#as Blitzy canonically looks like him

[janus-cadet]

Back with more tarot cards! Last weeks had been a bit more busy, but, finally, some timeto draw. We're continuing the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss series, with none other than hell's greatest boss- Blitzø, as the Four of Pentacles!

(spend so long on the background to have his stupid ass in front of it)

Some explanations for the choice of card under the cut!

Now, the meaning you'll see associated to this card are usually linked to discussion of money and wealth; but while those would still, in my opinion, fit Blitzø's relation with money, I'll focusing far more on the association with feelings, and relations with others.

Upright, and in its most positive state, the Four of Pentacles suggests that you've created something (a business, perhaps!) that secures you financial stability; you can now provide better for those around you, and feel much more independent, when you were struggling with finances before. But the card typically accompanies a scarcity mindset- with money and material possessions, but also toward others. Instead of enjoying your current lifestyle, you are choosing to guard tightly what you have gain, in fear you might lose it all at any time. That fear of loosing what you have stops you from taking a shot at happiness, and from finding fulfilment in your life. You place too much values on material things, as you feel that your self-worth is based on how much you have- which, in turn, might lead you to feel inadequate next to others (like a whole ass prince of hell, who knows).

Beyond all that, the card appears when you are seeking out more control in your life. You're convinced you can do things alone, that you don't need other people to support you: at work, you might, for example, not let others (Moxxie) mess with your area of expertise. In relationship, you may be protective, even possessive, in fear that it would slip between your fingers, to the point of shutting yourself down to not let a crack be visible.

Reversed, the Four of Pentacles can appear when you're starting to re-evaluate what's important to you. You may be starting to loose the tight grip you have on yourself and the things you care about, in order to seek more openly love and happiness. Perhaps you're starting to forgive yourself, mend relations broken in the past?

If that re-evaluation has not come, however, the card warns you that you should start looking for it. You may not realise it, but what you have is slipping through your fingers, because of how you treat it; or maybe you know just to well, and just tighten your hold even more, despite the harm it's doing... just like the Blitzø on the card, holding that pentacle coin tightly to his chest. You are entering the self-protection mode: you wish for stability, security, and certainty, but find yourself unable to accept it as long as you do not deem yourself worthy enough, wealthy enough, to receive it. But that attitude is what threaten the most of what you've built: you have to learn to open yourself. Stability can only be found once you started building it in yourself.

And that's it for today! I hope you like it, I certainly do. I have to admit I wasn't big on Blitzø at first, but that feral imp quickly grew on me.

Now, all the cards I've done so far for this fandom...

Next time, if there's no change of plan, we'll have Charlie and Vaggie, and the Ten of Cups!

[gaybananabread]

got one 4 tickletober!!! Day 17 or 18 (can't decide😭), Lee!Blitzø, Ler!Stolas

I'm CRAVING stolitz tickles after Apology Tour😭 MY BBS NEED TO BE HAPPYYY

I fully understand if you deny, just thought it'd be cute<3

-gambokitten

TickleTober Day 18 - Tickle Fight

~Oh my yeah SAME! I'm gonna time this before Apology Tour, just so the goofy sweetness doesn't feel out of place (also, I like writing the birb pining). I'm hoping we get some fluff in Ghostfuckers 🥲. I leaned heavier on the lee!Blitzø side like the req asks, but there’s definitely a tickly scrabble. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Blitzø

Ler: Stolas

Summary: Stolas asks if he and Blitz can try something new for the night. The simple question quickly spirals into tickly chaos as they learn what true hilarity looks (and feels) like.

Warnings: canon-typical language and references. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“You…what?”

Blitzø did a double take at the suggestion, quirking one of his brows. What did he just say?

“W-we don't have to, of course. I'd just, you know…like to get playful.” Stolas could feel his face heat up as he repeated the words, making it hard to look the imp in the eyes. He'd just kind of blurted it out the first time; he wasn't expecting anything to come of it.

“Uh…sure? I mean, I knew you liked it rough, so it's not a giant fuckin’ surprise. I can do that, if you want to.” Blitzø’s tone was about as nonchalant as he could get, but there was a sign of care behind them.

While he’d never admit it, he did kinda want to make Stolas happy. He didn't want the bird to leave.

Stolas had asked to have a little play fight, seeing what would happen when they each tried to pin the other.

“Oh! Yes, I would like that. Do you want me to initiate, or-”

Before he could even finish speaking, Blitzø pounced, using gravity and force to wrestle the bird to the mattress. It wasn't like they hadn't been rough before; they'd just never done anything that physical without a hand somewhere else.

Stolas gasped as he was shoved down, his eyes widening with giddy surprise. He was kind of expecting to take control, but it wasn't unpleasant by far. He gently ran his hands down the shorter man’s chest, delighting in the shiver it caused.

The sounds, however, were unexpected.

“S-Stoholas- knock that shit off!” The imp tried to growl at least semi-seductively, but his voice was a few pitches too high. Odd…Stolas hadn’t done anything besides stroke his chest. Maybe he was embarrassed about liking it?

Tentatively, Stolas repeated the motion, stroking from Blitzø’s collarbones to his stomach. That time, he caught a grin tugging at the red-skinned imp’s lips, his stomach quivering beneath the touch. Oh. Oh!

“Are you perhaps ticklish, Blitzy?”

That single question sent all the giddy, not-used-to-soft-shit panic alarms off in Blitzø’s head. He tried to snatch Stolas’s wrists, but the bird fought back for once, fluttering his fingers beneath the imp’s outstretched arm. Damn it, why’d he always have to take his shirt off so quickly?

