#we just need stolas here and its perfect

[fizzingfrenzy]

side note: this episode made me ship fizz with both ozzie and blitz an equally ridiculous amount

my solution to this problem:

#♡ ⸺ ooc. #spoilers #i have a vision guys #we just need stolas here and its perfect

[verdart]

I made the unfortunate decision to comment on a tiktok saying

"Blitz has every right to doubt Stolas' intentions and I will di on this hill defending Blitz"

Which made me actually realize in the context of Stolitz how much the fandom vilifies Blitz.

Upon rewatch I realized that he is actually kinda innocent lmao. So here comes the rant hop on in Verda rants at 4am again train.

The thing is first of all we need to work our media literacy muscles. So Stolas stans who think he is a uwu babygirl that dod nothing wrong repeat after me. "Blitz didn't watch "just look my way", "owl in a cage" or any other Stolas longing scene that we cried over"

Now that thats setteled I don't want to hear any "he is trying" bs because as of now (pre full moon s2e8) he hasn't actually done anything that Blitz is aware.

Lets start from the top my initial comment was about how Stolas treated him for so long before actually catching the feelings and how Blitz has a right to think he is not genuine.

Up top lest start with the condescending pet names and I won't be hearing Blitz cant be mad at that Stolas does it bc he thinks he likes it... jesus okay s2e1 when stolas starts the imp dirty talk what does blitz do a) encourage him b) get naked and dtf bc that was hot, c) shuts him up

Ding ding ding C. Stolas can still take this as bedtime play sure but we have a case for Blitz not liking it from day one. Other than that we all know he views Stolas' (perhaps in his mind endearing) pet names as condescention.

Secondly even if we ignore the power imbalance Stolas is the one to suggest the transactional fucking... s1e1 even tho in the forst time it was Blitz's doing, sorta. So don't at me saying well Blitz just uses him for the grimoire, like girly duh that was the premise. But Stolas also uses Blitz. Imo lending a book vs fucking in payment is a bot excessive but for Blitz's case beggars cant be chosers.

Now to the elephant in the room... Ozzie's. Does Blitz invite him (Stolas) purely out of selfish intentions that has nothing to do with him? Yes. Is he a dick? Yes. But Does Stolas hide his fucking face when he has a reality check? Yes. But then y'all be mad bc Blitz pulled his hand back.

That night Stolas was read once, Blitz was like at least 2 times... if we don't count the stuff for Stolas by proxy. He was having a hard night bro. And after Stolas invites him he is like no and Stolas respects that. Which if the show didn't add s2e2 in between it wouldve been a perfect stepping stool to get the Stolitz on healthy communication territory but that didn't happen.

I cannot for the life of me pin point when Stolas genuinely falls for Blitz. If its from day one damn it took him long enough to understand what he was doing was wrong.

Anyways we as fans can't be mad at Stolas because we know he is starting to understand the absolute power imbalance he created and the position he left Blitz in. He has realized that the thing is lets remember and repeat "Blitz is not watching the show with us". Blitz doesn't know of this sudden change of heart.

Now to adress a few meaningful interactions we have after ozzies. The fucking pixelated phone texts from s2 western energy.

Stolas apologizes but in that way that I look down upon. "Sorry if" like girl own it up anyways Blitz brushes it off and Stolas instead just goes hehe I didnt care either. Yall need relationship therapy my god. Important thing is Stolas was trying to reach out. But instead of going anything I said that made you upset etc he could've actually apologize properly for getting ashamed. Tho Blitz should also apologize for inviting him on a date for his own gain but thats another bag of worms I won't open tonight.

Other than that he has put off seeing him and doing the transactional fucking for a while. During those times. And as we know from all the phones Blitz breaks after talking to Stolas and hearing hus dirty talk he isn't too excited about. We don't exactly know if he comes or not on those nights. But he is also showm to be quite comfortable in s2e2 with the "my dick is good but its not that good" comment so maybe they do continue the arrangement... idk. Either way we know they haven't really talked.

All I am saying is that both parties of this ship are guilty af of hurting eachother and taking advantage of eachother. But as the power house of this power imbalance, Stolas needs to be held accountable. And he is doing that now!! Or will, in s2e8 and I can't wait to see how that goes. Overall, I can see totally why Blitz shuts down any signs that Stolas might actually be into him. He has a good bunch of reasons too. And as far as we've seen from the trailer we will get to hear him say it out loud as he should.

#verda rants #helluva boss #stolitz #stolitz discourse #blitzø #stolas

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - TWENTY THREE

Blitzø felt trapped. Paralyzed. He’d been racing across a vast emptiness for what felt like hours, chasing a beautiful light, warm and comforting, but it was always just out of reach. Growing further away. And further. And dimmer. And dimmer. And now he stood alone in the void, that distant light completely extinguished, his hope gone with it.

The inky darkness around him began to seep up from below and ooze down from above, and yet he was rooted to this spot, unable to escape.

This is fine. This is what I deserve.

Blitzø felt heavier and heavier as if the dark were a thick tar swallowing him alive, beckoning him to its depths. He felt like he wanted to lay down. Sleep. Join the nothing.

I’m tired… so, so tired.

He didn’t need to lay down though. The darkness was slowly oozing up his feet and dripping down his horns.

Blitzø felt something touch the back of his hand. A light warm pressure.

“Darling.”

Blitzø shivered.

Stolas.

“Blitzø, darling.”

He felt a warm caress across his cheek. He closed his eyes and tried to lean into it.

“Stolas.”

Blitzø’s eyes welled with tears. “F*ck… I miss you… So much… I wish you were here.”

“Darling. I’m here… I’ll always be here. As long as you want me.”

Blitzø began to cry. Satan how he wished he weren’t alone. The darkness had crept up his legs and held the tips of his fingers as his arms had hung by his sides. He could feel a weight sliding down him.

Eyes closed against the darkness, he willed that tiny bit of warmth on his cheek to be real. Convinced himself, at least for these last few moments, that Stolas was truly there.

He took a deep breath, wrenched a hand free from the tarry void that was pulling him in, and clasped tight to the warmth on his cheek.

Blitzø opened his eyes and there was Stolas. Kneeling before him. As bright and golden as the sun. Glowing and warm and absolutely f*cking perfect in this dark place.

“Stolas.”

“Darling.” Stolas smiled at him. Blitzø wanted to reach out and hold Stolas to him. But it was all he could do to break the one hand free and it was currently holding Stolas’s hand to his cheek. Blitzø didn’t plan on letting go of that hand until Heaven burned to dust.

Blitzø’s heart clenched. He swallowed hard to get down the lump in his throat.

“There’s so much I need to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything...”

Stolas…

Blitzø cried inside. He squeezed Stolas’s hand, reminding himself of how it felt. He took a deep breath.

“Please... I have to tell you...”

“What is it, darling?”

“I’m f*cked up. I don’t know how to communicate and I push away the people I care about the most. Because I’m afraid. Afraid I’ll get hurt. Or worse, I’ll hurt them… And I care… SO much about you Stolas… But I’ve done so many shitty things to you already. I don’t deserve you…

“When we were kids my dad told me I’d been sold to be your playmate for the day. Then he said that I had to rob your family in order to help my mom. That stupid pirate game? I was robbing you. ‘Cuz my dad valued money over me. And I’m ashamed I did it.. Because when I got to know you? I had so much fun with you. You were such a nerd about your books and I thought it was so f*cking cute. You were kind. I wasn’t used to that, especially from royals.”

Blitzø paused to take a shaky breath. He couldn’t bear to look at Stolas or he’d lose his nerve.

“The day I crashed your party? I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there for you. At all... I was a piece of sh*t and was only there to steal your book. I remembered you told me it gave you access to the human world.

“I was flirty and aggressive ‘cuz I could tell you were into me. And the absolute trash heap I was, I didn’t care about tying you up, stealing from you and bouncing… But then you went off about how long you’d wanted passion like that… And said you were so happy that the one who wanted you was your first friend… Me. ME. A nobody like me meant that much to you…”

Blitzø couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“I like to pretend that I stayed because it was out of pity or guilt, but really?… Most of me was SO happy to hear that I was wanted. That I made someone else feel wanted. I’d never had that before. I never realized that was something I truly wanted before… That it was something I was ALLOWED to want…”

Blitzø swallowed hard. It was getting difficult to breathe. The darkness was weighing down more and more.

“And then when we… F*ck… Wow, Stolas… Just… WOW… I mean, other than your weird, excessive f*cking dirty talk… I’ve never had better.”

Blitzø shivered and squeezed Stolas’s hand against his cheek.

“Oh. About that… What's up with the vulgar porn monologuing? You’re so prim and proper but then, Christ on a stick Stolas, you become some damn freak when sex is involved… Why the Heaven do you think I gag you so often? The dirty talk freaks me the f*ck out…”

“Sorry. I digress…” Blitzø laughed nervously.

“Where was I? Right… I’m so f*cking sorry, but I only invited you out to Ozzie’s that night because I needed a date to get in the door. I wanted to be able to spy on Mox and Millie’s date.

“Why do I spy on them? That’s a whole other thing that boils down to them having the perfect relationship and me wanting to be a part of it or know what it’s like to be in one. Because hey… spying is a lot easier than finding a good relationship for myself… or something along those lines… At least that’s what my therapist told me before I fired him.”

Blitzø felt like time was running out. More and more of his self was being devoured by the darkness by the second. He clung tighter to the sight of Stolas and the warmth of his hand.

“I’m an idiot imp who doesn’t deserve your attention so I get why you’d be embarrassed of being seen with me. I didn’t expect it. So it hurt. I guess I took your attention for genuine affection and I took it all for granted. But that’s my fault.

“I took things you did out of context. Thought you cared more than you do. But regardless… All the bullshit has been my fault…

“I deserve your offhanded, demeaning, and frankly, casually racist comments… Being your impish little plaything. And called an itty-bitty imp… I’m so far below you, Stolas. I can’t believe I ever thought I could… That I’d ever be good enough… You deserve so much better than me... Than that piece of sh*t wife of yours… Than the life you’re trapped in…”

Blitzø swallowed hard.

