#[musings] 「froggy flips」

[fizzarollitm]

.ok time to write down my own sex canons w fizz

After the accident he had some damage to his hips that needed to heal before he could even think about having sex. Even healed up, somedays penetration (topping or bottoming) is off the table because of his hips not cooperating. Thankfully, there's a lot of ways to slap bodies together!

Had some flings here and there (usually 3-6 months of fucking around) mostly to kill time. But, his fame grew, dating just became more of a chore than something he liked. Hard to hook up when the guy knows the ins and outs of your personal life while you barely remember his name. Called off dating shortly after he signed w Mammon; still had the odd hook-up when the right face caught his eye albeit now w NDA

ALTHOUGH once the Fizz-Bots released and he hit mainstream success, he stopped fucking around not wanting his nudes to leak or some scandal story to go out. He did his best to avoid fucking fans anyway but it hit a point where it was impossible and it wasn't worth the risk anymore.

Great timing to run into Ozzie which hello did he do something to him. Is pretty blunt, " You're hot, want to fuck me into your mattress. " Who says pick-up lines have to be more than that ? I think they started screwing around in the gap between Fizz-Bots release and him working @ Ozzies. Stands by that is not why he got the gig.

They had fun, romps around the Lust factory, trying new kinks, and for Fizzy better understanding his own sexuality and learning that hey sexual attraction is supposed to make you feel good! Something that has been foreign to him since he got famous/grew up with some real shit examples of attraction. Also the first time he felt romantic attraction since Blitz since dating was such a shit show. Lucky for him, the feelings were returned.

Ok fine his kinks are: Bondage, (light) pain play, gags, restraints (gen), Daddy Kink (picky), pet play, worship, service top, overstimulation, SIZE QUEEN, sensation play, princess, ownership (esp when topping), bruising/marks gen, Ozzie

[cutegirlmayra]

That Neo Metal x Amy piece you did was fanTASTIC. If you have time, could you write a follow-up piece of when Team Sonic returns? It doesn’t even have to be SonAmy or shippy, I really just think it needs a part 2.

https://cutegirlmayra.tumblr.com/post/177704806930/hi-rezfrosting-here-3-may-i-please-request-some 

Oh, you mean this DARK, HORRIFIC version of Metal Sonic vs. the ever unstoppable force that is known as Amy Rose? …I’d love too :3b

REMEMBER: PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Please, pretty please, don’t send me more prompts until I’ve reopened them again! :Db okay?

I have a countdown now so you will known when they come back ;)b

Now, on with the show!

Prompt:

It wasn’t long before Sonic and the team returned to the stricken planet, barely surviving from the pollution and decimation of Metal Sonic’s reign…

But as they returned, the severed head of Metal Sonic reconnected itself with Metal Overlord’s form, slightly zombied by the sparking of electrical wires all out of place, the metal torn, and the battle-damage fierce.

“What’s going on?” Tails asked, stepping out of the X-Tornado which had sent them through the pocket dimension.

“Looks like they haven’t stopped fighting, but look at this place!” Knuckles also flipped the protective, clear shielding of the plane off to get out and jumped off to step into the sewage mud. “It’s like he’s been trashing the entire planet!”

Sonic homing attacked quickly out of the plane before the shielding could even properly flip off, landing and looking up into the sky at the battle before him. There was a sense of urgency in his eyes, but then a confident smile.

“I’ll flank him from the rear… he would see us coming. Tails?” He turned to look over his shoulder, Tails also smiling with determination and leaning over the cockpit to hear every word. “You check on the teams.”

“Got it!” Tails pulled the shielding down, revving up the engine.

“Knuckles,” Sonic fully turned around to face him, seeing him bent down on knee, sampling the sludge in his hand and looking heartbroken at the state his planet was in. He crushed the mud in his hands and let it squirt out either side, shaking his fist as he turned his head away. “…You take back the Master Emerald.”

“I’m gonna clobber him.” he rose up, a true guardian as he briskly walked to take his place beside Sonic, eyes fixated on Metal Overlord. “No one messes with my friends, my planet, and my emerald!” he smacked his fists together and nodded indirectly for Sonic to see his convictions.

