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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months

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Striker x Small!Meek!Fem!Reader || Drabble

I LOVED HIM SO MUCH in the new episode.

Plot: Striker fails her so Stella shows him why he should be afraid of displeasing her- by leaving you a bloody and beaten mess on his doorstep.

Warnings: You are really badly brutalised and Striker has this weird combination of love and degradation for you that's ... interesting... 🤔🤔😅

God fucken damnit. You weren't made for this kinda bullshit. How'd that bitch even know about ya?

As Striker lifted your very delicate, shaking body up off the filthy ground, just about melting at the feel of your fragile little fingers pinch at the front of his shirt and the sound of your little nose sniffling against his chest as you cry. This is not right. You don't go fucking up weaklings for no reason.

"St- Striker- "

"I know, darlin'. I'll clean ya up- you'll be right as rain in no time."

You continue to sniffle, giving a bubbly little sob, and its so pathetic his black heart actually feels lie its broken. What the hell? ... That royal cunt better watch her back- next time he sees her, she wont be makin' it out alive. Grimacing, Striker walks with you in his arms over to an old wooden bench. The wood is rough as hell but its the only one he trusts to not snap under you, and surely a few lil splinters aint gonna make no difference with what you're already dealin' with.

He leaves you there cold and alone for a few minutes as he goes in search of his first aid kit- he doesn't need it all that often, so he's not too sure where he left it last. By the time he finds it, dusty and unused, buried under some fallen rubble, you've managed to get your own shoes off. Which makes him give you the smallest of grins, setting the first aid kit on the table beside you. "There you go, little girl. Good job. Can you wriggle on outta yer pants for me, too? Gotta get to those cuts... "

Striker's luminescent, snake-like eyes focus on your little form as you try; Sticking your thumbs under the waistband of your jeans and shifting, pulling, trying. You fail, and you're just a pitiful little bunny covered in tears and blood, and Striker's frown just gets worse.

How... how could someone do this to you?? You were pathetic before, sure,.. but now you're fucken tragic. Jesus fucking christ.

Its gonna be hard to let you outta his sight, after this.

When you give up, and just cover your face with your hands and start to cry again - thinking he's mad at you, - , he gives a relenting sigh. "... C'mere, tough girl, I'll help ya." With a hiss, Striker pulls out his blade and slices the garment off you. Then he flicks the first aid kit open, one hand on your bare thigh and his warm body nice and close to yours, as he methodically begins to care for and wrap up your bloody gashes, slashes and grazes.

He starts with your legs, wrapping up your sweet thighs completely in gauze before kneeling down and doing the same to your dainty calves. When he's done with that he grunts, and gets back up to his full height - he hangs over you even as you sit on the table.

When he cups your face in one of his hands to clean away the tears and hold you still so that he can stitch up a particularly nasty slice Stella gave you when you started to cry, he essentially engulfs both your cheeks. When he's finished with your face, he pauses- his eyes gaze down at your lips- before letting you go with a scowl and picking up your hands one at a time.

The left arm is worse, already turning a disgusting purple colour and practically broken so he carefully sets that one up in a sling before winding gauze around the other; Gently rubbing circles of disinfectant cream into your palm when he notices a gash there with dirt spread into it. "Hmmmm... " He hums lowly at it, frowning deeply and glaring as his thumb works away at the area- soothing your hurt but making you nervous.

"I- I... I'm so sorry, Striker... I'm- I'm... so weak... " You whimper meekly, eyes still full of tears.

"Yeah... " He sighs. "But yer my weakling, so... I shoulda been there to protect ya."

Sniffing wetly, you immediately shake your head- a little, spark of defiance that ordinarily, Striker woulda found fucken adorable. You? Thinkin' you can stand up to him?? Sweetheart, no... "No, its not your- "

"It is... " Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting go of your hand, Striker lets out a long suffering groan... frustrated and pissed but trying really really hard to compose himself. To not scare you. "... but you know what? That's okay."

"... What?"

"I got a fix, for this. Its alright."

"What's your... what's your fix?"

Here he lets go of his face and looks down at you again, a look on his face that isn't warm but isn't quite cold either; Its curious, and makes something heat up inside you- deep in the pit of your stomach. "... I'll move ya in here with me tomorrow. That way, I can keep an eye on ya." Cuz clearly you cant take care of yourself.

Fuck- Shit- He knew that, already. He knew that from the moment he first saw you, and he still let this happen.

Seeing him beating himself up again inside his head, you start to feel bad. And not because you're physically aching, and stinging, and torn to pieces- because your cowboy is upset. You hate it. If only you were tougher... then you could keep yourself safe and he wouldn't have to be so hard on himself!...

... If only.

After a few moments of silence between you two, you raise your creamy hand to his face; grazing your knuckles softly against him for a second- before second-guessing yourself, becoming embarrassed, and attempting to retreat again quickly.

He catches your hand though in his much bigger, tougher, capable one and holds onto it. "... That's nice, darlin'. Y'can do that anytime."

"Okay... I- I will."

"For now, though... " This wins your full attention, causing you to look at him again; Eyes wide and innocent. There's a tired look on his face, but he gives you a devastating smirk. "Lets go to bed, sweet thing. Y'need your rest, after a beating like that... and I don't wanna let ya go for a little while."

"Th- That sounds good."

"Yep." With that, he gently scoops you up again and takes you away to his bed. As he lies you down, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, before laying down himself.

#i dont know why i thought striker lives in that old mine XDD but i did and thats where this is set #i mean. he could. who knows #Striker #Helluva Boss Striker #Striker x Reader Drabble #Helluva Boss Striker x Reader Drabble #Helluva Boss Striker x Reader #Striker x Reader #Drabble

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northforthcrow · 6 months

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#twst #twst jade #twst floyd #twisted wonderland #helluva boss #helluva glitz and glam #this was created from the theory that glitz and glam were eels #and had me thinking of another set of scaly twins #don't know if someone already made this but meh #Insert Dr. Doofenshmirtz penny meme

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aflockofravens · 3 months

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My body responding to exposure to a brand new hyperfixation

#oops #i can feel the brain rot setting in #Just Look My Way has rewritten my brain chemistry #I DON'T EVEN GO HERE (yet)#but my tiktok feed is all Hazbin Hotel vids so ive been looking into it #and honestly the line “if hell is forever then heaven must be a lie” fucking slaps #all my religious trauma girlies can relate #but yeah #poison has also been in my head #the video clip is so well done too #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #time to go YouTube diving before I steal a Prime account

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just-a-queer-fanboy · 1 year

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Photo dump for the sake of my phone storage

My helluva boss/hazbin hotel obsession is destroying my depression and my camera roll

Edited cuz I forgot the tags

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva stolas #helluva gif set #gifset #helluva boss photos #photo dump #picture dump

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phoenixtakaramono · 2 years

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A Prince and His Baron - Ch4 (Revised) Preview

“Now you?” A boot thudded on the desk, before another leg swung up. Coins scattered with each thump. The leather of the armchair creaked as Blitzø leaned back. With his best businessman smile, he tossed the gold letter opener back and forth between his palms as he remarked, “A man like you? You look like you’ve got an enemy or two. Don’t lie. Surely there’s some heads you want to see busted? Some lives snuffed out?”

The expression on the Clerk-Recorder’s face became even more pinched. And he decisively went back to review the documents.

Blitzø maintained the megawattage of his grin but he let the conversation between them lapse into silence for a while.

Just like how the Lust ring was known for services which catered toward satisfying depravity, and like how Gluttony was a foodie’s haven, located in the fourth ring the Circle of Greed was the home of those whose sins were defined by their greed. Several administrative and recreational establishments like banks, amusement parks, and civic buildings made up its architecture. Instead of zoning cities and towns separately by ring, according to the building codes drafted into existence by the higher powers long ago, it’d been decreed that establishments like City Halls could only be built within the fourth ring. It was only an inconvenience for the demons who lived outside the Greed Ring, but they had to swallow their complaints and acclimate.

