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dark-mnjiro · 2 months

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speaking in tongues ::: .01.

Author’s Note: hello again everyone! Welcome to part one and thank you for so much love on the prologue. I know it was quite short but it was needed to set up the story. I hope you guys enjoy part one. Make sure to check out the content warning from the masterlist as it has general content warning. Also, again, I will be tagging “part specific” content warnings. Always check both.

Content Warnings: please see the masterlist for general content warnings for this fic. Please be advised drug use, alcohol content, violence/abuse, creepy men being creepy, exotic dancing, lap dances, sexual innuendos/names/etc, fucking Adam is a content warning himself - let’s be real.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

part one

“How the devil himself could be pulled out of me”

The echo of her name roared over the bass of the music that blared in the club as she stepped onto the stage and took hold of the pole. A smirk curled over her lips before quickly spinning around the pole in time with the music. She could hear her fellow dancers cheering her as well from backstage as she landed another pole trick as the music ended.

Money pelted the stage as Imps scampered to collect the cash into a bin. She gave the onlookers a quick bow before heading backstage where she was greeted with a hug by one of her close friends, Angeldust.

“That was fucking phenomenal baby!” he exclaimed, grinning.

Laughing, she ruffled his snowy hair. “Shut the fuck up. Everything I know is because of you.”

“Don’t be so modest, Cashmere,” he replied, scoffing.

One of the Imps tapped Cashmere on the thigh causing her to glance down. The Imp held up a wad of cash, her earnings from the dance.

Cashmere took the cash before thumbing through the cash, counting in her head but immediately frowned. “This can’t be right.”

The Imp looked down to the floor. “Valentino took his cut.”

“Mother fucker,” she snapped.

Angeldust frowned. “How much did he take this time?”

The Imp sighed. “Over half… nearly seventy percent.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Cashmere cursed again before heading to her dressing room. She tossed the cash on her vanity before falling into the seat. She rubbed her eyes before leaning back on her chair letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Oh, Chiquita~”

Her lips dipped into a frown as she heard her dressing room door opening and Valentino stepped inside. “I see you got your earnings,” he teased as his firm towered over her. “You know, I wouldn’t have to take such a high cut if you would just make a itty bitty deal with me—”

“No.”

His crimson eyes narrowed at her. “Fine.”

“Now if you excuse me,” Cashmere said, turning away from him. “I’m going to change and head home—”

“Oh not this time,” he said, shifting his weight to one leg as his gold tooth poked out from his smirk. “I have a high-paying client…”

“I don’t–”

He snatched her up by her hair before hissing. “I dare you to interrupt me again.”

Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes as she hissed in pain. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Sure, Cashmere owned her soul…

But that didn’t stop Valentino from trying to break her down so she’d inevitably give it up to him… he had tried every tactic. Manipulation. Financial distress. And most recently, physical harm.

He dropped her to the floor. “Now get cleaned up, princesa,” he commented. “You have ten minutes before I drag you to that room.”

“Of course Val…” she managed to say. “I’ll be out soon.”

The door slammed before she rolled onto her side and curled up into the fetal position. Cashmere gently wiped away the tears burning at her eyes before hugging herself… the only amount of comfort she would ever find in Hell.

She managed to stand up and clean up the makeup stains on her cheeks before readjusting her hair. High-paying client, huh? What kind of deprived lunatic did Val happen to find that offered enough money to convince him to offer her up as a private dance… or worse.

She recalled conversations with Angeldust that the majority of private dances ended in some sort of solicitation for sex…

As if she hadn’t done that enough while she was alive.

“Just keep telling yourself you’re anywhere but here,” she told herself as she changed her outfit and shoes. Perhaps, this punishment in hell was well deserved after all the deprived things she did while living…

Shaking her head, Cashmere quickly planted a smile on her face in the mirror as she checked herself out one last time. “Performance. Nothing more. It’s not real.”

“Cashmere!”

Opening the door, she smiled at Valentino who was waiting outside her dressing room door. “Sorry. Shoes were being difficult.”

He bought the lie as he smirked. “You look delicious, princesa.”

If she knew he wouldn’t strike her, she would have visibly gagged at the compliment.

She followed him toward the private dancing rooms. The hallway was barely lit as she passed Angeldust, who frowned at her appearance in that hallway. She gave him a shallow shake of her head, indicating she would explain later.

Valentino pulled back the curtain to one of the rooms as she stepped inside. “Show him a good time.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a threat.

She couldn’t see his face, not that it mattered. No one in Hell was completely human anymore… she noted what she believed to be horns on his head. Oh well, it’s not like it mattered to her.

The music cut on, catching her off guard with the type of rock music that was playing. Not something she was accustomed to dancing to… but no matter.

“Well?”

She held back a scowl before moving to straddle his lap. The dance started as she began moving her hips.

“Are all you bitches like this here?”

…what the fuck did he just say?

“I’m sorry?”

“How is this supposed to be hot?” he asked, scoffing. “You’re not even looking at me.”

Cursing under her breath, she looked back at him. Her eyes had adjusted enough to notice that it seemed his face was similar to a screen. Perhaps he was another TV demon like Vox.

A clawed hand came up and grasped her chin, pinching it in its grasp. A yellow smirk came up on the screen. “That’s right. Lemme see that pretty face.”

She jerked away from him, unable to hide the scowl on her face now. “Don’t touch me.”

He tutted. “I paid for you. I can touch you if I want.”

Fuck. He was right.

She decided to focus on the music again and try to ignore his random commentary throughout her dance. It was insulting really… to be criticized by someone that had no idea how talented she truly was.

This had to be Valentino’s way of sticking it to her in another way.

“That’s it?”

Cashmere rose and stepped back. “I’ll have you know I’m one of the top dancers in this club!”

“Could’ve fooled me. I fucked plenty of bitches livelier than you.”

Was this happening?

“You’re not even that hot you know?”

“Funny,” she hissed. “Coming from someone with a hard-on right now.”

Silence filled the room.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Cashmere crossed her arms before shifting her weight from one leg to another. “I’m not repeating myself.”

He jumped to his feet, his body towering over her before backing her against the back wall. “You’re a little cuck aren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” she snapped as she shoved him away from her. “Give me my money and get out.”

Silence.

He stepped closer to her. Her hands came back up and tried to force him backward but this time he didn’t budge.

“You’re a filthy, little sinner.”

“Speak for yourself.”

He scowled. “I’m going to enjoy-”

Cashmere put her hands back up and aimed to push his face away from her. Her hand slipped, almost screaming when she noticed it wasn’t his face, but a mask, which had turned completely ninety degrees.

“Mother fucker!” he snapped, adjusting the mask.

“A mask?!”

“Good observation genius.”

Her brow furrowed. She reached around and snatched the mask off of his head. Her eyes widened before he stumbled back, cursing at her.

Golden eyes.

“You’re a fucking angel?!”

He snatched his mask back. “I’m THEE angel babe.”

“Why the fuck are you even here?!”

He ran a hand through his dark locks before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Heaven business. Studying you skanks down here,” he explained. “They want to know what the fuck is going on down here so they sent the most holy of souls-”

Cashmere inwardly groaned. She recalled several newscasts in the past talking about Heaven’s first soul… a self-proclaimed “bad boy” of sorts. Everyone knew his name… everyone knew his story.

“Adam? The first man Adam?”

“Took you long enough babe.”

“Don’t call me that!”

Adam shrugged his shoulders, trying to adjust his mask, cursing under his breath as he did so. “Babes… relax.”

“Also why the fuck are you in HELL. In a STRIP CLUB.”

“I told you,” he countered. “I’m studying.”

“Studying what? Hard ons? Don’t get those in Heaven?”

He scoffed. “Please. I’m very well-versed in that doll face. All dick came from me after all.”

“…you need to leave. Now.”

Groaning, he sat back down on the velvet couch. He moved his hand to mimic her speaking. He leaned his head back against the top of the couch as his legs spread apart.