“Right.” Sonic nodded in agreement and turned to Metal Overlord. “Guess this is round 2.” he smirked, charging off as Knuckles followed in pursuit.

“I’ll distract him.” Knuckles stated before both of them heard Metal Overlord ring out a cry.

“AMMMMYYYY!!!!” The dragon-like metal creation reared his head back, as suddenly Eggman’s forces pelted it with drones and missiles from the sky.

Cream, Big, and–There she was. In their usual heroes’ formations, they were fighting with everything they had.

“How many times do I gotta take you down, Metal, before you realize you’re never gonna win!?” Amy cried out, getting swung from the formation and spinning her hammer out to jab another piece of his metallic hide off. “Now, Big!”

“Ooookay!” Big slowly responded as he swung his fishing pole back and hooked the inside matrix of Metal Overlord, tugging on the line to leave it straight.

“Cream!” Amy called, as Cream tight-roped the line and ran towards the inside, dodging some claw strikes as Metal Overlord tried to identify the tiny fishing line.

“YOU WILL ALL FALL!” he roared, “TO ME!”

“Heard that spiel before,” Amy mused, rolling her eyes, “Doesn’t scare me! All bark and no-!”

That’s when Cream threw Amy back inside the robot, as she hooked the steel beam that connected Metal Sonic’s old severed head to Metal Overlord and let herself slide down all the way till his face bent with the action.

Now, they were staring at one another again, “Bite.” she chomped down on her teeth, before grinning at seeing Big being hoisted by Cream’s flying bunny ears and his fishing line slinging around his head.

“No…” Metal’s eyes dimmed, “Not again…”

“You really should think about wearing a neck brace.” she saluted, and then let go. “Cause you choke on your own words all the time, buddy!”

“NOOO!!!” he reached a clawed hand to her, and for a moment, he finally saw her confident wane.

“Miss Amy!” Cream called out, but she had already let Big go as the fishing line was as strong as anything, and severed through the steel beam with Big’s falling, massive weight like a wrecking ball.

When the head was detached, the rest of the body froze… but Metal Overlord’s misshapen claw still dug a talon into her falling form, as she fell into it, then rolled off…

“I’ve… got’cha… Amy…” Big spoke slowly, but as he fell, he hooked a line around Froggy and tied it like a fishing lure, throwing him to Amy.

“Ribbit!” Froggy jumped to Amy’s back, then bit down on her white collar.

“Amy!” Sonic cried out, skidding to a halt as they got there… too late?

Metal Overlord was falling apart now, with nothing holding it together, it began to tumble and collapse in pieces.

As its frame came down, Froggy croaked and let go of her, as another large metal plate slammed into her body, making her fall even faster.

Cream grabbed Big, who reeled in Froggy and was careful not to hurt him in the process. “Is that..?” Cream began, seeing something blue below. “It’s Mr. Sonic!” she cheered, “Quick! Save Miss Amy!” she dived down, hoping to help too.

Cheese finally revealed himself, having wires in his hands, it appears he was doing an ‘inside job’ while the others fought on the outside.

“It can’t be…” Tails saw the flying mass with Amy’s unconscious body underneath it and knew Sonic couldn’t reach her if he, himself, was crushed as well. “Don’t worry, Cream! I’m on it!” Tails dived passed her, shocking her.

“Oh, Mr. Tails is back too!”

“Isn’t that nice?” Big closed his eyes, relieved with a happy, relaxed smile on his face. “I’m sure they’ll save Amy…” he stated with a lull.

Tails fired at different sections of the falling metal, burning it as it highlighted the beams of heated energy with yellow and red, before breaking off and leaving Amy’s body twirling out through the wind pressure. The other pieces were smaller now and began to twirl as well.

“I’ve got it!” Knuckles jumped up, throwing his arm back to smash and punch the metal into each other, leaving Amy wide open as the metal crashed down, spiking the soft, muddy earth and sinking slightly into it. Other pieces slammed down and left a splash, causing Sonic to not only dodge the falling debris but also avoid slipping or being blinded by the whiplashing splashes.

He raced through with a wake of water and wind at his heels, before looking up and jumped to break Amy’s fall.