Blitzø jerked back, Stolas quickly following. Stolas caught his wrist to keep him from falling off the bed, giving the imp enough time to squeeze the bird’s thigh. A sound between a groan and a giggle left his mouth, causing a competitive fire to light in his eyes. Oh, it was on!

The pair wrestled with each other, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickly tousle. Blitzø was using brute strength, trying to pin Stolas before he was overpowered. The bird would just target any exposed spot when that happened, fluttering his fingers over them to see his “it’s complicated” partner's lips twitch. Retaliation was swift, the pokey tip of Blitzø’s tail teasing wherever it could reach.

After two solid minutes of strangled yelps, giggles, and lots of manhandling, Stolas managed to straddle the thrashing imp and pin his arms above his head. He could have accomplished it much sooner with his powers, but that just didn’t seem fair to him.

Blitzø thrashed like a wild animal beneath the taller demon, a feral scowl on his face. In his eyes, however, Stolace could see the giddiness he was trying to suppress. “G-get the fuck offa me, you feathered fucking asshole!”

“I don’t think I will, darling. This seems much more…amusing~” The word alone wasn’t anything special, but that tone… Let’s just say Blitzø’s heart felt like it was trying to eject out his throat.

Stolas started out soft, testing the waters. Gentle, fluttering fingers trailed along Blitzø’s stomach, tracing lazing circles around his navel. A gurgling sound rumbled in the imp’s throat – an adorable attempt to keep from giggling. Stolas felt his heart flutter at the sight.

“Aww, does it tickle, Blitzy? Does it make you want to giggle and squirm like the adorable little baby you are?~” Stolas teased, unable to stop himself from going a little overboard. While it was definitely over the top, it seemed to do the trick, causing Blitzø’s cheeks to burn.

“Sh-shuhut- fuck! Shut up!” The short man cursed the giggle that escaped him, thrashing twice as hard beneath the gentle touch. He refused to react so quickly. He wasn’t weak, and he’d prove it whenever necessary. Apparently, he deemed the tail-end of a tickle fight necessary.

“You can laugh, you know. I promise you that I won’t judge.” Stolas’s tone grew soft and affectionate as he spoke. “Actually, I think I’ll find it quite adorable.”

Those words made Blitzø’s eyes widen and mind race. It was…it was an angle. Had to be. Why else would a literal prince be so affectionate towards a scummy imp like him?

“Shut your fucking- ACK! G-gehehet ohoff!” The imp’s dam finally burst when Stolas dipped one feathery finger into his navel, twirling and scratching against the sensitive skin. His giggles were loud and punchy, the sound a bit higher and sweeter than his normal speech.

“Hmm. Since you’re being so mean, I don’t think I will. I’m quite content to stay right here, teasing your cute little belly button,” he hummed, enjoying himself as he teased the imp. There was something about the light and gentle teasing that just made it all so fun.

“Gohoho fuhuhuck youhurself, smuhuhug prihihihick!” Sure, Blitzø was probably digging his own grave by mouthing off, but he wasn’t just gonna lie there and take it! He kept on squirming, even though he was starting to tire himself out with all the movement.

“What a naughty mouth, saying such things to me. I think that deserves some punishment.” With a knowing chuckle, Stolas’s hand traveled upwards, grazing Blitzø’s ribs. The imp had always gotten squirmy when he touched there; now the bird knew why.

“GAAH! W-wahahAHAHAIT! FUHUHUCK!” Blitzø’s back arched off the bed as his poor ribs were targeted, thrashing as wildly as his tired body would allow. He could practically feel his blood boiling beneath the skin on his cheeks.

The imp was losing his Satan-forsaken mind. It had been years since he was properly tickled, and even then, it was nothing like that.

What he was experiencing in that moment were the affectionate tickles of someone who just wanted to see him laugh and be happy for the fun of it. No matter how wild his denial pool was, that truth floated up to the top.

His tail was a little narc, twitching and occasionally thumping against the mattress. Stolas found it endearing, letting out hooty chuckles when he noticed.

“It seems like someone’s enjoying himself~”

The worst part was, Blitzø couldn’t deny it. He really was enjoying himself, as overwhelming and crazy as the touch was. It felt nice to truly laugh without any expectations or true thought going into it – just a mirthful reaction that somehow shut his brain off.

It took a solid ten minutes of the “torture,” but finally, Blitzø caved. He had tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, and his sides ached from laughing so hard. Barely coherent, he screeched out their designated safeword.

“H-HOHORSERAHADISH!”

Stolas stopped instantly when he heard their safeword, knowing his imp had to be truly exhausted to use it. He released the panting, disoriented man’s arms, instead lying down to cuddle up next to him.

Blitzø usually grumbled and “protested” the cuddles, but he couldn’t bring himself to that time; the back pats and stomach rubs he was getting from Stolas were too good, and the man was so warm. If he was going to be embarrassed, he was at least gonna sleep well and feel happy.

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Blitz.” There was that soft tone again, shaking the foundation of Blitzø’s trusting policy. He seriously needed to go to a therapist… Well, if he could find one that didn’t make him wanna kill them and then himself..

“I didn’t trust you with shit…” Blitzø was lying, and Stolas knew it. Hell, anyone could’ve guessed it by the lack of biting venom in his tone. He truly did enjoy that…

Stolas went to argue, but noticed the imp’s droopy eyelids and coiled tail; he was on the verge of passing out. The bird didn’t want to interfere with that. He simply kissed the man’s bald head before snuggling close, letting his own eyes close.

“Goodnight, Blitzy. I’ll see you in the morning…”

[chaifootsteps]

Stolas: I love you Blitzy ❤️

Blitzø: get bevver soon lol ande I’m br8king up wiv yewe

Stolas: You what.

