Also That Lil Goat Was The Most Precious, Pure, Angelic Being In All Of Creation And I Am SO PROUD OF

Also that lil goat was the most precious, pure, angelic being in all of creation and I am SO PROUD OF THEM.

Mun's fave thing abt Blitzo?

He's kind of dumb. I mean, he can be quite intelligent, but Blitz is also just an absolute disaster in so many ways. He can make ridiculous choices and gestures, and to him they really do seem like the right thing to do, but he doesn't really think them through. His decision-making skills pretty much developed while he was in a survival mindset, and so even when things are safer or more secure in his life, he often debates and decides out of that place without even realizing it.

I mean I also love his dumb face and his purry sounds and his window-nose-peeking and his bravado and braggadocio, I basically love everything about him. His resilience. His strength. His no good very bad reactions to things. I adore this damn character and have no regrets.

"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

Blitz was overjoyed when Moxxie full-on tackled him like that, diving fearlessly into the fray, and he clung right back. The playfighting was maybe a little silly, considering neither of them would ever actually try to hurt the other--the scratching and biting was all harmless, the rolling and tussling was just fun, and Blitz was always mindful of his horns. His tail went right around Moxxie in return, and he laughed and swore and panted as they became an impish tornado, rolling down the alley in a chaotic blur.

By the time they made it to the next sidewalk over, they ran into someone--or someone ran into them. The being was a Goetia, tall and stately, with iridescent green-blue feathers that hugged close to his body like scales... and black eyes. Deep, endless voids. When the two imps fetched up against him, he stopped walking and looked down at them in bemusement.

"Two prominent members of the local imp population, brawling in the dirt?" he mused, before offering each of them a hand up. "I suppose this particular city is well-named. I trust this is a friendly scuffle?"

Surprised, Blitz took the asshole's hand and stood, only reluctantly letting go of Moxxie. "Damn right. Anyone ever actually tries to hurt him, they gotta deal with me. The fuck do you want, Vepar?"

"Ah, you remember me!"

"Hard to forget."

Vepar smiled, then looked over at Moxxie. "I heard a rumor that it is your birthday," he said, because this thread could totally be time-shifted to take place on his birthday, right? Totally a thing. "May you have a very pleasant day, sir." He actually bowed to Moxxie, a graceful little move that looked sincere, despite very possibly being mockery.

Blitz narrowed his eyes, unable to tell which it was, unsure how to feel about this whole thing. But it wasn't his choice to make. Moxxie was a grown-ass man, smarter than Blitz was, and could decide for himself how he felt about this dude talking to him.

Moxxie sped after Blitzo, dodging the obstacle and keeping his eye on the other imp with some difficultly but once he tapped into his 'zoomie' mode there was no stopping him. He saw Blitzo disappear into his hiding spot and realized he had lost his vision of him but knew he would be able to find him if he stayed focus so he remained full-speed ahead, even zipping right between two bigger demons who jumped back in shock at the sight of the red blur that barely touched the ground.

When he reached the dumpster, his small hooves pattered across the cement as he searched the area for Blitzo. Blitzo shooting out from hiding to attack his ankles was almost fully expected, so Moxxie let out a playful bleat, pretending to be more surprised than he was. And he dropped to the ground so he could tangle into a play-fight with his friend, the way a cat would cling on to their playmate. His tail wrapped around Blitzo's waist to hold him into place and he returned the ankle chomp with a playful headbutt, locking his horns with Blitzo's. He wasn't the rough and tumble type so he didn't apply much force to the headbutt but it was enough to mimic the kind of playfighting cats do. He also had to be careful not to actually headbutt Blitzo, lest he give a goat-like sparing hit.

Maybe this was a mistake. Instinct kept demanding that it was a mistake, that it had to be a mistake, that going to talk to her tonight was only going to end badly for both of them--but that same instinct, Blitz knew, was born out of way too many years of just trying to survive, way too many years of always being at odds with the world, always fighting the world. But now? He didn't want to fight anymore. At least, not against anyone--and not against Vizzy. But damn if the imp wouldn't fight for her... which meant, terrifyingly, that he had to fight himself and his own damn impulses to run.