Whilst this was the first time Blitzø had the pleasure of meeting Imp City’s Clerk-Recorder in person, he wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the various City Halls that made up the civic buildings.

Despite popular misconception amongst the Sinners who fell into Hell, Hell was dominated by a bureaucracy. And if there was something they were known for, it was suffocating its subjects with red tape.

Blitzo wasn’t as well-versed on their infernal history and politics as much he’d like to pretend he did, but even he knew that as chaotic as the underworld could be, there was an unspoken hierarchy with specific jobs distributed to each demon.

Hell was not so different from the human world in one aspect—and that was ambition. An ambition to conquer, enslave, and oppress. An ambition to live a better life. Even those with slothful natures had an ambition. There was no one without one, whether it be a desire that was grand or humble.

With that ambition came a confounding question: in a society which thrived on chaos and sin, how can order be maintained? Hell was a melting pot of degeneracy and crime. Their ruler, Lucifer Morningstar, had been a firm enforcer in the founding years of Hell, decreeing that Balance must be maintained so that the denizens of Hell could focus their onslaughts on one another. Every person’s heart, deep down, carried a certain malice. It was simply a question of whether or not that malice was hidden deep inside or it lurked closer to the surface.

For more than a millennia, hierarchy mattered. Without hierarchy, their great leader would have long since been overthrown by his subjects with revolts and uprisings, and their realm would be destroyed from the inside out. This was what had been told to young children; this was what Blitzø and his sister had grown up on. Some traditions had to exist in Hell for a semblance of order to be maintained.

The foundations of Hell itself catered to those who abused their power and trampled on the less fortunate—and will likely continue to do so for thousands of years, long after Blitzø’s bones had become dust. Designed as a caste system, it was built to oppress, pitting one against another in an eternal competition of how high one can climb on the social ladder.

Unlike paradise, Hell was a dark, howling eldritch beast of a prison, housing lost souls damned in the eternal torture for their sin. Both subjects and the ruling class existed in a precarious state of equilibrium which was constantly in flux with the nature of how the world operated.

Blitzø might have been a menace in the shadows, with assassination being universally regarded as a shady profession, but it was still a legitimate business. Which meant there were regulations and unspoken rules even he had to respect. As someone with a hundred percent ownership of the company shares, he was bound by the same red tape as any other business owner. Blitzø still had to sign papers and pay the fees to ensure his license to do business within the city was kept active.

The memories were hazy, but he remembered no one had batted an eye when Blitzø brought out an envelope stuffed full of bloodied cash from his coat. Nobody had thought it strange when he’d flirted with the intern over the counter who’d wanted him to point out the physical location of his startup company on her computer and had asked him to specify which classification of “service/ professional” trade I.M.P. would fall under.

Back then, he had been a nobody—which had suited him just fine because of the nature of his occupation anyway.

Then he became someone whose reputation could induce fear. He’d thrived in the underworld. A talented killer. An underdog whom everyone soon learned they could not turn a blind eye to. Some courtesy had to be given to him, as someone who decided who would be added to his hitlist and who would be spared.

Amid the artful clutter of the office, Blitzø was like a bold, eccentric antique. Dressed in a fitted linen white suit, with a dark shirt underneath and his signature black coat draped over his shoulders, he looked like a mafia consigliere who’d stepped out of the front cover of a magazine. Somebody who looked like he was no stranger to staring down the barrel of a gun many times. The only things missing were the fancy heirloom rings—and maybe a cigar.

He knew, to anyone else, he didn’t appear like someone who’d once been jobless—and desperate. Someone whose clothes had to be oversprayed with cologne whenever he had to head out, covering up the musty, dank odor of old takeout and canned soup and unwashed clothes and self-neglect. The smell of a man who didn’t have any purpose or motivation in life and had been alone far too long in his dingy apartment. His origin.

But now?

His attention went to the letter opener, seeing the reflection of a well-dressed imp staring back at him.

White wasn’t necessarily Blitzø’s color—white clothes presented a bigger occupational hazard than wearing the supposedly ominous red shirt—but it sent a bold statement. An assassin who dared venture outside in a white suit? Either that assassin was just plain stupid, or it was testament of their skills.

He felt his mouth stretching into an involuntary, unnatural smile. The image of a scoundrel smiled back at him, full of sharp teeth and wicked intentions mirrored on the yellowed surface of the blade.

It was a legendary glow-up. He’d literally gone from “hello, sir,” to “hello, your daddy calls me ‘daddy’ too.”

There was also nothing overtly ugly about Blitzø. Beneath the dangerous killer, beneath the professional, utalitarian armor of his murder-suit, was just another person. He had grown out of his braces and pudgy cheeks into somebody whose figure was sharp, long, and lithe—with a thick chest and strength in his upper arms. Maybe Blitzø wasn’t as eye-catching as an incubus with rugged good looks or he wasn’t as tall as the other infernal species, but genuinely he’d won the greatest gift from his genetics; he could overindulge on junk food and his body mass index would still stay relatively the same.

It had been the same for his family. Both his twin and their mother had been conventionally attractive, with the only difference being his and sister’s horns which were of different size from the rest of their species. Different from the usual sexual dimorphism of imps.

The corners of his mouth drooped a little. Reminiscing on the past wasn’t a pastime Blitzø liked to indulge in nowadays except the instances when he was in a boozy, self-pitying depressive funk. His childhood memories especially had become muddled with the passage of time, with specific chunks of it—both painful and embarrassing—that he’d rather not recall.

But there had been an old saying his mother used to tell both him and his sister: a banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain. The first time he’d first heard her say this was within their tent; he’d been removing his clown makeup and Barbie Wire had been doing stretches when their mother hurried inside with two garment bags, telling them that their ringmaster wanted everyone rounded up and appearing “presentable” to a meeting with a bigshot.

Even now, he could still recall the ghost of her tired murmur: “Do you notice how Momma always dresses nice to go to the bank? Appearances can be a powerful tool. Even if we’re imps, if you look and talk like somebody worthy of respect and attention, people will treat you differently. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Her warning was a motto Blitzø lived by; presentation was crucial. Even if a person didn’t have wealth or they were under financial difficulties, they mustn’t give others that impression. They must not be seen as inferior. They must present themselves as someone well-off. It was a broad, sweeping overgeneralization but Blitzø had come to learn the saying was also applicable to everyone outside the Circle of Greed.

Blitzø’s gaze transferred to the knickknacks on the desk. The Clerk-Recorder had been in the middle of opening envelopes with his fancy 24-karat gold-plated letter opener when Blitzø barged through the doors for their morning appointment. The same letter opener was now in Blitzø’s hand, an engraved knife he’d snatched out of slackened talons when he’d taken his seat.

The edges of the blade were designed to be dull but he’d determined, after poking the sharp tip against his finger, that he could still use it to stab someone in the eye or puncture the throat if swung with enough force in a downward trajectory.

It’d been fifty-five minutes into their meeting already. Twenty minutes to exchange pleasantries, sign, and initial. The remaining time had been spent picturing twenty-five different ways he could’ve ended this guy’s life had Blitzø really wanted to.

Blitzø was no stranger to the transferring process of the grant deed of a title; he’d gone through a similar process long ago when he’d finally accumulated enough money to purchase the property he’d been leasing ever since he’d founded his startup. Granting legal ownership, from the grantor—the previous title holder—to the grantee—the new owner, was typically a streamlined process so long as there wasn’t a cloud on title. (At the time, there definitely was. How could he have known there was a previous lien on the building?)

