Headcanon: Blitzo Loves Being Picked Up

headcanon: blitzo loves being picked up

Obviously, if he doesn't like you, he doesn't want to be picked up. But if you're someone he halfway likes or trusts, and you pick him up? He's going to physically curl up like a scruffed kitten, while on the inside he'll relax. He really, really likes it. He doesn't even need to be cradled all tenderly or anything--you can hold him at arm's length and he'll enjoy it.

He might be a little weird, but would anyone expect anything well-adjusted or not weird from him?

(He will not admit this, though. Ever. To anyone).

Rewatched 'Western Energy' and I was thinking Blitz sure would have left in that same van they rushed Stolas to the hospital in, huh?

"Why yes, yes I am, beautiful," Blitzo replied without missing a beat. "I'm Blitzo. The O is silent--but for you," he purred, twining his tail loosely up Asmodeus's leg, "I could make an exception to that rule."

Totally acceptable pickup line, right?

He had been looking around for his mark, and for a second there was sure he'd spotted them, but then the big dang chicken was there. Tall, muscular, feathery, flaming, fuck, what was there not to love? And he even smelled good. God damn it. Of course Asmodeus was stupidly attractive, the imp knew, but knowing absolutely did not equate to experiencing that first hand...

Maybe the murder could wait a while. It wasn't time-sensitive, from what he understood, it was just petty. Why not focus on this handsome chunk of artwork standing in front of him?

"So. Nice party. Good speech up there. You've got a really masterful presence. Really good at captivating attention--you've certainly got mine, Daddy."

@doublejango closed starter

Throughout this entire day he felt nothing but stressed, getting ready for the launch party that was tonight. Asmodeus got up early that morning to be able to start getting things ready to go. He had a lot to do today. Now that it was getting closer to the party he felt like he could finally relax a little. Everything had already been checked on to make sure it was good to go, so he shouldn't have to worry about anything going wrong.

After getting dressed up, he was ready to head out to the party. He was in an outfit that hid some of his hair, looking a little bit more laid back and casual. As he arrived, he noticed that people were starting to flood in. A smile on his face as he already began to make his rounds amongst the others. Thanking them for coming.

Eventually he made his way up to the podium so that he could give his speech. After that was finished, people were free to continue to dance and have a good time. While making his way down from the stage, he wasn't expecting to run into a familiar imp. "Oh, you're um Blitz right?" Asmodeus asked as he looked down at the other. He remembered hearing that name from his business partner.

This moment. This face. This is when I fell unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Blitzo. He is the worst employer ever, but wow, wow, I love this character and his dumb face and his dumb brain and his dumb lines and just. He's great. "Daddy likey dummy!" Like?? He said that and I lost it and am now eternally in love with this show.

"Baby," Blitz purred without missing a beat, "I know I can." He caught Ozzie's hand, turned it over, and pressed a kiss into his palm, looking up with a wink. "The only question is, how do you want to be handled? Because I can think of a few ways to... shall we say, ruin your night in the best way possible?"

This was ridiculous. Asmodeus was going to throw him out and have him banned from ever getting within a hundred feet of him again, but shit, why not try? It wasn't often that one got to be this close to the embodiment of Lust, and while Asmodeus might not be trying to use any sort of active persuasion, he certainly had an aura around him. He was appealing. There was something calming and reassuring about Ozzie, mixed in with his inherent seductive energy.

"You ever let anyone take charge with you, handsome? Job like yours, you must be stressed all the time. Tired. You ever let someone help you..." Blitz hesitated just long enough to make this both cheesy and playful, before he grinned, "relax?"

This was a dangerous line to walk, with a dangerous man, but the imp was loving every minute.

To be quite honest, he wasn't sure how to react. He's had many others flirt with him sure. But normally it took them a bit, instead of just jumping right into it. His facial expression changed, looking around as the other used his tail to twine around his leg. However, his cheeks still flushed slightly at the action. "That-That's okay, I can still refer to you as Blitz."