“I should have been there to save you from Striker. Yes, Loona is the most important person in my life. But her appointment could have been moved. Her life wasn’t in danger. Yours was. I just had no real idea how vulnerable you truly were or could be.

“When you saved me in the human world you were so powerful. The most awe inspiring and beautiful thing I had ever seen… I didn’t think anything could hurt you… So it broke me when I saw you wheeled into that hospital on that gurney knowing I could have prevented it. I could have saved you. You got hurt because of me. I couldn’t bring myself to show my face because of that. And I was too afraid to see you hurt and in pain. I was so ashamed.”

It was getting harder and harder to see the image of Stolas; the only comfort he had left…

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, for all the sh*tty things I’ve done and said. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Blitzø…”

Blitzø felt the darkness close in all around him. He couldn’t see Stolas anymore. Just a soft glow where Stolas’s image had knelt and the faint whisper of warmth on his cheek.

“Please, Stolas… Stay… Don’t throw me away…”

Blitzø closed his eyes and let the light and warmth disappear.

*****

#helluva boss #stolas #blitzø #stolitz #fanfic #vivienne medrano #vivzieverse #vivziepop #blitzo #brandon rogers

[multifandomgrabage]

Random and non cohesive HB thoughts, particularly season 2:

I don’t condone or support Stella’s actions, but I am very disappointed in how she is written. Im fine with her being a villain, and I’ll even let a lack of a backstory slide! My main issues with Stella are:

A) Being 1 dimensional. Please, give her traits outside of “bitch” and “angry at Stolas”. The majority of the fan base already is (somehow) in support of Stolitz, you don’t need another prop to keep your ship going. (subpoint to a): Also, not a fan of the “wife finds out that her husband is queer” trope, but whatever, she is a villain. Its pretty fucking basic though.

B) Her lines. My fucking gosh, her lines are so fucking flat and weightless. You’d think that something an abuser says would stick and sound intimidating, but no. We get “I LiKe ToRmEnTiNg YoU”. For fucks sake, what was that?! As someone who grew up with an abusive mother, I can confidently say that no one will say that. Its like they didnt respect their ADULT audience enough to figure things out and felt they had to have a giant ass neon sign screaming

“LOOK HERE, THIS IS ABUSIVE, SHE SAID SHE LIKES HURTING HIM! A-B-U-S-E! NOW GO AND FORGET ABOUT ANY TERRIBLY TOXIC THINGS STOLAS OR BLITZO HAVE DONE”

Clearly the show is meant for adult audiences. We don’t need to be told what is and isn’t abuse. Why not do a little something called “show vs tell”? Some alright examples they have previously done are the portraits usually having just Stolas and Octavia, or a pissed Stella. Or seeing how she threw a fucking imp butler across the room.

I got a bit off topic, but here are some ways id probably write her:

A narcissist. To the outside world, she is friendly Stella, who just likes to party and smile. She has a perfect family, and everyone loves her. But under the surface, in order to feel superior she puts Stolas down constantly, through verbal abuse and perhaps some physical. Her love for Octavia is conditional, she is only pleased as long as everyone is doing everything to her command. All this possibly stems from an inferiority complex that she desperately covers through a high ego, false confidence and making sure others feel lesser to her.

Some possible lines?:

“You are nothing without me. You think you can make it on your own without me? You cant even take care of Octavia, what makes you think you can handle yourself”

“You would choose a lowly imp over me? I guess I shouldn’t have expected more from someone as low as you”

“You don’t even deserve to have me, consider yourself lucky that I am willing to stay”

“You look so damn stupid like that, singing in your self pity. Had you stuck with me, you wouldn’t have been in that position.” That or someone else mentioned Blitzo and Stella being childhood friends, her being arranged with Stolas, and then having the cheating incident

whoever had that idea is a genius.

C: Why is her design so damn good? I love fancy pigeons and they made her a fancy pigeon. (this isn’t a complaint but a thought)

Moving on from Stella, lets get to S2 E2…

I was so excited to have an episode where it wasn’t the Stolitz shipping show. I got my hopes too high. The one positive thing Ill say is that I enjoyed the adoption flashback. Maybe I read too much into it but it feels kind of like a commentary in how shitty the adoption system is, especially to teenagers. Any kid really, as they’re treated like literal dogs, and then kicked out on the street.

Back to me complaining about shit:

For one, why did we spend so much fucking tome in that stupid ass sitcom? If Stolas is such a caring dad, shouldn’t he just leave and look for Octavia? So much character growth could have happened in that time.

I know that Loona didn’t just tell Octavia to just deal with her dad neglecting her just because “he’s trying”. Its HIS responsibility as a parent to take care of his kid, and Octavia has every right to be upset st him and her circumstances. Her parents have been unstable, but after a divorce, even more so. Her dad has straight up ignored her, in favor of arguing with Stella. She did nothing wrong and has nothing to apologize for. I got so excited when Stolas started to apologize, but then Octavia apologized.

Did I mention that there was 4 minutes of Octavia and Loona together at most? Despite the thumbnail? Yeah, that blowed.

Honestly the only reason I keep up anymore is because of the animation and the weak dying hope that it’ll get better.

thats all ig, please don’t be rude in the comments. You can disagree but keep it civil. Going to bed now, bye

EDIT: So Imma randomly add a brainbarf of thoughts here too, because I do not feel like organizing shit. My brain's thoughts just expand everywhere, so bare with me.

Another reason why Stella's abuse doesn't really land is because Stolas just... doesn't seem afraid of her at all? For someone who claims to love tormenting someone, she sure is doing a shitty job at it. The way that Stolas would just have the balls (or cloaca ig) to keep going out using Blitz, worry free despite his wife doesn't give the vibes of "Victim of Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse" to me.

To continue on why her abuse doesn't land, it has to do with the nature of this show and how it portrays stuff. It gets very confusing. Loona assaulting Blitz, Blitz and Asmodeus (on separate occasions) touching Moxie's groin area (without consent) and Multiple characters using slurs against Moxie is supposedly "funny".

Personally I don't find it humorous, but I do get somewhat jaded and desensitized to stuff like that happening. Not to say that it's acceptable behavior, but you do kind of get used to it and take it a little less seriously in the context. In S1E2 Stella is seen screaming and throwing shit around. This *can* be seen as portrayal of abuse, but given that many characters do similar shit it can also be seen as another unfunny attempt at humor.

Fast forward to season 2, if you've lasted that long you should expect some edgy shit like that to be written in a way that tries to excuse it. But all of a sudden, we get "Actually, abuse is bad. Feel bad for Stolas because he is abused by his wife. Yeah, we constantly make our characters do abusive things too, but it's funny when they do it, just ignore it and feel bad for Sad Gay Owl Man."

What? The fuck? Is the deal with powers, especially human disguises? Initially I thought that maybe only Succubi and Incubi, as well has hellhounds had the power because some hellborns are more powerful than others. How would that work if Hellhounds are below Imps in the hierarchy though? By that logic, shouldn't Imps also get that power? So that idea doesn't work. I don't fucking know why or how any of this works. Theres no storybuilding or explanation for it. For something that appears so often, I think there should be. The purpose of a human disguise is to blend in among the human world, so I can see Succubi/Incubi having that power because I'd assume they're some of the only demons allowed to go to the human world. I wouldn't know why a hellhound would come to Earth, but I guess they just have the power too?

Speaking of rules about demons on Earth that weren't explained!

Stolas is able to summon himself in some big scary owl demon form without his book ANYWHERE near him in "Truth Seekers". Yet in S2E2 he can only conjure up a poorly designed human form because now his powers are attached to the book? HUH?! Where is the consistency?

Also, given that IMP is big enough to get a commercial, how have they not gotten in trouble for breaking what I assume is one of hell's only rules? We know that they aren't supposed to be there, and yet this seems to have no consequence? Having them have to try and fly below the radar in hell would raise stakes a lot more imo.

But whatever, fuck the rules, because there are none!

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Unrelated rambles, but still kind of relevant and similar? I just don't want to make a separate post.

I don't like Andrealphus' design. It's way too bright and saturated and honestly has my eyes strain a lot, despite not being red. I kinda wanna redesign him. Also I feel like he's gonna be yet another gay stereotype, which is always fun to have /s.

Lucifer's design is underwhelming. Not necessarly because the design is bad on its own, but because of two things:

A) Too many characters look like that. We have too many skinny white Tumblr Sexyman Twinks. We have too many characters with that copy paste smile. Too many characters in suits. He just doesn't stand out. This leads me to my next point.

B) His design doesn't say "Lucifer, King and Ruler of Hell, Fallen Angel". It says "Generic Vivziepop Snarky Guy with a quirky interest". BEFORE SOME OF YALL START SAYING "B-but ackshually he pwobably haz a more dwemwonic fowm 🤓", respectfully, no. I feel that the leader of hell should have a default design that commands some kind of respect out of fear, it doesn't have to be crazy, but it should be intimidating, and stand out. What kind of king just blends into a crowd of his own people? Especially in a fantasy? This is fiction, and there is no reason to hold back and not try something new. In fact, 90% of the characters being skinny could actually be used as an advantage, because then you could just make Lucifer's bodyshape different from the default and he'd already stand out much more.

Fuck it, two redesigns coming up. When I'm done I'll link them here.

#helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss critical #helluva boss octavia #helluva spoilers #helluva loona #anti stolitz #helluva stella #rambles #not edited #now its edited #anyways uh #if anyones wondering im not really an anti of the show #but im not really a fan either? #ill see it come up and watch it casually and have thoughts

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere Blitzø x Reader Headcannons

I can see him getting in one of two types of relationships. The first is the kind you see between him and Stolas or even him and Verosika. It’s a romance of convenience, where he blows someone’s brains out and in exchange he gets the perks of whatever that person gives him as his lover. With Stolas its the grimoire and Verosika the fame and thrill of being connected to a pop star. The other type of relationship I could see him wanting though is that more clingy, genuine one that he seems to stalk Moxie and Millie over. He would desire a really functional, mutual relationship with someone who is sweet and caring. I could see this as a romance of passion that develops at rocket ship speed and implodes just as fast.

This is for the simple fact that while Blitzø seems like the type to be a master at the initial seduction, he sucks at the maintaining part of the relationship. This would likely come from him self-destructing it. Heck who am I kidding, we both know this is exactly what would happen. He would do something stupid to push you away and probably emotionally neglect you as well.