Blitzø, later: it’s fine Mox, if you send bad news over text people don’t get mad. Maybe lock the doors and windows tight tonight though.

Side note: doesn’t stolas look down on Stella, the person he hates, for not being able to spell and not liking books? Um. You know who else doesn’t like books and struggles to spell? Blitzø lmao?? Incredible writing, Viv. Blitz literally has more in common with Stella and Octavia

Oh, it's worse than that; Stolas calls Stella a bitch (to his own daughter, no less) by spelling it out, of course Stella responds "What did you just call me?", and Stolas responds "Well, how was I supposed to know you could spell? I've never seen you read!"

Realistically, Stolas and Blitz would last a month before Stolas started condescending to Blitz about his poor spelling and art skills and making him feel worse than he already canonically does.

[eldritchcreatureofwords]

So, About the Original Look my Way

-and why it's a heel-face-turn villain redemption song. What the fuck, you ask? Oh, please, let me ramble. Drop everything you know about Our Stolas for a second. Blank slate. So, originally, Stolas was a villain. The entire reason that he became a protagonist was that Vivz and Bryce thought he and Blitz would make a cute couple, and he was re-voiced and re-worked into the Stolas we know and love. So take that into consideration listening to the original Just Look My Way, particularly with it's lyrics. "My little imp, why must you be so...difficult?" This is not a loving or affectionate statement. This is pure frustration and annoyance; not to mention the ownership and lack of personalization in the phrasing. It's a possessive diminutive. He also refers to Blitz as Blitzy at the end of this monologue, a nickname Blitz openly dislikes and expresses annoyance over (this song came out around Harvest Moon Festival/Truth seekers, so that would have been a Known Thing by the fandom at the time.) 'Come now, my little impish plaything, we've both made our choice.' This is someone trying to talk sense into someone else. You knew what you were getting into, you chose this, you chose me, stop being a pain in the ass and do/give me what I want. Stop being hard to understand and frustrating. Again with the diminutives, too- 'little', 'plaything'. 'My'. Possessive. He's frustrated, upset, and confused; trying to talk sense into 'his little imp' who is refusing to give him what he wants. 'I can give you what you need'- I can give you anything, everything, just let me. Then we get to the middle of the song. He's breathless, confused, and angry. Just say it, Blitzy, I deserve that at least, don't I? Entitled and demanding, even angry, though it's born of frustration and confusion. And it leads to the abrupt, jarring realization. The heel-face-turn. This unspoken contract

A deed we forged for mutual gain

If that's all this was when you're not here

What is this rooted pain? And here we go. He's not felt like this before, not for or with anyone- save maybe Octavia- and now there's a twisting in his chest, a knot in his stomach, a longing and an ache and nothing he does fixes it. Gets rid of it. He wants, he hurts, and that's new and confusing. 'Cause I'm terrified. He's feeling feelings. This is probably as scary for him as it is Blitz, because quite frankly he's also been taught that being anything other then a perfect model Goetia, controlled and cold and better then anyone and everyone around them, is not ok.

Unless it's me?... A real-time-realization that he's been a prick. That he's abandoned his daughter in favor of this situationship and his own pleasure. That he's treated Blitz like a toy and a favored pawn. That he's been missing a lot, so wrapped up is he in his own desires, thoughts, and wants. And no matter what in this world I can give

It's not enough to get through the walls you conjured up to live Is this how she'd feel?

Finally, finally, stepping outside his own head and connecting to the fact that he's been making other people- not just Blitz- feel like shit. The face-turn part. I have to do better. I have to be better. Abandoned all alone and left to fend For herself? For some semblance of happiness that doesn't have to end? He's still a sad, lonely figure, and he knows what it feels like to feel cold, alone, uncared for. And he's made Octavia feel that way. He's fucked up royally, no pun intended. I will try to make amends. And there it is. He has, in real time, realized that he's been a selfish prick and also that he's gone and fallen head-over-heels for this little imp he's in this little transactional fuck with, and he's got some 'splanin to do to both of them. I think this Stolas is 'canon/relevant' up to Truthseekers; at least to some degree. Obviously he hasn't been 'evil' or a villain since the pilot, but I do think some of this mentality is still with him until that point. In our, official Look My Way, he's already grown- he doesn't need to have a real time realization of anything because he's already realized it. The official Look My Way is a far more traditional I love you and I want to make my mistakes right song, because he's already realized he made mistakes and cares about Blitz. Anyway, I don't really know how to end this rant so, uh, that's it, I guess. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk?

[brandwhorestarscream]

Hello!

Since the tfa versions are being born first: Octane and Astrotrain helping blitzwing with the triplets?

Aksjdjaka ok I'm gonna be honest I don't remember a lot (read: any) of their canon interactions so this is all gonna be wild conjecture

Blitzwing is the first of the Kalisians to fall to the reincarnation curse, and he's got three of them. Astrotrain and Octane probably tease him relentlessly, calling him "mommy blitzy" and generally just being awful, poking fun at him for being all domestic and having to stop basically his whole life, dropping everything to care for his three newsparks. Blitzwing doesn't want this: being a single parent is hard, being one with no preparation or expectation is worse, and having to do it with three newborns is enough to make anyone crack

Eventually, the other two needling him leads to a particularly ugly breakdown. What this looks like is up in the air: my go to for this sort of emotional overload is angry tears and screaming and desperately shaking hands, but I don't think that's terribly likely for Blitzwing. Then again, he's more stressed and sleep deprived and frustrated and scared than he's ever been, cornered in a situation with no way out other than death, so. Who knows. Maybe that is what happens when he finally snaps: everything bubbles over at once and he just explodes at them, body venting stress as hard and fast as it can in any and every possible way. Scalding air blasting out of his vents, charge crackling like lightning in his field, tears of liquid rage streaking and his face as he rips into the other two in the angriest, scariest, most vicious screaming rant they've ever seen. His mouth is moving faster than his mind and he doesn't even realize it when he yells that he wants to fucking die to escape