“Got’cha.” he lightly stated but the intensity of his eyes said everything else.

“Did she die?” Eggman’s voice boomed from his large ship, barely holding itself in the air from previous damages.

Cream placed Big down, then embraced Cheese nodded, “No, Mr. Eggman!”

“Hmph, didn’t think so. After defeating Metal Sonic the first time, I wouldn’t put it passed her to survive certain calamity again!”

“Beat him the first time?” Sonic looked up at the sky, towards Eggman, before back at Amy.

His eyes shook.

“Tails! She’s down!” He cried out, as everyone’s attention turned from celebrating to worry once again.

“Down?” Knuckles came over, bending to examine her himself. “Let me see…”

He saw the hole in her stomach… and turned away, getting up and moving to cover his mouth with the backend of his glove.

“No…” He stifled himself, before double-taking as Cream and Big tried to come over. He shook his head, forcing himself to grab Cream and duck her head into his chest. “No, Cream. You stay here. With me.” he felt her struggle, and once again, he couldn’t manage to look back…

“But Mr. Knuckles! I saw Miss Amy get hurt. I have to check on her, please! Why are you keeping me back..?” As Cream pleaded, Big was free to wander over…

He took a few steps, before gasping lightly and lowering his stealthy arms and gloomily… his ears bent back. “Oh, dear…”

Froggy also lowered himself on Big’s head… sorrowful.

Tails threw down the Emeralds, “Sonic… it’s up to you!”

The Metal Overlord began to reform, this time, an even greater fusion of the fallen Eggman robots and a Frankenstein’d abomination.

 “I can never fall… You will all suffer… The last of your cries… will be her own!” With that stated, Metal Overlord Reborn began to fire beams out of his body, crashing into Eggman’s already exhausted fleets.

“I-EEE!!! Retreat!” he cried out, “It’s up to you now, Sonic!”

Sonic’s hands were shaking… Amy’s body didn’t appear to move, did the spike truly take her out?

Was he really too late?

All within that pocket dimension, something inside him–a gut feeling, if you will–convinced him that Amy was holding her own, that everyone was.

Holding her now… hearing that she had not only defeated Metal Sonic once but twice? Him not being there to aid and defend the planet with her?

It was more than he could bear.

The Chaos Emeralds floated and glowed around him, feeling the intensity of his emotion as his head sank down and his body trembled.

“No… no, no… How long..?” his voice also broke, his arms losing their grip on her body, lowering her into the mud. “How long… did you make her suffer?!”

Cream peeked out over Knuckles’s shoulder, as he too squinted back in his own emotion.

“How long did you leave her in pain!?” Sonic flung up, shining a brilliant yellow gold as Metal Overlord stared him down.

“What did you do to them!? To my friends!?”

Metal Overlord Reborn’s one eye began to scan the details of Sonic… his power level… his heart rate… and then…

His tears.

He gave off a low, rumbling chuckle from his now, thicker throat. “I’ve always wondered…” he began, “What you see in her…” he opened his enormous mouth, shredders circling it as fire fumed from different sections of his throat.

He swallowed Sonic whole, as Sonic remained floating in place, his eyes remaining steadfast, though his breathing rapidly becoming more and more intense.

When Sonic’s light dipped into the mouth, everyone grew silent.

“Soooonniiicc!” Tails cried out.

Then there was a burst of light.

From within Metal’s now imploding throat, a voice ripped through the eerie silence while the recoiling throat seemed ripe to explode.

“I see hope in her eyes, love in her heart, and goodwill for all mankind… I see-

–no fear!!!”

Then the explosion ricochetted through the space of air like a comet crashing to earth. Fire spewed out from the mechanical nightmare as Sonic speedily, with rage in every blast of Chaos Energy, laid waste and melted the magnetic power that kept Metal Sonic resurrecting time and time again.

He darted here and there– ‘Amy…’

There and back again, melting with his powerful swings of his arms and letting the immense heat melt the tyrannical, metal counterpart to himself– ‘Amy..!’