“You’re a pill.”

“Fuck you.”

He snorted. “As if I would waste my time fucking a filthy sinner.”

Her feline-like ears flattened against her head. “Like I said,” Cashmere hissed as her tail flicked wildly behind her. “I’m not the one with an erection.”

He tilted his head. “Can’t stop staring? Can’t say I blame you. The dick is fire, doll face.”

“You know what,” she hissed. “Forget the money. Give it to Val.” She headed toward the door.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he quickly said. “Just wait for a second, princess.”

She closed her eyes in frustration again. But, she paused her movements.

“I think you’ll be the perfect little project to study while I’m down here,” he said before standing up. “You’re going to be so much fun to torment. So be at the embassy tomorrow. I’ll discuss with your “boss” about the arrangements we have set up. No questions from him.”

“He’s-”

“If I pay him enough and tell him I’m fucking you,” Adam continued. “It’ll be enough.”

A frustrated sigh fell from her lips. “Deal,” she replied. “What are you even studying?”

“That’s for me to know,” Adam retorted. “And you to find out.”

“…you don’t know, do you?”

“Fuck you.”

Cashmere checked her surroundings as she reached Heaven’s embassy before sneaking inside. She couldn’t let her reputation be spiked by making an appearance here. As she looked at the tall ceilings, she had to admit that Heaven sure knew how to make beautiful structures.

“…why do we even need an embassy?” She questioned under her breath.

“To keep an eye on you filthy monsters.”

Squeaking, she jumped forward in surprise at the voice behind her. A swear fell from her lips as she turned to see Adam standing behind her looking confused by her reaction.

“Don’t fucking sneak up on me!”

Rolling his eyes, Adam moved his way around her before falling back into his chair. He was wearing his mask again.

“Is there a reason you wear a mask?”

He was silent for a moment. “No.”

He sounded almost unsure of his answer.

Cashmere took the seat in front of his desk before shrugging. “I don’t know any angels… do they all wear them?”

Adam was quiet again, pondering the answer to that question. “Yes and no,” hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her. But her stare only told him he would have to elaborate.

He began to explain the different types of beings that lived in Heaven. There was God. The Ruler, the Creator. The Seraphim. The Cherubs. And finally, The Angels.

“So some Angels are human souls, like mine?”

Adam nodded. “They take many forms. Animals, humans… whatever you want. It’s Heaven. The Seraphim can change their forms… often their true forms scare the human souls so they take on more appealing forms.”

She sat back and tapped her chin. “Interesting.” She wondered what Heaven looked like if it was similar to what Hell was like. Was it cleaner? Was it as crowded? Were the souls up there happy? Who was she kidding, of course, the souls in Heaven were happier. None of them were being punished for their actions while they were living.

“Is it nice being happy all the time?”

Confusion filled his golden eyes before quickly recovering and smirking at her. “Of course babe… Every day is a wonderful day in Heaven.”

Cashmere didn’t catch the brief lapse of his mask before offering him a nod. She knew that she would never belong in Heaven. Not with her past and her choices while she was alive. “So what is this supposed to do?” she asked.

Adam let out a frustrated sigh before stretching his arms over his head. “I fucking told you<” he countered. “To study sinners.”

“Study what?” she replied, flatly.

He glanced down at his desk at the folder that Sera had given him before sending it to the embassy. Inside, he found an outline of questions and discussions that she and Emily wished for him to touch base on with a sinner. How fucking boring were these questions?

“The fuck did you do to screw up so badly, you ended up here?”

The question was meant to offend her, Cashmere knew that much, but she managed to smile at him. “I’m a phenomenal liar,” she replied, cooly. “How will you know that I’m telling the truth?”

“You think I give a shit if you’re telling me the truth?” he countered, “I’m merely here to make the Seraphim happy.”

Sighing, Cashmere raked a clawed hand through her hair. “Where do you want me to start?”

Adam merely shrugged in response.

Shaking her head, Cashmere glanced off to the side as some of the memories of her living life crossed her mind. Running away from home at such an early age wasn’t the best decision she had ever made, but it helped Cashmere keep her sanity while she was still living. She fell into prostitution by eighteen. Clients would often stiff her after services, so she learned how to fight back from fellow call girls. She often lured men in with promises of sex for quick cash before hitting them over the head with some sort of blunt object and robbing them blind.

“So not only a skank,” Adam interrupted. “But a thief too.”

Cashmere should have seen this insult coming from miles away but still caused her to frown. “Sometimes you have to do shit to eat.”

He tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t imagine you’ve ever gone hungry a day in your life.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Cashmere shrugged before smirking in response. “Nothing.”

“Calling me fat?!”

“If the shoe fits.”

“You know what,” Adam sneered. “Fuck you!”

Cashmere leaned back in the chair, stretching out her back. “My dad left when I was young. Never looked back,” she commented. “My mom couldn’t afford all of us kids. So being the oldest, I took myself out of the equation, to make it easier for her. Last I knew, they were doing amazing without me. That’s all I could ask for.”

His eyes narrowed, confused by her statement.

“I loved my family,” she said. “I couldn’t let them starve.”

Sadness flooded her mind. She had done the right thing, right?

Adam’s eyes fell to the papers on his desk. “They were starving?”

“I imagine the world is a very different place than when you were living.”

He rubbed his temples with his index fingers. “I’m not going to agree with you if that’s what you’re waiting for.”

Cashmere rolled her eyes. “So you never told me why you were at a strip club wanting a lap dance.”

“I don’t think I should have to explain myself to whore trash like yourself.”

“Just trying to make conversation I guess,” she sighed. “What now?”

Adam didn’t respond as he was lost in writing a few notes down in the paperwork scattered on his desk. She tried to strain her eyes to read what he was writing before he slammed his hand over the paper and pulled it closer to himself. Her eyes scanned upward, catching his golden hues glaring back at her.

“Haven’t you heard of the saying, curiosity killed the cat, kitten?”

“I’m already dead,” she countered. “It can’t get any worse.”

Touche.

“Just don’t fucking look at my notes okay? Top secret shit for Heaven.”

Cashmere offered a nod, a silent agreement that she would no longer try to spy on his notes. “Do you think we can get this done in one day?”

“I wish I could, sugartits,” he said. “But they said I have to spend three months—”

“Three months?!”

“Oh yeah,” he teased. “Get used to me doll.”

“My name is Cashmere.”

“I know.”

“So call me by my name.”

“I never call bitches by their names.”

She let out a frustrated sigh. “So the entire three months you’re here… you’re going to insist on calling me sugartits?”

“Well they are nice,” he teased. “Even for a sinner.”

Adam’s laughter echoed throughout the room as Cashmere decided it was best to not respond to his comment. She couldn’t fathom how she was stuck in a room with a man - let alone an angel - who laughed at his jokes.

“Are we done here?” she finally said.

“Hot date?”

“Hotter friends,” she countered. “We’re going out. Blow off steam.” Her phone buzzed before pulling out the cell phone and saw a message from Angeldust mentioning he had scored some drugs they could split at the bar. “I’m out of here,” she said before turning to leave.

Offended, Adam scoffed. “Fine. Be here tomorrow.”

She didn’t respond as the door shut behind her.

“Fuck yes, bitch!”

Cashmere laughed as she reached the club with Angeldust and Cherrybomb waiting for her at the entrance. Angeldust offered the bouncer a playful wave before gaining access to the club with the other two. Cherrybomb instantly pounced on Cashmere with a hug before showering her two friends with compliments and a complaint weaved in here and there.

“You two are always fucking working,” she groaned.

“Some of us are career bitches,” Angeldust replied before ordering the trio a round of shots.

Scoffing, Cherrybomb waved him off before glancing at Cashmere. “You too miss famous dancer?”

Cashmere rolled her eyes. “He’s right. Some of us have careers,” she teased before downing her shot. The alcohol burned down her throat and felt so good at the same time. The alcohol in Hell was different - it seemed to hit harder.