When he's finally done he stands there huffing and steaming for several seconds, expression pulled tight with rage before suddenly falling slack. His knees visibly wobble and suddenly he falls straight down, ears ringing and vision blurring and suddenly so, so dizzy. He hears a sparkling crying, distantly, and realizes he was holding one of the baby Blitz's and holding them way too tightly while yelling at Astrotrain and Octane. He tries to rock them, bounce them, begging them to, "Stop crying, s-stop crying, please stop crying I can't take it anymore...!" His shoulders start to shake with exhausted, silent sobs and he squeezes his optics shut, feverishly begging his newspark to stop. He hasn't slept a full night in over a month, he hasn't been able to shower or eat or do anything because the three of them require so much care and he's had no help at all.

After a tense moment of shock, the other two share a panicked look before Astrotrain hurries to carefully, cautiously take the sparkling from him. Blitzwing folds in on himself, wrapping shaking arms around himself and sagging so far forward in exhaustion that his forehelm touches the floor before he collapses onto his side, vents shallow and heaving. His voice cracks as he whispers that he can't do this anymore.

Now, obviously that outburst is cause for concern. He's been slowly unraveling since the triplets were born and he's fraying at the seams: he's never had to take care of a sparkling before, let alone three. He has no idea what he's doing, he's so exhausted he can barely stand. He needs help. The other two aren't terribly experienced but they're confident they can keep the bitties alive, at least. As Astrotrain has the baby Blitz, the little blue one, it falls to Octane to drag him to the washracks. Sits him down on the floor and helps get him cleaned up: he's covered in crusted dried energon and spit up snd Primus knows what else. He's uncharacteristically gentle while washing his back and arms and wings, while Blitzwing passes out against the wall within a single klik of their arrival.

After that, he's put to bed and the two of them watch over the triplets while he catches up on desperately needed rest. They don't leave even after he wakes up, and only after he shuffles out of berth do they realize just how awful he looks. His colors have gone pale and muddy, his optics are dim. Even after nearly 15 megacycles of recharge, his servos are still shaking minutely. His wings are pinned at their lowest point on his back, and his helm hangs. His express barely twitches when he speaks. He's so drained. He looks like all the life has been sucked out of him. He can't keep doing this on his own. It really will kill him, or drive him to do something drastic. Mental health services aren't exactly widely available on either side of the war, so it'll be a long time if he can talk to anyone, if he can talk to anyone at all, but in the mean time the other two triple changers resolve to lighten his load. Offering to stick around and help juggle the three littles, offering to take them on alternating nights so their poor carrier will never have to go without rest for so long ever again. They're of the last of their kind, and at home so long ago he'd never have been left all alone with this kind of big life event. It's no wonder he was going crazy with all this stress. Blitzwing is incredibly grateful, and thankfully his mental state improves with their consistent assistance and the sheer relief.

He's not just glad for the help, but... he's glad it's helping him be closer with his sparklings too. It sounds backwards, that he could feel more loving toward them now that they're spending less time together. But really... deep down, he had started to resent them. He didn't ask for children. He didn't ever plan to have them. And suddenly they arrived and he'd had no say in the matter: he lost any hope of ever sleeping or being clean or unoccupied ever again, and as much as he was loathe to think it... part of him had started to feel bitter toward them. It wasn't their fault and he felt like a monster, but drowning in the reality of surprise parenthood had been slowly cultivating an ugly, awful seed somewhere deep on his psyche. The greatest relief of all, perhaps, is feeling that angry seed start to crumble and abate: at last, now, he can focus on loving them and giving them the best life he can, rather than wondering if he can even survive another day.

[hazbincalifornia]

Scars

Summary: Stolas gives Blitz a chance to get a human disguise. He doesn't expect what he sees.

Wordcount: 4210

Rating: T for canon-typical language/suggestiveness, descriptions of scarring

Ao3 link

Stolas had wondered about the markings, of course.

His memories of the charming, spirited little imp boy had been blurry around the edges, as much as he’d tried to cling to them- an impression of excitement and joy, a lightning-fast friendship that had been captured in a jar but fuzzed like the paper labels at the back of the cheat cabinet when he tried to grab a midnight snack.

He hadn’t remembered white besides the flaking pearl of curved horns, but then, a long time had passed since that day when they had run around and played pretend before adulthood pulled them apart.

He hadn’t remembered white on the poster that he’d ripped off a tree and stuffed in the back of his closet and didn’t look at except for when Stella was too awful to dwell on- except on the boots that were shined brighter than the gates an eternity away, and stripes on arms that seemed thin as toothpicks. (Even though there was just a hint of muscle underneath, muscle that he couldn’t help but imagine wrapping around his-)

Well. It didn’t matter now.

Yes, Stolas had wondered, but a brush over the white skin with his own spindly fingers showed it was a touch tougher than the brilliant red that made up the rest of Blitzy, so it was rugged, he decided. A mark of aging on imps, perhaps, or something he’d taken on willingly like the tattoos he’d seen on some of the Wrathian imps during the games, shaped like teeth or claws or vortexes, avenues of power. Of course his Blitzy wouldn’t be satisfied with something so plain as that. He was an adventurer, a visionary, an assassin.