The inevitable rejection is faced with rage. Oh, you don’t like him? So what, he doesn’t care. He never liked your ugly ass to begin with. You look like a diseased dog and have the brain power of a turnip. What makes you think he would want you? If you accept his doubled down rejection though and play it cool, you’re only going to piss him off even more. You’re not even gonna fight back?! How dare you!

I could see him having slight stalker tendencies. This can be seen in all the “research” that he has saved up, as well as how he views M and M. He’s not one of the super creepy, meticulous stalkers, but I could see him wanting to keep tabs on the person he likes, even if you don’t have a romantic relationship.

This man is a slow burn yandere. All the ingredients are there for a perfect Michelin five star dinner, but you have got to let it COOK. All of his self destructive habits and bad dating experiences have slowly built up into MAJOR insecurity and prickliness. But at the same time, I see him as wanting to have a vulnerable, real relationship, and overall this deep seated NEED to be loved by someone. He just doesn’t have any idea how to do it without blowing it up right in his face. After so many failures in relationships, there would need to be a slow buildup to the right one that ends badly and causes him to act rashly.

I sincerely believe that this guy is a gold mine for yandere content. See, I like yandere content for the psychological aspects of it. The self destruction, manipulation, and unhealthy coping mechanisms, like my own little fictional case study of the darker selfish side of human nature. And I feel like Blitzo would be a PERFECT character to do this with. Insecure? Check. Self-destructive? Check. Aggressive? Check. Tends to get himself involved in other people’s relationships? To poor Moxie’s dismay – checkaroo. There is just so much potential for him to develop into the worst version of himself in a good fanfiction (especially since it looks like a toxic bad breakup is about to rock his world in the canon), and I would love to see someone do it in a realistic and in-character (KEY WORD HERE) way.

#helluva boss #yandere x reader #blitzø #blitzo #yandere blitzo

[objectively-cool]

So I went a bit insane when it first leaked and after listening to it uh… a lot, ended up transcribing the lyrics for the duet as best I could. I think its fairly accurate? Thought I may as well post it here. The []’s are where I wasn’t 100%, unintelligible’s are where it is just ???

Stolas

(Squawk-y bird vomiting)

Thank you to

The butterflies

In my stomach I haven't felt this nervous since I was a little fluffy [dumb/down] nestling my

Derring do, is half disguise[d]

Behind the smile my beak is grinding, [(N)ever mind[ing] I swore I wouldn't dwell on the divorce

So for my own health

I’ll remind myself

That when I see him

I know that it won't be so tough.

I’ll believe him

And not the voice [that says] I’m not enough.

[No need for] an arrangement it can just be him and me

I’ll set us free.

How perfect it could be.

When I see him tonight.

Blitz

See him tonight?

Alright alright

It’s been a while since he [gave me/begged for] attention.

[Are we OK?]

[Can’t really] say

I’m getting by by avoiding his questions.

So complicated, I hate when its complicated why do I always end up in situations that are complicated?

Here I go again getting in my head

So I’ll focus on the sexy stuff instead.

Stolas

When I see him

Blitz

When I see him I’m gonna [do that thing he likes].

Stolas

[I will change things]!

Blitz

[Won’t need to change things]

I’ll just bring the rope and [spikes].

Stolas

Oh God!

Blitz

We’ve got a nice arrangement and its working out just fine.

[I’ll/We’ll] keep it light

Stolas

I’ll fucking die alone if this goes bad

Both

When I see him tonight.

Stolas

Am I doing something I can’t take back?

Blitz

Relax.

Stolas

Would he want me if he was free?

Blitz

We’re fine!

Stolas

And if he’s only here as a prisoner

What kind of monster does that make me?

My entire life’s been written in stone

Blitz

Gonna bone!

Stolas

He taught me that I could choose

Blitz

It’s cool.

Stolas

He deserves the choice to stay or go

Though it scares me to think what I’d lose

Blitz

Can’t wait to lose ourselves in nasty sex

And make that [bitch/bird] squawk!

Stolas

[What if this makes it worse?]

Blitz

[Unintelligible- don't mess?] with what [makes sense?]

Like him sucking my -

Stolas

-[God] this is [the worst]!

[Unintelligible]

Blitz

Who needs words when you’ve got a mouth full of-

Stolas

-Come to your senses.

Blitz

[Unintelligible]

Stolas

[He’s worthy/Deserving] of your love and trust

Blitz

I’ll [tr/eat] his bird pus[sy] nice and rough!

Both

[Unintelligible] Soon enough!

Blitz

Oh yeah!

Stolas

And when I see him

Will it be tender

Or be tough?

Will it please him?

Or will I just be fucking it all up?

Can this be a relationship or am I still naive?

I’ll set us free.

Whatever it may be.

When I see him

Tonight.

#helluva boss #stolitz #helluva boss spoilers #i listened to it an inordinate amount of times and thought fuckit then started transcribing #2.5 theories #sorta #stolitz duet #level up #helluva boss season 2

[petitprincess1]

Can i vent a little here about the new Helluva ep? It seems to be well-received overall, but some people are being really harsh on it imo

I agree that the episode had pacing issues, but i dont think theyre worse than Seeing Stars. There was still a little room to breathe here

I also agree that the a and b plots felt kinda disconnected, though if nothing else i still think the b-plot gave Blitz a good justification for not coming to save Stolas.

Ive seen criticism of Striker as ooc, which i dont get at all. You could tell from his first episode that he was a petty, self-aggrandizing jerk who gets irritated when people get the better of him. Western Energy didnt let him have as much dignity as Harvest Moon, because it showed of those traits more. It seems to me to be what people actually dislike, Helluva wouldnt let Striker stay ‘cool’.

But HB doesnt treat any character like that, no one is exempt from being made fun of. Its actually an aspect i appreciate about the show. i think it ironically enough makes the characters more likable

I dont think this ep is perfect, but there’s still a lot to like, im kinda baffled why its getting ripped into this way 😕

I mean, everyone's allowed to have an opinion. Idk if the ep deserves anything incredibly harsh, however. I do agree with a lot of the grievances surrounding the ep, especially with the B-plot and the pacing. I feel like we didn't really need to follow inside the hospital, but it was a little neat seeing the baphomets and the style of Sloth.

Overall, I don't really see what the benefit would be to focus on Striker. It would just be torture porn of Stolas and maybe Stolas saying the same little quips. It'd just be repetitive.

I mean, Western Energy def doesn't hold a candle to Harvest Moon. But, at the end of the day, Helluva Boss is a dark comedy first and foremost. Even dramas have moments of levity in them. I guess it's safe to say that this ep is going to be a mixed bag for everyone. The harshness is a bit much tho.

I just wanted Striker and I got my wish. Plus, I tend to ready myself for something to be slightly disappointing, even if it's something I'm hyped for. Felt the same with stuff like Spiderverse or Puss in Boots and it's probably not gonna change. In my eyes, you can't be disappointed if you're expecting disappointment. Yes, it's an incredibly low bar, but it helps judge something as is rather what it could be.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #long post #Western Energy #ask answered #ok 2 rb

[corrosive-theatrics]

She still could not believe how she got into this mess. She borrowed the grimoir from Stolas a few days ago, she never saw earth before! She wanted to visit. Wanted to look at the world, wanted to see how it was. Wanted to see the sinners before they became what they became. And one thing lead to another.. she ended up getting into an argument with a gang. She lost her cool and let her demonic powers shine through. Next thing she knew, she was being dragged by a bunch of armed men. She pushed them and threw them away, but she didn't want to hurt them. She got shot a few times, and while human bullets didn't damage demons, it did hurt quite a lot.. and now, she was in the middle of nowhere in a huge building, being asked questions. She didn't know how to leave. They took her phone away, and even if she had it, would she have service here? Her phone is connected to hell after all. She could try drawing a pentagram to summon her dad, but they didn't give her anything she could use for it. She was stuck here, and she was upset. The guards were rude, but at least the doctors were a little bearable. few days passed, and charlie was laying on her bed, thinking what to do. And before she knew it, her extra guarded door was suddenly opened. Alarms were going off, a loud sound informing the place that a security breach was going down. Confused, she thought this was her chance, and quickly exited the room. The halls were empty for the most part, if we don't count the dead bodies laying around.. she did her best to ignore them, she was used to this sight after all. But it still saddened her to see. An hour or two had passed, and she faced a couple entities. A statue that moved when she blinked, a humanoid figure covered in some black type of goo approaching her, a plague doctor that told her he was here to cure her. Thankfully, she could still teleport out of those places swiftly, avoiding confrontation and fights, especially harms. She was not sure where she was going, she assumed she wanted to explore the place. Some of these doors required cards to enter. And she had found few, but this particular door asked for a 4. Level card. She was curious.. what could be so important behind that door that she needed such a high level card? She left the place temporarily to walk around a little. And oh, lucky her, she found the card needed on a dead man's pocket! She felt guilty for this.. but hey, she was going to be curious for days if she didn't figure that out. Teleporting back to that specific place, she pressed the card to the door and entered. Walking a little, she saw another door that needed card, this one had a writing and a picture next to it. SCP 035, keter. It's... A mask? She isn't sure what keter means, but judging from the bright red color of the sign, she assumes he is dangerous. She ponders for a few seconds.. eh! If it does something to her, she can just teleport away, right? Pressing the card to the door, she entered the containment cell. After taking a few steps, she was greeted with a window glass on her right, under it, a lot of buttons and arms she has no idea how to use. But what interested her was the thing behind the window. It's a room full of something black, with a man inside. A man wearing the same mask on that picture. "Uh.. hello..!"

The bones of the man wearing an orange jumpsuit seemed to twist and crack in an unnatural fashion as the head was thrown back, blackened hands clawing at the porcelain for a moment before falling limp. A minute would pass before the figure corrected its posture, standing correctly and looking around after hearing the door open. This was.. not someone he had seen before. A girl— she reminded him of the deities from Olympus he was acquainted with for some strange reason, but they just couldn’t put their finger on why. No matter! This was a perfect opportunity.

“Greetings and salutations, young lady! To whom do I owe this pleasure of meeting such a kind and sweet face?”