“Here,” Angeldust said, pulling out a baggy of white powder.

“Got a dollar?”

“You know it, baby,” he teased before rolling the single into a tube as Cashmere poured the powder out onto the table and used a card to line it up into three lines before putting the remaining powder back into the baggy. “You first, Cherrybomb!” she said before waving down a bartender to get them another round of shots.

Their friend grinned before taking the makeshift tube snorting the line of cocaine and chasing with another shot of alcohol. Angeldust followed next. And it was finally Cashmere’s turn.

The rush of the cocaine hit her head first before the burn of the alcohol slipped down her throat. “Fuck,” she said. “Good shit Angeldust!”

He flashed her a playful grin. “Only the best for my favorite bitches.”

“Let’s go fucking dance!” Cherrybomb exclaimed.

Cashmere jumped to her feet. “Okay!”

Cherrybomb grabbed her and Angeldust, tugging them out to the dance floor. The music's bass filled the air as Cashmere closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the music and her high. Her hips swayed in time with the beat as she felt eyes fall on her and her friends. Of course, they couldn’t enjoy a moment of peace dancing without some disgusting ghoul trying to catch a glimpse.

“Shit,” Cherrybomb hissed, glancing over Cashmere’s shoulder. “Don’t look now but a couple of fuck faces are trying to interrupt us.”

“I’m not drunk enough for this!” Angeldust whined.

Cashmere whipped around, catching two demon men approaching them, their frames towering over her. Her eyes narrowed before baring her teeth at them. “Back. The. Fuck. Up.”

One of the demons backed down immediately, but the other… Rage filled his eyes before snatching her wrist and jerking her toward him. “I know you,” he growled. “You’re that little skank dancer at Val’s club, aren’t you? Fucking tease. Won’t fuck anyone in the club.”

She tugged her hand back, rubbing her wrist. “Fuck off. We’re having fun. No one invited an ugly fuck like yourself,” she snapped. ��Besides, you couldn’t afford even a second of one of my dances.”

His fist rose, aiming to strike her.

“Oh big scary man,” she taunted. “Gonna hit a girl like a little bitch huh?”

The strike never came, instead, Cashmere watched as he was launched into a table by another bystander striking him.

“What the fuck!”

Whipping around to see who had hit the stranger, Cashmere’s eyes widened upon catching a familiar LED screen with a pair of horns, sporting a glare. “The FUCK are you doing here?!”

Angeldust quirked an eyebrow. “Impressive,” he commented, “you know him Cash?”

She didn’t have time to react, let alone explain who this was to Angeldust. She grabbed Adam by the arm, quickly tugging him into one of the vacant “sex rooms” and locking the door.

“I can’t even begin to explain what a hazard it is for you… an ANGEL, to be waltzing around a fucking club - IN HELL.”

Adam shrugged, looking away from her. “Piece of shit can’t touch my project.”

“I was handling myself fine.”

“Not from where I was standing.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough,” he replied, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “Saw those slutty dance moves.”

Rolling her eyes, Cashmere raked her fingers through her hair, moving some stray bits from her face. A sigh fell from her lips as she took a seat on the velvet couch. “Just go back to the embassy,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll be fine and I’m with my friends-”

“Oh yeah Angeldust the porn star, super safe.”

“...you know Angeldust?”

Adam seemed to avoid answering the question before grumbling. “Let’s just go.”

“No,” Cashmere said, flatly. “You go, I’m staying.”

“You’re fucking trashed and you’re high. Let’s go before some fucking slimy sinner tries-”

She decided not to respond before standing up and heading to the door. She pulled back on the handle before his hand shot out and slammed it shut. She could feel his much larger form, towering over her from behind. His chest pressed against her back, causing her to swallow the growing lump in her throat.

“Adam?”

“Are you going to fucking listen now?”

Slowly, she turned around, catching the LED screen on his mask glaring at her.

“Answer me.”

Cashmere pressed her back against the wooden door frame as far as it could go. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he made her feel so small versus any other garbage demon on the street. “I’m with friends Adam. You don’t tell me what to do.” She tried to keep her voice stern.

He leaned down to her level before pulling his mask off. His golden eyes stared at her - almost with disgust. Perhaps this was why… He despised her.

“You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.”

“The fuck are you going to do? Make me?”

His eyes narrowed before moving closer to her face. “Don’t tempt me.”

Her hand came up to paw at the door for the handle again.

He snatched her wrists, holding her hands over her head. “We’re leaving now.”

“W-what? Let go!”

Adam slipped on his mask again before tossing her over his shoulder. “Ready?”

“Fuck you!”

Adam shrugged. “That can be arranged, sugartits.”

“I hate you!”

“Feelings mutual, dollface.”

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 month

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Choose Your Own Adventure; Imp Style 3

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For a moment, you consider where to go, but the freedom of choice can be overwhelming when you're just a little thing as you are.

You peep anxiously as you try to make sense of all the new sights and sounds you are experiencing in this strange place.

Suddenly, you are reminded that you are essentially on your own in an unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers, and that has you scurrying to the closet thing to home you can find; The statue of Baphomet.

With a great deal of effort, you ascend onto the lord's carven throne and curl up in his lap, seeking comfort in his metallic form, but despite the familiar face, you find no warmth here.

You chirp mournfully.

You're beginning to regret trapping yourself in this place, until you feel a shadow fall over your trembling form.

Two ghouls -a larger, older looking ghoul who looks at you with a tired, yet gentle expression, and a tall, lanky looking ghoul who is eyeing you curiously- loom over you, not intentionally so, but it's hard not to when you're so... itty bitty.

The older offers you their hand to sniff while the other tries to coax you out by making an embarrassing trill and clicking sound like one might use to call for a cat.

So...

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #imps are just weird cats #you are become the weird cat

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pinkandpurple360 · 6 months

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What if this conversation continued??

Stolas: I’ve found myself with feelings 🥺for him 🎻 and I’m not sure it’s a mutual thing

Asmodeus instantly feeling bad vibes: Well. I admire that your expressing your lust freely and so blissfully ignoring all collateral damage and humiliation you’ve brought to your entire family! Admirable! But. I’m not giving you an elixir to force love out of this guy. Lust that’s forced isn’t lust at all, the pleasure is artificial. It’s sick. Sin must be chosen. You feel me?

Stolas nervously chuckling and defensively putting his hands up: ohoho noo 😅neeever that~ Ahem. This imp has a business he runs, I know your citizens are some of the few who can traverse the human realm freely and legally, I was wondering if you could find a way for him to do so too?

Asmodeus, awkwardly: ohh uhhh Stolas my heart bleeds for you 😐 but my partner-business partner, Fizzarolli, hates your imp guy, Blitzo right? Yeah. Hates. Him.

Stolas: He does? But why?

Asmodeus: (Ever heard of boundaries dude?) Not my story to tell, or yours to hear. Id help if I could but I can’t. Sorry. ok bye.

Stolas, leaving but still lingering around the room awkwardly cause he’s not used to hearing “no”: 😔boohoohoo…

(A beat, Asmodeus gets a text from froggy, he smiles, but then the more he thinks about Fizz and their consensual partnership, and thinks about the subtextual conversation he’s just had, it drops, as an eerie feeling begins to dawn on him. He holds off on answering for a moment)

Asmodeus: Hey. Hold on just one minute Birdy.

Stolas: ?

Asmodeus, threateningly: What, pray tell, do your little feelings for and sexual trysts with “this imp” Blitzo, have to do with his business, his ability to access the human realm, and my citizens?

Stolas, pissing himself and backing towards the door: W-well you see it, we both agreed to, we h-had this ar-arrangement, I-came up—we both came up with—wh-

Asmodeus, unnerved by this sudden radiating guilt: Excuse me? What is the nature of this so called “arrangement?”

