#madefate

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ / blitz @ stolas!

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

Part of him had enjoyed the idea of Blitz coming to his aid, of his imp in shining armour swooping in to perform a daring rescue at the last minute. And even when Striker had tied him up in his cave, he didn't really take him seriously. After all, if Stella had hired him, how competent could he actually be? Plus, she wouldn't go so far as to hire someone to kill him; maybe rough him up a bit, but he was still Via's father. That meant something, even to Stella, didn't it?

It wasn't until Striker had stabbed him the first time that Stolas had actually started to believe that he might not live through the encounter. He had tried to fight back at that point, tried to petrify the cowboy, and when that didn't work, he'd tried to kick him away from him. But Stolas had never been a physical fighter. He had a very high pain tolerance, which had allowed him to keep his composure, going so far as to taunt his assailant…., but even that had only lasted so long.

The moment Striker turned his back on him, Stolas took a deep breath, trying to stay calm…., but that was the moment a single tear escaped his eyes, and he began to understand that he wasn't going to make it out of this cave. He wasn't going to get a chance to say goodbye to Via, to tell Blitz how he really felt…., nor any of the thousand other little things he'd be missing out on. Via graduating, growing up…..; he wouldn't be there.

Striker had beaten and stabbed him a few more times, and Stolas hadn't managed to keep from reacting any longer. But when he had the nerve to mention Octavia, it gave him another burst of bravado. Because it didn't matter what happened to him, but if he touched a feather on Octavia's head, there was nothing Stolas wouldn't do to destroy him.

It was then that he lost sense of his consciousness. Because the next thing he knew, he heard yelling and fighting from nearby. And for a moment, he was sure he was hallucinating; he thought he'd heard Blitz. But he wasn't here; he was off being a good dad, getting his daughter taken care of.

He saw someone standing over him, and he blinked a few times, until his eye finally focused……only to see that it was Blitz.

"Blitz….," he whispered, swallowing hard. "You shouldn't be here; he'll hurt you too." It didn't matter what happened to him, as long as the people he cared about were safe.

[maimedaffair]

@madefate ▐ blitzoø &* fizz ↳ [ support ] sender quietly sitting down next to receiver to let them know they're there

fizz doesn't particularly like feeling weak. doesn't enjoy being easy to ruffle. but he's always been this way --- soft bellied. not particularly strong-willed or thick skinned. there were some in his life that would always abuse that --- but there were also some who didn't mind. people like blitzø. as a kid , blitzø always jumped at the opportunity to rip &* tear at those who went after fizz. in his adult life , ozzie offered a very large barrier between fizz &* the world. now , fizz has got two guard dogs in the both of them. ( he won't upack how he feels about still needing someone to fight his battles for him. not right now , anyway. there's a certain level of shame that comes from being soft in hell. wasn't his fault he was born here. )

as he's joined there on the floor , a tired sigh escapes the jester. his makeup is smeared &* his hat is half crooked -- a telltale sign of the hour of crying prior. ❛   mail came today. ❜ all around him , there's a laughable amount of fanmail -- mostly awful , smutty fantasies he breezed through &* tossed aside. but one got through that was ... particularly upsetting. he lazily holds out the letter for blitzø to take as he slumps back against the wall behind him. a kid wrote it , if the crayon was any indication of age. sloppy &* crude , but it's message is simple : you quit , so i quit.

❛   did i kill a kids dream ? ❜ a sniffle , then his long legs are pulled up to his chest so he can hug them. sad eyes are turned downward , not really focusing on anything as tears sting again. ❛   i didn't ----- i didn't want that. ❜ soft &* weak ; his one act of growing a spine cost someone else.

[infernalight]

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meme / always accepting

@madefate ─ Haven't interacted with Claire much, but considering two of my mutuals have spoken only good things about her, I would say they are correct from what I've seen. I enjoy seeing her on my dash and definitely want to interact more. I think we have spoken a bit ooc and ic, but until I get caught up, I cannot confirm whether or not I'm remembering correctly. Either way, I love seeing Claire on my dash and definitely want to see her around more. :)

@hifimuses ─ Ahhhh Giggs. A blessing. Someone I adore and know I can always talk to whenever I need to no matter how much time has gone by. I miss interacting with you, we need to do something in the Hellaverse since I am still working on my blog for my MHA muses. Plus we still need to finish watching the Saw series. I miss talking to you, bb!! I'm gonna lay on you, I swear. Hold you here against your will, you can't run from me <3. Giggs has some pretty great muses and is just overall wonderful to have around, no matter how long I disappear for, he's always there for me!