He flew up from the husk and put every amount of his power into a ball of light, “AMMMMYYYY!!!!” he dunked the ball right through the still standing contraption of Metal Sonic’s Overlord Reborn hide and in flakes of grey the entirety of the reign of Metal Sonic disintegrated into nothing more than burnt ashes…

Not a thing remained… even the mud had dried from the hot air spraying back from its epicenter.

Sonic lay at the center, his hands and legs on the ground, his mouth dry and panting, his tears dried by the magnitude of his power.

He just kept staring at the ground… the red from his eyes still apparent as he hit the earth again, his super form fading. “Amy… You held on… Just a bit more… I’m here now… I’m…” he let himself fall to the dry ground, indented in from his blast.

Eggman slowly turned his fleet around, he even had his lasers pointed at Sonic…

They honed in and targeted, ready to fire…

His glasses shone with their targeting systems green light flashing as a stylized icon showed Sonic’s limp body in range.

But…

He saw Tails and Knuckles, retrieving Sonic.

He saw them huddle around Amy’s form and try and summon the power of the Chaos Emeralds.

He hovered his hand over the button, but sighed and flipped the switches down to deactivate the gunfire.

He then picked up a phone, “Shadow? Rouge? Yes, even that useless Omega… Forget your scheming. Sonic’s done it, but not without some sacrifices… they need you. Stat.”

With the combined efforts, the Master Emerald and Chaos Emeralds revived Amy.

She awoke, a little dizzy, but gasped and grabbed her stomach… intact?

“What… happened?” she pulled the covers off her bed. …Her bed?

She hadn’t stepped foot in her home in a long time, just what had happened?

She pushed the door open, hearing laughter and drinks clinging together.

“Another! Keep it coming!” Knuckles’s booming voice caught her attention, as she slowly made her way down the stairs and into the living room.

“So, you’re saying Amy not only fought Metal twice but thrice?” Sonic leaned over the table, showing the number with his hands.

Eggman chuckled, slapping his stomach a moment as he rocked back in his chair and let Tails fill his glass up with more juice. “I was there! I nursed her back to health, he came back, she thumped him. He magnetized back into Overlord and what does she do? Thump him!” he lifted the filled glass up but made Tails spill the container in his hand as he wasn’t done filling it yet.

“Hey!”

“Amazing!” Sonic cheered.

“She really is quite a girl, you know.” Eggman chugged the drink down, as Big wiggled his ears.

“I’ve always found Amy… to be a girl.” He smiled wholesomely.

“What Big means is-” Cream paused a moment as Cheese, now with Chocola, tugged on her clothes and pointed to Amy’s presence. “Ah! Miss Amy’s awake!” she jumped off her little chair and raced to Amy, arms out wide. “Oh, Amy! My hero!” she gripped her around the legs and wouldn’t let go. “You’re awake again, Miss Amy! The boys told me you would be, but I’m so glad to see you again!” there were small tears forming in her eyes, but she was too happy to let them drop. “Are you feeling well, Miss Amy? You’re not in any pain, are you?”

The boys all turned, smiling.

“Um…” Amy was just too overwhelmed to comprehend it all. “Was I asleep?” she smiled down to Cream, before looking back up at everyone.

“Knuckles…” she breathed out, as he raised his glass to her. “Tails…” she stepped forward, as Tails beamed a little with his shoulders coming up, his eyes twinkling with glee. “….Sonic.” 

The two just stared at one another a moment. An immortalizing feeling gripped them into the other’s eyes…

He finally moved and sped over to her, but for Amy, the brief second didn’t cut off the connection and feeling that was still relevant… it was like he hadn’t moved his eyes from her, and she barely noticed the distance breached.

“Thanks for not waiting around for me… Amy.” he smiled, “Without you, it sounds like Metal Sonic would have just taken over the whole planet by now.”

Amy felt her breath grow weak.

“I… I did wait.” she barely had the strength anymore to speak, but she did.

Cream saw the two’s stances and body-language, smiling giddily, she removed herself from Amy’s legs.

“…Heh.” he let some of his emotion out, but quickly tried to recover his previous look. “What I meant was… you acted. You didn’t just sit around and let everything go to ruin.” he spoke with his arm flinging out to the side fo him, a typical thing for Sonic to do while he spoke.