He had faced life and beaten it into submission, powerful in a way that Stolas could only hope to be. It was tucked away in Stolas’s mind the same as the slash across Alejandro’s chest from a duel of passion was- a tantalizing part of the myth that surrounded his daring, bold, mysterious Blitzy, each piece of him something to worship with fingers and a beak and kisses. Stallion, champion, lover. Perhaps it had even been an error made during the process by an artist with shaky fingers, and he had simply said ‘fuck it’ and told them to fill in the whole thing, give him a mask like a phantom and fingerless gloves that bristled with flecks of color at the edge. It was quite the look, and even though Stolas had never quite imagined him this way in those squirreled-away minutes as a young adult, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

(Blitz heard better on the right side, brushed away sweat faster with a dismissive hand on the left, and wouldn’t let Stolas touch his hands until the fourth moon. Even then, he pulled away after just a minute, murmuring something about his palms that was so low even Stolas couldn’t quite catch it. Little quirks, things anyone might have.)

They wanted to test out a human disguise. Blitz had said that they shouldn’t have to blow any more of the budget than they already had on them, and the incident in LA months ago had left a sour taste in his mouth on the matter anyhow. Stolas agreed- the safer that they could be, the better, and he owed him for helping to find Via that day, even though she shouldn’t have been able to get to the book in the first place. Besides, he had to admit that he was a bit curious about what Blitz would look like. His outfit likely wouldn’t shift too much, but would he have hair? Would his horns be translated any? Perhaps they could try some kind of date up on Earth without having to worry about drawing undue attention the way they may in Hell.

Sure, it was likely that Blitz would be on the shorter side as a human, but their difference would likely be far less extreme than it was in their natural forms. It would be nice to be able to hold hands without him bending down or Blitz nearly cracking his back, or kiss without having a handful of feathers yanked out in the process as Blitz pulled him down. (Not that he didn’t enjoy that, to be fair- it felt like being claimed, in a way, and the dominance required to simply drag him down… ooh.)

They had chosen an uninhabited area, or at least one that was unlikely to have any interruption. It was a small lake tucked into mountains that Stolas had found years ago when experimenting with the Grimoire and had started slipping to when things became too overwhelming. It was far from the filthy smog that blanketed many human cities, as well as many Hellish ones. He had found the remains of fires a few times, but he had been lucky enough to avoid any direct human contact as of yet.

He had already shifted himself, the soft silk of his own human disguise a strange comfort. He hadn’t had much use for it in ages before that one disastrous day, but the way the clothes molded perfectly to his stripped-bare skin was sweet in a sensory way. (He liked the puffy sleeves too. They just looked fun.)

“So, this is just a ‘snap your fingers’ thing, right? I’ll be able to do it myself if we get in shit?”

“Once this is connected to you, you should be able to turn it on and off at will once in the human world and it’s on your person,” Stolas said, drumming his fingers on the book before tracing a circle around the page. “It will require some effort and contact with this crystal-” He held up the ruby gemstone dangling from its leather choker, chosen specifically for how well it complemented the coat that Blitz usually wore. “-But yes, you should be able to cast the spell without contact to the Grimoire, the same as your Loona.”

It had been… quite an effort to coax the crystal out of Asmodeus, but Stolas had to admit that it was going to be a worthwhile investment- if they could avoid being spotted again, if they could keep Blitz safe, it would be worth all of the painful secrets and promises of returned favors in the world. (The use of the book lay a question for another day, as Stolas insisted they keep it for now as a precautionary connection back to Hell in case anything went awry. It was better than to have to come get them himself again if things went belly-up, after all.)

“Fuckin’ sweet. Lay it on me, big boy.” Blitz made a ‘gimme’ motion with his hands, and Stolas gave a little chuckle.

“Normally, Asmodeus does this himself, but I had to procure it for you, so I’ll finish the enchantment now that you’re here. I would say keep your pants on, but I wouldn’t exactly be opposed if this knocked them off.”

Blitz scoffed before settling back on his haunches. “Har har. I should make you pay for that by having to take my pants off with your beak next week.”

“Oh, I’d just enjoy the challenge,” Stolas said dismissively before setting the crystal down in the crease of the book and murmuring the enchantment, fingers weaving into the air as a soft red glow began to emanate from it. “Now, this may cause a bit of a tingling sensation when you put it on, but it shouldn’t be painful.”

“I’m holding you to that.” Blitz watched as it glowed brighter and brighter before a flash blasted outwards like a miniature supernova. “Hey! You didn’t say it was going to fuck with my eyes!”

“Sorry, sorry, I forgot that part!” Stolas said, lifting the crystal that had stopped glowing again before holding it out to Blitz. “It should be properly enchanted now, try it on.”

Gingerly, Blitz unclipped the rounded skull brooch on his usual choker, tucking it into his pocket. When he grasped the crystal, magic scurried around where it touched skin, shifting red to warm brown.

“Excellent, it looks like it works,” Stolas said, although his eyes squinted. Something was… off about the texture on the palm, but the crystal was covering most of it. Blitz hooked the gem into the leather, and sharp sparkles flashed over his body, quickly painting on an illusion of humanity.

Stolas’s mouth opened and then closed again as the light dimmed, the sweet lake air not quite making it to his lungs as the imp tilted his head that was now only about a foot below Stolas’s.

“What, am I that much fuckin’ uglier than humans normally are, or- wait, shit.” He raised one hand to his right eye. “Fucking seriously? Human skin doesn’t heal as well, does it? Fuck, that’s gonna be such a pain- Stolas?”

Scars. Every one of the white marks that were splattered over the imp’s skin like gore were scars- and mostly burns from the looks of it. The one around his eye meant it was sealed partially shut, and they were slightly lighter than the surrounding skin, rippled like the surface of a planet that had seen space debris.