@lilitophidian ─ Now, let me tell you about Bambi. We've only spoken like one time, but their (I could not find mun pronouns so please correct me if you prefer something different) writing is amazing!!! It's so good and so detailed and so gory and I am just in awe of it all! Their Lilith is unique and actually similar to how I have my own (specifically the siren part), but they are also so different and despite not interacting with them ic much, I love to stalk their blog. Hi, would also very much like ic interactions, too if that's okay. UwU?

@diresang ─ Okay, okay. DO NOT get me started on Raven. I absolutely love and adore Raven with my whole being. Another mutual I had from an old blog that I got back in touch with in the Hellaverse, but the funniest thing is despite being shy beans for the first few days of following each other, we had each other on discord and I literally had been wondering if they were the same Raven I knew and it WAS, but until Raven reached out to me on discord, nothing was confirmed. I am so happy they reached out to me because I have always adored them, no matter what fandom or muses they write. I absolutely love and adore them.

@e-m-p-error ─ Key is wonderful. I adore him. He's so sweet and has so many creative ideas. Different muses, different version of said muse, and no matter what they're writing it's sooo good. He's also very, very sweet. I always adore hearing from him and even though we haven't written much ic yet, I am excited to do more with him and his amazing muses!!

[helluvaflames]

@madefate

Blitz uses all of his well honed skills to slip in almost silently, announcing his presence with an arm around Stolas' waist and a lash of his tail before it curls around Stolas' arm, the spade tip laying perfectly, prettily in sight. He keeps his eyes on the other guy for a long moment before grinning up at Stolas, enjoying playing with his food a little. ❝ Hey, Pretty Bird. Sorry I was late - you okay ? ❞

It was clear to anyone that Stolas hadn't been particularly fond of the other guy being here with him. He'd been trying to get away from him ever since the guy first started off with a pick up line trying to get his attention. Which led to Stolas attempting to leave, but the guy had gripped his arm pretty tightly, to get him to stay put. And while he was a strong goetia. He didn't like to use his powers that much. Especially in a party situation. Stolas had an almost scared look on his face even when Blitz showed up.

The other had a hold a hold on his arm pretty tightly and he was almost certain that those marks would show. But he instantly felt more comfortable now that the imp was there with him. "Blitzy! I'm really happy you're here." Stolas said. Wanting the other to pick up on the fact that this other guy was trouble for sure. Though, he knew that Blitz would be able to pick up on something like that.

Despite the tense atmosphere from the other guy, he liked that Blitz's tail was curled up around his arm. It always made that statement that he was taken and Stolas loved it. He had already yanked his arm away from the other before his boyfriend arrived. But when he looked down he did notice the red marks on his fur from the other holding him too tightly. "I want to go." Stolas said quietly.

[tangledfate]

@madefate

“I have NOTHING but your BEST in mind, Stella~” Andrealphus chimed patronizingly, circling around her with his hands on her shoulders.

“The fact of the matter is he DIDN’T do the job he was HIRED for. It’s hardly prudent to reward a stray that can’t even FETCH properly.” From over her shoulder, the peacock narrowed his gaze at the imp. Making it clear that if it were up to him, Striker would be leaving empty handed.

But it isn't up to him and Stella steps out of her brother’s grasp to put herself between them. She’d initiated this without his help, and she hardly needed it now.

“I’ll handle this, Andrealphus, it’s fine.” Then chilled opal hues turned down to the imp behind her skirts. Offering a cool–

“Come along.”

–before stepping around him and leading him away to a more private drawing room. Leaving Andrealphus to his own devices and hoping he didn’t follow.

And once they were alone–after she’d stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him–she softened. Deep breath sighing and sagging as the straight backed support of her title slipped and she is sure she’s going to collapse. But she doesn’t. Instead she digs into some pocket hidden amongst skirts and feathers and fishes out a gold filigreed envelope. Opal hues soft now as she turned them on him; holding out his prize for him to take.

“Don’t worry, darling, it’s all there…”

[jizzlords]

bee (@madefate) pleaded asked: ❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜ / prompt.

" I'm not. " / a lie. Ozzie sat with his back barely hovering over the door. The way muscles stung and wounds bled by only so much movement of his arms thus prompting scabbing injuries to reopen again and again.