Stolas: Getting our “kink on” hehe, as it were…

Asmodeus: Despite the fact he is an assassin, not an escort? Correct? You’ve failed to answer my question on why this is in any way adjacent to formal business. Or my heavenly problem.

Stolas, sweating: Well w-we…I permit him-legally!—to access the mortal realm and in exchange once a month…I!! Now I know how this sounds, But it’s not..This can’t get out alright it’s not—

Asmodeus, enraged but then slowly smiling, disturbingly calm: Not legal whatsoever? A death sentence to all involved? A blatant disregard for the value of a priceless ancient Ars Goetia artefact your father gave to you, and of your duties to your family? Your daughter and heir especially? You “permit” him to run a business, and going by the ashamed body language I witnessed, he is coerced, by nature, into giving you sex? Is that a fact?

Stolas, sobbing, mascara running: you have to understand my pain!! I was so repressed! Caged! No one had ever wanted me that way! And my bitch wife and arrogant brother in law, they—demand divorce ‘compensation’ but I don’t owe anything-

Asmodeus: As. They. Should. And I’ll do you one better, “itty bitty” Birdy Babe😃 (A fat subpoena is slapped in his hand:

neglectful mishandling of a priceless Goetia heirloom,

neglect of duties, neglect to educate his heir

fraudulent business transactions

sex trafficking of a secondary citizen of pride ring - approved to be legitimised as a regular citizen for court by King of Lust, Asmodeus Goetia)

NOW GET. THE FUCK. OUT

#helluva boss #stolas critical #scene rewrite #I never noticed until now that Oz calls him by name. stolas calls him ‘this imp’

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3kiripima3 · 24 days

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Omg hiii!! I was wondering if youd write Verosika x fem (its ok if gn) reader thats super bitchy w everyone but her?

Verosika x Fem Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Slight Suggestive Implications at Points

A/N: I hope this is good enough for you <3

☆ When she first started dating you, Verosika honestly had no idea why you barely had any friends.

☆ You were so sweet and loving towards her all the time; how could people not like you?

☆ The first time she truly experienced your bitchy side was when you were both hanging out with Verosika's succubi and incubi friends.

☆ You were talking to Verosika when one of her friends accidentally spilt her drink over your dress.

☆ Oh, boy!

☆ I doubt anyone in that room had ever heard so many new curse words at once.

☆ After you'd finished insulting the poor demon, Verosika stared at you, a mixture of impressed and mortified.

☆ If Verosika was being completely honest, your bitchiness kind of turned her on.

☆ Eventually, she got used to the fact that you were like that to most other demons.

☆ She did always try to make sure you weren't bitchy towards her friends though.

☆ Maybe sometimes she wishes you verbally tore her to pieces like you do others. It is kinda hot to her.

☆ The time Verosika was most shocked by you would have to be the time you encountered Blitzø while on the streets.

♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡

"I just don't get why you like the colour pink so much," Verosika said, looking at you mildly confused.

"Hm... yeah... I wonder why that could be?" You responded playfully, looking her up and down in utter adoration.

While Verosika caught onto the implication and was trying to hold herself back from giggling like a love sick teenage girl, a certain imp walked past.

"Ugh, I should have expected that bitch to be here..." Blitzø muttered, intentionally loud enough for both of you to hear.

"You fucking-" Verosika started, but you cut her off with a look, approaching Blitzø.

"Aw~ You must be that short-dicked imp, Blitzø. I've heard ever so much about you!" You said to him in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You bitch! Mind your fucking business, you-"

"Verosika is my business, prick. Is the little imp upset? Are you an insecure, itty bitty baby?"

"Who do you think you are?! You-"

☆ Verosika was so proud of you, and glad you managed to bring Blitzø's attitude down a bit.

☆ Let's just say... Verosika was so glad she ended up rocking your world that night.

☆ You may be a bitch to everyone but her, but Verosika wouldn't want you any other way.

Hope you enjoyed <3

#verosika x reader #verosika mayday #helluva boss x reader

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 3 months

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If it's not a bother, you could do what it would be like if the Twisted boys' Tsums appeared in the mouse's house, that would be something very fun and funny, the mess that those sentient plushies would make would be something super funny and cute

Oh no it's not a bother at all 🥰

So I have answered a few asks about the tsum tsums at the house of mouse:

(one) (two) (three) (four)

but let's see what else I can think of.

I imagine The Great Seven and their henchmen would take it upon themselves to keep an eye on the tsum tsums of the overbloters (the hyenas, Iago and the imps are audibly grumbling about that) and try to incorporate them in their matchmaking schemes.

Watch the villains teach the concept of romance to those itty bitty critters.

Kalim's tsum would hang around the good Aladdin characters

The Diasomnia tsums are sitting with Maleficent, Diablo and her goons - they also join in on the fairy tea parties

The Heartslabyul tsums are either with the King and Queen of Hearts and their card soldiers or have been kidnapped by The Cheshire Cat.

Thanks for the ask

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #fem yuu #house of mouse au

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chaifootsteps · 5 months

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It's hilarious that she edited out "impish plaything"

Truther Seekers: "Who dares threaten my impish little play thing?" *Grabs Blitz's face* *Blitz looks uncomfortable and annoyed*

You can't keep trying to write yourself out of a corner Viv, not unless you have Stolas explicitly apologize for coercing Blitz and treating him like "an itty bitty imp" and "impish little plaything".

And she won't because "he's done nothing wrong"

😐

You can't keep trying to There Is No War In Ba Sing Se your way out of this, Viv. Writing doesn't work that way.

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #look my way #actual blog post

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sir-subpar · 6 months

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Striker redesign/reimagine!

Might tweak a few things in the future, but here he is!

I'll talk about him under the cut, because I have some things to say

Okay! So: Striker

Let me start by saying that I don't really hate his design as is. I think he looks fine. But! As somebody from the southwest, I wanted to add a little extra southwestern style influence on him. And I also wanted him to look more like a rattler.

Now if some of you might be a little confused by the blue, I do have an explanation for it. Admittedly this is more personal than logical, but here's a cool little factoid about my nick of the woods.

As I've mentioned multiple times, I'm from the southwest, and we have a local very old Superstition around here, the Superstition goes that West is the direction of evil. It's where the sun is swallowed and darkness rises. What time were evil spirits would rise and torment the living. But it was said if you painted your window sills or doorways blue, you would be safe. Blue was the color of safety and protection.

So I kind of gave Striker little blue accents, as a reference to that color of safety. I like the idea that it's a comfort color for him.

Anyway! Aside from my barely filtered Self Indulgence, here are my thoughts;

I don't like his fingerless gloves, 90% of the characters seem to have fingerless gloves, literally everybody in the main cast has fingerless gloves or something similar. I like fingerless gloves, but I'm sick of it being everywhere in this show

As mentioned before I wanted to make him look more snake-like, so I gave him a rattler Style tell, larger fangs, more orange toned, a different horn Style just a match a little bit better. And eyeball imagery on his clothing. Since rattlesnakes sometimes look like they have eyeball patterns

Gave him scars, I was just like with millie, I feel like he's got into a lot of fights, and since they're both from wrath they should both have some Battle Scars.

Speaking of Millie, I had this idea for a rewrite, let me know what you think. What if Millie was actually considered the weakest in her family growing up? Which has caused her to be very self-conscious about her strength and constantly want to get stronger. All of this leading to her currently being extremely competitive to the point where it can be detrimental. And what if, when she wasn't able to actually help around the farm, the family had Striker come over and help?

Striker could be a long time family friend she grows up with, but also goes on to resent because she feels he is, in a sense, replacing her.

So the Harvest Moon episode would be more about her feeling an internal rivalry with him rather than a cliched masculinity episode with Moxxie

Maybe he goes easy on her because he cares about her, and she notices, leading her to feel like he sees her as weaker, which is very insulting to her Pride.

This could be why she eventually joins IMP, maybe assassinating humans makes her feel strong.

