[ For @goetiiaprince, In Response To This Cute Af Moment ]

[ for @goetiiaprince, in response to this cute af moment ]

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"I don't know," Blitz hummed, looking up at him with adoring eyes, thankfully hidden behind those shades.

"From where I'm standing, there's something about you that no one else even comes close to having." Standing up straight for once, he was significantly taller than in his usual hunched posture, and didn't have to stretch his arm quite as high to reach up and hold Stolas's hand. Gentle as could be, because fuck, everything between them felt a little fragile these days, and like it all needed to be handled tenderly, he brushed his fingers along the inside of Stolas's much longer ones, then rubbed his cheek against his palm before letting go.

Blitz settled back down into his usual stance as they walked along, but he stayed close to Stolas--closer than necessary. Fuck, it felt good just to be near him, just to be together. He looked up at him every few steps, halfway expecting Stolas to just leave, preparing to beg him not to go. But Stolas was still there, and that meant... fuck. It meant a lot more than Blitz used to want to admit.

Used to.

But these days?

He reached out with his tail this time, and brushed it against Stolas's leg, glancing up again. "So, are you uh... Are you seeing anyone? You know, these days?"

Smooth, yeah. Real fuckin' smooth.

[ for @infxnatum - Eclipse did offer writing lessons, so.... ]

It had been a few weeks since Blitz last passed by that pretty blue bird, but the guy's offer was still playing in his head. That comment about writing lessons had probably been a jab, and most of Blitz wanted to resent it... but what if it wasn't? What if it was a genuine offer? What if this fucking bird was willing to sit down with him and help him get better at spelling, at writing?

The thought appealed. Not because he wanted to spend time with the guy, Blitz hardly knew him--even if Eclipse was intriguing and had some kind of delightfully spooky vibes--but because the thought of someone wanting to just help? It was so alien that it was fascinating, a thought the imp couldn't put down. He didn't know where to find the man, or even how to get back in contact--chucking that note at him in a diner had been a one-off opportunity--but this was Hell. It was, for all intents and purposes, a small town. Eventually, people always ran back in to each other.

Cheerful after a full day of killing--and very good killing, well done killing, especially an execution that had involved fire--Blitz was walking home, whistling. He felt good in his body, his mind was relatively clear--for him--and all of the grief and turmoil of recent days... well, it wasn't fixed, not really, and it never really would be, his heart was going to stay broken as long as Stolas was gone, but things felt better. Bearable.

So, in a relatively good mood, he immediately perked up when he caught a flash of ocean-y feathers up ahead.

"Hey! Fluffball!" Blitz darted up to the--yes! Fuck yeah, definitely Eclipse. "You heading off somewhere important, or can a guy waylay you for a few fuckin' minutes?"

cant believe this is the note we’re starting pride month with

Blowjobs and beaks don't usually mix well. Just a little warning for the imp

"Depends on who's got the beak," Blitz shot back with a filthy little grin, and a highly suggestive twitch of his tail. At least, that particular tail gesture was crude in imp culture, akin to putting one's fingers to their lips and tonguing between them, but Blitz didn't expect the stranger to know that.

"If you're worrying about Stolas, don't. That babe is talented. Course, if you're talking about someone like Eclipse or Parak..." Another tail twitch, this one at least slightly less salacious, and Blitz let out a dark little chuckle. "I'll take my chances."

Does the admin have any squicks?

Me? Out of character me, me me?

Yes. No. Kind of? I have squicks but not like to the point that it's a deal-breaker for me if someone does it. For example, I am highkey not into mpreg or omegaverse stuff, but have mutuals who enjoy them. Good for them! Their plot preferences are not my plot preferences, and that's okay.

I'm not big on pregnancy or breeding plots in general tbh. Which is, admittedly, part of why my version of Blitz has a very, very hard limit of absolutely not getting anyone pregnant. He won't do it. I'm just also really not interested in plots that revolve around child muses, especially if the child's existence (or baby's existence), is the entire plot.

So apparently my squick is anything related to children 😂 There we go.

how tf do you know so many birds

"I uh... you mean, like, how do I know... bird species? Like those fucking penguins and their bullshit language? Or like, know birds in Hell? Cause," fuck, why was he sweating? Blitz wiped at his forehead.

"Listen, fucker. Just cause I'm into horse shit doesn't mean I can't also like, really like birds. You fall in love with one gorgeous bird and suddenly that's it, they're all basically perfect and you love having them around and hearing their feathers rustle and like, like, fucking--birds of a fucking feather or something, alright?" Grumbling, he closed his sketchbook -- doodles of several smaller birds eating Paimon could clearly be seen -- and shoved it into a drawer.

"How do you not know so many birds? And what are you doing in my office? Here to steal my lemons, whore?"