Despite discomforts from gnarly wounds and discomforts from within himself, Ozzie makes no move to open the door which separated himself from the rest of Hell. Truth be told, he kind of preferred it that way. ❝ Don't come in. ❞ Strong arms curl tighter around himself with his head buried into his arms. His flames once vibrant and irate, now flicker and dullen. ❝ Bee, I don't need ... ❞

" I know you're in there. " / an opportunity.

It was pointless to lie to her like this. Knowing how well Beelzebub could read a room, especially others as she once described: their "vibe". The longer Bee stayed put from the other side, the more Ozzie was tempted to succumb to her calls. Yet the thought of explaining himself, the feeling of resentment and frustration overwhelmed him to the point of shutting down. Tension resurfaced, fiercer than before and he doubles down. ❝ I'm fine. Please. ❞ / go away.

[gethellbcnt]

@madefate screamed : "I got slapped in a Pizza Hut once." / blitz @ millie ! things my muses have said / still accepting !

Oh, mister Buckzo and his many, many stories of fighting in various restaurants and fast-food places.. will he ever stop ? hopefully not, these little incidents are a hoot and a half to listen to ! look, her tail's even wagging in excitement, and Millie's avid pony-coloring has been halted full-stop ; this is serious business.

❝ is that the same one where they refused to let you order quintuple the cheese on your pizza and you had Dominoe's delivered there ? ❞

[wcshedup]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one. ❜ / from blitz bc of course

quotes that broke me starters !!

to be COMPLETELY fair, both of them were exhausted in every sense of the word.

there had been two matinees and FOUR regular evening performances over the holiday weekend, which in itself would have been exhausting for even the most seasoned of ADULT performers. ( seasoned, absolutely, but adult ?? only cash buckzo would consider a pair of fourteen-year-olds grown enough to handle such a workload. ) add in the setup beforehand, the massive undertaking of CLEANING UP after each crowd cleared, the tertiary responsibilities of their daily lives ( bathing, eating, RESTING -- when did they have time for ANY of it, really ?? ) combined with the physical and mental exertion of SO much time in the ring -- it was an absolute recipe for disaster.

adding a dress rehearsal with NEW CHOREOGRAPHY on a monday morning after all of that was just cruel.

and normally barbie wasn't given to tears ( not for many years, anyhow ) but her pointe shoes had long since passed the point of blistering -- evolved to pinching and rubbing her RAW, the costume ( specifically tailored to accentuate curves that had just BARELY begun to emerge ) sequins digging under her arms, the constant sensation that the bodice was about to slip. ( " PLEASE dad, please, don't make me wear this. " ) the ACHE in her jaw still lingering from when they'd had their braces tightened just days beforehand. ( STILL getting used to the unkind companionship of a mouthful of metal. )

objectively, WAY back in the part of barbie's brain that wasn't biting back the frustrated tears obscuring her vision and making the sweltering stage lights streak and smear like falling stars, she KNEW blitzo didn't mean to be so harsh. her twin was just as frustrated and exhausted as she was, and both of them were choked with the anxiety only their father could conjure so effortlessly within them. ( " i don't give a SHIT how long it takes you both, it BETTER look good by tomorrow. NOBODY wants to come see the same shit twice. " )

then barbie missed the mark. AGAIN.

and when the teenage imp sprung to her feet, jaw dropped to really lay into blitzo for riding her ass -- instead of a biting retort or even a simple ' FUCK OFF ' rolling easily off the tongue, a choked sob was all that emerged. ( IT'S ALL TOO MUCH. ) thoroughly humiliated to be weeping in the middle of the ring in front of the entirety of the carnies ( thankfully that too was just an ILLUSION of the teenage mind; in reality, few of the crew had spared the pair so much as a passing glance ) barbie had shoulder checked the FUCK out of her brother and sought out the only solace to be had in their small world. ( hiding in her bed, head under the blanket, pretending she didn't EXIST. )

" it's fine. " the reply is followed by a wet snuffle as she lets the blanket fall away, decorating her wrist and cheek with a large smear of black eyeliner as barbie scrubs at her tired eyes. " you -- i know y-you didn't mean to. "

[fizzarollitm]

truth does my action hero bullshit turn you on and TRUTH did you REALLY like my eyeliner when i first learned how to do it or did you just say that

" One, yeah it's pretty fuckin' hot. Two— "

" Next questionnnnn ! "

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜ : blitz @ stolas

subtle smut sentence starters // accepting

Ever since their arrangement had started, Blitz had been the one teaching Stolas, showing him all of the many different options that were available to two people in a consensual sexual relationship. And he had eagerly participated, learning and finding out what things he liked, making notes about what Blitz liked, too. Because while Blitz very clearly the top in this relationship (partly because he knew more, and partly because he was very good at it), Stolas wanted to do everything he could to please and take care of him. And that included potentially switching things up in the future.