Those are my thoughts with Millie and Striker. Now, to explore another Dynamic that I'm sure you guys have been eager to hear my thoughts about...

Striker's dynamic with Blitzo

It probably doesn't surprise any of you, but I thoroughly believe that they had far more chemistry in this one episode, then Blitzo and Stolas do throughout the rest of the show

Clearly Blitzo likes him, and at the very least, Striker does have some respect for him upon their first meeting

The way he talks to Blitzo, it plays into what Blitzo actually *wants*. He offers a ticket out. A way to success without being shackled to Stolas

Striker calls Blitzo: impressive, sir, above sucking on a pompous Goetia.

Stolas, on the other hand: my impish little plaything, adorable, itty bitty imp, constantly baby talks him, "Blitzy" which was established Blitzo hates.

I will get to Stolas eventually, I have some thoughts I'll Explore More with him. In due time.

Would I make Blitzo and Striker a couple in my Reimagined Helluva? I don't know, because I don't really think it's necessary. I do think however that Striker eventually could become one of Blitzo's friends.

I have a very specific scene in my head:

____

Blitzo's uncertain about Striker's offer, he doesn't know if he should actually trust him, if he should uproot his whole business for the stranger just because he's saying the right things, or if he should just do what he's doing now and see if he can get success.

They fight, for a bit, Striker keeps talking throughout their tussle, tempting Blitzo to join him on killing Stolas.

They are equally matched, both holding the blessing tipped rifle, in a tense game of tug o' war.

Their rumble goes on for just long enough that now, Striker looks out the window, to see his opportunity to kill Stolas while he was on stage has passed.

Striker sighs, dissapointed as Stolas is once again surrounded by guards blocking his clear shot.

He releases his rifle, causing Blitzo to stumble back a bit.

He composes himself, straightening his clothes and dusting himself off.

"Tell you what Blitz, I'll give you some time to think on it."

Striker takes Blitzo's hand in his own for a moment, his tone of voice more welcoming than before.

He pulls away, revealing je placed a Buisness card with his phone number in Blitzo's palm.

"And when you decide what you want, you give me a call."

____

So! Those are my thoughts!

If I were in charge of the show, I would let Striker's business card sit on Blitzo's desk, or in his wallet, showing the audience that Striker is still in the back of his mind, even if Striker doesn't make a direct appearance in a few episodes.

I had a lot of fun with Striker, as you all can probably tell, he was one of my favorites before season 2 happened.

#helluva boss critical #helluva rewrite #helluva redesign #helluva reimagine #striker #hb striker #striker redesign #striker reimagine #blitzø #blitzo #hb blitzo #blitzo reimagined

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honeylashofficial · 1 month

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Casting Shadows | an Imp & Skizz snippet

[undisclosed] AU

Skizz Week Prompt #3: Ghost / Omen (@skizzlemanweek)

There's more to any town than originally meets the eye. Just like how there's more to any given person you meet on the street. But what if they're your best friend? Surely then you would have them all figured out, right? Surely then, you'd... understand their reasons for their actions. ...right..?

Hurt / no comfort (it's not that deep, I promise), itty bitty angst

–+– 2,811 words –+–

Skizz was a realist. Simple as that. Headstrong? Possibly. But that wasn’t the point in all this.

“Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize,” he sang half to himself, following the footsteps of the person in front of him. It was dark in the back alleys of the city, and dirty too. He shied away from the stained walls and questionable piles that littered the ground in front of him. The moon wasn’t any help from here, among such tall buildings and beneath thick clouds. Part of him really missed the Whimbles right about now.

“Grim grinning gho- you’re gonna be singing that all night, aren’t you?” Impulse’s voice asked from up ahead.

“Probably.”

“Just keep it quiet, okay? It’s harder to hear them when there’s background noise.”

Skizz pursed his lips, refraining from rolling his eyes. Right. Because the city was so much quieter than he was.

They slid into a tight walkway between buildings, finally approaching the main street with its overbearing shop faces and low-hanging signs. A muffled thunk came from Impulse’s backpack as the assorted materials inside of it jostled about. He held up a closed fist, signaling for them to halt before leaning forward and peaking around the corner. Skizz rocked his weight from his heels to his toes and back again, equally bored as he was anxious.

To be fair, Impulse did have merit to his argument. The city really was a quiet place under the glint of moonlight. Hardly anything stirred, and the streets were all but abandoned. Things happened, and as a citizen, it was in your best interest to simply close the curtains and wait until morning before venturing out again. But Impulse, in a stupid mid-teenage mindset of defiance and recklessness, considered it the perfect time to level up his talents. And maybe that made one year-younger Skizz even stupider, because he followed him.

“Where are we going? Sandy’s or Northflower?”

Impulse hummed deep in his throat, concentrating for a while. After assessing the view, he said, “I was thinking we could try a… different place tonight.”

Skizz would be an idiot not to notice that strange final note in Impulse’s voice, or the way he purposefully avoided looking back at him. A scowl made its way onto his face as his whisper turned sharp. “You still want to go to Enchantix, don’t you? We could get arrested for that-“

“No, not Enchantix,” Impulse pulled himself back into the alley, shooting a quick glare in Skizz’s direction. “I’m not gonna go wandering onto private property.”

Silent relief stabilized Skizz’s pulse. He relaxed a fraction, shaking his head tiredly. “Alright. Where do you wanna go then?”

“Maples? The abandoned office building?”

“Fine. Whatever.”

The two of them darted into the haze of street lights, quickly jogging across the road. There was no need to look both ways, as they were completely and utterly alone out here. Even the rats and raccoons were seldom seen, with beady eyes watching from the darkest of corners.

Skizz began doing the math in his head. If they wanted to make it all the way out to Maples and back again without arousing suspicion, Impulse would only have about an hour or so to look around. Which was fine with him, considering he had wanted to actually have a campfire out in the woods like they had told their parents they would. But Impulse insisted time and time again that the city was much more active and easier to practice among. So here they were, making the same old excuse, running around like dogs without horses.

“Did you look up whether it’s private or not?” Skizz asked a while later, squinting at the warning signs plastered along the side of the building.

Silence greeted him —an obvious no— before Impulse readjusted the straps on his shoulders and pushed the door open. “After you?” He offered. Skizz rolled his eyes, flicking on his flashlight.

It was strangely cold inside the office building. Colder than either of them had initially expected. But this exited Impulse greatly, putting a bright grin on his face. They were silent for a few minutes as their eyes adjusted to the dim light. A lot of the building space was surprisingly open, with random support pillars standing in the middle of barren rooms. Nothing remained in the interior, including carpet and most of the outlet covers. Eventually they drifted apart, with Skizz slowly climbing to the second story via the emergency stairwell. He had always had trouble believing in this whole paranormal world that Impulse described. It just wasn’t in him to be spooked by things he couldn’t prove were there. And with the cold beginning to seep into his skin, he was missing that fire pit more and more. But seeing how his friend had lit up at this place, he knew they wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He made a quiet sweep of the second story, not bothering with going any higher.

“Did you look up anything else about this place?” He asked Impulse upon returning to ground level and discovering his buddy sat in the middle of an empty room.

“A little,” Impulse replied. His backpack was in front of him, and from it, he had pulled a notepad, pen, small plastic balls, and a pack of glow sticks, which he arranged in a semi circle around him. “What color do you want?”

Skizz listened distractedly to the inconsistent drip of a drain pipe. He shrugged, uncaring. Impulse chose for him, tossing the thin stick in his direction. “Blue it is.”

“Why is it always blue?” Skizz asked, plopping himself down against a pillar. Gravel shifted loudly under his sneakers. “What about red, or green?”

“Because there’s no more red, and green didn’t come with this pack,” Impulse explained, simultaneously flipping open his notepad to a blank page. After scribbling the date, he added, “And you said you didn’t care.”

“I mean, technically I didn’t say anything,” Skizz shrugged, pulling his legs into a criss-cross position and turning off his flashlight. “How are you feeling?”