“Pretty impressive,… Amy.”

“Oh, just kiss already.” Eggman groaned, looking away from the scene and sipping his juice.

He was nudged by Tails, as though to quit his muttering.

Sonic and Amy seemed to not have heard him, but Knuckles glared a warning at Eggman to remain silent while they had their moment.

“Sonic…” her hands reached out to him. “This isn’t a dream… right?”

He immediately took her hands, stepping forward. “I never doubted you, Amy… Even away, I had this feeling that everyone was alright–or at least–going to be alright. I promise, from now on, you’ll never have to fight alone… never again.”

“Oh, Sonic..!” she jumped into his arms, and they embraced one another, tightly. “I knew you’d come back! I knew it with all my heart! I knew if I just kept believing, if I never gave up hope, no matter how much Metal Sonic taunted me or tried to crush my hope–I never stopped believing you’d come back!”

The gang all smiled, touched by the scene.

Sonic… gently took her back quill and stroked it comfortingly… She continued to speak.

“I never doubted you either… not once. I looked to the skies, no matter how many times fighting seemed futile… no matter how much Metal Sonic tried to make me give up… I just knew in my heart… that you were coming back to me. That you’d never leave us utterly alone…”

“I’m back, Amy.” He was too overwhelmed with emotion to say anything else. He just held her, hearing her words, glad she was alright.

“I… I love you, Sonic The Hedgehog.”

It was a plea that left everyone’s heart speechless at the desperate tone it took to convey that message.

All but Eggman’s, who instead of taking another sip of his juice, let it smack back down on the table, unable to handle the ‘feelies’ anymore. “Ugh…” he began to get up to leave.

“Thank you.” Sonic pulled her closer, “Thank you for surviving. For taking care of business for me. I… I appreciate it, Amy.”

“Hmph.” Eggman adjusted his coat and then walked by them, opening the door. “She did more than that.” He grumbled, “Honestly,… if you’re not gonna acknowledge that she’s the sole reason for why you were able to succeed in that last half, I don’t know what I ever thought of you.” Eggman mimed picking up a ghost hat from the coat rack stick and began to leave, but stuck his head out one last time to say a final word, “By the way, you died, Sonic cried, and everyone brought you back. Just filling you in.”

Sonic’s eyelids lowered and his hands fell to his sides as Amy released him and spun around to Eggman, shocked. “WHAT!?”

“Eggman…” Sonic growled out.

“By the way, the real monster is the one who won’t say I love you back, toodaloo!” Eggman closed the door.

“I died!?” Amy flung herself around. “Was I really dead!?”

“Almost.” Tails rolled his body into a lean, gesturing his arm to Amy, exasperated by Eggman’s cruel slip. “…Kinda..?” he squinted his eyes, “Sonic?” he looked for reassurance.

Sonic ran his hand down his face and turned around, “Everyone, calm down. We’re all happy that everyone’s here and-”

Amy spun back to Sonic, “You cried?” she seemed earnestly looking into his eyes for a response.

A split-second of fear rose in Sonic’s eyes as he closed his eyes and shook his head, looking up to avoid eye-contact with her. “A-A-Anyway, Tails? What was that about a cake you and Cream were making?”

“A cake? Oh! I almost forgot!” but the second they said that the fire alarm went off and the place was drench in water.

“…I still call Metal Sonic’s demise.” Amy loudly boasted, and the gang all half-laughed a bit at that before cleaning up the place…

Amy had the last laugh in the end… still, she had no weaknesses. Only one hope, and one love.

[lifeofroos]

1984 Gift Exchange Entry

Alright, I did something for the 1984-event by @th0ughtcriminal.The prompt was… strange to me, I have to say, being ‘1984 but Winston is Kermit the Frog.’ Yet, I tried my best. Also, sorry if there are weird mistakes in the spelling or the grammar or if I got some names wrong, my native language is Dutch and I read the book in Dutch as well. 

While pretending to look at his typewriter, Kermit scanned the other people in his department. He saw a few of his co-workers doing the same. He felt a little stint of fear whenever he and someone else accidently made eye-contact. Did they know something about him? Did the man in the back of the room know his secret? Did mister Nint know? He swiftly looked back at his typewriter with shaking green hands and whited out a part of the document he was working on. 

