#doublejango

[botanikos]

rip my lover ; death by learning of the cloacal kiss. uvu

[theultimatebadboy]

@doublejango

Given the widely televised trial the stories of what had gone on had eventually reached Lucifer's ears. He had not seen it for himself of course, avoiding TVs where he could but the case had intrigued him. He barely paid Imps any mind, leaving them to Satan as their creator to decide what to do as he did with much of Hell but as a man of dreams, rebellion and ambition he couldn't help but admire Blitz. Lucifer saw potential and with his own new awakening back into the needs and demands of his role in Hell he decided he should take advantage of that reignited energy.

He appeared completely without warning in Blitz' office in a swirl of dark red and glittering gold smoke. His hands folded casually on the apple of his cane, a toothy grin and a swagger to even the smallest of shifts in weight as he took just a quick moment to assess the surroundings before his eyes landed right on the very imp he had been looking for. "I hear you've been travelling to the Human World illegally until recently," Lucifer blurts out from the get go, that smile still ever present as he looks to Blitz. For a moment he's oblivious to how threatening it might be for him specifically to just appear in someone's office and accuse them of treason.

Lucifer's gaze lingered on Blitz and his head titled just a little with a raise of his eyebrow, "How would you like to join me on such a trip?" Lucifer wanted to talk to him, he wanted to learn more about him and his dreams and ambitions, in the moment he was the most interesting being in Hell to the King.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

Hey Elsa,

You deserve good sex that leaves you feeling like, happy and shit! Even if you're icy and sketch sometimes. Hope u find someone you rly like!

Mwa!

Xoxo,

Blitzø

How did that imp find out-?

Now he was in a mood. Again.

[opportunistic-chicanery]

@doublejango from here

Hacker recoiled as the mug which had contained the unholy concoction was set down. Did all imps have the stomachs of a robust waste disposal system? At least he knew it wasn’t just Buzz and Delete.

“Have you ever killed someone up there?” His voice came out sounding smaller than he meant it to. He coughed as if to clear his throat and forced himself to speak up. “I need you to kill someone up there.”

Whatever fee the imp asked for, he’d pay it, even hand over the small fortune he’d made since coming to Hell. No price would be too large for someone who could get the job done.

[devilishdanse]

"Yea, the kids have this term called 'hate-fucking' but have ya ever heard of HATE-MARRIAGE? We're working through out problems, with love! I think Charlie would be proud of us . . . Anyway! Alastor and I are getting HITCH-HIKED. . . .Uh, wait. . . . HIPPED! Nope. . . . Hmm. . .

HITCHED, there we go!"

specifically: @doublejango's Alastor.

[vitalphenomena]

@doublejango

"OH HOLY SHIT."

Paul scrambles to his feet, which involves kicking over his desk chair, which involves kicking himself over, which involves falling to the ground, which involves a tailbone bruise or fracture, to be sure.

The portal smells fragrant like incense, but its mere presence so overwhelms Paul that he can't take the time to think well, shit, that's rather pleasant.

He's mostly wondering: was Erik Eriksson right?

"What is that!" he gasps. He cannot comprehend Blitzø's form. "What the fuck is that!"

[copaceticjillybean]

Ma'am,

Any tips for those of us who'd like to be able to tell the difference between the flesh of a Sinner and the flesh of a hog, when both are cooked and prepared?

Respectfully,

Striker

[He has never worried before, but Jilly's proclamation got him doubting and worrying 😂]

Dear Striker, Lovely to hear from you again, dear! I really want to thank you again, for helping BB get his daddy out of my apartment. That really was a strange day, wasn't it? But onto your question, it's pretty tricky to differentiate after cooking. Prior, you may be able to notice differing skin types to the meat that don't match up with the thick hide of a hellhog, but once prepared the meat tends to be nearly identical. Aside from a taste test (as depending on what kind of form the sinner had, there can be a linger taste to match, such as bug sinners having a more bitter flavor and bird sinners have a chicken-like taste moreso than a porkish one) the only way I'd think to be sure, if to find someone who's well acquainted with the flavors of sinner meat and have them taste test the food for you. Since I know that's easier said than done, I've enclosed a list with a few of the more common flavors to be on the lookout for. When in doubt, subtly spitting the offending meat into your napkin and asking to be excused to the restroom so you can flush the offending morsel is always an option! I hope this can help you out, at least a little bit. And if it's any consolation, most cannibals aren't so quick to part with their meat- if you meet a cannibal who's offering to feed you that knows you don't partake in that diet and who you haven't personally offended, you should be safe. Take care, and don't be a stranger around the library! All the best, Jillian Fitz.