“Energized,” Impulse rolled a few of the plastic balls away from him, tracking with his flashlight beam to see where they landed. Once they had settled, he then cracked his glow stick, shook it, and laid it back down. He placed the notepad in his lap, pen in-hand. “They’re eager.”

Skizz nodded quietly, even though he didn’t really understand what Impulse meant by that. “Sure, sure. How long do you want to yourself? We’re gonna need to get going by 1 at the absolute latest.”

Impulse waved him off with the flourish of a hand. “Whenever you call it is fine. Let’s start with twenty though and then regroup.”

“Yessir. Setting twenty minutes now,” Skizz brought his digital watch to his face, squinting at the small screen. “Ready.”

“See you on the other side,’ Impulse announced before flicking off his own flashlight, plunging the both of them into near pitch black. There was a few seconds of shuffling around, and then the entire world went still.

Ghosts and phantoms and spirits were real. As real as the people around this city. As real as the ground beneath both of their feet and the sun above their heads. At least, according to Impulse anyway.

The paranormal plane, more thoughtfully referred to as “the other side”, existed in a universe tied extremely closely to their everyday one. The other side had never been seen before, but Impulse’s rare empowerment allowed him to somehow sense it.

From what Skizz could comprehend, every once in a while, these two universes would collide, creating friction that bounced between each world. It would send objects flying off of tables or short circuit light fixtures. Occasionally for short periods of time, people would be able to see shadows of figures in the corners of their eyes. It all began to make total sense once you had the right pieces of the puzzle to fit together.

But perhaps Skizz had spent a bit too much time around Impulse for a few too many years, because everything started to sound a little bit like garble after so long. He had grown too accustomed to be scared or put-off by any of this investigation stuff. Granted, Impulse typically described the other side in a beautiful and unique way. It didn’t make the paranormal sound creepy at all. It was simply another place where different things presided, and Skizz liked that sentiment.

Even with the years of sneaking off into the city on school nights and crawling back into bed a few minutes past curfew though, he definitely wouldn’t call himself a true believer. He lived in this world, and he preferred to make observations based on what he could determine. Not the invisible.

A distant cop siren pulled his attention away from watching his friend. Its high pitched wail echoed among the hollow grid lines of the city. Skizz turned to the busted out windows, where their only natural light could be found seeping through cracks in wooden boards. He liked this part of the county, with its high glass walls and bustling crowded walkways. There were so many people to greet on a given corner, and sure, most of them weren’t interested in returning his greeting, but the ones who did always had the most peculiar of stories.

He listened to the siren grow louder before it dwindled again, changing directions. Soon, he returned to seeking out the dripping pipe within the building, counting with a silent tap against his leg in order to divulge a pattern. His mind grew fuzzy, swimming in a fog of jumbled up ideas. He had nothing to do right now, so he let himself wander among all the ramblings and memories he could manage to conjure in the moment. His head drifted from one topic to the next like he was following a web of red strings. All the while, his hands rose into a familiar position, beginning to drum quietly against his leg, glow stick in-hand. Quickly, its blue color sprang to life.

Impulse’s pen glided across the page of his notebook, unclear on what he was doing from so far away. He could be writing down observations, or drawing with the aid of a ghost’s guiding hand. He had even caught snippets of conversations at times. Whatever it was, there seemed to be a lot of it tonight. He kept writing for several minutes on end, eyes closed, letting his steady fingers do all the work for him. Skizz had seen Impulse practice this in the margins of his math books, closing his eyes and trusting himself to keep all the words and spaces orderly. He’d tried it himself, in fact, before discovering that it was much harder than previously expected. Impulse had been using this technique for several years now, learning to keep his eyes shut in order to hold his concentration on the connection formed between himself and the other side. Skizz could only shrug, writing it off as mostly a party trick.

Slowly, the minutes ticked on. One of the plastic balls presumably moved, rolling over dirt and deteriorated material. A moment later, Impulse raised his pen, pointing out a direction in the dark. He paused, most likely confirming with whoever he was communicating to, before writing down another note. This one was considerably shorter.

Skizz may not believe in a lot of this stuff, but he knew Impulse did. So he wasn’t going to stop him, and he certainly wasn’t going to disturb him. Impulse’s abilities were awesome, whether Skizz believed what they spelled out or not, and the two of them trusted each other, which meant playing any sort of trick or prank was completely off the table. He had learned that lesson years ago, when they were stupider still.

His watch lit up, signaling the end of their predetermined time. Skizz peered over at Impulse, whose hand had gone back to writing diligently. One line, two lines, three lines. He would wait until he was done. And really, he shouldn’t be surprised by all the chatter tonight. This was a new place, filled with new patrons for Impulse to meet and get to know. It was a place where he got to feel unique, as opposed to a city where everyone else seemed to be cooler than him. Skizz would never admit it aloud, but he also felt that way sometimes. And Impulse had never told Skizz that he felt uncool compared to everyone else. Skizz just… knew.

He continued using his glow stick to drum, picking up speed as an invisible orchestra crescendoed in his ears. He was momentarily distracted, and completely caught off guard when Impulse piped up quietly.

“Skizz..?”

Somehow, the glow stick managed to burst in his grasp, releasing bioluminescent chemicals in a wide sweeping arc. He gasped, knowing that some of it had definitely splattered on his face. “Aw shoot.”

Impulse turned to look at him before a poorly controlled snort left his nose. “I leave for twenty minutes-“ he began.

“Shut up!” Skizz made a face, cheeks hot with embarrassment as he tried and failed to wipe the glowing patches out of his clothing. “This was my favorite shirt, dang it.”

“It is all over you,” Impulse chuckled, uncrossing his legs and standing to his feet. “I’m pretty sure it’s washable. It’ll be okay.”

“Whatever,” Skizz grumbled, picking up the broken end of the glow stick. In his frustration, he began drawing out a crude symbol, before thinking better of it and scribbling out the lines, just in case the chemicals did stain.

Impulse turned on his flashlight again, notebook clutched to his breast, and went about collecting the plastic balls from the open floor. He kicked them back in the direction of his things, shoulders slumped uncharacteristically. Skizz watched him out of the corner of his eye with curiosity before asking, “You wanna do the ‘yes and no’ game?”

His friend shook his head. “No, I… um…” He overshot his next kick, evidently distracted, rolling the toy towards Skizz who picked it up off the floor.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

The statement nearly made Skizz drop the toy. His eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, gaze darting back to him. “What?”

“Just… you know, I don’t want us to get in trouble or anything.”

Skizz had to do an entire double take. Was Impulse even hearing himself properly? Since when did he care about following the rules to a tee? Unless there was a drum pad in front of him, it was a commodity. “What’s goin on buddy? Everything okay?”

Impulse slid his backpack back onto his shoulders, gaze averted once more. “Yeah, yeah. How about that fire pit now?”

“Seriously, dude. What’s wrong?” The alarm bells were ringing in Skizz’s ears. He hurried to catch up as Impulse walked to the hallway. His glow stick was abandoned, strewn.

The steps quickened.

“Everything’s fine. I just need to go home.”

“Impulse. Impulse,” Skizz called his name again, trying to get him to slow down. “What- what about home? Is something wrong?”

“It’s not wrong. I just- I need to ask a question.”

“What do you mean?” Skizz raised his voice, blinking furiously as the two of them burst out into the moonlight. They didn’t bother to keep their presence a secret anymore as Impulse marched into the street, beelining for the neighborhood. It was as if he’d been tranced, unable to be distracted from anything beside his task at hand. As a last ditch effort, and because nerves were rapidly beating their wings against his chest, Skizz stopped dead in his tracks.

Impulse kept walking.

“Dipple…”

His steps faded into silence, the distance between them having grown too far.

Skizz stood there, confused, heart racing with anxiety and confusion. He was spooked. Not because of some strange noise from another room or an ominous voice whispering into his ear –he had experienced all of that countless times around Impulse– but because of the shadows that fell over his body. Because of the shadows flickering across Impulse’s gaze, like a haunting that could only be seen by him.