Dyo would begin, approaching the mysterious girl with their hands gently folded behind their back. The mask was oozing in a strange black substance that was staining the body of the wearer and the clothes worn, along with a single violet eye present in the left socket only; the right socket had a crack running through the comedy mask that only oozed even more of the corrosive matter.

“It was quite the friendly gesture to open the door for me. I was stuck within this room for so long on my own! It was lonely!”

#dy035-speaks

[bookishcatcafe]

Loona's Family: A Fan-Fic Part 2/2

Thanks again @trin-draws-art for the inspiration! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Via: I—I’m sorry for being distant these last few weeks. I just…I just feel like things have changed since you and Blitz moved in. My mom moved out and despite her being a massive bitch, she still is my mom. It felt weird. It just felt weird—the divorce, the bond that grew with Blitz and my dad, and how when you move-in I find my dad not really taking time to hangout or ask me how my day was. I feel distant from him. From you.

Loona looks up at her and wipes her own tears as she sits up into the bench. The mist went off again and covered them both—both of them didn’t mind it.

Loona: I…I’m sorry we made you feel that way Via. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I didn’t even know. This is all just…so new, and I don’t mean the whole palace and rich family thing! I think we just…I think we both are trying to adjust. To this. I go from having one dad to two, you go from having a mom to now having your dad’s boyfriend move in with his illegitimate daughter.

Via: You are not illegitimate! Do you know how much your dad loves you? Do you know how much MY dad loves you? Loona—if you saw how much they have been scrambling around in a hurry and such a stress to make your birthday perfect—hell my parents never really went to such extremes! Yet you feel like you are not being loved! Loona—You. Are. Loved!

Loona looks away at first, covering her face with her hair, looking down at the floor, nearby her feet was a dandelion. She stares at it and begins to reply.

Loona: I…I don’t know why I think this way Via. I don’t know why.

She began to reminiscence, in short glimpses, of the horrid life in the pound—the comments from passerby’s who never chose her. Prior to that, it was the dangerous life being born in the streets with a family that is just a blur. The dandelion rustles in gently as mist slowly falls onto its seeds, she blinks, and those memories fade instantaneously. She growls softly before taking a deep breath.

Loona: I fucking hate it.

Via rubs her shoulder and puts the locket around Loona’s neck.

Via: We can fucking hate it together then, Sister.

Loona grabs the dandelion and blows its seeds from the stem, placing the stem back on the ground. She gets up and offers a hand for Via to hold.

Loona: No bad blood between us?

Via: No. Never! Never was. Never will be.

Loona: And I’m not gonna steal your family from you. I think your dad just gets too excited about things—

Via: Especially when Blitz is around

Loona: Especially when dad is around.

Loona laughs and takes out her phone, positioning it to take a selfie, the both of them posing with wide smiles, heads leaning against each other’s while they are surrounded by flowers and the beauteous glass of the conservatory.

They were calm. They felt like they needed this moment just for them—away from their parents and away from the palace despite it just being the backyard grounds. As they walked towards the palace’s back entrance, they could see from outside a bustle of lights, hustling around with the movement of streamers, and of imps putting lights around. When they got closer to the doors audible screams of excitement were coming from the kitchen, laughing, hushes, and the cursing under Blitz’s breath telling everyone to, in a not-so-quiet tone “Shut the fuck up Loonie’s here!”

They entered the kitchen, where suddenly the lights went on and Blitz, Stolas, Moxxie, Millie, two imp butlers, and Vortex were all there—and in a flash the room was loud with joy.

Loona had friends. She felt more solidified in this. She looked to Via, Stolas, and to Blitz and smiled, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

She had a family.

#helluva boss #loona #octavia #fanfiction

[commenter2]

“Unhappy Campers” review

Blitzo and co. go on a job at Earth, and WE GET A MILLIE EPISODE!!! 

It’s been forever since we saw I.M.P. on Earth doing their job, so it’s nice to see them back at it. Hopefully we can get more Earth based episodes soon. We still need to find out what happened to Cletus, Keenie, and Collin.

Is Blitzo going to see Stolas?

Is the nurse’s appearance supposed to be a Nabnab/Nabnaleena reference?

Blitzo is trying to see his sister! Makes sense why he is in Sloth since we did hear from Verosika that she was in rehab.

Hell’s equivalent to Google is called Gaggle.

Though I’m sure they were like job representatives or people at places Barbie use to work at, I wonder if there is still a chance the people Blitzo was talking to on his phones were “friends”/informants of his.

Now we get to the scene everyone wants to see. Though funny I wished there was a scene explaining that Moxxie had no choice and had to wear the female disguise as I have this headcanon that Millie usually doesn’t get along with other girls to a point said girls end up in the hospital, hence why Moxxie had to fill in the role while Millie talked to the boys.

Aww Millie is such a great wife, though it would have been nice to see her assertive side when it comes to the job.

Finally someone points out the gang’s demonic traits.

Oh no that kid got Yamcha to death. TWICE!

MILLIE SONG!!!

Ugh that Spongebob meme face.

Where can I get a Millie flag?

I love how the song’s subtitles can’t keep up with what the background characters are saying and how it also seems to love Millerd.

I wonder if that shark is a cousin of the shark from season 1 :3

It’s nice to see that though they are a perfect couple, Moxxie and Millie do have arguments. I also like to think Millie’s speech is slightly symbolic of how usually she is kind of in the background and doesn’t have that many moments compared to the things Blitzo, Moxxie, and even Stolas have gone through. Yes I know about Vivzie saying HB is guy character centered while HH will be lady character centered but I still wanted to point it out.

The Asmodeon Crystal in action! And of course since its related to the demon of lust, the first one we actually see is inappropriate.

Wouldn’t saying a demon having the “voice of an angel” be insulting? Maybe its ones of the few things related to heaven that is okay/tolerated in demon society like when Blitzo said Oh God in annoyance. I defiantly could see Lucifer describing Lilith and Charlie like this.

The writers missed out on the perfect chance for Blitzo to say that he didn’t want Moxxie to stop ridding him XD. I mean that scene must have been a dream come true for Blitzo.

I know it’s to hide her horns, but Barbie’s human hair looks like something Velvette would stylize her hair as.

Since Blitzo just said that things like Heroin isn’t as dangerous to demons, I’m guessing that H-8 thing he said a drug that IS deadly for demons.

Barbie just said it’s easy to manipulate humans, so why would losing him be that bad? Is she just lazy?

I just noticed how Barbie has a similar head tattoo as Blitzo, but it’s crossed out.

IDK if it’s just me, but I feel like Moxxie is fighting better here.

In the scene where Millie is crowd surfing, is the girl in the purple dress with ponytail girl a reference to the Baby Doll villain from Batman: The Animated Series?

Nice to see Moxxie and Millie make up, but did they have to mentally scar the whole camp XD. Heck even the episode’s subtitles are trying to help with that.

Katie Killjoy reference, would be hilarious if they were somehow connected

Human television can be watched in Hell! Awesome, and explains how that Looney Tune episode in the HH pilot was available for sinners to watch.

Sleeping Loona!

Did anyone notice any Friday the 13th or Gravity Fall references in the episode? I feel like the caps the campers could be but still.

Well that was another nice casual episode, especially since it was a Millie episode. After all this time it was nice seeing our favorite Imp lady get some focus, and since Sallie Mae is coming back soon hopefully we can get another one exploring her life before she met Moxxie.

I also like how though Blitzo had to be in the episode he did his own thing for most of the episode that didn’t involve the others being close by, something I have brought up before in previous episodes. It’s also nice that we got a hint at his relationship with Barbie, sure some might say she deserved more screen time but at least we got a basic understanding of what could have happened, and I bet we will get more on it in the Fizz and Blitzo flashback episode.

The only flaw the episodes had was how dumb and selfish Moxxie was in the episode. Sure the episode needed something like this to happen so Millie can get her screen time and for the conflict between them to happen, but I don’t see why the writers couldn’t have done this while still having Moxxie gather info to find the culprit like he wanted. Maybe it would have made the plot stronger as Moxxie would have also been annoyed that Millie hasn’t gathered any info from the campers and it was just lucky that he was able to narrow down the possible culprits.

We are almost halfway done with season 2, and it’s likely the next 2 episodes will heavily be centered on Fizz and his past with Blitzo. I think the next episode will be the one where Fizz and Ozzie perform in the Greed Ring, only for something to happen that is followed up in the flashback episode about the day Fizz and Blitzo stopped being friends, again maybe we find out why Barbie hates Blitzo in it as well.

As always I want your thoughts on the episode.

#helluva boss #vivziepop #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss barbie wire #moxie x millie #hazbin hotel

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Octavia secretly dating an owl demon that belongs to a powerful family :)

Octavia secretly dating a owl demon from a powerful family.

Octavia was sat in one of the many libraries in the Goetia palace. She was content, curled up on a rather comfortable sofa, book in her lap as she blasting music through her headphones.

Seeing movement in her peripheral, she looked up from her book. The young owl found her father standing in the doorway.

A smile passed her lips as she removed her headphones, "Hi dad." She told him warmly, "Whats up?"

Stolas looked a little anxious rubbing his neck. But before he could respond you stepped out from behind him.

You smiled at her, absolutely radiating smugness as you leaned against the nearest bookshelf.

Octavia instantly frowned, rolling her eyes as she went back to her book. "What are you doing here?" She asked sourly.

You chuckled, "Oh don't be like that." You told her playfully waltzing over to her. "I was bored, so I figured I'd come and annoy my favourite grumpy outlet." You told her smugly, booping her on the nose.

Octavia just rolled her eyes, swatting your hand away.

You chuckled standing back up, and turning to Stolas, "Thanks Mr. G, I think we'll be fine." You told him warmly, walking over and sitting on octavias feet. "Comfy." You said sarcastically, really wiggling on top of your feet.

Octavia whined, throwing her book at you as she wiggled her feet out from beneath you.

The two of you fought like children as Stola slowly walked out of the room, smiling to himself as the noble teens fought like children.

He slowly slid the door shut, watching you two until the door shut.

Mere moments after the door was shut, you and Octavia stopped fighting, the both of you watching the door to ensure Stolas was truly gone.