It hadn't been something he'd ever brought up when they were still…..when they were still just business partners, essentially. He'd already been helplessly in love with Blitz, which had complicated things; he didn't want to make anything worse.

But now that things were better between them, now that they'd actually been together for a little while, he'd mentioned that he'd be interested in taking care of Blitz, sometime, even though he still didn't really know what he was doing. Oh, he'd read plenty of books, but that was still very different from physically performing something.

It was something they'd had to talk out, too, to make sure they were on the same page, that if either of them got uncomfortable, they would speak up. Which….was admittedly one of the things that Stolas was still working on, recovering people pleaser as he was, especially when it came to Blitz.

Which he was clearly picking up on when he reminded Stolas that he wasn't going to break.

A little smile slipped onto the owl's face as he took a moment to just look over Blitz, reassured by how relaxed he currently looked.

"I know you won't," he said with a little laugh. "I'm just….adjusting." He hated the thought of hurting Blitz, so he had to take a moment to remind himself that they were going to be careful, and they were going to go slow, for both of their sakes.

[infernal-blaze]

@madefate asked: “ please be okay, please be okay. fuck! ” / bee @ ozzie!

He hadn't known where else to go. Golden blood splattered onto the floor as Asmodeus leaned heavily against Bee. He was shaking, fear gripping at his chest. The angelic knife that caused the wound was held tightly in his hand, but he didn't seem to notice.

He felt bad that Bee had to see him like this. That she was going to be covered in his blood. Asmodeus screwed his eyes shut, free hand grasping at Bee's shoulder. "Fuck," he hissed. His flames flickered with greens- only further showcasing his poor mental state. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where to go."

[xluciifer]

Little Charlie is quiet, small beside the giant door to her father's office, eyes wide, and only when he notices her does she brighten up and take a tentative step inside. She's not worried about waking up her mother - truthfully, if she does wake, the more the merrier. ❝ Um! Dad - can you - ❞ Her little hands curl nervously around the neck of her nightgown. ❝ - Can you show me the magic again? ❞

The memories haunt him like clockwork, a thick ball and chain wrapped around his neck tying him down to precious moments that will never come to pass again. He hadn't been sleeping well ... depriving himself of something he needed, too strung up in his thoughts tonight to bother trying to escape them. Lucifer must've been having audible hallucinations because he could've sworn he had the voice of his little girl.

He turned with hesitance but abruptly at once, not completely believing it and yet, there was the form of his daughter he remembered fairly well from her youth staring back at him; tiny and bright eyed. He must be hallucinating. Tears instinctually began to creep into his eyes as they slowly pooled up, Lucifer couldn't believe his gaze.

He's missed her so much.

He knew better than to interact with the apparition but ... he couldn't help himself. The stars in her eyes danced upon seeing him and his heart swelled, he finally blinked and the tears kissed down his cheeks. As if by habit, his arms opened up as he bent down to one knee to match her height, welcoming her into his embrace.

Maybe for just one fucking night, he'll indulge in insanity for a taste of moments he'll never get back. May this be an ever present dream he never wakes up from.

⸺ ❝ Of course, sweetie ... Come to Daddy. ❞

[spectrophobias]

@madefate asked: ❛ you did everything you could. ❜ / annabeth @ thalia!

thalia knew that the words were supposed to be reassuring, but somehow, it only made her feel worse. was that all her best was? having her family ripped from her hands over and over again, no matter how hard she tried to hold on? she'd sunk her claws so deeply into luke that she had shredded him into ribbons when she had been pulled away. in a way, this was her fault-- maybe he wouldn't have been so bitter if she'd been able to stick around. or at least, maybe she would have been able to soothe the ache; they had shared plenty of bitterness between them both before.