Blitz sighed, rubbing at his good eye as he looked over at his reflection in the water. “Well, now I get to choose between humans staring at me because I’m a demon, and humans staring at me because of this. They healed ages ago, why do they look so fresh?”

“Human forms are based on your physical characteristics if you were to have lived a similar human life,” Stolas said quietly. “The base form is chosen based off your body shape, but things like scars or missing limbs remain similar, and are sometimes more intense since they had less chance to heal properly in this form. On top of that, imps are hardier than humans, I suppose…”

“Fuck yeah we are, I’d be a corpse twenty times over if I was as squishy as those meatbags.” Blitz waved a dismissive hand, and Stolas couldn’t stop staring at the discolorations on his arm. “Ugh, it’s mostly the eye thing, I usually cover up the arms anyway and having two full eyes kiiiinda helps with the assassin thing.” He prodded at his eyelid, sounding more annoyed than pained- although it made sense, if they had mostly healed already with just the scars themselves lingering echoes of whatever he’d survived.

“How… how long have you...?” Stolas asked tentatively, and Blitz waved a hand.

“Long-ass story, but years. It was a whole thing. They hurt like a bitch, but I’m mostly used to ‘em now.” He turned, ruffling a hand through his hair. “Of course I still end up looking kind of like Mr. ‘Ran Out On His Gig’, that’s just peachy. At least the marks’ll stop people from making that call.”

Stolas squinted- he hadn’t even noticed, but sure enough, the general facial shape and skin and hair color were somewhat similar to the Ragers man Blitz had been mistaken for, albeit with black lines through the eyes, brilliant red pupils, and his heart marking as a forehead tattoo, with little spikes of hair falling on either side to show it off. He supposed it made some sort of sense, but Blitz was right- no one would mistake them now. Frankly, Stolas was surprised he even remembered what the man had looked like from what brief glances they’d gotten of his visage.

“Do they… hurt?”

“Not much, the toughness in the skin just feels different,” Blitz said, turning around and catching Stolas’s eyes for the first time. “Why are you so surprised anyway? Didn’t you know?”

“I…”

Why did he never bother looking into it? It wasn’t something small, the markings covered a good third of Blitz’s body, but it had been easier to just…

...Assume whatever fit his fantasy.

Assume that everything was fine, that Blitz had chosen everything about himself, was in complete control of the narrative the way a hero should… not that he’d been through something terrible himself that Stolas had never bothered even asking about.

“I… didn’t realize it was quite that bad,” Stolas replied a bit lamely after a moment, hating how Blitz would be able to see his eyes darting about so he forced them to lock with Blitz’s. “The difference in texture didn’t feel as extreme in your usual body.”

“Like you said, us imps are hardy-ass bitches. We can take damn near anything thrown at us, and don’t you fucking forget it.” His coat had remained largely the same, and he fussed with the edge of the sleeve. “I know it’s not gonna win any beauty contests like this.” There were a thousand words packed into just a few, and Stolas could only imagine many of them had come from previous lovers from the nearly imperceptible curl inwards he looked away.

“If… if it’s any consolation, I’m not a particular fan of my human form either.” Stolas flicked at the top of one of his ears, giving a watery smile. “Earholes are far better than having something vulnerable stick out of the side of your head.”

Blitz snorted. “You aren’t wrong on that. Hair too.” He tugged out a few strands of his own, and they rested on his bumpy palm before the wind carried them away. “Who needs it? Just another fuckin’ thing you’d have to take care of. I’ve seen the amount of shampoo Loonie goes through, and I’ll pass.”

“I think it looks nice on you! Although, of course, your normal form is best.”

“You said I could turn it on and off at will, right?”

Stolas nodded. “Just think of how you usually look, and it should-”

A blink of light and a flash of mirror-like mini-crystals that fled up his body and dissolved into thin air later, Blitz was back to the imp that Stolas knew and loved. Red eyes traced more carefully over him now, taking note of the way there was a thin line between white and red. “There we go. Back to my bomb-ass self.” He checked his arms back and front, seeming satisfied with what he saw. “Good, it didn’t make me some kinda freaky-deaky hybrid fuckup.” He glanced up at Stolas. “Yours isn’t half-bad, at least.”

“Oh?” Stolas shifted in the grass, sure his currently-human cheeks had a dot of flush to them even as his mind churned with new knowledge. “I don’t have many opportunities to use it, but I’m glad that you approve.”

“Mm, I’m sure I’ll get used to mine eventually.” There was a pause as Blitz’s knee bounced, and Stolas waited, counting to ten. Usually, Blitz either spilled or changed the subject by then, so eager to fill the air with something. Never content to just let things lay as they were. “Took a while back when it first happened too.”

“I’m… not surprised,” Stolas murmured. “I can’t imagine I would adjust immediately either.” He shifted forward, setting a hand on Blitz’s knee before it twitched away, making his heart skip as Blitz withdrew from the attempt at comfort. “Blitz, I…”

“It’s fine. I know.” There was a decade of resignation in those words, and Stolas wondered how many people had seen the scars and refused to see the man underneath. “You don’t have to act like you-”

“I think you’re beautiful.” The words were almost carried by the wind, but Blitz’s fingers curled into fists and his spikes rose.

“Stolas...”

“It’s the truth. I cannot imagine what you must have gone through, but you’re still here, still making your way in the world no matter what is thrown at you.”

Sparks leapt from the gem and he was faced with the scars thrown into harsher relief, one good eye raised.

“And what about now?”