Once you were sure you were alone you released the hand that was trying to mess up your hair and quickly pulled her into a kiss. A kiss the young lady quickly returned.

Breaking the kiss, Octavia smacked you on the arm, "Your an ass!" She snapped, giving you a playful shove.

You chuckled before pulling her into your side. "Oh come on, if I don't pretend to be here to annoy you, how else can we cover up our time together?" You asked her with a healthy dose of snark.

"Its the perfect cover." You told her simply. Then pointed a finger at her, "And there is only so many times I'm willing to sneak in through that damned garden." You huffed.

"I lost two pairs of boots last month." You told her firmly, "They were good boots too." You finished with a sad little sigh.

Octavia sighed, leaning into your shoulder, "Well, I'm sorry that you lost those boots." She told you, planting a little kiss on your cheek, "But it was worth it, to be with me, want it?" She asked with a cheeky little smile.

You sighed, shaking your head before you leaned down and gave her a big 'ol kiss on the nose, "I'd give all the boots in the world to be with you." You told her, holding her close.

Octavia chuckled, nuzzling further into your chest. "Good answer" she said back before releasing a deep sigh, wrapping her arms around you properly.

You sat in silence for a good while, just appreciating having each other close. "I don't understand why we need to keep us a secret." You told her somberly, laying your head back.

Octavia sighed, "because," she began all to smugly, "my dad would go nuclear if he found out about us." She told you, like it were a daily conversation.

You frowned, "Your dad loves me." You told her with a scoff.

Octavia nudged your side with her shoulder, "He loves you because he doesn't know your dating his daughter." She told you matter-of-factly.

"Oh please," you scoffed, "He practically set us up." You told her, stretching your neck.

Octavia scoffed, "What do you mean? Dad didn't set us up." She said, rolling her eyes.

You chuckled, "Yeah he did." You told her with a chuckle. After a moment, Octavia sat up, looking at you with a raised brow.

"Okay... maybe not literally." You told her, raising your hands in surrender. "But it's not like I invited myself to that party."

Octavia rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, the 'party'". She scoffed.

And she sighed for good reason.

The 'party' she was talking about was more akin to a gathering of suitors chosen by her parents, in hopes the young goetia would take a liking to one of them.

That... didn't exactly happen.

The young owl was utterly repulsed by the smug, arrogant, self-centred ass hats that the youth of nobility were made up of.

Octavia was trapped in that party for half an hour until she managed to sneak out, only able to do such because two of said noble children got into a fist fight.

She managed to slip out onto the balcony, it being unlikely anyone would follow.

That's where she found you, sitting against the railing, book in hand.

She was hesitant, clearly not sure how she should act around you. For all she knew you were another pompous ass like all the other noble children.

Noticing her presence, you closed your book and looked up and smiled.

She scowled at that, but your smile didn't seem to folter, patting the spot besides you, "Pull up a chair. I don't bite." You told her playfully.

Octavia scoffed, walking over and sitting against the railing opposite to you.

That seemed to make you chuckle, quickly laying back, resting your hands behind your head as you laid on the railing, acting as though it were the most common thing in the world.

Octavia sat there for a long while, staring at you as she wished the night would just end.

As she waited she couldnt help but shiver, it may have been Hell but the nights would get chilly and the dress her parents had insisted she wear provided little warmth.

So, sitting there, determined not to go inside but freezing her feathers off out there she was stuck. "Here." She was suddenly snapped out of her conundrum, she found you holding out your jacket.

She raised a brow before telling you rather harshly, "I'm fine." Before turning away from you.

You actually... laughed. "Alright then," you chuckled, placing the coat next to her, "Catch hypothermia. That'll show me." You said through a smile, walking back over to your spot.

Octavia was indignant, staring at you as you just calmly stared at the sky.

After another shiver ran down her body, she decided to swollow her pride and put on the damned jacket.

It was clearly made for someone larger then herself, but it was a fine jacket and instantly she warmed up.

Now snug in your jacket, She stared at you for a while before asking, "Who are you?"

You chuckled, pointing at the jacket you responded simply, "The jacket should tell you. That's all most people care about." You told her with a sigh.

Raising a brow, she looked over the jacket, she quickly found a prominent black and green crest. A crest she instantly recognised as belonging to one of the most powerful noble families in hell.

The sight caused her to freeze, he lips becoming a straight line. But even with this reveal your mannerism didn't seem to change, you just laid there.

"Why are you out here?" She asked, only just realising youd been out here first.

You chuckled, "I'm out here because I have no interest in being assigned a wife." You told her calmly, looking up at the sky.

You turned your head, "What about you?" You asked lazily.

Octavia chuckled, "About the same?" That got a chuckle out of you too.

Sitting up you looked at her, there was a moment of silence before you said, "So that would make you Octavia?" You half asked, half stated.

Octavia nodded her head, giving a little shrug, "Guess I am." She replied.

You chuckled, moving forwards, and extended a hand. "(Y/N), A pleasure." You told her in a surprisingly charming display.

Red dusted her face when she gave you her hand and planted a gentle kiss atop it.

Releasing her hand, you came to sit besides her, the two of you having a delightful conversation, both of you lamenting on the struggles of being a child of nobility.

She couldn't believe she was saying it but, she was enjoying herself. Just spending time with you seemed to be the most fun shed had in ages.

The night came to ahead when music suddenly began playing. It was a slow, gentle tune, perfect for say... a slow dance.

You held out a hand, "Shall we?" You asked, a little glint to your eye. Octavia scoffed, pushing your hand away, a little shake to her head.

You just chuckled, grabbing her hand and pulled her into the centre of the balcony. Pulling back Octavia frowned, crossing her arms.

You chuckled, holding a hand out and told her, "One dance? It won't kill you." You told her playfully.

Octavia scoffed, rolling her eyes but she still took your hand, the two of you quickly working into a slow waltz.

It was a warm moment, you holding her close as you slowly moved back and forth. She ended up leaning against you, chuckling to herself, she told you "Ive only ever danced with my father." She was a little embarrassed at the admittance.

You chuckled, "I've never danced with anyone other then instructor's." You confessed, holding her close.

You both danced a while longer until the young lady pulled back, looking You in the eyes.

You stayed like that for a while, the two of you slowly leaning in closer to each other.

You were merely a hairs length from each other, you could feel the warmth from each other's breath.

Your lips got closer and closer, but just before you were about to kiss, the sound of Stolas calling out for her killed the moment.

You both froze before you let out a chuckle, resting your forehead against her own.

Pulling back, you took her hand, placing another kiss atop her hand. "Until I see you again, Lady Octavia." You told her simply before climbing on top of the railing.

Grabbing your book you stood on on railing, "W-what about your jacket?" She asked you, holding out her sleeved arms.

Turning to her you chuckled, "I'll get it the next time," you told her with a wink.

And with that you seemed to just fall off the railing.

Rushing over, she looked down to see you dusting yourself off, looking up you blew her a kiss before just walking away.

You pulled Octavia into your chest, the memory of how you met seemingly playing in both your heads.

Octavia suddenly turned to you, brow furrowed, "How did you get my dad setting us up from that?" She asked accusatory.

You chuckled, raising your hands, "Hey, your dad personally invited me to a party to literally court you, if that's not setting us up, I don't know what is." You told her defensively, before planting a little kiss on her beak.

Octavia blushed, turning away from you, she smacked your leg, "Your an ass sometimes." She huffed.

You smiled, snatching her up and gave her a deep kiss, "Yeah, but you love me, dont'cha?" You asked playfully.

The owlet was blushing up a storm before she turned away, clearing her throat. "Well let me think..." She said all hoity-toity before grabbing you and giving her own rather aggressive kiss.

"I suppose I do," she said, pulling away and sitting back away from you.

You chuckled again, leaning forwards and kissing her cheek. "So, not telling your father?" You asked, raising a brow.

Octavia cupped your cheek, "Not yet." She said simply, kissing you again.

You kissed back before collapsing atop her, crushing her dainty form with your own.

The two of you went back to squabbling like children, but behind every childish insult and watered down taunts, there was an air of love between the two of you.

Hey Hey. I got this request ages ago, and I finally got around to finishing it.

I hope you enjoyed, again I'm basically invisible, so reblogges are appreciated, but thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss octavia #helluva octavia #octavia x reader #octavia #secret love

[vizowrites]

OOOH I GOT A GOOD BLITZSTRIKE IDEA FROM EPISODE 6!! So you know that blitz had a I'm assuming was a illusion with poorly drawn moxxie and striker, etc yea that but striker just came to save the day! Da da daaaaaa (I am morning drunk-)

I made a post about just how badly I needed this exact thing in my life so THANK YOU SO MUCH for sending it to meeeeeeeeeee!! <3 <3

Now normally I'm all for the AU idea of Striker joining I.M.P. and just kind of automatically jumping in as an official member of their unofficial family, but I have to say for this.....I actually kind of like it better if I stick more to the canon here. Striker's not a member of I.M.P., he's still got his angel weaponry and the bounty on Stolas's head to settle after the mishap at the Harvest Moon Festival, and--most importantly--hasn't crossed paths with Blitz [or any of the others for that matter] since.

He hadn't been expecting it to happen when it did that night, either.

There wasn't much on Striker's mind other than his target as he slithered his way through the servant's quarters entrance of Stolas's manor house, entirely uncaring of the numerous cameras and other security features that he passed along the way. He had it on good faith that they would just happen to be disabled that night--a pissed off royal birdie had told him so. He'd also been told exactly how to navigate his way through the house undetected, exactly which rooms to avoid, and exactly where he would find the "cheating prick" at this hour. What he hadn't been told--and what he'd deliberately chosen not to ask--was just what the Goetian Prince would be doing by the time he made his soundless entry into his study. There was a small part of him, somewhere deeper than he usually cared to try to reach, that couldn't help but think of a certain impressive imp Boss that might be involved. There was an even deeper part of him, though, that felt the sharp sting of conflict as he found he couldn't make up his mind on whether he was hoping to see said impressive imp Boss there or not, considering what he would probably be doing.

His tail unconsciously flicked once, causing Striker to coil it tightly around himself in order to prevent what would have become a full blown rattle otherwise. This was ridiculous. He was here for one thing and one thing only: he had a job to do.