Because of the nature of devil’s contracts, Blitzø had paid extra attention to the fine print this time—to ensure he wasn’t being cheated. Of the papers he had to sign, he’d recognized some of the basic information they wanted from him—the name of the new owner, the signature of the person conveying title, a legal description of the property, and so on and so forth. All paperwork had to be notarized in person for legal transfer and recording.

Filing still required a Preliminary Change of Ownership Request, with fees and a Tax Affidavit. Since it wasn’t just one property but an entire city, given from crown to gentry, the process required extra steps. Today’s appointment was supposed to finalize everything.

From where he sat, Blitzø could still see the stamp of the royal crest on the official document lying out in the open. It was an official statement authorizing the transfer of title from his possession over to its new owner.

He stared. The ink on the paper stood out like dried blood. Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia.

To Blitzø’s shame, he felt the faint stirrings of arousal. His body remembered. As the Clerk-Recorder reviewed the papers one more time, a gloved claw began to tap restlessly on the armrest.

A month had passed. But it was still surreal to Blitzø what had happened. Seeing these documents in front of him only confirmed that it was, well, real.

Blitzø could feel his grin becoming foolish.

The prince is so peculiar, he thought.

It was a really generous gift. Beyond ludicrous. Either the prince had been so impressed by Blitzø’s excellent figure that his sense of propriety took flight or he had planned it all out, an elaborate power move to increase the reputation of his royal family while getting on Blitzø’s good side.

After thinking about it, Blitzø decided it was probably the latter. Who’d be so kind and foolish in Hell? Had Blitzø fallen into bed with anyone else of the Ars Goetia—like any one of the kings or dukes like Bael or Astaroth—things likely wouldn’t have played out as luckily as it had.

In his heart, Blitzø secretly gave Prince Stolas two thumbs up.

Badass. Not only had the owl demon followed through with his side of the bargain, inviting an imp into the Ars Goetia aristocracy—something never done before in the history of Hell—but he had also gifted him a city. It was just unheard of. Stolas’ popularity had skyrocketed in one day with some demons and dropped sharply with others, making him the most controversial public figure as of late. The publicity stunt had invited heated criticism and praise. News outlets couldn’t make up their minds whether his royal highness had sustained some type of brain injury or if the assassin must have had some kind of leverage on him or the royal family.

Either way, whatever Stolas’ real motive had been, Blitzø had benefited in the end. He was not the type of person who’d say no to free things.

As he had come to discover throughout this entire process, the land that would be coming into Blitzø’s possession had originally been part of Stolas’ Crown Estate, a collection of lands and holdings which were separated from the governed estate and His Majesty’s private estate. Imp City had counted among the empty plots of land divided amongst the generals and commanders for their contribution in the War in Heaven—with crown land rights being hereditary possessions inherited from generation to generation.

To Blitzø’s amazement, the original paperwork to Imp City was supposedly a feather plucked from Lucifer’s six wings. Because of its importance, that relic wouldn’t be taken out of His Majesty’s Treasury and given to Blitzø until everything had been finalized.

Even though Blitzø could now be considered as a low-ranking noble of a small family, he’d gotten what he wanted. Recognition. Aiming any higher in status would pin a bigger target on his back.

While Blitzø had grown out of his animosity toward the rich, it didn’t mean there weren’t still traces of an old curiosity. The royal families were the poster children of the upper echelons of Hell. Like trust fund babies who had access to education, power, and influence, anyone of “royal blood” inherited both throne and estates—all because they were related to so-and-so from the great battle long ago.

Yet Prince Stolas was a walking contradiction. A tall, mature demon who spoke with a gentle, refined accent. Intelligent and of striking appearance, of genteel upbringing and a high education. He was a prominent figure whose family employed imps as manservants and maids throughout the years as naturally as he breathed.

He was also a married man who had kept his promise with a lesser demon even after getting what he’d wanted. And threw in a city as a little bonus.

The city was probably an added incentive for Blitzø’s discretion. To keep his mouth shut. An unspoken message of: See how well I treat you? I can give you so much, and I can just as easily take everything away.

Blitzø caught the letter opener again mid-throw. He had thought Prince Stolas might make an easy mark. And in a way, his hunch had been right.

Stolas was unmistakably powerful and prestigious. Rich, handsome, powerful, and not shy at all, he wanted for naught. Such a man could so easily destroy someone’s career and tear a family apart without so much a second thought or empathy. There wasn’t anything in the world that Stolas wouldn’t be able to get if he really put his mind to it.

With a man who had it all, who might not be so easily tempted by power or wealth, there were only a couple more ways that he could be enticed.

Blitzø knew himself very well. Seduction was Blitzø’s usual modus operandi, his default to nearly every situation. It was the art of the grift.

Had to take a driving test? Blitzø had taken one look at the proctor and distracted him with inane chatter and compliments, until they’d driven back and the examiner realized he was supposed to have been scoring him instead of making chitchat. Blitzø had exited the DMV that day with a new driver license.

Need to slip into a stadium to look for an optimal sniping vantage point for an upcoming concert? His answer had been to learn the daily routine of one of the lesser famous performing artists and fabricate an encounter with her when she was out dressed lowkey in public. Put on a confident smile and give her the illusion of the type of demon that a succubus of her caliber liked.

(And not have her fall in love with him.)

But royalty?

Had I.M.P. been like its early years, then in another time, in another place, and in any other circumstances, Blitzø imagined he might have been desperate enough to attempt to steal a grimoire from the prince’s mansion. A dangerous, high-stakes heist which ran the very real risk of being caught red-handed, being sentenced to a public execution or having his hands chopped off for his crime.

And if it was the prince himself who caught Blitzø in the theft, then while the difficulty of the mission would have skyrocketed, Blitzø might have even resorted to an even crazier stunt: seducing a married prince.

For a moment, a dark thought ran through Blitzø’s brain. If Stolas turned on him, becoming a stumbling block in his life and ruining everything Blitzø had built, then Blitzø would see to his ruin.

He tossed the letter opener into his other palm.

Stolas could also be considered as a powerful big backer.

As the sole heir of his parents’ empire, the prince was so repulsively, unthinkably wealthy that he basically walked on another plane of reality. He was somebody so disconnected from what was expected that Blitzø was surprised that there weren’t security guards stationed around his mansion to prevent abductions and potential assassinations.

The higher a person was, the harder they fell. Nobody was innocent in Hell; there was no reason for saints of good virtue to exist here. Even the most put-together, beloved public figure had skeletons hidden inside their closet. As far as Blitzø was concerned, Prince Stolas and his family was one of the model rulers; they hadn’t fallen into any big controversy or scandal.

People were naturally opportunistic; they sought after the rich and powerful.

There was not a day that went by where Blitzø did not see the latest celebrity scandal on the gossip forum websites. Prince or princess, king or queen, nobility or a commoner, it was all the same. Once someone was rich and powerful, once they had access to big fat wallets and bank accounts, keeping a beautiful young mistress or a young handsome partner on the side was almost a given. It was also the ultimate status symbol, practically an indispensable accessory of accomplishment and an ego-boost.

Not every marriage was like Moxxie’s and Millie’s; theirs was a special case. Blitzø could count on one hand the number of couples he knew whose relationships did not end in a disastrous break-up.

Cheating was often the underlying reason, but there existed other causes.

Although ordinary people could have affairs, it was not a secret that successful entrepreneurs and even politicians were notorious for showing up at business functions with their paramours. Some had even been filmed or photographed in a public outing, lavishing thousands on their lovers in a different ring of Hell while their families were at home.