A few minutes later, he heard the people around him get up . They were whispering to each other. Oh, was it time for the Two Minutes Hate already? Kermit swiftly stood up and walked to the entrance of the room as quickly as his froggy feet allowed. While walking into the room of hate, he caught a glimpse of Her. His blood immediately started to boil in his veins.There was something about… Her. He quickly looked away. Yet, he could feel Her presence in the room, the way you could feel a threat looming around you. 

Goldstein begun speaking on the screen. One person started yelling. Three more joined in. Soon, the whole room was yelling, and Kermit couldn't help but join in as well. The pressure became too much every single time, no matter how hard he tried to stay quiet. He noticed that the woman next to him gave him a weird look. Kermit quieted down a bit under her gaze. He knew other people found his peculiar voice annoying. Of course, he couldn't do anything about it. Only the ministry could, if they decided croaking was against the party. 

He saw Her again when he walked out of the room. This time, She made eye contact with him. Out of panic, Kermit did not move his head away. She gave him a small wink, before walking down the hallway and disappearing out of sight. Kermit turned around on his heels, and ran back to his desk. He felt the blood rush to his head. He did not care that mister Foor gave him a very suspicious look. Mister Foor gave everyone suspicious looks, it probably meant nothing. 

After a long, exhaustion day of work, Kermit retired to his horrible home, if he could even call it that. It was more like a closet that he just happened to have all of his stuff and himself in. Including his most prized possession. Without even pausing to get something to eat (All the good food was gone anyway), he stepped behind his secret sound proof wall, which was just small enough to not be seen by the screen on the wall. There. There it was. His own, sacred banjo. He picked it up and felt a wave of happiness rising up in his chest. He strummed a few notes. He started to feel a stint of peace. He started playing his favourite melody. It was a melody that you could sing two songs on. One was a simple childrens’ tune, the other one was a protest song against the party. Kermit sometimes sang the children's song for his neighbours’ kids, but right now the lyrics of the patriotic song played in his head (he didn’t sing them out loud. Of course he did not sing them out loud). 

After a few minutes, he slowly put the banjo down. The fear became to much - he was never sure if someone could hear him, even though he knew the screen was almost completely soundproof. Slowly, he walked into his kitchen to eat some very depressing food. There was only three day old chicken and bad noodles left, plus some carrots with suspicious spots on them. Ugh. Gross. Kermit wondered if even dogs would like to eat it. Still, he threw it into a crock pot with some water. Better something than nothing, he concluded. 

While he was cooking his depressing stew, he suddenly thought of Her. She had winked at him. He wildly stirred his soup in order to drive the thoughts away. The smell of the dish hit his… nostrils… (He had never known what to call his frog nose, and now that language got poorer and poorer and thinner and thinner, it did not get easier), and the thoughts of Her disappeared out of his mind while he coughed.

When Kermit woke up the next day, he did not feel any better. All he had to look forward to was yet another depressing day of working in the ministry of truth. Wait, no. What was good for the party was supposed to make him happy, he thought, not depressed. He slowly got out of bed. He ate the leftovers of his so-called meal for breakfast and did some morning gymnastics along with the screen, before stepping outside. 

He was surprised. There was nobody in the hallway. Usually, Mister James was there waiting for him. Well, maybe the party had decided that being a blue muppet was illegal now, or he had said something that he really should not have. It was nothing Kermit had to keep thinking about. Slowly, on his own, he walked out of the apartment building. It was a weirdly freeing feeling. He felt like there was nobody looking over his shoulder. Yet, on the other hand, he knew it was just that - a feeling. Of course there was someone looking over his shoulder. There always was.

Yet, he noticed he wandered off. Instead of walking to the ministry of truth, he walked into town, where the regular folks lived. He looked around. The town was quiet so early in the morning. There were only a few women walking around doing some housework - laundry or grocery shopping. 

It might have made him a little overconfident. He was so amazed by the new place, without other people to keep him in line, he simply forgot that he was being watched. He felt something bubbling in his stomach. He felt like strumming on his banjo for hours, until he could capture this feeling with the music. He remembered that there was a word for that once. It started with an I, he remembered that too. But what exactly the word had been was completely lost to history. 