A job he was fully intending to enjoy.

A slow grin spread across his face as he shrugged the strap of his angelic rifle down from his shoulder, catching the weapon effortlessly and feeling the warm sting of its power against his fingertips. He really was going to enjoy this, he thought to himself as he silently crept into the study, taking advantage of the many outrageously sized pieces of furniture casting shadows around the room to stay hidden.

Just one shot. He just needed one shot.

The flickering glow of what he presumed to be firelight seemed to beckon him, encouraging him, and before he knew it he had the butt of the rifle pressed firmly into his shoulder and his right hand hovering just beside the trigger--ready and waiting to take aim and fire. All he needed was one glance now, just enough to see where exactly Stolas was in the room, and then it would be over. The fact that he couldn't hear the owl demon moaning in ecstasy strangely pleased him at his core, confirming that he in fact wasn't enjoying the company of his favorite plaything tonight. Good. It meant he didn't need to spare a second thought for who else might get caught in the crossfire. Anyone else honestly wouldn't matter.

.....He tried to distract himself from thinking about that thought too deeply by finally taking his glance, trying to focus back on the one who didn't matter to him at all.

Instead, he found himself looking straight at the one being that did.

"Blitz--" The half-whisper caught in the back of his throat, thankfully stiffling the majority of the sound as Striker's eyes went wide. He didn't know how the hell Stolas was doing this--he didn't know this was something the Ars Goetia could do--but somehow, in the middle of what he'd previously thought was just a fireplace casting the twisting forms of light and darkness across the room, was a strange mirror-like orb that seemed to be reflecting an image to the Prince sitting across from it in one of his high-backed chairs.

An image of Blitz, tied to a much smaller chair, struggling as some strange green something started to pool beneath his feet.

What the flying fuck was happening?

"Oh darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Stolas cooed from across the room, completely oblivious to the hitman staring at him as he watched the scene unfold before him as if it was his favorite daytime drama. "Let's be extra careful about what we say from here on out, shall we? You're not going to be very happy with me if I have to come down there and take my book back from your charming daughter. Especially since that's going to delay her rescuing of you by quite a bit."

Striker didn't know what to do. There was a part of him that felt the unmistakable urge to just raise his weapon and fire, to carry on with the plan just as he'd intended and figure out the rest from there. But there was that other, deeper, part of him that had frozen, leaving him unable to look at or think about anything other than the imp that was now spilling his guts out in whatever room he was in as easily as if he'd just been sliced open.

And the vermin was there with him--apparently tripping balls as he slumped into his own chair and started mumbling incoherently.

Perfect.

"Now just what is happening here?" Stolas murmured, his voice catching Striker's attention--that urge flaring up in him again, and yet, before he could think about whether or not to actually take aim at him, he instead watched as Stolas lifted his hand from beneath his chin and gave a little wave over the orb. The image within shifted, rippling as if it were made of water, and when it finally settled again it was of something new:

Moxxie, now freed from his bonds, making his way up a marble staircase lined with candelabras towards a cape-wearing Blitz playing piano.....and they were both singing.

What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening??

"Ooohh my," Stolas chuckled delicately from behind his curved fingers, amusement sparking in his glowing crimson eyes as he watched the scene unfold. "Your little underling here has quite the imagination now, doesn't he? Well if his truth is this entertaining--" He lifted his hand once more, his fingertips hovering over the unnaturally glowing scene. "--I really must see yours now, Blitzy."

Don't--

Striker didn't know why he felt such a sudden surge of protectiveness for Blitz's privacy of all things in that moment, but seeing the image ripple again as it began to change had him biting his lip hard enough that he could feel it start to bleed. Just what the fuck was this asshole doing? Did he just get himself off to spying on Blitz like this?? At times when he's clearly in trouble and needing help that isn't prying into his drug-induced hallucinations??

If he'd been a better person, he would have killed Stolas then and there just to make this stop. But since he wasn't, his curiosity stilled his hands for another few moments as the window into Blitz's vison settled into view.

He didn't like any part of what he saw.

The memory of himself referring to Blitz as a "rodeo clown of a boss" came back to him with the viciousness of a bite, causing him to tense as he watched as Blitz--stumbling around in a clown costume--started getting tormented by voices and swirling figureless masses of color. The first to solidify was Moxxie, spewing bullshit that honestly Striker could barely care to keep up with, except for the fact that it was so obviously berrating Blitz for.....something. Just what the hell did Blitz care what that little baby dick had to say? He knew he was better than that.

.....Didn't he?

Striker felt his grip on the rifle loosening as he sank back fully onto the floor, his pale eyes glinting and his tail starting to vibrate hard against his shirt. He tried to muster up every ounce of his self control, willing it to stop before the rattling sound tipped off Stolas--only for his tail to go utterly still as something very similar lashed its way around Blitz's throat and threw him to the ground.

And there he was, staring at himself.

"But you don't want to do things alone Blitzo!"

Hearing himself--not himself, that wasn't even his fucking voice--say that made his blood run cold with rage. How fucking dare whoever was doing this impersonate him like this! Using him to torment Blitz like this! And Blitz was seemingly actually buying it--wait, Stolas had called this Blitz’s “truth”.  Did this mean.....was this what Blitz thought of him?? What the fuck!? Since when the hell did Blitz ever hear Striker call him "Blitzo" once before in his life?? Never! He wanted to grab Blitz by the shoulders and shake him, screaming right into his face that he would never say his name like that when he knows damn well that the O is silent! Okay, so he might’ve called him “Blitzy” when they parted ways because he was bitter over Blitz choosing to stop him from killing Stolas instead of running off with him to take down Overlords--and that was his bad.  And yeah, he might've been trying to get on his good side to have an easier shot at killing Stolas, sure, but...that didn't mean that the things he'd said to Blitz weren't true! He really did want to be partners!

The scene changed again, another set of stairs, and Blitz frantically climbing up them to try and escape the figures that were literally haunting him--Striker feeling that cold burn spread in his chest at the sight of being one of them.

Though nothing could have prepared him for the tidal wave of feeling that would crash over him in the moment he saw just who was waiting for Blitz at the top of those stairs.

Stolas.

You Daddy Fucker.

"Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?"

Striker's fingers clenched so hard around his rifle that he thought he was going to snap it in two, his pale gold-green eyes fixed on the sight of Blitz crawling on his hands and knees up that glowing staircase, as golden chains fastened around each of his wrists and around his neck. The rest of the voices were lost to the roar of whitenoise now ringing in Striker's ears as he watched Stolas pull Blitz willingly onto his lap, holding him by that chain attached to the collar at his throat.....

"Oh Blitzy--!"

And when he heard that erotic gasp and saw that look on Blitz's face, he finally couldn't take it.

The next thing he knew, he was back in the hallway, making a beeline for the room that he'd been instructed to go to only after he'd finished the job. Oh he was going to finish it all right. He was going to finish it slowly and painfully. But there was something even more important that he had to finish first.

He honestly didn't remember what he'd said when he stormed into Stella's room. He didn't know how long he had been there and he had no idea how he got away with being there for any amount of time without her calling for security to run in and tackle him to the ground. Most of all, he had absolutely no idea what the hell kind of reason he could have possibly given for her to locate the party of imps on Earth and open him a portal to get to them--but whatever reason he gave must've been a pretty damn good one. The next thing he knew there was a glowing blue door literally opening in front of his face, revealing a blood soaked room and the now united beings of Hell trapped between a steel door and two human fuckers who were pointing pistols at their faces.

At Blitz's face.

The shots rang out one after the other, followed by the distinct meaty thuds of two bodies hitting the floor. Striker didn't particlarly notice the fact that the portal had closed behind him the minute he stepped into the room, rendering him just as trapped as the others, but he also didn't particularly care. That bird bitch was still going to get exactly what she wanted when he got back--he would make sure of it. But for now, at least, it was enough just to be able to stride over to that face--full of disbelief and shock--and cup it tenderly in his palm.

"You ain't gotta do jack shit alone, Blitz," he said, and the sincerity of his own voice shook him from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. "You're not alone, Blitz."

He didn't know it until much much later, but hearing Striker say those words to him had made Blitz feel as though he'd just been handed the keys to his chains.

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Did i fall in love with a cowboy? Striker x Reader

Did I fall in love with a cowboy?

HeadsUp: This book is a test, if this gets a good amount of likes or reposts I will continue! Striker x Reader

Warnings: Reader has female anotomy and is an imp, other than that nothing.

3rd Person P. O. V

RING! RING! RING! Your phone had woken you up, you sigh. It's blitz you pick up, "blitz, it's 5 in the goddamn morning what do you want?"

"Oh hey (y/n), I was just wondering would you like to go to the wrath ring for the harvest moon festival?" He asked. "Fine,but I call driving, but wait.. Where are you calling fro-" you get cut off as blitz falls from the ceiling on to your bed, "of course.. " you face palmed.

The next day you packed all you need for the harvest, you even went shopping for clothes that would make you for in with the wrath imps. You grab the keys to the van and say "is everyone ready to go?" Everyone's all lined up, you unlock the car and everyone gets seated. It was a long drive and blitzo's loud music taste wasn't making anything better. Soon you arrived at millies parents house, she runs out if the car "Mama! Daddy!" She hugs them both, "thanks for letting us stay for the harvest Jamboree" she says, while Millie and her mom talk, you help moxxie whose struggling carrying the bags. Blitz introduces himself to millies parents, Millie than calls you out, "This is (y/n) she one of my best pals, and you remember my husband,moxxie" they stare at moxxie with disapproval, "greetings Lin, Joe.. How have you been with all the flaming twisters and stuff?" While Joe replies I'm to busy being focused on bringing the things to the house, they turn to blitz "so it was blitz right, such a fine name" Joe says "It reminds me of war" Lin adds, while talking about war moxxie butts in adding things about angletic weaponry, he soon realises he's making a fool out of himself "I mean- war fun!" He giggles nervously. "Guns get the job done, but a man ain't nothing if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bear hands, speaking of strong hands you should meet our newest help, EY, STRIKER! " he shouts. You turn around to see what he's calling out, than a snake looking imp with a horse comes and jumps over the fence and lands perfect and flawlessly, "oh what do we got here? Oh! You must be the famous Milldred,I've heard a lot of good things from your folks little lady" he says while shaking her hand "what are you doing here? The free working finally slowing down?" He asks

"Oh no! Freelance isn't free its- never mind.." She tells striker they were invited by the prince because the prince is their bosses boyfriend, she says mockinly.