Dressed simply tonight, in comfortable jeans and a tight but torn white sleeveless top, Blitz didn't entirely blend in as well as he should have, but he still drew a few lingering glances and touches. He ignored all of them, focused on just weaving his way through the crowd to get to her--and trying, desperately fucking trying, to figure out out what the fuck he was going to say to her. Hey girl, you dying inside? Hey babe, what's up, I noticed you looked too long at the abyss and now it's caught you, what's up? Viz, sexy badass, totally still just a fling, I'm worried you're gonna disappear inside yourself one of these days and not going to be able to reach you, so what the fuck, we need to talk? Not really great conversation starters, any of them...

Especially considering that recently, it almost felt like she was suddenly putting the brakes on, suddenly pulling away from him. Which, fuck, Blitz could respect that, he could understand it, and he would respect it--if he didn't get the feeling that for Vizzy, right now, doing that was a form of self-harm. There was something in her eyes, some ache, some kind of loneliness, that if Blitz didn't at least try to reach out and offer a connection for, he was one shit-fuck of a boyfriend. Not to mention, he had seen that beautiful photo on her phone, a moment of love frozen in time and--and what? Held captive by pain? By ghosts and memories? The woman who had been with Viz in the photograph, a Sinner named Dhallia, wasn't around anymore. And not just not around as in not seeing Vizzy, but not around as in, Blitz had used I.M.P's resources to seek this woman out and there just wasn't any sign that she was still alive.

There was, unfortunately, every sign she was dead. And if she was dead, and something to do with that death was fucking Viz up and she was suffering alone? And that was why she was pulling away?

Blitz couldn't let her leap. Not alone.

If she jumped, he would jump with her.

That much was already a given.

He was hers until she told him not to be, and he was going to take that fucking seriously, for once in his life, and be the lover his person deserved.

So although his head was a mess by the time he made it to her, Blitz's heart was sure of this course, at least, and that was something. He walked up to her, gently cupped the back of her head with one muscular hand, and kissed her--slow, loving, but not long enough, not nearly long enough, at least not for him. But the kind of kisses Blitz wanted with her maybe weren't the kind she wanted right now, and he had to respect that.

"Hey, babe." Blitz straddled her lap, resting his wrists on her shoulders. "Working too hard? Or hardly working?"

I love you. Fuck. I'm not going to lose you to depression or trauma or whatever else is happening. If you choose to let me go, that's one thing, but I'm not gonna lose you to the darkness, Viz. Whatever it takes.

Blitz's eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness, but they were focused only on her. However many people might be in there dancing, drinking, and playing away the pain, Blitz saw only one person. Right now, there could be no one else.

(Angsty starter for @doublejango because I have literally ZERO impulse control. X_X -- It was a busy night down at Kingdom Cum, drinks flowing freely and gyrating bodies covering the dance floor and the performance stage alike. Cigarette smoke swirled through the air like church incense and the dark sensuality of the heavy pulsing beats filled the club with an especially vibrant energy that was felt by all. All but one. The club owner, herself, sat at a private booth with an ashtray and half a mai tai on the table in front of her as she watched the throng of partying patrons with a hollow gaze. Even as she sat there in her beloved establishment, surrounded by all the things she loved and had worked so hard to achieve, her mind was miles away--it had all started out so damned simple. Harmless fun, a companion she could turn to when she needed a physical release, be it rampant violence or a heated tussle in the sheets. It had been so uncomplicated and freeing ... until it wasn't. It had been a subtle, insidious little thing at first. Laughing at all his stupid jokes, texting and calling throughout the day about more than just partying and fucking ... and before long, he was occupying her thoughts all the damned time, from the moment she awoke until her head touched the pillow each night. It was all too familiar in the way that he made her feel warm and safe--a paradise that had already been poisoned once before by her own failures. Never again ... she could never risk getting that close again. And yet, as she tried to gently pull away, Visage found herself reeling with the realization of how hard and painful it was to re-establish that emotional distance between them. No matter how much she tried to withdraw, she still found herself instinctively reaching out for him, a yearning that made her chest ache. And the very thought of causing Blitz pain by pushing him away was an unthinkable agony that she couldn't even consider inflicting upon him. The line had become so damned blurred ... but she didn't have it in her to cut him off completely and return to the solitude. What the fuck, then, was she supposed to do...? Well, she was going to need to figure it out sooner rather than later, because unbeknownst to the morose Overlord, a familiar imp was already making his way through the crowd towards her table...

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.