Dancing In The Rain

Dancing in the rain ❤️

"I can sorry the fuck outta people! Just you watch! I sorried Fizz so hard he cried! And I can sorry more people, everyone but you! 'Cause I don't owe you dick!"

HELLUVA BOSS 2.09 - Apology Tour

For the totally real meme of 'ask for headcanons on what if our muses were married....'

Who sleeps in later, Blitz or Stolas? Which one of them instigates board game night with friends, and then which of them accidentally (or not) shifts that into D&D night? What is Stolas's favorite memory of the wedding?

DJ, thank you, I love you. This is adorable! ☆

IF OUR MUSES WERE MARRIED ; HEADCANON EDITION !

Who sleeps in later?

90% of the time, it's probably Blitz! Running your own business is one hell of a job and leaves you extra sleepy! Also, rising early and sleeping late is natural for Stolas. There are times, however, where they unexpectedly swap and surprise each other! I like to think Stolas enjoys making breakfast and preparing coffee and tea. He's very much a routine kind of person!

Which one of them instigates board game night with friends, and which one accidentally (or not) shifts that into D&D?

Stolas initiates board game night, but it's Blitz who invites Millie, Moxxie, Fizz, and others! Stolas invites Verosika, and depending on relationships, others (ex; my Stolas is building a friendship with Charlie rn, so he'd invite her at some point). BLITZ changes that to D&D, Stolas is confused and alarmed at first but then becomes WAY too invested/dramatic with it.

What is Stolas' favorite memory of the wedding?

The entire thing. Not even the wedding — the asking. The confirmation, the wanting. The "Will you marry me?" The "I want to be with you forever." But if he has to pick — feeding Blitz cake.

"What in Hell would possess you to neuter yourself?"

Putting this one under a cut and adding a trigger warning for SA & trauma:

"My father sold me like, multiple fucking times when I was a child. And a teenager. And maybe you don't know about the whole birds and the bees thing, but let me tell you, when you're not a willing fucking participant and years later someone tells you oh yeah, remember that one time? Yeah I had a kid. What do you mean what happened to him, I dumped his ass in the Pit. Kind of inspires you to just never--

"I don't--

"I don't want to father any more children. Even the fucking thought of it..." Blitz frowned and shook his head, looking out the window for a long, long time before he finally looked back at Parak. "What happened to me wasn't a one and done thing where it just traumatizes you one fucking time and then you get to forget it. That shit? Never is. For any of us. But when there's a fucking kid involved? It hurts. Every time you think about it. It just... fuck. I don't--

"My kid is almost twenty-two. He's fourteen years younger than me. And every time I think about it, I remember all the shit I didn't want. The fucking hands. The smug look on my dad's fucking face when I'd come home." Blitz looked the same as ever--tense and relaxed at once, angry and careless--but his hands were in tight fists where he had them tucked in against his chest, and his breathing was a little shallower, tighter. Controlled--too controlled. Controlled, because if he didn't keep himself together, he'd fall the fuck apart whenever this shit came up, and Blitz was tired of that. He was so tired of a monster from the past still being able to affect him now. It was bullshit. It always had been and it always would be--

But it being bullshit didn't erase the scars or ease the worst part of it all, the part he could never bring himself to vocalize to anyone: the shame. The deep, choking sense of shame, as if it was somehow his fault, as if it always had been. Logic couldn't ease that shame away. Knowing it wasn't his fault couldn't make it feel any less embarrassing, any less humiliating. So, his face burned, his stomach felt tight, and his heart felt like it was stuttering, but he just kept his gaze fixed out the window.

[context for curious readers who didn't pick it up in his headcanon posts, but Blitz had a vasectomy a long, long time ago, and has no plans to ever reverse it. it's not something he is open to negotiating on, and i as a roleplayer will not be playing any "accidents" happening. Blitz still uses condoms, every time.]

A certain owl is going to pepper Blitz's face in soft and fleeting kisses! The final one landing right in the middle of his forehead upon his marking! And then he will retreat back to his tasks.

Blitz batted playfully at the first few kisses, then laughed and closed his eyes and turned his face up to them--without even realizing he had also stretched his body up as much as he could and was standing on the tips of his hooves, trying to get as close to Stolas's kisses as possible.

When Stolas relented and retreated, Blitz didn't bother actually returning to what he himself had been doing. Instead, he flopped down onto the ground, tucked his arms and legs in, and started wiggling around, scratching his back on the floor without a single fucking regret. Stolas was the only other one here, and Stolas? Stolas was allowed to see him without any walls or pretensions. The kiss peppering had been so fucking sweet, and left the imp a little over-stimulated; getting some scritches out like that helped.

That done, he relaxed, flopped onto his side, and gave a big, contented sigh as he just watched Stolas with adoring eyes.

Do you have any Helloween plans? Parties? Maybe a costume? 🎃

From the mun: I do! Am going on two short trips leading up to it. One will be a day trip that starts with something whimsical and ends with something borderline brutal, one will probably be the most miserable overnight trip I've done in a long time because the location that time of year is just like ah yes you wanted Expert Mode, right? I'm stoked for both. Am also going to a private burlesque event, which is always a lot of fun. Then on Halloween itself I will probably be hidden somewhere in the dark, playing spooky music on a flute, hoping to inspire a nightmare or two xD

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For Blitz:

"You mean am I going back to Verosika's annual Fuck Blitzo party?" he asked. The words left a bitter taste in his mouth and he had to resist the urge to growl, clenching his fists. "Fuck that. I'm going to go get a shit ton of candy, a slingshot, and run around on Earth launching at at those little fuckers. Humans want their sweet crack? Snickers, or Starburst, or whatever? They gotta catch it."

He probably wasn't really going to go run around in the living world on Halloween and he knew it. So, after a moment, Blitz huffed, folded his arms, and leaned his head back with a quiet, warm little chuckle. "Nah. Fuck the living world. I'm going on a BDSM club crawl. Already signed up and everything. Sounds like it's gonna be a pretty fancy event this year, and I'm kinda looking forward to it.

"How 'bout you, Keenie? What are you up to?"