"Millie I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy" blitz says while easing his hand at her, "Oh! So your the brave imp who started his own killin biz! " striker says, they talk and soon blitz is blushing over striker calling him impressive, then starts to talk about how him and stolas are not a thing while Millie and moxxie giggle, Striker than heads up to you "and who this might be?" He asks looking at you. "I'm (y/n) " you say while shaking his hand. "You are very wonderful to look at" he says while winking and walks away. Joe looks at blitz and striker, "ya know you boys should enter the pain games"

"I head games I'm in! " blitz rushes over, "every harvest moon we have pain games to see who's the roughest, toughest demon in wrath!" Lin adds.

"Yeah, wish I could play!" Millie frowns, "Millie, you know you get too carried away the last competition ended in 15 separate funerals!" Lin says

"I'm aware! But I only caused 9 of them! How come Sally may still gets to play?" She pouts, "Your SISTER doesn't have a neighborhood head count" They aruge

Then an imp comes out with her brother dragging a boy saying "it doesn't count if they don't find the bodies~" she taunts, and Millie growls.

"Well look you can cheer on your boss and your best pal" she points to you and blitz.

"Ya know she can also cheer for me!* moxxie says confidently, millies mom looks at moxxie with a 'Really' face, while Joe slaps his knee and laughs, "wait you?" He asks

"Yeah, I can compete can't I?" He asks, "sorry boy I don't think weak theaspian types would last long in the games"

"I was born here too! I have some fight in me!" Moxxie says while changing to western accent, "well then, why don't you help me wrangle that hog over there for dinner?" Striker asks

"Simple, watch me" moxxie says while taking out his gun, "Nah- with one if these" he hands moxxie a knife, "bullets can't Pierce a shell you need a knife to pry them wide open. " he adds.

"Right, right I knew that!" He says nervously, blitz is now making moxxie even more nervous and Millie tells him not to do it, eventually he goes in and tackles the hog, "YEAH, KICK IT'S ASS MOXXIE! " blitz shouted. Somehow you ended up next to striker, he pats you on the shoulder "I don't think your friend here is gonna last very long in those games just look at him, I could get that done in a matter of seconds. "

"Oh yeah? Then prove it" you smirk, he smiles and jumps over the fence and sucssefully kill the hog, goodness you were impressed, "so, did I prove myself to ya?" He asks "that was incredible! " you say, he chuckles than asks blitz if he want to help skin the hog.

Part two coming soon

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🟢 - active, the WIP currently being worked on

⚪️ - active, but is on the waiting list

⚫️ - temporary hiatus

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⚪️ The Name of the Game ch2 -  William “Billy” Butcher/ Homelander (John)

SUMMARY: Ambushed on a PR trip to Vought-American, Billy Butcher is accosted by an omniscient voice calling itself the SYSTEM. As its Host, he’s tasked to fulfill the dying wish of each soul he transmigrates into. Fight fate. Only then will he be permitted to return home.

The catch? He’ll be pitted against each Task World’s “virtuous hero.” Somehow he will have to win his enemy over—or it’s Billy’s death.

Whilst he’s digesting the information, the SYSTEM must’ve read what’s on Billy’s mind because it quickly creates one more ironclad rule. 【No, you cannot kill that person—or your soul’s forfeit.】

Billy sneers. “You expect me to know who that cunt would be?”

【Oh, you’ll know. You are destined to be natural nemeses in every world.】

In the end, Homelander’s embraced Billy. “Don’t you see how perfect you are by my side…?” The deep love wrapped in paranoid light has rolled into a vast ocean, seemingly swallowing everything. Rubbing the tip of his nose against Billy’s cheek, he laughs in a low voice. “One word, William. Just one word from you, and we can be together.”

(AKA Billy’s on a literal Enemies-to-Lovers Fix-It mission spanning seven parallel universes.)

🟢 Truce ch3 - William “Billy” Butcher/ Homelander (John)

SUMMARY: When the whole world sees Billy jacked up on V-24, CEO Ashley Barrett defies expectations and makes a strategic business decision: reform the English ex-CIA operative/ leader of a terrorist cell into the new model superhero of America and make him co-captain of The Seven. Ryan is over the moon while Homelander—John—is less than enthused by the development.

Until he realizes he’s developed a…fixation on William fucking Butcher, of all Supes. They were perfect as nemeses; now they were untouchable as gods.

Together, they were America's Power Couple.

And Billy was John’s perfect partner.

⚪️ Either TNotG ch2, Truce ch4, or TUT ch6 will be next (it depends on my mood after posting Truce ch3)

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⚪️ The Untold Tale ch6 - Shen Yuan/ original!Luo Binghe 

SUMMARY: Let it not be said that Shen Yuan didn’t know how to be an accomplished—arguably better—writer than Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky! A middle-aged author in his hubris, he’d unknowingly triggered his fate and had his consciousness whisked away into an unfathomable mystical world that he would later learn to be based on Proud Immortal Demon Way and his very own work-in-progress. When given the opportunity to customize his character’s stats and to design his one remaining Customizable Skill Slot, as a veteran reader of transmigration stories and their tropes, Shen Yuan demanded, “Grant me the protagonist’s halo of course!”

The SYSTEM was silent all but for a minute. 【Understood. Unique Skill "PROTAGONIST'S HALO" activated. Esteemed Host, you share the Unique Skill "PROTAGONIST'S HALO" with one other.】

“Who?”

【This world’s Luo Binghe. From the original novel series.】

“...Hold on, I need some time to process this.”

(Little did Shen Yuan know that this world’s Luo Binghe is the same sadistic “Bing gē” from the released Extra short story. It was also too bad that Shen Yuan, in his mortal form, resembled Shen Qingqiu by a good thirty-to-forty percent.)

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⚪️ A Prince and His Baron ch5 - Blitzø/ Stolas

SUMMARY: It was undeniable that there was an upcoming and new 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 and some other things like the Helluva Boss Instagram accounts.)

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⚫️ Green and Gold ch17 - Harry Potter/ Sesshomaru

*(ON TEMPORARY HIATUS)

I will resume this as soon TUT is marked as complete since TUT is borrowing a concept from G&G and G&G is conceived to be around 40ish - 60ish chapters. (As creative writing flashes can be strong and random sometimes, the exception to this temporary hiatus is if I’m struck with the impulse to write.)

SUMMARY: Due to the newest crop of alleged Death Eater sightings overseas, British Division Head Auror, Lord Harry Potter, was sent to Muggle Japan to thwart the renegade from performing another Dark Resurrection Ritual on a sacred site, thereby from desecrating a national magical monument―the Bone Eater's Well. For his troubles he lands himself as the minder of a 500-or-so year-old dog daiyoukai his magic tore from a distant past. Aloof and flexible morals aside, he doesn't know what to make of the feudal lord and sovereign. Yet. Similarly, Sesshomaru cannot help but be intrigued.

In the meantime, a storm is brewing in both eras, both in the magical UK and magical Japan...and perhaps even in Europe or America itself.

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⚫️ Finders Keepers ch7 - android!Rhys Strongfork/ Handsome Jack

*(ON TEMPORARY HIATUS)

I will resume this as soon TUT is marked as complete (or before, depending). At that time, I’ll see if there is still an audience or interest in FK—or if this will be one of those stories where I’m only writing for myself.

SUMMARY: By some miraculous twist of fate, Jack stumbles across an Atlas android hidden smack dab in Hyperion headquarters. Obviously, what is he going to do with it? Keep it for himself, of course, because as the saying goes, "Finders keepers, losers weepers." What he didn't anticipate was the clusterfuck he'd find himself in, when he discovers the valuable model he'd been hoarding has a hidden backstory. There is more than meets the eye.

(It's a sort-of tie-in to the Borderlands and Tales from the Borderlands universes. This is another attempt at an AU, although I hope to pay homage to elements from canon.)

*This is just the tentative lineup schedule, subject to change (priority depends on which of these six “children” is clamoring the loudest). This writer wishes to preserve the unique atmosphere and writing style for each story, and not see their worlds being mixed or influenced accidentally. Immersion into the worldbuilding is important. TUT and G&G are more tonally similar, likewise for Truce, TNotG, and P&B and FK, so hopefully this order will reduce any bleed-over in the reading materials whenever they come out.

If there are any burning questions about a specific story of mine, pop on over to the Ask link in my bio. I don’t mind giving spoilers and/or hints. ;)  

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Helluva Boss Episode 6 Review

It's Saturday, the twenty-first of August. I wake up at ten. This week has been, to say the least, taxing. My morning routine has fallen into a lull lately. I wake up, find something to eat (usually nothing more than a slice of bread). I open my phone, and the rather rigid itinerary continues:

Open discord

Open twitter

Open instagram

Open snapchat

Open youtube

Open any games that give free daily rewards (though I barely play them anymore).

This routine is borne not out of a personal need for structure, but purely out of apathy towards anything I see. I don't care about updates, I don't scroll through social media, I very rarely type in comments sections. I am done in five to ten minutes.

So, I had kind of forgotten about Helluva Boss. As a matter of fact, it didn't even appear in my youtube recommended, which it has unfailingly done for its past 5 episodes. I had said, a few months ago, when I wrote my last review, that I was losing faith in the series. I didn't think Vivenne had the right mindset for writing, visible in the series' basic structure and frankly cringeworthy sense of humour. By this time yesterday, I had no expectations left for Helluva Boss and no concern over what its future was going to look like. About a year ago I bought a funny little Hazbin Hotel merch t-shirt that I am wearing right now (Ironically, I was wearing it before realizing a new episode had been released. I put it on this morning because it was Saturday and I don't have to see anybody. I like the colors).

So fast forward. It's now around five-thirty in the evening, and I am checking my twitter again. There's an image on my feed, captioned by somebody (I can't remember what the caption is). A Helluva Boss screenshot. I close the tab instantly, and go to youtube, typing into the bar "Helluva Boss episode 6". There it is. I look at the timestamp, 22 minutes, and immediately think to myself: Oh shit, it's review day.