Besides he had a long day getting ready for this shindig. So, why not let the smaller imp flirt with him a bit? Maybe he'd even flirt back, eventually. But for now, he was just going to let the other go on about him for a second.

It wasn't his fault that others found him so attractive anyway. He was the sin of lust after all. Better of him to use his own abilities. He glances at the other a small chuckle escaping his lips. He leans down closer to the smaller demon. Using his finger to lift up his chin slightly.

"Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Though do you really think that you could handle me?"

Blitz was looking down as Fizzarolli rightfully called him out on just diving into emotional things, and so he saw the tail. He listened to every word, and each of them found their mark, little thorns that dug in towards the heart. He heard, but what he saw, what he understood, was Fizz's tail. Wrapped up around his feet, just like he always did as a child when he was uncomfortable, when he was unsure.

How much courage must it take, how much kindness, for Fizz to be able to say he wanted to be friends, when he clearly didn't even want to be in this conversation? But he did say it, and those words hit harder than all the read. Blitzo looked up again, meeting his eyes. For once, he himself was without his mask: he didn't look smug, he didn't look like he was about to say something crude. He didn't look full of shit. Blitzo looked sincere and open--vulnerable, maybe.

"I want to make it work too, man. Like... I really want that. A lot. You were maybe the best part of my life, you know? And then I fucked it up. And I keep fucking it up and don't deserve to be in your life. But... however we can make this work? Let's try." Easier said than done, he knew. He scratched at a horn uncomfortably, looking down again. "Not that I uh, know how to start. I don't really... um... do things with people anymore. Friend things. Anything emotional, really." Fuck, this hurt to admit. It was humiliating, and he damn well wouldn't tell anyone else any of this. Only Fizz. He owed Fizz his honesty, his vulnerability.

"I don't really know how to do this? But I want to learn. So if you... I mean, you and Ozzy are in love, right? So maybe you can tell me. How the fuck does someone just... make things work with another person? Not because they have to, but because they want to?" Blitzo's golden eyes were wide, although still downcast; how did adults with a lifetime of baggage between them even begin a friendship?

Fizz just arched a brow at Blitz's comment about sparkles. "I mean sure. Those fits perfectly in performances, brings much more color in them" he replied, still wondering why Blitz was acting so weird. The more he kept throwing questions and such at the jester, he just stood there with rather confused expression on his fac. Which soon was repliced by a wince. Indeed why did he bring up Fizz's body. Sure he had kinda used to it since his fans were one of the dedicated weirdos in all across hell, but the fact that Mammon was brought along.. Fizz couldn't help but to look down quickly before fixing his eye contact with Blitz again.

He didn't look fat right? Mammon had ruined his body image forever and Fizz didn't do well if anyone ever said anything out loud. And then it all took even more weird turn. Blitz said a thing Fizz didn't want to hear. I mean he did but still did not! Miss him? A feeling that Fizz had during their time apart. Of course he also felt betrayed by his childhood best friend, and how much it hurt for not being able to see him. It all made Fizz so bitter, and the fact that he still couldn't just forget, to let go!

Fizz curled his palms into fists, taking a deep inhale before letting it out again. "You can't just dump things on someone like that" the usual happy smiling Fizz was suddenly all so serious. All this was just a huge mess which was not easy to untangle. Their history together did not go hand-in-hand on how things were in this current time line, at least not for Fizz.

There was a silence between the two, Fizz looked away as he wrapped tail around his feet, something he had always done when he felt uncomfortable. "I miss you too. And the old times when things were bit more-... you know not so difficult and weird between us" at least for Fizz the time in the Imp Circus was one of the best times in his life. Sure because he got to perform to people but also he had met Blitz. All the shit they did together it was something he still cherished for the day.

"But...I'm willing to still be friends with you-... only if it's ok with you. To make it work! For both of us!"