Blitzø was also not ignorant of the underlying reason why certain cities were called the den of mistresses—or why certain red light districts were bustling with a never-ending stream of clients. A significant portion of I.M.P.’s own clientele had been jilted lovers ordering hits on their spouse’s secret lover, with several cases being the reverse where it was the cheating spouse and their young lover who wanted the wife or husband gone so that they can claim their life insurance benefit and start a brand new life together.

To survive in Hell, it was all about finding money and forging connections. Having someone there to provide for emotional and financial needs, being able to afford nicer things and being able to find opportunities that one might not be able to without someone supporting them and helping pay their bills was a method of ensuring stability.

Damn, wouldn’t that be nice though? For a moment, Blitzø allowed himself to fantasize. He imagined how amazing it would be to have a member of the infernal high society smitten with him. Him being someone’s object of adoration. An ordinary single father and businessman swept into a fairytale romance with a handsome and powerful prince, transported into a world of unimaginable riches and luxury.

When the image entered his mind, Blitzø nearly broke character, just on the cusp of guffawing and slapping his knee.

A rusty voice intruded into his thoughts. “...Is something wrong?” The Clerk-Recorder was peering down at Blitzø over his spectacles.

“Ah.” Blitzø shook his head. He rubbed the corner of his eye, wiping away imaginary tears. “No. Just had a funny thought. I could be a standup comedian.”

The four blue eyes narrowed.

But before the Clerk-Recorder could say anything, Blitzø interjected, “Is everything good to go now?” Propping his chin on his palm, Blitzø gestured to the papers. “Don’t tell me you plan on triple-checking it.”

Author’s Note: Keep in mind this is not from the final draft so some details are subject to change. Ch1-3 can be read on AO3!

Summary: It was undeniable that there was a new and upcoming threat in Hell, rivaling some of the realm’s most ancient fiends in ruthlessness despite his pedigree. Prince Stolas arranged to meet the hitdemon, ready to confer upon him a title. Their first meeting didn't go exactly according to plan.

Blitzø didn't think he'd catch a royal demon's interest in that manner, but as an assassin who's got several centuries under his belt, he might be able to roll with it.

(A sort of What-If AU, inspired by demon mythology, canon, and some other things like the Helluva Boss Instagram accounts.)

#helluva boss #stolitz #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss stolas #blitzo x stolas #a prince and his baron #preview #sneak peek #phoenixtakaramono #It did not italicize anything when I copy-pasted from my google doc so pls ignore that ha #also keep in mind this is fictional AU in Hell so nothing reflects what I do/ do not condone (this is fiction)#we’re setting up a baseline first before we get to the 2nd scene where blitzo reunites w stolas

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mnstcrsiiistcrs · 1 month

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I probably could never be able to animate it, but for reference, Marsha's hair has the ability to move on it's own (due to black magic). Sometimes it acts sort of like a tail (doing things like wagging or swishing from side to side) other time it just does:

#[ marsha // hc ]#gif set tw #mlp tw #helluva boss tw

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a-little-ray-of-fantasy · 2 years

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"Don't bow to that one! He bows to us, idiot!"

#Vivziepop #Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss Stolas #Stolas #Prince Stolas #Stolas Goetia #Blitzo #Helluva Boss Blitzo #Gif Set #My Gif Set #My OTP #Stolitz #Personal Rambles #He never learned this lesson and that's for the better

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drama-glob · 6 months

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SPOILERS FOR HELLUVA BOSS SEASON 2 EPISODE 7!!!!

Let me start off by saying F*CK YOU MAMMON!!!! >:( >:( >:(

Okay now, I LOVED THIS EPISODE because as much at it broke my heart with how much of a gut punch it was that Fizz has been putting up with Mammon for years, the fact that he got his freedom at the end with the constant support of Blitz and Ozzie, who genuinely care about him melted my heart as well. ^_^

I knew going in I was going to hate Mammon (because with how he runs his ring, I couldn't see how he could have any redeeming qualities), but he seriously was a bigger abusive d*ck and was way more blatant about than I expected. >:( Poor Fizz right off the bat with his unhealthy work ethic that he's not good enough and that his value is tied into his work, something that many of us (me included) have been guilty of. I blame Cash for being the most likely factor in why Fizz thinks that way, along with his idol worship of Mammon playing into it. >:( Also, that creep getting in Fizz's head was so messed up because we come to see how genuinely nice Fizz is and he sadly let what that guy said get into his head. ;_;

I'm so glad that Ozzie from the start is looking out for Fizz's well being and mental health, which is also really sad because he has no doubt had this conversation many times with Fizz about not needing to please Mammon and that he is good enough, only for Fizz to insist everything's fine when it's not. ;_; I also had a feeling Ozzie wouldn't be a fan of the Robo Fizzes given that he loves Fizz so much and knows what people use them for, so most likely it's part of the whole blackmail deal/Ozzie can't break out of making them so long as Fizz doesn't call it quits. ;_; I'm also happy that Ozzie clearly harbors no ill-will towards Blitz (which we already saw in "Oops," but it's nice that he knows Blitz wouldn't like the state Fizz is in and needs to cut ties with Mammon). :)

Fizz is just so talented with his craft, but the further pressure that he had actual competition from Glitz and Glam just made things so much worse, but of course Mammon don't care. >:( One of the absolute best moments though had to be the sweet little deaf kid signing to Fizz and Fizz signing back as well as sign his picture, so it was sweet and it helped Fizz's mental state temporarily. It was unfortunate that flipping creep came back and messed with Fizz once again, only adding to Fizz's panic attack that goes into overdrive once he sees Glitz and Glam perform. ;_;

My sadness only built as Fizz spiraled and tried to make himself "fine," but my man Ozzie being there as soon as he hears (from Blitz no doubt) that Fizz is not okay and him not leaving until he can get to the bottom of way Fizz is so adamant about doing this while trying to comfort him was wonderful. I legit cried, as I'm sure many of you did, when poor Fizz admits that he feels like practically nothing next to Ozzie and that without his job and the fame, he'd eventually leave Fizz despite how many years they've known each other and how much Ozzie does to remind Fizz that he loves him for who he is. ;_; ;_; ;_; It's sad too that Fizz has put up with the year of abuse because he felt he owed Mammon for leading him Ozzie, even though that's certainly not true. It really brought it in home just how much trauma Fizz has suffered and affected his mental state. I can only imagine how bad it'd be if he really didn't have Ozzie in his life. O_O The sweet, honest words from Ozzie afterward just reinforced my belief that Ozzie is the best boyfriend and their song "Crooked" was so saturated with lovey-dovey sentiment, I went awwww so many times and shows how lucky they are to have each other. ^_^<3<3<3

Fizz's "2-Minutes Notice" was absolutely incredible, (especially considering this was improv ;) ) and the fact Mammon didn't realize it was about him until the end was hilarious! XD But Fizz certainly proved how amazing he is and I'm sure Ozzie was more than happy to provide the magical backup to really stick it to Mammon. ;) ^_^ <3 It was really cool getting to see full demon Mammon and Ozzie, but it was especially amazing that Ozzie announced he loved Fizz to everyone so that he could no longer be blackmailed by Mammon and so Fizz could be free of that asshole; plus, he already seemed tired of hiding it. ^_^<3<3<3 Although Mammon will definitely come back for revenge on this sweet couple, Fizz and Ozzie get to at least have their peace for now and will face the future of their relationship being outed to all of Hell together. Also, those giant nuzzles from Ozzie are everything to me! ^_^<3<3<3<3<3

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Helluva Boss Loo Loo Land 7/?

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everlastlady · 11 months

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Helluva Boss X Reader: The Wedding

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to the Helluva Boss wedding version. I finally got this done and not posted at midnight like I did yesterday, so I hope that enjoy this one; if you did then please comment, like, and reblog.