At least haunt’s weren’t real. At least those were times when that misplaced energy affected someone, causing momentary startles. It got into your head, making you unsure for just a blink.

And it would be all too easy to write those shadows off as just that. As nothing more than misplaced energy. But Skizz knew Impulse too well. Those shadows –that energy– was not what he had seen.

The past might only be composed of silhouettes, casting shadows along dark and dreary walls. But at one time or another, someone had filled those silhouettes. And only Impulse knew what all of that looked like.

–+– The End –+–

#mcyt #skizzweek #skizzweek 1 #skizzleman #skizzfic #imp and skizz #impulsesv #impulse sv #hurt/no comfort #angst #hermit fanfic #hermitcraft au

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nottapossum · 2 months

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Two of my brain cells rubbed together, and now I have this idea in my head. How would any caregiver you write for act around their sick or not feeling well little be like

Awww I love this one lol

(Feeling like I've been abandoning Ozzie lately. I love him so much lol)

Ozzie! 💙🐔:

When Fizz is sick, Ozzie will cancel whatever he has going on, no matter what it is to be there for him.

Meeting with another sin?

Canceled.

Has an important guest at Ozzie's?

Who cares! Canceled!

Lucifer is at war with heaven and wants his help?

Decline phone call.

He will drop all of it for Fizz!

He'll spend the day coddling Fizz, making sure he has plenty of food and water, and has everything he needs.

Ozzie worries about Fizz constantly and will stay up all night to be sure he's okay.

Even if it's just a simple cold or a headache.

He'd never leave Fizz to handle it on his own. Little or not.

Lute:

When a little in Lutes' care is sick, she will do everything by the book.

Make sure to check their temperature every couple of hours,

Make sure they're drinking water,

Eating food,

Take their medicine.

And they are to stay in bed until the sickness is gone. She doesn't care if they feel better or not!

Adam:

Adam doesn't know how to deal with sick kiddos... so he'll get one of his angels to take care of it. Probably lute, if lute is sick, he'll ask another excersist.

He doesn't do germs.

Carmilla: Carmilla has a special soup she will make for the girls if they're sick. She'll advise they stay in bed and constantly check in on them as a mother does. She'll shower them with love and comfort until they feel better 💕

Zestial: He has such a soft heart. He will feel so bad for the sick little one that he'll give them anything they want. He'll keep a very close eye on them and sing softly to them to help them feel a bit better.

Husk:

Little Angel will cling to Husk when he's feeling icky.

Whether he's sick, hurt, or hungover from when he was big.

He'll cling onto the winged cat for comfort, asking him to make the discomfort stop.

Husk is understanding of Angel, and though he can't make the pain go away, he will do everything he can to help.

He'll lay in bed with Angel to make sure he gets some sleep.

When he has to get up, he'll wear a baby carrior so he can keep Angel close to him at all times. (Angel is taller than him, so it took a while to figure it out, but they got the hang of it.)

Angel will cry if Husk leaves for even a moment. His codependency of Husk gets a lot worse when he's sick.

Husk will suggest Angel wear diapers while sick because of his very little control of his bodily functions even when he's not sick. Usually, Angel will agree, but sometimes he'll refuse and have a few accidents. Husk doesn't mind, though. He just wants what's best for Angel. He doesn't mind cleaning him up so long as Angel is comfortable.

He'll soothe the little spider with soft humming and back rubs as he rocks him gently and holds him tight.

By the next day, Husk will be so burnt out that he'll take the day to sleep in and recover.

Angel will always try to make it up by giving him breakfast in bed and thanking him for all he did. 💖 He knows it's not easy to take care of him all the time and wants to share his appreciation for all his friends' support.

Charlie:

Charlie will drop everything to care for her little one!

She'll make them a little care basket and buy them something (like a toy) to try and cheer them up! She'll provide everything they need and help set them up comfortably with their favorite cartoons! With Vaggy specifically, she really has to be careful not to upset her when she leaves to make her soup.

The little one hates being away from her mama.

Vaggy:

Charlie will always insist she's not sick, even when she definitely is.

Vaggy will have to be strict with her, but she needs to be careful not to hurt Charlie's feelings.

She'll tell Charlie to get to bed as she makes her some soup, tea, and gets her a sippy cup of water.

Charlie will cry and fuss because she hates being sick, but Vaggy is equipped to handle anything Charlie has to throw at her.

She fights Charlie's sass with comforting reassurance that it's okay to be sick sometimes and it isn't Charlie's fault.

She promises that everything will be okay and she'll express how much she loves to take care of her.

Then, once Charlie feels a bit better, she'll put on a movie and pet her head until she falls asleep. ❤️

Bee:

Bee will provide anything the little needs or wants, she'll stop at nothing to be sure her little one is as spoiled as they need!

She'll buy them a bunch of new stuff,

Offer them all the comfort in the world!

Anything to make them smile!

Tex: Then Tex will encourage bee to calm down and just let the little one rest.

Then they'll work together ❤️

They'll sing to their little,

Work together to help their little one take medicine,

And they'll read to their little one and pet their head affectionatly to help them sleep. 💕💖

Stolas: Blitzø is good at pretending he isn't sick. He always pushes it down and fights through it until it's so bad that he just can't deal with it anymore!

Stolas will either figure out that Blitzø is sick through Loona or Blitzø will just tell him.

The bird will take him to the palace and force him to stay in bed and rest as he pampers and fusses over him. (Blitzø has told him that he's allowed to do so because he won't stay in bed and get better otherwise. He knows himself too well.)

He'll make Blitzø take medicine, drink tea, and eat soup.

He'll take care of Blitzø, whether he is little or not. But Blitzø always ends up regressing because he feels awful and wants to be comforted.

After he has regressed, he'll refuse to leave Stolas’s side, asking for cuddles.

Stolas will oblige and give Blitzø all the comfort and love he can. He'll also sing to the little one and read to him to help pass the time.

Loona:

Loona is still struggling to find her caregiver headspace. But she knows that when little ones are sick, she needs to comfort them and make sure they're resting and drinking water.

She'll be very worried about her little one, but more worried that she'll do something stupid and make the experience worse!

She'll be very careful and do the best she can, do what's expected of a caregiver in this scenario.

By the end, she'll feel as if she did everything wrong because she bought rice soup instead of noodles soup, or forgot about the hot water for the tea!

But her little one will hug her and thank her for taking care of them 💗

Which will put a smile on her face as years of joy form in her eyes.

Millie: Millie will hold Moxxie and baby him the whole time, and Moxxie won't mind a bit!

Millie is very protective of Moxxie, so even if Moxxie is asleep, she's watching him to be sure he's okay.

She makes sure his water bottle is always full. She's constantly filling it and encouraging him to drink more.

She has a special soup recipe her mama passed down to her, and it's sure to make the little one feel better.

She'll spoon feed him, then cuddle up next to him to comfort him until he feels better.

Then, of course, she gets sick, so Moxxie gets to return the favor and take care of her next.

Lmk if you want part 2 with The Vees, Lucifer, Emily, Peter, Sera, Rosie, Alastor, Striker, and Stella...

Wow, there's a lot of characters lol 😆

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Itty Bitty Imps: Masterpost!

Book 1: Itty Bitty Imps: Complete

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Playlist for the fic 🎶 -Music Chapters: Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13: Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: -Father knows Best: Itty Bitty Imps Pt 2: In progress

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Music Playlist for the fic -Music (Not ready yet)

-Chapter 1: -Chapter 2 -Chapter 3 -Chapter 4: -Chapter 5 -Chapter 6 -Chapter 7 -Chapter 8 -Chapter 9 -Chapter 10 Itty Bitty Imps Pt3: coming soon Itty Bitty Imps Pt 4: Hurt, Coming soon One-Shots and ficlits:

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-One-Shots -Biting -Are Paci's okay? - -Notes/Info: Classification AU: Members in hell are forced to take a classification test that determines what they are:

-Neutrals -Caregivers -Littles And occasionally you’ll get a special classification such as: Babysitter, leader, Guardian, and even pet regressors.

