø's chest like hot oil. he feels like he could burst into flames at any minute.
his hands grip the steering wheel, gently patting it to the beat of whatever old rock song was playing. he's trying to hype himself up. he thinks he saw fizz walk in, like, five minutes ago -- he needs to go. he shouldn't keep him waiting (again).
"fuuuuck . . ." the imp mutters, running a hand down his face. "okay, blitzø. you got this. you're good, you're fuckin' . . . cool as shit. you can do this. don't be an asshole."
the little pep talk doesn't seem to help much as he opens the door and hops out of the van on extremely shaky feet.
inhale. exhale.
okay.
he's headed into the restaurant, shouldering open the door and immediately spotting the colorful jester at a table. if they lock eyes, he's giving a little wave and nod of his head as he makes his way over. he's trying his best to seem so nonchalant, as if he's not dying internally this very moment.
"hey." he says as he sits down in front of him. he immediately fights the urge to fidget and squirm from the uncomfortable heat of guilt and anxiety. "you come here often?"
he truly, truly doesn't mean for it to come out like that. he backtracks quickly. "the restaurant, i mean -- you suggested it. what's good?"
he's a fucking wreck.
like, more than usual.
- - -
closed plotted starter // @peppy-jester
--- he had meant what was good on the menu. but he's sure as shit not gonna tell him that; not when blitzø is soaking up every word like it's a goddamn soap opera on tv.
but he doesn't act that interested -- well, he doesn't act uninterested -- he toes a fine line between acting as though his very being and sanity is hanging on fizz's every word, but he doesn't want to seem like a total asshole or like he isn't listening.
his eyes stay fixed on the tablecloth, and his clawed fingers aimlessly fidget; he rights the napkin and plate, then drums his fingers against the table.
the comment about having nightmares of striker makes the imp's tail lash behind him briefly and swiftly; the way a cat would, if annoyed or provoked. the image of striker grabbing fizz through the bars plays in blitzø's head like a looping record.
he wants to kill that son of a bitch, so badly. for fizz and for stolas both. and for his own sake.
blitzø really, really hates being betrayed.
he wipes the anger off his being as quick as it shows, going back to listening intently (but trying so hard to play it cool nonetheless) as fizz keeps talking.
ugh. mammon. he hates that motherfucker.
to be fair, he hates all royals equally (for...the most part). but mammon exploiting fizz has always pissed him off. he doesn't know how bad it is; he's never exactly been able to see behind the scenes, but... mammon is the king of greed. he figures it can't be great.
doesn't have time for anger to flicker over his being again before his original question is answered anyways; burgers, huh? somehow, that checks out. fizz seems like a burgers guy.
what about him? what's he been doing?
"ooh, haha . . ."
dear god. what a hard question to answer.
i've been great! aside from being miserable everyday -- you get nightmares too, huh? me too! but mine are filled with fire, smoke, my mother's burning face, the crushing guilt of fucking a royal and knowing he's falling in love with shitty, broken ass me; leaving you behind and not knowing if you survived, couple broken promises and regrettable decisions -- make it a lot of broken promises and regrettable decisions . . . glad the decade-and-some-change have treated you well! i've been basically fucking dying!
buuuut he can't say that. so he just forces a bit of an anxious, awkward grin. "i have been . . . so great!" was that too forced? that sounded kinda forced. "really, it's been fine. got a good business going, guess i'm startin' to make a bit of a name for myself, which is cool. keeps clients at a steadier stream; i'm actually able to pay my employees more times than not, now!"
that last part is . . . kind of a joke. mostly.