Enclosed in the letter is another small sheet of paper, which reads as thus: Unexplained fishy undertone: Aquatic sinner Bitter flavor: Insect/arachnid sinner Numbed tongue: Poisonous snake or lizard sinner (or the person making the meal used Szechuan peppercorns.) Strange mechanical oil flavor: Partially inorganic sinner (think that loudmouth cat that owns Voxtech.) Overwhelming chicken/turkey flavor: Avian sinner (not Goetia- that's a VERY different flavor) Mix of chicken and fish: Amphibious sinner (Be especially cautious of thigh cuts- the legs are especially coveted.) Musky flavor with earth undertone: Reptilian sinner (most commonly used in soups or barbeques)

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

Part Time Job

The door to I.M.P. Headquarters creaked open, revealing what appeared to be the towering form of a regal looking hellhound*. His coat, meticulously buttoned, and the light gleamed off the golden accents of his naval attire, his once-proud demeanor marred only slightly by the faint shadow of desperation in his emerald eyes.

He approached the front desk with an air of elegance, pausing briefly as he caught sight of the gothic hellhound kicked back with her feet up. Loona, scrolling on her phone, barely looked up as James cleared his throat.

“Good evening,” he began, British voice smooth and steady, masking his unease. “Might I have the pleasure of speaking with the manager of this… fine establishment?”

Loona arched a brow, slowly dragging her eyes from her phone to give him a once-over. “Yeah, sure, whatever” she said flatly, her tone drenched in sarcasm.

James didn’t flinch at her sharp tone, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly downward. “If you would be so kind,” he pressed, bowing his head with a slight flourish, “I assure you, my request is most urgent.”

" They all are. " Loona rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in her chair. She cupped her hands around her muzzle and yelled loud enough to make the walls vibrate. “BLITZ! SOME WEIRD PIRATE GUY’S HERE TO SEE YOU!”

James winced at the volume, but quickly straightened himself, smoothing his coat as if to salvage what little dignity he could. The faint clinking of the medals pinned to his lapel betrayed the trembling of his fingers. " My dear lady, I am not a-- never mind. " He sighs. She's not who he wishes to explain himself too.

He clasped his hands behind his back, standing tall despite the storm of uncertainty swirling in his mind as he waited for this "Blitz".

@doublejango

[owlstronomer]

Dear Stolas,

I think you're great. I know we aren't like... necessarily together anymore. Maybe that's for better, maybe it's for worse. But the thing is, I'm still yours.

I love you, Stolas. It's okay if you don't love me, or aren't ready to even talk about any of this. I love you. So much.

Being dragged away from you, sure they were going to kill you, that you were about to die for me, and you didn't even know? Fucking haunts me. I have wanted to tell you every day, but it never felt right. I didn't want to overwhelm you or anything...

But you need to know. I fucking love you. I love you. I love you.

Yours,

Blitz

Unprompted / Always Accepting

⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ His stomach is in knots before it suddenly feels emptied, uneasy, weightless like a thousand butterflies caught on a warm breeze. Stolas finds himself incapable of forming words, taken aback by the ones provided to him now. IT MUST BE A DREAM! I'm still yours. Slender arms wrap around himself tightly, fingers digging into the sleeves of his shirt. The embrace only lasts for a moment, unable to provide the necessary balm to the flood of emotions he was feeling. Stolas covers his face suddenly, frame shaking as tears spill forth. The air in his lungs feels too thin; he cannot get enough. Only, it isn't an unwelcome feeling. There is no panic, no pain, no sorrow, no frustration; he is so full of love, he can hardly think. There is still so much that goes unsaid, and he knows it must be discussed. Later, he promises, because he too has ghosts that leave a lingering impression of his wrongs, and they must be acknowledged. For now, the owl emits a soft trill, plumage ruffling as uneven laughter bubbles in his throat. A small horse shaped notepad rests on the counter nearby, and suddenly it seems like the perfect little conduit. His laughter is set free, soft and sweet as a summer melody as he retrieves a pen.