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Word Count: 4473

☕Story Contains: Fluff

☕Hazbin Wedding Invitation: Here💌

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Striker: Striker was never one for love and any meaningful relationship. He saw them as a waste of time. An easy way for people to play with your emotions and get your hopes up high. But when he met you at your clinic and you patched him up from his injuries. He watched how careful you were with his body, how you asked how he was feeling, and didn’t ask or judge how he got these injuries. You were a medic for hitmen, assassins. And crime lords. So you didn’t ask any questions about how they got hurt. After that day Striker would come to you, whenever he was injured. You two would talk and you would offer Striker some much. You both formed a friendship and Striker took that leap of faith, and you both soon formed a relationship. But kept it private because he was a wanted criminal and didn’t want you getting tied up in his mess. After a long while of dating, Striker wanted something more. And this hit him when you were both kidnapped by some people who wanted Striker’s head on a platter and they wanted to hurt Striker by hurting you first. Luckily your cowboy bebop boyfriend got you both out of there. Striker and you patched each other up back at your clinic after that life and death situation he was sure. He wanted to marry so that night, he started planning.

Striker asked you out on a camping trip and you agreed. You've been wanting to see how his survival skills hold up, since he would brag about them and how he could survive better than the others in Wrath. So you and him took your car along with Bombproof to a nice place to camp. You helped Striker set everything up. When you grabbed a small bag. Striker quickly grabbed and stepped away. You ignored, assuming it was just one of his weapons that he didn’t want you to touch. After everything was set up, you and Striker sat by the campfire, you were roasting whatever you felt like would taste good and Striker seemed deep in thought. You asked him what was wrong. “ Will you marry me? “ He simply said. You looked at him and he looked at you. He took out a small tan velvet box and opened it showing a ring. “ And don’t worry darlin, I didn’t steal it, I worked hard and bought it for you. “ He said. “ But you don’t have to say, I understand. “ He said. But you did say yes. You wanted to marry Striker, and this made him happy. He lifted your hand and slipped the ring on your finger, and you two cuddled near the fireplace, Striker decided to play a song on his guitar, a beautiful night it was for you both.

Soon the wedding had arrived. But since Striker was a wanted criminal, you both did the wedding yourself. You simply decorated your guys' home. And made everything look nice. You both baked the cake and made the food. You had your wedding outfit on and Striker was wearing a nice suit. You both were happy with what you had. You didn’t need some grand wedding and a bunch of guests. You and Striker always had each other, you guys didn’t need anyone. You and Striker both stood in front of the wedding cake, laughing, the cake didn’t look perfect but it was the cake you both made. But you guys had a few guests. Striker’s horse Bombproof, his snake Noodle, and your cat (cat’s name) so it was nice to have at least three people at the wedding. You and Striker carried everything out back. While you placed the rings on the table, Striker was a nervous mess but he was ready to marry you and it was time for you both to give your vows, and Striker went first.

“ (Y/N), my darlin, my pumpkin, my stars, my partner in crime, my healer, and the one who made me feel like not everything I care about is gone. You showed me how to care and love again. To not be scared when I’m in love. You helped me through many challenges. Never judged them either. Even though I’m a wanted criminal and I can’t give you a better life. I want to thank you, for sticking by my side through the good, bad, and ugly. You are someone who helps people like me. And I never understood why, but I do know you have a good heart, a giving one. Just like you give and care for me. I want to do the same for you, for the rest of our life together. I love you (Y/N), I'm glad on this day I can call myself your husband. “

Striker stared at you, he could see the tears of happiness in your eyes, he lifted up his hand and wiped them away. You both kiss and help slip each others’ rings on and hold hands smiling at one another. Striker stood behind you and held your hands and you both cut the cake together. Feeding each other the cake and then dancing with each other. Striker’s wrapping his tail around your waist as the two of you dance under the stars. Striker caress your cheek throughout the dance. You didn’t know that Striker was this good at dancing but he seemed to be having fun twirling and dipping you. As he peppers sweet kisses on your neck and mumbles into your neck how much this day will be important to him forever. How he’ll love you forever and ever. At the end of the wedding. You and Striker went back inside, taking a bubble bath together and getting into comfortable clothing. You two cuddled in bed and you stared the ring on your finger, Striker plops a kiss on your cheek and grinned. He leaned and whispered something in your ear which made you blush, you smirked at him and nodded, this was going to be a fun night.

Fizzarolli: You had met Fizzarolli through Blitzo. This happened when Blitzo wanted to get revenge on Fizz for calling him out at Ozzie’s because he couldn’t get revenge on Verosika or Asmodeus. But he seemed to be ready for Fizz. But things didn’t go as planned and before you and Blitz could get kicked out by security. Fizzarolli wanted to talk with you, so while Blitz was getting kicked out Fizzarolli had bought you a drink and the two of you talked. Fizzarolli made you laugh and blush. He seemed to be loving the sound of your laughter and it made him smile. But when you did have to go home, Fizzarolli gave you his phone number, the two of you always text, send each other selfies, and call whenever you two could. What became texting and phone calls. Soon became hanging out and going to his performances. And what became hanging out soon turned into dating. The jester clown loved and adored you. You always made him feel loved and safe. But with his status it was hard to keep your relationship a secret but he didn’t mind letting people know you were his. After a long while of dating, Fizzarolli had been in deep thought. You meant everything to him and were always there for him when he was at his highest points and at his lowest points. Fizzarolli knew one thing right now and that was, he wanted to marry you and he started to plan.

Fizzarolli decided to take you to a theme park and not the cheap rundown one. They used his robotic version at. He took you to Loo Loo World. You had an absolute blast on all the rides, sharing sweet treats with Fizz, and winning prizes for each other. You both took pictures and recorded videos to remember this moment. When night had set. Fizzarolli brought a beautiful view of the amusement park. You watched him walk over and had his phone to someone while whispering and paid them. The person nodded and Fizzarolli walked over to you and pointed at the sky. You looked up seeing fireworks shoot into the sky and spelt out ‘ Will You Marry Me (Y/N) ? ‘ You looked at Fizz to see him on one knee with a green velvet box, he opened it to reveal the ring. You looked at the ring and smiled at Fizz. You told the silly imp jester that you would marry him. He pulled you down with his robotic arms and kissed you. Fizz slipped the ring on your ring. “ I’m so happy you said yes, baby. “ He gave you another kiss and the two of you went home. After a while the wedding had finally arrived, and you had a wedding outfit. Blitzo was giving you away on your wedding day, he had walked you down the aisle as you could see Fizz standing there all dressed and looking nervous, just like you.

When standing up there with Fizzarolli both of you held hands and stared into each others’ eyes while smiling. Never in his life Fizzarolli would think this moment would be happening. That he would be getting married, he sighed and smiled at you, basking in your beauty. You were breathtakingly more beautiful than anyone else here. The marriage officiant talked while you and Fizz were ready to give your vows and Fizz went last.

“ (Y/N) this took a while to write and I have to thank Ozzie for the help. But I wanna take this moment, our special day to thank you. Even though you were helping my idiot brother with some revenge plan. I’m glad I got to meet you. Because your laughter and smile make me feel warm. It makes my day to know that you are okay. You not only respect my boundaries. But you respect me as a whole person, everyday and every moment is a blast with you. You know how to have a good time and you know how to make me laugh. I enjoy the quiet times we spend together, how we cuddle on the couch and laugh at sappy romance movies. I love that snorting sound you make when you laugh. You may hate it but I think it's adorable. But I can’t wait to hear you laughing for the rest of our laughs. After this day not only will we be friends and partners. But we will be married, a new chapter starts for us and I can’t wait to fill the black pages with you, I love you (Y/N) forever and always. “

You cried tears of happiness and it was now official. You and Fizz were married, the two of you cut the cake and shared a dance. Fizzarolli loved holding you while you both danced. How he had always dreamed about this and now it was a reality. After the wedding you and Fizzarolli head back home, he carried you inside and was singing to you. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you on the bed carefully, then crawled on top of you and cuddled you, he kissed you softly and held your hand. “ I love you (Y/N). “ He said, the two of you kissed and held each other all night long.