"uh, i got a daughter. can you believe it, fizz? i'm a daddy -- but, like, literal. she's great, real kick-ass; her name's loona, she's a hellhound, and my receptionist."
and then he goes quiet. it's really hard to talk about yourself when you hate . . . everything about yourself. he's already deflected once to his employees and once to his daughter -- and starting i.m.p. and adopting loona are his only two accomplishments that he deems good. that he feels he can be somewhat proud of.
he's got nothing else.
so he just offers another smile -- it's a bit smaller, a bit more strained. he was afraid of this. he was afraid he was bound to start spiraling upon spending some alone time with fizz -- because the jester is just as stunning as he remembered in vivid detail. he's really come into himself, he's . . . flourished these past fifteen years. the only scars the jester bears are physical.
blitzø's are mental. and they're not scars, they're open fucking wounds. any little reminder aggravates them, makes him bleed all over again.
his hands are shaking. so he slips them underneath the table, on his lap.
"burgers, huh?" he says, quickly changing the topic before he loses his shit. "i can't remember the last time i had a burger that wasn't, like, really shitty. but shitty in the good way -- shitty in the closing-my-arteries type of way, but you still eat the whole thing. alright, you've sold me. we're both gettin' burgers."
and maybe either a couple shots or at the very least some fucking wine. he needs to chill.
"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
so how long are you going to avoid me?
we should really talk about it.
can we just clear the air?
sit down for a second and talk to me.
i wish you would just look at me for two seconds.
explain to me how that happened.
you handled that a lot better than i expected.
when were you going to tell me the truth about that?
i think it's time we started being honest with one another.
it doesn't do us any good to stay quiet.
you told me you'd tell me the truth. i'm still waiting.
i was hoping for some answers.
what more do you need to hear?
i saw what you did.
when did this start happening?
start from the beginning.
that was a little abrupt.
when did you learn how to do that?
so... that's new.
they called you [title]. why did they call you that?
is there something you're not telling me?
i'd like to discuss what happened between us.
this is going to be really awkward, i'm sure.
when did they start taking orders from you?
who died and made you king?
i missed the part where that was my problem.
you could have given me a heads up.
so... we're just not going to address that?
i saw what happened.
that could have been worse.
you made a mockery of them.
i appreciate what you did for me back there.
you didn't have to stand up for me, and yet you did.
how long have you been planning that?
i think it's about time i was included in these discussions.
you know i could have helped with that.
you got a little scary back there.
i was so certain they were going to kill us.
where'd you learn to pull a stunt like that?
did that really just happen?
i owe you my life.
give me a heads up next time.
you have more power than i thought.
so... is someone going to fill me in?
--- "yeah."
the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.
okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.
"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."
eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.
that's more than usual, anyhow.
- - -
@regnantminerva from here xx //
--- well, this was fucking terrifying.
blitzø's boot taps against the floor of his van as his leg bounces wildly, and he stares forward at the little restaurant they'd chosen as a location to . . . "catch-up".
catch-up felt like the world's lightest word. they were dancing around the elephant in the room -- they'd already talked about it, sure; they'd kind of made-up for it . . . but the guilt boils in blitzø's chest like hot oil. he feels like he could burst into flames at any minute.
his hands grip the steering wheel, gently patting it to the beat of whatever old rock song was playing. he's trying to hype himself up. he thinks he saw fizz walk in, like, five minutes ago -- he needs to go. he shouldn't keep him waiting (again).
"fuuuuck . . ." the imp mutters, running a hand down his face. "okay, blitzø. you got this. you're good, you're fuckin' . . . cool as shit. you can do this. don't be an asshole."
the little pep talk doesn't seem to help much as he opens the door and hops out of the van on extremely shaky feet.
inhale. exhale.
okay.
he's headed into the restaurant, shouldering open the door and immediately spotting the colorful jester at a table. if they lock eyes, he's giving a little wave and nod of his head as he makes his way over. he's trying his best to seem so nonchalant, as if he's not dying internally this very moment.
"hey." he says as he sits down in front of him. he immediately fights the urge to fidget and squirm from the uncomfortable heat of guilt and anxiety. "you come here often?"
he truly, truly doesn't mean for it to come out like that. he backtracks quickly. "the restaurant, i mean -- you suggested it. what's good?"
he's a fucking wreck.
like, more than usual.
- - -
closed plotted starter // @peppy-jester