Stolas took a moment to look- to really look. The way the features settled were different, but a spirit still burned with hottest Hellfire through the eyes and the clenched jaw and the way he held himself, with a slight hunch like he was always prepared to go on the defensive, currently-invisible spikes up.

“It’s you.” He tilted his head, nodding as if to himself. “That’s what matters. I’ll adjust, and your fierce soul comes through.” He glanced back at where he had opened the portal, an idea sparking. “In fact, why don’t we get some practice with these forms together? Are there any missions that you needed to stake out for beforehand that we could work on?”

Blitz stared at him for a moment. “If you freak out and leave me stranded if things go tits-up, I’m shoving a cactus up your ass next month.”

“Deal.”

They didn’t shake on it, but both of them knew Blitz wouldn’t make him do that to an innocent plant anyway.

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“Wow.”

“Wow what?” Stolas raised an eyebrow- something he actually had now, which was odd in itself. (The loss of his second set of eyes was a tad more disorienting than he’d imagined it would be, now that he had the time to focus on it.) Currently, they were settled in the branches of a sturdy tree outside of a rather average-looking home, and Blitz whistled as he lowered the binoculars that Stolas had conjured up.

“I thought this might take a try or two, but that bitch is really going at it. The client wanted to make sure her girlfriend was banging somebody else before we took her out, and she’s fucking bigtime. In the client’s bed too, he said hers was the one with the red sheets.”

“Not to put a damper on things, but if your client is in Hell, then being with someone else now wouldn’t necessarily mean she’s cheating, would it?”

Blitz shrugged. “She said it was some dude with a mohawk she suspected, and right now, she’s sucking that dude’s dick. Anything other than that isn’t our problem. Normally we don’t even check up on shit like that, but she said that they’d probably be banging any time we showed up because she lives off mommy’s money, so they’ve got nothing to do but fuck themselves stupid. Goals, honestly.”

Stolas shifted around in the tree, running his fingers over one of the leaves growing from the branch. “I suppose. Do you need to… see anything else?”

Blitz handed him the binoculars. “Nah. Humans are kinda ugly, I’m not getting much out of watching them pork. We can go, we’ll come back and take her out tomorrow.”

“That sounds good,” Stolas said. Blitz easily shimmied down the trunk and hit the grass, but it took Stolas a bit longer to swing his legs over and lower himself down- these legs felt so awkward when it came to doing anything other than walking, and he felt rather like he’d been compressed down from the top like clay, proportions all wrong. The fact that Blitz had already somewhat adjusted to the temporary way of being, well enough to do simple acts of athleticism… it was more than impressive. Stolas’s little shoes scrabbled against the bark before falling the last foot or so, arms pinwheeling as he stumbled before stabilizing himself. Blitz couldn’t help a little snicker.

“Remind me to never take you on a peepnight.”

“...What is a peepnight?”

“Something you’re never going to see, didn’t you just hear me?” Blitz stuffed his hands in his pockets, sauntering over past the mailbox and onto the sidewalk, and Stolas hurried over to catch up to him. “So, that’s over with. Do you want to… I dunno, go get coffee or something? I don’t know if human coffee sucks. Hell coffee is a half and half chance.”

“Mmm, you know, I’m not sure?” Stolas tapped his chin. “I don’t have any human money on me, though.”

“Ah, rummaging around in the dumpster behind some place that has coffee it is, then.”

“...Blitz. No.”

“What? They throw out the fancy bread and shit all the time, and some people don’t finish their-”

Stolas groaned, and it made Blitz snicker.

“You’re a real priss for someone who loves eating my sweaty ass as much as you do.”

“Those things are very different!” Stolas protested, but he couldn’t help a little laugh of his own as Blitz nudged him. The Sin-created crystal sparkled in the sunlight, and he could see a hint of gold underneath the white teeth with canines edged sharper than any normal human’s.

“We’ll figure something out.”

That ‘something’ ended up being ‘sit next to a small pond with ducks after wandering around for twenty minutes’, as small cute animals won out over dumpster diving. Blitz tried throwing handfuls of grass at them, but they just ignored him, so he huffed and crossed his arms.

“Geez, Earth birds are bitchy as Hell ones.”

“Excuse me?” Stolas huffed, playing annoyed. It was what Blitz was clearly aiming for from the way the pupils had darted to him for a second.

“Present company excused.” Blitz paused, before a grin quirked at the side of his lips. “Except for that one time last week-”

“I was in the middle of getting ready!” Stolas shot back, a laugh layered into the way his voice pitched in the peaks of ‘middle’ and ‘ready’. One of the ducks quacked at a baby before nudging it towards the water, and Blitz’s shoulders slumped a little as he settled back with a contented sigh, watching the ripples make their way outwards in the water before fading into nothingness.

Stolas was on the side with the scar. He could see the way Blitz’s skin seemed a bit stiffer as his mouth shifted when looking at the ducklings- whether that was a fact of life back in Hell or just in this disguised form, he didn’t know. He was starting to realize that he didn’t know a lot of things.

A human with bright neon clothing passed by them with a particularly yappy little dog on a leash, and they did a double-take as they spotted Blitz. At that, Blitz bared his teeth, and the human let out a little yelp before slapping a hand over their mouth and trying to walk away as quickly as possible without looking like they were running, as if Blitz was infected somehow.

“Really,” Stolas huffed. “How rude.”

“You practically pissed yourself, you have no room to talk.”

“I did not! I was just… startled,” Stolas said, rubbing his arm before sighing. The fabric felt too loose and too tight all at once, the body not quite fitting right now that he had nothing to do but be aware of it, and the guilt weighing heavy as a neutron star didn’t help. “I shouldn’t have been, though. I’m sorry that I never asked before.”