Asmodeus: You and Ozzie knew each other since childhood, your family and his family were good friends. Ozzie grew up to be the king of lust and you were a famous actor. Sometimes you did perform at Ozzie’s lounge and something about seeing you on stage made him happy. But he always found his chest getting tight and his stomach doing flips whenever you laughed with him or hung out with him in his office. He also often found himself getting jealous hearing others talk about you in a romantic way or in a lewd way. With him being the king of lust, he found it gross and upsetting how people would lust after you. Ozzie had become protective and you noticed. He seemed to always want to be around you and would try to hold your hand whenever you both walked. So you had asked him what’s up and he sighed, telling you that he had caught feelings for you. That the king of lust had fallen in love, he felt like a hypocrite since he often judged others for love. But his eyes widened when you told him that you loved him as well but didn’t know what to say and was scared. Ozzie hugged you and apologized for making you feel like you could never confess. After that the two of you started dating and Ozzie didn’t care what the papers said about him. He was happy to have you as his partner.

He didn’t care what others thought and what the papers said. You and Ozzie laughed at the gossip and would kiss. Of course with being the king of lust. That didn’t stop Ozzie from making you flustered all the time. But his love was always passionate and he knew how to make you feel comfortable. Everyday and every moment was breathtaking with Ozzie, and after a long while of dating the king of lust wanted to marry you. So he would start planning. So whenever you were busy with work and gigs. He would plan and he kept the ring on him at all times. He wasn’t going to propose to you at his lounge. No, he wanted something more special. He had rented out your favorite fancy restaurant and both of you arrived there in the limo. No sexual remarks or flirtatious words came from Ozzie the whole ride. You asked him if he was okay, and he smiled at you. “ I’m fine, my little rose, just thinking about this night. Don’t worry, I'm fine. “ He gave you a kiss and the limo stopped. The two of you walked inside and had the best dinner. As you were eating, Ozzie reached out his hand and took your small one in his large one. You stared at him and he looked nervous. “ (Y/N), we have been dating for a long while despite all the gossip, I'm glad you stuck by my side so will you continue sticking by my side by marrying me? “ Ozzie said, while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a light blue velvet box and opening it to reveal the ring. You gasped and looked at Ozzie then at the ring then back at Ozzie. You smiled and nodded at him, Ozzie laughed with delight and slipped the ring on your finger, he kissed your hand and the two of you carried on with dinner.

You and Ozzie went all out for your wedding, you both invited your friends and family. Your wedding was in the papers and thankfully it wasn’t dragging your wedding through the mud. It was a royal wedding so people tried to get in and be a part of this beautiful day. You walked down the aisle with your father as the guests admired your lovely wedding outfit. You finally stood up there with Ozzie, your friend, your partner, and your soon to be husband. You almost wanted to cry because you remembered how you and Ozzie would throw weddings for your stuffed animals when you were both kids. And here you were, having a wedding with him. You held each others’ hands while the marriage officiant talked. It was time to give the vows and Ozzie went last.

“ (Y/N) I’m glad you said yes. Since childhood we knew each other, our families were friends and we became friends. I will remember how we would sneak cookies and make mud pies so that we could have a cake for our stuffed animals getting married. You were always a fun person to be around and I knew you were going to grow up to be someone great. And you did, then you became my partner, my everything, and you showed me something more than lust. You stuck by my side despite the gossip, rumors, and what those media leeches say. I’m glad you became my partner and I’m glad you’ll become my spouse. I want to go to bed every night seeing that pretty little smile and wake up every morning seeing that smile. I love you and will always love you. I’ll do my best to keep you happy, make you laugh, and to keep you smiling. Just like you do for me. I can’t wait to leave here with you as my forever soulmate. “

Ozzie finished his vows and the marriage officiant had declared you both married. Ozzie picks you up and kisses you. The most passionate and sweetest kiss was this moment at your guys wedding. Ozzie and you cut the cake together, danced, and opened wedding gifts. You listened to the speeches that the guest gave. And you both like Fizz’s speech. After the wedding, you and Ozzie went home; he carried you inside and continued towards the bedroom. He undid his tie, leaning down to kiss you and you kissed back. He held you close in bed so that you could hear his heartbeat. He showered you with kisses and rubbed your legs. “ (Y/N) I love you. “ Ozzie said and kissed your head, you were so exhausted from the wedding that you had drifted off to sleep in the arms of your husband.

Chaz: You only knew Chaz because you helped him fake his death to get away from Crimson. You always helped others fake their death and start a new life. You made a lot of money from doing it, but you kept your life private for safety reasons. But after helping Chaz, the weird shark man couldn’t help but want to be around you, even though he had thanked you many times for helping him escape. He still thanked you and insisted on you both being friends. You didn’t really have friends so you agreed to welcome Chaz as a friend. At first you found him annoying. His attempts at flirting always made you yawn and roll your eyes. You especially would beat his ass, whenever he was in your bed and trying to seduce you. But after hanging out with Chaz a lot you soon developed feelings for the horny goofball. And the two of you began dating but kept it on the down low. Especially Chaz had to do it. Surprisingly Chaz was a good boyfriend. He listened to you and respected your boundaries. He loved watching movies with you and would let you work. His favorite nickname to call you was sharkbait. You sighed but blushed everytime he called you this. With a beautiful relationship, Chaz saw you as more than a partner. He wanted to marry you. He didn’t want to lose you, he didn’t want his relationship to end like it did when he had dated Moxxie and Millie. He wanted you and only you. So he carefully and secretly got you a ring.

While you were out shopping, you had come home with bags of groceries but a delicious smell filled your nose. You had seen that Chaz made dinner, you were surprised that he didn’t burn your apartment down. At first you thought he just ordered the food but on closer inspection you could see he took time to cook. Chaz walked over and put the groceries away. He led you over to the table and rambled how cooking show networks are the best things to have been introduced to television. You and Chaz talked while eating dinner. You watched as Chaz left the kitchen and came back with something behind his back. You tilted your head and looked at him. “ (Y/N), I know sometimes I can be annoying and a pain in your ass. Heh and I want to continue to be that annoying pain in the ass, but as your husband. “ Chaz revealed a dark blue velvet box and opened it. “ Will you marry me? “ He showed you the ring. You smiled and couldn’t believe that Chaz was serious but you didn’t say no, you told Chaz yes and hugged him. Chaz hugged back and showed you the sweetest smile and he slipped the ring on your finger.

You and Chaz did a private ready but you did make sure it was your guys’ dream wedding. Thanks to the people you helped. They were able to make that happy. It pays having connections to the mob. You had on your wedding outfit and chuckled seeing Chaz having a difficult time with his tie. You walked over and helped him, once done the two of you took your wedding picture. And held hands. The wedding may be small but you both knew that it was safer that way and that you didn’t need some grand wedding to prove how much you love each other. Chaz adores your vows and how sweet they sound through your sweet lips. And now it was time for him to give his vows, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully unfolded it, you chuckle seeing Chaz almost drop the paper. He cleared his throat and looked at you smiling wide.