For especially Imps and Hellhounds, (the lowest beings in hell), their results have everything to do with their future.

That’s why some imps had learned to cheat the system…

Blitzø being one of them.

Classifications: Blitzø❤️: Not officially little, classified a neutral after cheating on the test Stolas 💜: Caregiver

-Fizzarolli 💚 Little

-Asmodeus 💙 Neutral/ Guardian

-Millie ❤️🔥 Guardian

-Moxxie ❤️🩹 Neutral type: Poet

-Loona 🖤 Caregiver

-Octavia 💖 ???

-Littles info:

Blitzø: Little Age: 1-5 Fizzerolli: Little Age: 5-8 ??? Little age: 0-4 ??? Little Age: 4-13 ⚠️Warning: This story is not all fluffy and cute, this story is more about healing childhood trauma, and healing the inner child by accepting help and accepting regression as a coping therapeutic method. (there’s plenty of hurt/comfort and cute fluff, but that’s not all it is) in these books we will be discussing dark topics like child abuse, sexual abuse, death, emotional abuse, PTSD, depression, struggling in life, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationships, and even hating one’s own regression and dealing with the hardships of age regression. ⚠️ More specific character notes: -Ozzie and Fizz -Stolas and Blitzø: Coming soon -Millie and Moxxie: Coming soon -Dm me if you'd like to be part of my Taglist ~Feel free to ask questions, share ideas, or request something!~ Tag for Questions and Headcannons will be: #IttyBittyImpsQ&H

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How to Play as Stolas in DnD 5e

Today, we’re going to explore how to build Stolas from Helluva Boss in DnD 5th Edition. However, because Stolas is also a real demon from the Ars Goetia, we’ll look into that as well as needed to fill in any gaps.

For his race, Stolas is a Goetic Demon that manifests in the form of an Owlin. However, with DM approval, I’d just change Stolas’ creature type to be a Fiend type Owlin. I’d give him +2 INT, +1 CHA.

Stolas is a Prince of the Goetia family, and one of the many children of King Paimon. I’d say he’s a Noble for History and Intimidation.

As a demon, Stolas is evil, but according to the Ars Goetia, Stolas is relatively friendly and cordial, offering his knowledge to those who summon him, and can be trusted by demonologists to answer their questions truthfully. I’d call him Lawful Evil.

STOLAS’ GRIMOIRE

I had to debate whether Stolas’ Grimoire was a Warlock’s Book of Shadows, a Wizard’s Spellbook, or something else entirely. Stolas is able to do a few things without the book, but states that the book is a powerful artifact meant to be used by powerful and important demons, not itty bitty imps or humans, and scolds Blitz for letting the book fall into someone else’s hands. So clearly the book in question is a powerful magical item that allows others to access the same powers and knowledge it bestows upon Stolas. It must contain charges to cast spells or allow anyone using it to cast the spells within it, even without proper training. Paimon also gives Stolas the book while explaining his role in the Goetia family. Stolas is given his Grimoire to study the stars and foretell prophecies. The Grimoire’s two most often seen features is its ability to create an illusory projection of the cosmos (which Octavia simply calls “the stars” or “that starry place”) and the ability to open portals between Hell and Earth. So, the Grimoire must contain the ability to cast spells like Hallucinatory Terrain or Project Image as well as Plane Shift. And I think I found the closest equivalent.

DEMONOMICON OF IGGWILV ARTIFACT

This book contains the lore and knowledge of the Abyss and the Demons within it. The book also has charges which allows whoever is holding it to expend charges to cast the spells within it, including Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, Magic Circle, Magic Jar, Planar Ally, Planar Binding, Plane Shift (Between the Abyss and the Material Plane only), and Summon Fiend. While it doesn’t allow Stolas to create the illusory star field and it has nothing to do with the stars and prophecies he was told to study, it is the only magic book with spells stored in it that can be used through charges, allowing even someone as unskilled as Octavia or Loona to use the book to open portals between Hell and Earth. Now, a player obviously shouldn’t start with this item. If one wishes to play as Stolas, one possibility is that he used his Grimoire to travel to Earth where his Grimoire was then stolen or lost, or another demon stole it and he chased them to the material plane, and now Stolas has to hunt down his Grimoire, giving him a reason to team up with a party, and giving him an objective to work towards. The Demonomicon of Iggwilv could also be reflavored, as Paimon states that the book serves to allow Stolas to study the human skies and human prophecies, likely meaning that instead of it being a book to help humans study demons, it might be a book that helps demons study human astronomy, astrology, and prophecies.

WIZARD SCHOOL OF DIVINATION

Stolas is tasked with studying the stars and the prophecies of the Earth skies, so Divination is the perfect parallel for his abilities. We also learn in Season 2 Episode 2 that Stolas’ powers are limited without his Grimoire, though he is still able to open the portal to Earth without it. He also implies that while he could disguise the imps with his Grimoire, he can’t do it without the book. However, it’s entirely possible to label Stolas as a Fiend Warlock with a Pact of the Tome, giving him a Book of Shadows, which is literally called a Grimoire. The main reason I picked Wizard over Warlock is because Warlocks can just destroy their Grimoires and make new ones if they’re stolen, and Stolas in real world mythology is summoned for his knowledge, not for his charisma. Stolas is regarded for his knowledge of prophecy, herbology, and gemstones. So, we’ll give him proficiency with Arcana and Nature checks.

THE BUILD

Name: Stolas Ancestry: Owlin Background: Noble Class: School of Divination Wizard (20) Alignment: Lawful Evil

STATS STR 8 DEX 12 CON 14 INT 20 WIS 16 CHA 16

SAVING THROWS STR -1 DEX +1 CON +2 INT +11 WIS +9 CHA +3

SKILLS Arcana (+11) History (+11) Intimidation (+9) Nature (+11)

STOLAS’ SPELLS

While we’ve seen some of what Stolas can do, we haven’t seen everything and the Wizard gets a lot of spells. So, I decided to pad out his spellbook with space-themed spells that fit his cosmic theme.

C Light, Mage Hand, Minor Illusion, Message, Prestidigitation 1 Catapult, Cause Fear, Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Disguise Self, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Silent Image, Unseen Servant 2 Alter Self, Arcane Lock, Augury, Borrowed Knowledge, Crown of Madness, Enchance Ability, Hold Person, Levitate, Misty Step, Phantasmal Force 3 Animate Dead, Bestow Curse, Clairvoyance, Counterspell, Dispel Magic, Glyph of Warding, Magic Circle, Major Image, Melf’s Minute Meteors, Summon Lesser Demons, Tiny Servant 4 Banishment, Confusion, Dimension Door, Divination, Gravity Sinkhole, Hallucinatory Terrain, Locate Creature, Phantasmal Killer, Summon Greater Demon 5 Contact Other Plane, Dominate Person, Far Step, Hold Monster, Infernal Calling, Legend Lore, Scrying, Seeming, Telekinesis, Teleportation Circle 6 Arcane Gate, Contingency, Flesh to Stone, Mental Prison, Summon Fiend, Sunbeam, Tasha’s Otherworldly Guise 7 Crown of Stars, Plane Shift, Reverse Gravity, Simulacrum, Symbol, Teleport 8 Dark Star, Dominate Monster, Feeblemind, Sunburst, Telepathy 9 Foresight, Meteor Swarm, Ravenous Void

Because we haven’t seen much of what Stolas can do, this is a lot of speculative building. But, if I end up being way off, I can always rebuild Stolas later in the show’s run. But for what we know of Stolas now when there’s only two seasons so far, this feels like a pretty good application of what he’s capable of so far. Hopefully, as the series continues, I’ll be able to do more Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel builds going forward.

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