He took a left turn. He passed a few shops, which sold clothes. They were not very nice clothes, but to Kermit, they looked great (And he didn't even wear any clothes, he did not like the feel on his green skin). It felt like the day was getting better and better. 

He took a right turn. The happy feeling disappeared within seconds. He tried to look down. Too late. He had made eye-contact with Her. Kermit felt the blood rushing through his body. He did not know what it was. Was it… shock? Did that word still exist?

He wished he could turn around and act like nothing had happened. But She would give his name to the thought police, and that would be it. Walking away made no difference. He looked up. If this was going to be it, he wanted to look her in the eye. When he did, however, she did something unexpected. She pointed to the house on the corner, then put up three fingers, before scurrying away. 

Her appearance had broken the magic. Kermit was running through the street as fast as his feet could carry him, towards the ministry of truth. He knew there must be at least one person who saw him - but maybe not in the street with Her. Were there cameras there? Could it be that, just this once, nobody would have noticed that something had happened? 

Oh, no, That was too much to hope for. He reached the door of the ministry of truth just in time - man, he never even noticed how much Mister James talked and slowed them down along the way until he did not walk with him anymore. Kermit walked past his colleagues, until he reached his desk. There were a bunch of articles laying on the desk of which he could swear that he went through them just the day before. He sighed deeply. Well, the word Poor should be scrapped from all of them now, according to the note next to the documents. Kermit felt confused while he sat down on his chair. He felt something rise in his chest, and it was something different then what he had felt while walking through the streets. It felt like his body was refusing to write. Like he was… oh, he did not know. The word was scrapped years ago.

It was 2 O'clock and after the two minutes hate when he remembered what She had signed him. Three O´ clock. The house on the corner. Kermit stood up - his job was done for the day. Slowly, he walked out of the building. He acted like he went towards his home, but instead he took a few odd turns, so that he was back in the town. He did not know if there were many cameras around. If there were, he needed to trick them. So, he walked to a clothing store he had seen before. He randomly pulled something out of a rack and bought it, so that it seemed like he had been thinking about buying it the whole day. That was not illegal. He might even be able to spin it into a lie that he wanted to start wearing clothes now. That would not garner to much suspicion, would it? 

While trying to look as normal as he could, he walked to the house She had pointed at. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. Slowly, the door opened about a centimetre. An older man looked at him. At that moment, Kermit felt like turning around and running for the hills. ´Eh…´

´Are you looking for Miss Piggy?´

´Um, Her, yeah…´

´Go upstairs.´ The man opened the door just wide enough for Kermit's small frog body to slip through. Kermit did not dare to look the man in the eye, but instead immediately scurried upstairs. 

Miss Piggy was standing by the top of the stairs. ´You actually came. You are even early.´

´…Yes, I came.´

´What were you doing in the street earlier this morning?´

Kermit felt panic rising in his body. How did he not see it? Now he was trapped. Did he not see Her standing next to an higher-up before? Oh, now he would be dragged to  the ministry of love…

´I always walk around in this neighbourhood to get a sense of peace. It was freer, is it not? Much better for a star like me, even if it is dirty…´ Miss Piggy mused. She flipped her blond hair over her shoulder. Kermit did not know what to answer. Who´s side was She on? 

´I… I felt that too. I felt like making music about it.´ Miss Piggy smiled. 

´That sounds so wonderful.´

Kermit slowly began to feel better the longer he talked to Miss Piggy. It felt like everything he had been thinking about the party was finally confirmed for him. After what felt like hours and hours of talking, he jumped up. ‘We must do something about it!’

Miss Piggy gave him an amused look. ‘What do you mean?’

‘We must do something against…’ his words trailed off. He had been hit by a wave of sudden determination, but now he could not say it. Not out loud. Too risky. Yet, miss Piggy understood. 

‘Yes, we need to do something. Yet, what then…’ she leaned a little closer. ‘Say, you were married before, right?’ 

Kermit suddenly felt a little weird. ‘Yes… but she is gone now.’ 