“ (Y/N) my dear, sharkbait, how much I adore you and I’m glad you took a chance on a guy like me. Because I never expected to meet someone as amazing as you. Because you mean the world to me, I love the way you smile when you look at me, I love how you laugh at my stupid jokes, and I love how you yell at me when I do something dumb and you forgive me when I do those dumb things. I want to be by your side and only your side. No one can measure up to your greatness, you know how to make everyday special and I want to continue to make everyday special with you, but as your husband, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow as your husband, I love you sharkbait. “

Chaz set the paper down and looked at you. You stepped towards him and kissed him, Chaz closed his eyes and pulled you close. The passionate kiss you both shared made you feel like nothing else in Hell mannered. That just this day, this moment, and you two were all that mannered. Chaz pulled away and smiled at you. He pulled out his phone and played a song you both could dance to. Chaz wasn’t a really good dancer but neither were you but you two had fun dancing with each other and laughing whenever the other stepped on the other's foot. You and Chaz had cleaned up from the wedding, you both sat on the couch eating the wedding cake in your pajamas and watching your favorite movie. During the movie after finishing the cake. You laid on top of Chaz, he was rubbing your back and kissing your head. “ I’ll only have eyes for you and only you, I love you, my (Y/N) my little sharkbait. “ Chaz said softly and held you close.

Verosika: You were a movie star in Hell and met Verosika when she was guest starring in a movie with you. She was playing your love interest. At first you and her didn’t get along and fought a lot on stage, she would call you brainless and no talent while you called her petty and spoiled. But things changed when Versoika had a meltdown on stage after the director said something that seemed to really hurt her and ran off. You sighed and followed her. You walked to her dressing room, and saw her looking in the mirror and crying. She picked up her flask to drink with shaken hands but instead she threw and punched the mirror and injured her hand on impact. You ran over to help her but Verosika fust, you told her to pipe down and you bandaged her hand while she sat there in silence. Verosika eventually spilled the beans on what happened and you were able to calm down, soon you both returned to stage and when the director tried to say something you both told him to shut up or he’ll be replaced faster than a broken glass. The director stayed quiet and the movie continued on.

Even after the movie was done and released. Verosika still wanted to be friends with you, so you agreed to be friends with her. The two of you did a lot of shopping, interviews, trips, and selfies. Verosika adored having you around. There were good moments and bad moments. Whenever she was having a melt down, over time you and Verosika started to date. She loved, spoiled, and would shower you in affection. She had never felt this happy especially after what ex Blitzo had done to her. But Verosika pushed away that pain to start something healthy for herself, for both of you. After a long while of dating Verosika’s friends has teased about her when there will be wedding, not knowing they were joking. She thought to herself, should she marry you? You both had been dating for a long while and you hadn’t stolen her credit card or used her. “ I’ll plan something… “ she said to herself. And plan something she did because Verosika decides to plan and she went with taking you on a private beach she owned. You are both in your swimwear and carrying a picnic basket. After setting everything up, Verosika watched you swim while she was tanning. While the sun was setting you and Verosika had your picnic, while you were eating. Verosika played with something in her lap. She looked at you and smiled. “ (Y/N) how do you feel about marriage? “ She said, showing you a hot pink velvet box, she opened it and showed you the ring with the gold band. You almost choked on your food but with tears in your eyes you nodded at her.

Verosika smiled and slipped the ring on your hand, She hugged you and cried. She was glad you said yes. You and Verosika decide to spend the night in her beach house and listen to the ocean while holding each other. After that night and a few weeks the wedding was finally here and you were glad it was, your poor girlfriend had been stressing about this wedding. Lots of screaming on the phone, firing people, and having to get things fixed. But the wedding came out beautiful but you looked more beautiful in your wedding outfit. You watched as Vortex had walked Verosika down the aisle, she looked like a goddess in her wedding dress. She stood up there with you and held your hands and it was time for the vows, Verosika went last, she had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“ (Y/N) this is not just my day but our day. A day I never thought would come, everyday I’m sorry that I was a bitch to you because you were the only one who was by my side and stuck by myself. When you agreed to be my partner, I was scared because I had been hurt before. But you taught me how to love again. How to love myself again. And for that I thank you and I want to continue to thank you as your wife. I want the world to know that I am yours and you are mine. I love you (Y/N) thank you for giving me another chance at happiness. “

Verosika finished her vows and the two of you shared a kiss while everyone cheered. You cut the cake with your succubus wife and danced with her. Verosika didn’t care about anyone else there but you. After the wedding, the two of you head home. She was throwing out suggestions of where you both should have your honeymoon. You chuckled listening to your wife, talking about honeymoon ideas. You sat on the couch, and she came back with two glasses of wine. She handed you a glass and sat by you. She took out her phone and took a picture of you both. She cuddled up next to you and the both of you drank wine and watched a movie. “ Remember how our characters got married in the movie. It's just like this but our movie has no ending. “ She kissed her cheek and crawled on top of you. “ Ready for the rated R version. “ She said with a wink.

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Episode 4

TW: Rape, Sexual Assault and Abuse, Physical abuse.

So uh, I really did just guess "there is no way it's that bad, right?"...

OK, SO LET'S TALK. So again if you haven't seen the episode big Trigger Warning for its content! It's real heavy, explicit and on your face. I'm a Sexual abuse victim talking about this, just so you know.

I think the bigger problem I have with the episode, it's the context surrounding it and what happens later on, specially. Many people can have different views on the poison scene itself, for their own. But that scene, even if you as a victim relate, can only really work in a vacuum. Why? Let's see... hum.... The jokes of male SA in Helluva Boss? How it's written as funny to Moxxie to get assaulted? By the Succubus, Blitz, Chaz? Not seeing any problem in Stolitz, and victim blaming Blitz.

Suddenly Viv wants to be like: "Male sexual assault and abuse it's so not talked about, I'm going to write about it". As if she didn't write all those HB jokes. All those jokes are only men getting assaulted too, by other men or woman. The SA and r-pe it's funny when it's done to men, why did this even happen?

Even if the entire episode 4 was good, why did the same person write all this jokes? Is the sexual harassment Angel does to husk, even going to be addressed later or...? The biggest problem, it's the bad execution. Something happens a lot with HB and HH, it's that scenes and concepts work In isolation, that way you imagine in infinite possibilities of the "what if this". But they give you is in it'self not that good. The series does expect you to be a fan, and have to watch the pilot. Because it doesn't really bother to introduce the characters or anything. So the emotional bits don't hit that hard if you didn't already care about the characters since or before the pilot.

Since the first episodes, Valentino has being changing between fucking idiot and horrifying monster. In episode 2 he is treated as a stupid dumbass. I feel like all the episodes until 4 were too much, on the comedy shit- to immediately jump into explicit abuse and SA is a lot. In the end of the episode they also shift back the tone, weirdly.

So we jump into Val and Angel's work, showing how shitty val is. Charlie jumps into interrupting the hole thing. AND VAL ASSAULTS HER TOO??? I didn't expect that. He grabs her kisses and lick up her arm, and gets too close to her in other scenes. Then Charlie accidentally ruins the set, and Val ends up physically abusing Angel. Living him with a black eye, and it's shown Angel did a deal with him. Leaving him fully trapped with him (not a legal contract, but a devil/sinner bound magic thing). Then it's poison music number.

Many people feel like it's too graphic. Other people will say it's okey, because it shows the problem straight on, and it's supposed to make you uncomfortable.

Explicit doesn't = good.

You can talk a lot of what does this level of graphic/explicit add to the conversation.

My main problem with it being so explicit comes from who is directing that hole part of the episode. I talked about it in the post above. The person in question:

(BLURRED CUT PICTURE)

Does this scene above seem familiar to you? This person put together with how the poison part of the episode is played out AND all the disgusting "SA is funny" jokes HB make this a fucking problem.