And it is. So here's my review. This intro was a joke, and most of it's made up.

Summed up: This episode is a step in the right direction. All these random character points, that felt too simple, or too back-seated in previous episodes get to take center stage (finally). It's focused only on Blitzo and Moxxie, but by the end of it, they actually feel like fairly complete characters. We start in the center of the action, which works perfectly for a show like this. Even though it's been two months, I am pulled back into the show almost instantly. It opens with some clever animation, of the tv screens, but these aren't the best visuals we'll be seeing this episode by any stretch of the word. In a few quick lines, each character is not only placed into their element: Blitzo's vulgar admonishments, Moxxie's sardonic reproach. Millie is aggressive, but we're again reminded how much she cares for Moxxie. She shouts at Loona to open the gate, and Loona refuses, citing her knowledge of Blitzo, and how she knows he's serious. It's perfect. I love it.

From here we have Moxxie and Blitzo restrained in a high security facility, as some agents begin to question them. The next scene is my personal favorite, of possibly the entire series, because we finally get to see Blitzo and Moxxie acting in sync, being friends, I guess, when we've only gotten bits of that before. They've mostly just bounced off of each other, so it's some nice character development. Good job.The rest will come in a bit. Rogers also gets to show off a bit his knack for the snappy dialogue. Though, every silver cloud: the scene ends with a "your mom" "my mom's dead" joke, that would hardly be funny in a reddit thread. It is downright awful here.

Loona and Millie are infiltrating the facility for a violent intermission.

So here's the real meat of the episode: The agents release into the room a "truth gas" that does exactly what the name implies (oddly enough, they never bother to question the imps before the gas dissipates). After realizing what the gas does, both Moxxie and Blitzo enter musical hallucinations, in which they confront each other, and the personal issues in each of them that contribute to their flawed relationship. Before, I continue, I want to note that the music and animation here are stellar, but again, the episode has better visuals still on the way. This number is essentially what all those bits of development between them were leading up to, and it's great. All of it is paying off. The series will change from here on out, hopefully: We'll get to see a healed Blitzo and Moxxie taking on all the villains that were set up. I was going to mention it later, but I guess I'll just awkwardly shoehorn it in now: Each episode has set up a new villain and none have recurred yet and that is not at all a good thing. I have no idea how Vivienne gonna get through all of them in a meaningful way. Back to the scene at hand: We're going through Moxxie's natural submissiveness, and Blitzo's fear of both intimacy and of being alone (does some of the dialogue here feel too imitative of Rick and Morty? I don't know. That's your call). When it's over, Blitz realizes his love for Stolas (romantic) and for Moxxie (platonic) (probably). They agree to be better friends. Congrats. We did it. The payoff is here.

Let's celebrate with a big ol beautifully animated fight scene that's just as edgy as these 2012 deviantart furries (Loona is back as a wolf, thank you). It's fast, bloody, at one point Blitzo pulls out a comically large rocket launcher labeled "MY DICK" and it shoots a missile labeled "PUSSY DESTROYER" and to my absolute shock, I laugh. That's right: This episode made me laugh one time. But honestly, that doesn't matter to me too much, because this isn't trying nearly as hard as the other episodes to be comedic. It's focused on other things, and I can appreciate it for that. As a twist, the original two agents escape, and slam that big red button. They're locked inside, guns pointed at them, and when it seems as though all hope is lost, Stolas arrives, which a demonstration of his power. Yet another piece of this episodes that fills some previously teased aspect. He's possessing people, raising dead in here, and his "true form" is what I mentioned a few times earlier: the most beautiful visual in the series yet. Or maybe I just like owls.

The episode is over, and I close the tab, thinking about how I'm going to write this review. I'm astounded. I had legitimately lost hope for this series. And just when I least expect it, Vivienne comes with an episode on par, maybe even better, than the second. Each character is realized, the animation is stunning, it feels like it's exactly what it wants to be. To put things into perspective though, I still don't think this episode nears the series' hypothetical full potential. It's certainly not on par with the best of some of the shows it recalls. The comedy still suffers, and the character development doesn't have a ton to work off of, and I that age warning at the beginning still feels misplaced. But you know what? Vivenne has made something half-decent here. And I can appreciate that. If the show keeps this up, hopefully even getting better, and minds bringing back one of those six or seven villains that have already been set up, then the future looks bright. It is with pride, joy, and definitely definitely tears in my eyes that I give this episode a 6/10.

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Something Very Special

Chapter 4:  A few moments of reflection.

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Warnings: Mpreg

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Blitzo prodded at his stomach in front of the full-length mirror in his room while wearing only his pants. It was a bit more obvious without a shirt and coat on that there was a slight bump, especially considering his slender physique. It had been a few hours since the visit with Stolas, and he could still almost feel the owl-demon’s hand against him. 

Before leaving, Stolas had insisting on getting to feel his stomach again- it wasn’t sexual, as promised, but it made Blitzo shiver, the gentle way Stolas moved his fingertips over the skin and how he cooed with his eyes glowing brighter than usual.

“They’ll be perfect. I’m so glad you decided to keep them. This will all be worth it, Blitzy- you’re doing something very special.” 

He was almost a month through, and there hadn’t been any real side effects yet. None that he’d actively noticed, anyway- he’d been a bit queasy while drinking coffee a time or two and had puked in the bushes on the way home from the bar after work once, but that could have just been the cheap, shitty booze and the fact that he’d been more ‘spinning’ than ‘dancing’ by the end of the night. Loona had pretty much dragged him back to the apartment when he almost passed out anyway- not his fault that the snacks weren’t good enough to waste money on so he ended up drunk way too fast. Ugh, he'd probably have to drop drinking, wouldn't he? Greeeeeeat.

In the other room, Loona was listening to some punk band he couldn’t recognize. He liked the fast, loud sound it had to it though, all the lyrics fuzzed through the walls so it was just the beat. Blitzo drummed his fingers over the bump.

“You’d better not be any trouble, you hear me? The most I want to deal with is people calling me fat or some shit. Maybe I can get something tailored? Might have to ask Stolas about that. I’d hate to be just popping out of everything in my wardrobe, I’ve got too good of a sense of fashion for that and I can’t deny the world me at my best.” He’d need to make a list of things he wanted before but hadn’t been willing to push his luck with Stolas on.

Actually, now that he thought of it... he’d been kind of pushing his luck the last few days, hadn’t he? He’d even insulted Stolas to his face earlier, but the owl had barely even flinched, too swept up in the fact that Blitzo was agreeing to keep the baby. If it meant he could loosen his lips a little outside of the bedroom, Blitzo’d count this as a double success for a while. Maybe that was another side effect- hormones? The inhibitions to not tiptoe around the dude who knocked you up? The one who knocked you up being more lenient himself? Who fuckin’ knew! He’d never exactly asked Mom about what it was like having him and his sisters, he figured nobody who wasn’t about to have kids did shit like that who wasn’t a pervert.

Blitzo’d been playing ball with Stolas for... geez, at least six months at this point? He’d never written it down or anything. It always felt like pins and needles until he either said some dumbshit thing Stolas didn’t find funny that he had to fumble over a half-assed apology for, or Stolas just started getting raunchy right in the middle of the calls he insisted on at least twice a week. At least when the guy got started, most of the time he just burnt himself out with an occasional ‘mhm’ or ‘oh yeah’ from Blitzo, who was getting pretty good at tuning it out. Horny bastard was probably jacking off during half of them too, from the squelches and moaning noises. Weirdo. It was like he didn’t know about porn or something.

But! But, he’d offered to leave actual sex off the table for five full months with the baby thing. It really said how much he wanted this, and it also said that Blitzo was probably going to be able to get away with a lot more than usual if Stolas was willing to forgo their ‘fornication’ (seriously, who used words like that, just say ‘fucking’ like a normal person) for the entire time. Maybe Blitzo could actually get lucky with someone else for once, if he wanted to.

“What do you think about all of this? I figure the weight will be worth not having to worry about him just scooping me up and running off during work hours. And that’s on top of actually having some real good stuff out of our little relationship besides him just not taking the book back.” He paused. “And the sex when we get around to it. That’s usually pretty good.” He turned to Spirit Jr, who was propped up on the bed. The stuffed horse just stared up at him, but he felt fairly sure that the emotion given off was approval. “Very helpful. Thank you.”

“Yo, Blitzo.” Loona rapped her knuckles on the doorframe before pushing the door open, and grimaced before slamming it shut again. “Geez, get dressed first!”

“I’m in my room, just ask first!” He tugged a hoodie on, the oversized fabric completely smothering his frame when he looked down before opening the door again, meeting her eyes. “What is it, honey?”

“Just making sure you were still keeping it.” She held up her phone. “Millie asked and the notifications are getting annoying.”

Blitzo squinted at the screen, and could see that Millie had sent a picture of Moxxie pacing with his fingers laced behind his back.

“Geez, he’s acting like it’s his baby or something. Priss. Yeah, I’m keeping it.” He rubbed an idle circle over the pocket of the hoodie, fingers criss-crossing a star on the inside of it. Of course, it didn’t have much power without the book in the other room.

“I know, just making sure you weren’t changing your mind and trying to cut it out in there.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m only asking because this was the fourth text and she was worried you’d done something stupid. Did you check your phone?”

“Yeah, of course!” He blinked before heading back to where he’d hung up his coat, digging into the pocket before pulling out his phone that was currently flashing with several missed texts. Four long rambling ones from Moxxie, three slightly shorter ones from Millie, and then one each from Loona and Stolas. (Stolas’s was just a series of emojis that Blitzo didn’t really feel up to interpreting, including for some reason several leaves.)

He shot back a text to the IMP groupchat.

Im fine u gyus, dont worry aboutme. Its all good nd im keepingit.

He flopped down on the bed to start scrolling through Voxtagram, and Loona firmly snapped the door shut at the same moment the bed creaked from his weight. 

“G’night, Blitzo.”

“G’night, Loonie! See you tomorrow bright and early!” he called back at the sound of her plodding down the hall. “We’ve got another job lined up!”

If he was lucky, maybe nothing else would even have to change.

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