‘Really?’ 

‘Eh, yeah. Yet, the party…’

‘Did you get divorced?’

Kermit fell silent. No, they weren’t divorced, because they could not. He started to feel slightly… uncomfortable. He shrugged.

‘It does not matter.’ He reached for the piece of clothing he had bought. He suddenly saw Miss Piggy’s eyes narrow. ‘You bought a dress?’

For the first time, Kermit looked at the piece of clothing he had bought. Oh. Yes, he had bought a dress. A yellow one with pink flowers. ‘Eh… yeah.’ 

‘So… you are still married, then?’

‘No!’

Her expression changed from happy to thunder within a matter of seconds. ‘Maybe you should leave.’ Kermit picked up his dress. 

‘Yes, erm, maybe I should.’ That did not make Her feel better, he could see it.  She wrapped Her arms in front of Her chest. ‘Alright.’ Kermit quickly ran out of the room, with the dress.

The next day, he saw Her again. For some reason, She winked. Kermit quickly looked back at his typewriter. He felt confused, more than usual, even. He slowly started to dissociate from the situation. Hm… if only he could play something on his banjo now… He should try to capture that amazing feeling he had, the first time he walked through town… Before everything with Her...

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The mask he'll carry is going to be a recreation of his own Jester makeup just turned up to eleven. Smaller pinched lips, larger blue shadow at the eyes, decorative hearts and even sigils of Mammon & Asmodeus somewhere on the face (maybe the cheeks?). He is there for as much business as anything else, why would he actually hide his face?

For clothing its so much tougher; I'm thinking something in this realm of this artist's work leaning into his uniform colors just, again, more.

Using the Spring theme he is going to brighten his usual palette of yellow, pink, & purple using their pastel shades. The main color will be pink around the hips and corset, yellow ruffles, and purple/soft blue stitching and detailing with the occasional white to make it all pop.

A shit ton of lace and ruffles with stitching of Asmodeus' & Mammon's sigils throughout. His usual jester hat is going to end with some sort of bell shaped flower (Lily of the Valley, Canterbury Bells) giving a nod without having the constant jingle all night. He blocked out the ringing years ago but he won't do that to a whole party.

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Happy Easter from Mammon Inc.'s Fizzarolli !

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Fizzarolli & Undertale

DO NOT REBLOG

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Stolen from @mothvalentino

Steal it from me babes !

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—What, you're telling me getting blown up didn't ruin your life?

It was painful & challenging, & y'know— fuck you still. But it's not like I'm broken. And I now have someone who understands me—

My life has actually been pretty great.

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circus au is stolas staring at blitz, blitz staring at Fizzy, Fizzy staring at the life size cardboard cutout of Mammon that he saved 2000 Greed Seed tabs for (he has no idea what is going on)

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.Fizz being invited to the Sin function as Mammon's +1, unofficially Ozzie's +1, the in-house entertainment, and getting shifaced in the corner because what do you mean these things last hours

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pov you ask a 15 year old Fizz for some perfume [he proceeds to absolutely drench you in it]

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—A song you taught me when I was small.

Don’t stop dancing. Don’t stop dancing…

personals don't like/reblog

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So I have been talking to some moots and realized I never put my like Imp based headcanons down anywhere. These are made with the help of my lovely wife @madefate w her Blitzø!

The Ring where an Imp is born in influences them a lot.

The Sin of their home is their original Sin ie I play Fizz as born in Greed & why I focus on it so much in his characterization

This can vary but way back, the Sins were seen as local gods while in the modern era they're more like celebrities with the people having some hero worship/idolization/protective nature over their local Sin. (Ie Fizz & Mammon, the Lust News description of Ozzie, Bee and her parties)

It is only the local hellfire of your home that can hurt you like normal. I like to think it was a way for the Sins to control their people before mobility was so accessible outside of teleporting.

Yes this makes the fire even more tragic because they just so happened to be in Greed. Also why Fizzy can use Ozzie's fire without issue or fear but never touches green greed fire once in the series.

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Fizz as animals a thread

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Fizz in his robe + Supportive boyfriend

moots can reblog / personals DO NOT TOUCH