AND THEN THE FUCKING ENDING IS CRAZY BAD LIKE HELLO???? At the end, Angel is at a bar, and his drink gets spiked. Husk gets him out and fights against the guys that spiked the drink. Then they kindly have an argument... To get through the whole heavy ass episode- to then Husk hit with a song calling Angel a baby IS FUCKING CRAZY. I see what the point was supposed to be, but the execution absolutely kills it. The song tries to compare Husk and Angel, to say shit sucks but hey it's okay we are in this together, BUT HOLY SHIT. Why, comparing Angel Dust being sexually abused under a demonic contract (HE IS STILL UNDER)- to Husk having to work for Alastor. Yes, Husk fucked up his life in hell do to gambling- that's not comparable to Angel being in an abusive relationship where he gets taken advantaged of. Calling Angel dust a baby loser, "everyone got it difficult get over your self"- it's fucking crazy. The fact that the episode ends on everyone happy and laugh it off it awful! WHAT HAPPEN???????? Like Angel is still under Val's contract- his going to have to go back to work, or to any other place where his drink could be spiked. We are still in the same problem. I don't- I don't understand. The song wasn't even a "I'll help you", it felt more like "Hey shit sucks, get over it". How did you write that? I don't think the series has the time or good enough space to treat the subjects- and they are dealing in the worst way.

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I cannot believe this woman made a cum joke, about the song that it's about being trapped with your abuser- that comes with really graphic scenes of assault and r-pe. Like the whole song it's about that???? It's not a "Hot sexy" song, it's literally all sexual assault and workplace abuse.

This scene is from a non canon comic from the same artist above, got immediately referenced in the scene after poison. That's crazy. Also, The artist is... uh......... Did you know that in episode 4. It got showed that Angel's real name is Anthony? They changed their name to Tony, make themselves look like Angel? Now does sex work like Angel. They choreographed the pole dancing in Addict?

AND Viv just reduced Angel's Sexual Harassment of Husk as:

Angel trows himself to Husk, grabs him, touches him, makes unwanted sexual comments. You, have never left the weird shipping of queer of mean that revolts around sexual harassment. It's like old ass garbage Wattpad yaoi, not acknowledging those problems. Why is there more attention to that than Charlie and Vaggie, who lacks so much personality and everything. WLW with no condiments and artificial as fuck MLM with microplastics.

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Howdy, friendo!

Is it okay if I request some fluff, affirmations, and reassurance from Plantalone, Stolas, Andrealphus, Alastor, or Asmodeus?

(I know that was a lot of characters, I'm so sorry-)

Thanks so much, pal! Remember to take care of yourself!

Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel Affirmations

A/N: Did you underestimate my skills? JOKING! I'm happy when I get requests and it makes me so happy! anyways this is all fluff and is all platonic.

Pairings: Stolas, Andrealphus, Alastor, Asmodeus, Fizzorali, and Blitzo

Warnings: Swearing

Andrealphus

This man did not hesitate to break into your home as his sixth sense went off. He broke in an sat down across from your crossed legs pouring some tea and placed down your comfort food on the table before snapping his fingers making an blue glow carry your stuffed animals over. He literally leaned forward in the most zestiest way possible atleast he and Stolas had something in common they would throw hands at a butch who would hurt their bestfriend. He had mouthed everybody who hurt you and was close to smacking you when you talked bad about yourself. Even though he was sassy and could care less you were his world and what kept him close to not bitch smacking some random imp. He held you close to him after awhile you hugging him while he whispered comforting words and wise things into your ears which is surprising coming from the brother of Stella. He needed you to be put back together and kept in an piece he can’t handle his world crumbling. He would pick up the pieces and put them back together.

No matter how many breakdowns you have

Alastor

He noticed you’ve been off for awhile but didn’t mention it at all not wanting to making the more un-comfortable and weary. Though the breaking point was when you and him were just sitting down at his office while he blabbers don about his radio show and paused when noticing you weren’t paying attention, and he knew how you were quietly sniffling abit wiping away an stray tear and perked up when noticing that Alastor had stopped blabbering. The two of you held eye contact and it was obvious he was confused on what to do at first. He scooted over abit from his chair to lean more over the desk and slowly patted your head. He told you to sit on his lap while he talked on his radio show. He gently comforted you rubbing your back every now and then making sure you were alright and made sure when his radio show was then on break to see if you were alright and right after he listened to you rant to him while he tried his best to comfort you once again like the best friend he is… even though he was so fucking awkaward about it yet he was happy you opened up abit.

Sometimes it’s better opening up then holding it in.

Asmodeus

This man was quick at connecting the dots when noticing you sitting on the porch crying. He invited you in and made you some tea setting you down on an table with Fizzarolli was stuffing his face with pancakes confused but noticed how sad you were so he left to get some blankets. Ozzie handed you some tea as he sat down holding your hand as he let you tell him your sorrows and what has been happening to you currently. He nearly busted into flames when hearing these terrible things happen to you. Not to long after Fizzarolli came black with an blanket draping it over your shoulder as he took your other hand holding to for comfort as he stuffed his face with pancakes but shared glanced with Asmodeus who cooed and helped you calm down abit before you went back to crying and he held you in his huge arms as you waited loudly and you later on relaxed after awhile thanking Asmodeus and Fizz but mainly Asmodeus who helped you relax and every now and then saying some of the sassiest shit when you were ranting that made you smile. He needed you to be happy and relaxed.

He will always got your back from your lowest to your highest moments.

Blitzo

Everybody from the fandom well nearly everybody had confirmed with each other that Blitzo was on the spectrum and I am one of those people! Anyways Blitzo has a hard time reading people being on the spectrum made recognising changes in mood almost mute to him so he would just continue to blabber on about things for example when he got to go see some horses with Fizzarolli due to killing that one creep that tried to attack fizz in his dressing room when he had an heart to heart with Ozzie when at mammons circus awhile ago. Though he may not be good at reading emotions he was some reason good at reading you. He noticed your tense figure and how you were mostly quiet so he paused looking away awkwardly before scooting closer about to ask if you were okay until you just busted out in tears making him slightly worry as he held your waist softly making you jump while his other hand rubbed your back before using it so you could lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for awhile as you sobbed into his shoulder while he comforted you in an awkward but caring way.

Even if you go silent he would help you calm down

Fizzarolli

He stared processing for an moment before leaving the room and coming back later telling you to follow him. He made an pillow fort and had some snacks and blankets in the fort with the help of Ozzie who also had an huge liking towards you. The two of you would eat snacks keeping you distracted and making you calm even if you didn’t feel better he would playing with your hair as you cursed out or cried in his robotic arms. The fort he made was to bring you comfort and warmth to make you relax which helped while he also played your favourite music after watching movies that you shit talked about. You needed to be calm and relax he didn’t want you to be stressed over things. It made him worry for you and he hates seeing you like this. You helped him when he was at his lowest along with Ozzie and he would do anything to help you when you were at your lowest as-well.

He will always be there whenever you need him

Stolas

He noticed that shit immediately, and he picked you up princess style putting you on the couch and came back with pints of your favourite icecream. He sat down beside you while putting on an show you two wanted to binge together or an show you find comfort in hell even if he hates it he will watch it with you even if it’s those cringy ass 2000s Disney Teenage Movies he will suffer just to make you smile it was something that kept him distracted from the shit life of hell. He would not hesitate to comfort you and hear you rant. Hell he will decide to shit talk people for you even if he doesn’t know them! Your ex? Well they where an asshole at the start! Bitch of an boss? Of course they where an bitch when they yelled at you for doing your job! An person tried to speak down to you? The man will roll up his fancy robe sleeves and get ready to throttle an bitch for you. Stolas cares for you like how you care for him. He will listen and comfort you and talk shit with you, you did that for him and he will do the same for you.

He won’t ever let that smile drop around him it was what kept him going.

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