I love you, Blitz. I always have and I always will. I am yours if you will have me. There is only one condition. . . I would like to sit with you one evening so we may talk. I want to tell you properly everything that I hold within this fragile heart. Yours, Stolas

[grimowled]

HE STANDS ALONE IN THE AMBER WASH OF THE DYING STREETLIGHT,

shoulders cloaked in a threadbare ash-grey shawl that does nothing to obscure the grandeur he once wore like breath. gone are the constellations stitched by devout hands, gone is the mantle that hummed with power; yet even now, without his crowned top hat, he glows faintly with memory, like embers stubborn against dusk.

he watches @doublejango from across the street. blitzø laughs - too loud, too brittle - shoves someone playfully. stolas does not move, he merely observes, like he always has, uncaring of the imp's boundaries. there is a moment, a flicker - blitzø turns, catches his eye, not for long - recognition twisted into something unreadable. stolas smiles, wan and crooked, with a mournful affection he knows is not welcome.

(he never was, but did he care?)

you still burn, he thinks, not bitterly; and I am like a moth, drifting toward the flames, only to feel your scorching warmth for a moment.

talons scrape against the hard pavement - no portal will spirit him away now. no flash of power, no theatrical exit. just steps lost in the din of a heaving city; but his shadow, ever faithful, lingers half a moment longer, looking back.

[taleswritten]

@doublejango sent

Hey, Halstead--

Might be out of the blue, but you want to come camping with me and Casey? Couple days of backpacking. No pressure.

Either way, hope you're doing well, man.

-Severide

Out of the blue sounds like an understatement, really. Jay has always enjoyed the company of Severide and Casey but he didn't think they were close enough to end up on a camping trip with the two of them.

Regardless, close or not, it sounds like a good time. Jay has been doing nothing but working and working and working. He likes Voight but it's a lot of work. Maybe a break would be nice and he has a few vacation days coming up.

"Sure. Why not? Could be fun." Two firefighters and a homicide detective in the middle of the woods. What could go wrong, really?

It'll be interesting and Jay hasn't gone camping since he was a kid.

"When?"

[botanikos]

        I might be a REBEL and break all the rules !                 I might be a DEVIL with a beautiful bed !                         I might be the DANGER, that you never had !

                                My love for you is superlove,

                      SUPERLOVE !

happy birthday to a true shooting star, @doublejango ☆

[daddyhoothoot]

hiiiii! i know i am lame and super slow, but just want to say, i am so happy to have met you!! i really love our plots, love seeing the things you reblog, and am just all around so happy that you are in the rpc!! thank you for being such an amazing writing partner, i hope you have a wonderful christmas! mwa!

Omggg djjjj 🥹

I love RPing with you SO much you are the sweetest human istg! You’re so talented and so kind and I always look forward to writing with you! Have the best holidays darling! 💕

[flamesignite]

he's extra hot, extra sweet, he's like perfectly seasoned chicken wings -- blitz talking about roy @doublejango

[devilishdanse]

@doublejango ; Vepar gets to turn Lucifer into a stress ball or whatever happens. . . . .

"Listen, I'm clearing my schedule for today and the next two. No meetings, no calls, nothing! The only exceptions are if it's an absolute emergency, or it's Charlie. Otherwise, they can leave a message and I'll get back to them wheeenneevver. Okay? Great! Thanks!" He leaves his assistant with that information before anything can be said or argued.

Lucifer's hair is an absolute DISASTER, and even worse are the feathers all mussed from the wind. Realistically, he should have just used magic to get to his destination, but it felt improper and a bit disrespectful to take such an easy method to get from point A to point B. Today it did, anyhow. Besides, he needed the opportunity to stretch his wings. Lucifer had even insisted on making the trip to him, rather than the other way around. He needed out of those walls; needed to separate himself from too familiar shadows and the thoughts that crowded in. There he went, running away from one problem to the next, and away, away, away. . . .

What he did not need, however, was the wind attacking him from every Sin-forsaken angle no matter how he made the flight to the mountains. Lucifer understood the WHY for choosing such a remote location. . . . it was the HOW that rattled around and made him antsy with frustration. Even upon landing and magicking his wings away, the king still nearly found himself blown to the ground with an invisible force. He had half a mind to ask if some of it were magic more so than natural.

He takes out his phone, finds Vepar's contact, and taps a short series of messages.

: HEYYYY BUDDY! : Just flew in! It is WINDY up here. : You wanted to chat?

[brokendreamscreation]

@doublejango BLITZ NEEDS THIS MOUSE HORSE WITH GRASS MOUSEPAD THATS FENCED IN