they had won the war, but thalia didn't feel good about it at all. she knew exactly where luke's anger had come from, and she didn't even think he'd been wrong. the gods always took more than they gave, and their children had suffered for long enough. it had been siding with kronos where thalia had had to disagree with him, and even then, she couldn't find it in herself to blame him. she didn't know if she would ever be able to fully consider this a victory, not with the crushing knowledge that luke was gone for good.

instead of saying any of that, she wrapped her arms around annabeth's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. they'd only just shed their armor, her leg not quite finished healing, but it gave her the most wonderful realization: annabeth was here. she had made it through so much these last few years, could handle herself just fine without thalia now, and it was both a gut punch and something so earth-shatteringly wonderful. she still had her baby sister, who wasn't anywhere near a baby anymore, and that was something. thalia thought that annabeth might have even been braver than herself now, having done something that thalia had been so afraid to do that she had given up the prophecy over it: she had faced luke herself, and she had made the hero's choice. it was the only balm thalia had to soothe her losses.

"you've done such a good job. you've been so brave." she mumbled into annabeth's shoulder, swaying them a little like she had done so many years before. how had that little girl grown so much? thalia knew she'd been out of the loop for a few years there, but it still felt insane. it made her wonder what sort of person jason would have grown up to be, the amazing things she knew he would have done. she didn't want to think about it though. she didn't want to think about what she had lost, or how hard she had tried, or why her best was never good enough. she just wanted to think about the one thing she was sure she had done right. "i'm so proud of you, annabeth. you kick so much ass."

[tangledfate]

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@madefate

Claire is one of my oldest mutuals and has been tentatively putting up with me for way too long now lol. She is a delight and her writing is fantastic!

@fizzarollitm

I haven't known Clarke for too long but I adore them, they're super fun to talk to and even more fun to rp with! I adore throwing Blitz and Angel at their muse and love the depth they put into everything!

@brokentoys

Wikia is the best and most unique take on the Riddler you will EVER find and no one can convince me otherwise. I love them and their muse and they are pretty much the only Eddie I ship my Selina with at this point.

[jizzlords]

@madefate asked: bee carrying a sad ozz around like a little blue calcifer / unprompted, always accepting. referring to...

GOD YEAH. sad ozz insisting he's fine, that he doesn't need to be carried around like this but Bee masterfully shuts him up by saying something like "if that were true, why did i have to get u out from the closet earlier only to find you in this state?"

he doesn't even like being that small it's just how he gets when he's upset enough and somehow, Bee's the one finding him like that the most.

[maimedaffair]

@madefate  ▐ fizz &* blitz ↳  [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― blitz traces his fingertips over fizz's body

fizz's mind has always been a mess of excitement &* buzzing. it never quieted down -- never gave him much room to breathe. always in motion physically , never calm mentally. hell , his mouth moved as fast as the rest of him , causing him to blabber on &* on about anything &* everything. he always considered it a perk --- fast moving clowns were funny ! acrobats were exciting because of all the movement. when he slowed down , people stopped cheering. so he never slows down.

that's been the pattern for a long time. performance was no longer a hobby ; it was a constant state.

but around blitzø ? around blitz he can just be himself. maybe he still talked too much , but it made blitzø smile. he looked at him with something deeper -- something only someone who knew him before could achieve. ozzie looked at him with nothing but adoration , but he could only imagine that old fizz. the one full of light , not yet marred by the flames. blitzø saw that bright version of him &* still stuck around now through all of the ugly.

perhaps that's why it feels so much more intimate now. as he keeps his gaze on blitzø's face , he can't bring himself to watch where blitz is touching. fizz has sweat off so much of his makeup over the last two hours that his skin is showing -- damaged &* discolored. rough &* smooth. jagged where his limbs attach ; where they become metal. he's mostly just trying to not flinch away -- to hide. he watches blitz's face so he can gauge what he's thinking. blitz has always been so bad about keeping his thoughts in. so he reads his expression --- sees the sadness there ; the regret &* pity. worries it's regret for doing this -- being with him.

his mind is pulled from his worry when blitzø brushes his claw over a spot on fizz's ribcage that causes the jester to shiver &* laugh , frame curling up. his trouble is forgotten so easily when he sees blitzø's smile. ❛   a-ahah --- ! not there , not there --- ! ❜ he squirms , rolling onto his stomach away from his fellow imp. laughter sounds good on him ; true , honest laughter. especially in such a vulnerable state.