Blitz blinked up at him before waving a hand. “Eh, it’s not like I go around advertising it to everybody. ‘Come see the freak with the foot-long cock and the 35 percent burn coverage, half off Thursdays if you promise to suck him off’.”

“As much as I admire your length, is there… anything I can do to help when we get back home?”

At that, Blitz stiffened slightly before forcing himself to relax as he raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Stolas shrugged. “Are there any… lotions, say, that help with stiffness, or places I should be careful of when we’re intimate that I haven’t already noticed?”

Blitz seemed taken aback by that. “Uh, there’s this one cream that used to help but they jacked the price way the fuck up. I wouldn’t mind a bottle of that, if you’re offering.”

“Consider it done.” Stolas leaned forward, one hand hovering in the air as if to cup the cheek, and time seemed frozen with only the gentle sway of the wind on the dark hair before him until Blitz shifted ever-so-slightly to the side, and Stolas closed the gap to let Blitz’s face rest against Stolas’s palm. His thumb rubbed over the textured skin, memorizing the way that it looked and felt, especially as he caught the slight hitch on Blitz’s chest when he didn’t pull away immediately as the scars could no longer be ignored. Didn’t shy from them, from the proof of Blitz’s strength and will to survive.

“You’re an incredible man, Blitz.”

“Mmm.” It wasn’t a word, but it didn’t need to be. Stolas could feel the warmth of blood below his hand, the pale off-white skin of his own a contrast to the rich brown. Even the fainter color of the scar was something he could see adding to a painting to capture a moment in nature, reminiscent of driftwood. Soft, warm breath huffed out against his wrist, and Blitz looked up at him with too-white eyes before a slight muted purr slipped into the air around them, the imp Stolas loved slipping through and melding with the hardy body resting against his hand.

Perhaps it wasn’t the story that Stolas had imagined, but as he shifted closer and felt Blitz relax against his touch while he kept himself steady, he was determined to find a way to share the pen so they could write themselves a happy ending.

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

Few controversial issues I would like to bring up:

Loo Loo Land:

I'd say he WAS, but once Blitz entered the picture his lust for him made him fall off the rails. Now he's at the point where he invites Blitz to Loo Loo Land to flirt with him despite him coming up with this trip to make Octavia happy - the same Octavia who feels that the whole affair is tearing her home apart.

It is CLEARLY stated, factually, in Stolas’s bio that he had unknowingly — the similar to treating Blitz like a plaything later on — pushed his daughter away, due to flirting with his monthly ONS (one night stand). And yet the minute Stolas realised his mistake he dropped the act of NEEDING a bodyguard and leaves LLL with Octavia in his arms acknowledging that she WAS too old for the theme park.

👏🏻 HE 👏🏻 ACKNOWLEDGED 👏🏻 IT! And y’all — no one in particular just getting way too excited now, ignore the block letters lol 😂) — are saying Stolas is a muthafuckin bad parent for not realising this? The mistake he had now realised he made?

Okay, so he was also a little uncomfortable with Octavia’s passion for taxidermy, dead stuffed animals, but at least he supports her of it regardless (THAT is a definition of 'good dad' okay, yeah, Stolas won’t always get it right, I mean what parent knows everything?

But it doesn’t mean Stolas doesn’t CARE about Octavia. Not like Stella, from what I’ve seen canonically, between 2x01 (child neglect) and 2x02 — I’ll discuss that later furthermore — which wasn’t shown anything positive, like the latter had, or negative at the thought of her daughter nicking her father’s grimoire and going to the human world

(Most likely if it had been brought up Stella would’ve verbally abused Stolas rather than lecturing their daughter who actually needed it)

Also, for the fact that try as he might Stolas never really had a paternalistic role model. Since his own father — King Paimon — was either too busy for him or would forget his childrens' name etc

I’d be lying if I said I really wanted the case, ideally, where Stolas invited Blitz to come to Loo Loo Land for them a hang out — but NOT on a father/daughter day that was majority of the problem — or perhaps to get some paternal advice from him on HOW to act like a proper dad or even wanted to slowly introduce his daughter to the guy he was sleeping with (still not a great idea but you do you boo 😂) and his potential partner once he had divorced Stella

But that didn’t happen which I’m kinda of disappointed about because that DOES correlate with why Blitz was feeling like a “plaything” — not then, because he didn’t have any feelings, but later on in 1x06 onwards — and it also had increased Octavia’s abandonment issues / separation anxiety

So it really didn’t gain any favours from anyone, besides Stolas, because he could hang out with the two people he loves the most in the same place.

Reference:

Seeing Stars (2x02):

After Octavia runs off, Stolas COMPLETELY FORGETS ABOUT HER once he and Blitz are alone and he simps for his acting

In my opinion, I feel like 👏🏻 Stolas 👏🏻 did 👏🏻 not 👏🏻 forget 👏🏻 about 👏🏻 Octavia 👏🏻(Hell! She was his main priority — not as a “precautionary heir” but as his muthafuckin DAUGHTER — to the point of NOT calling Blitz “Blitzy". In fact the former spent MORE time worrying about her safety in the human world

Okay, yes, Stolas did flirt with Blitz ONCE to help him through stage fright — who was hyperventilating and looked to be on the verge of a panic attack) — and had reassured him:

“Blitz, if your performance on stage is half as good as it is in bed, you'll leave them…. breathless.” Stolas subsiding Blitz’s fears, whilst making his interests clear

I don’t particularly call this “simping” it was ONE MINUTE (not even that) of it, as opposed to S1 where that was definitely over the top “simping” entirely because Stolas, factually, had put Blitz on a pedestal above everyone else (yes, even, briefly, his own daughter), but to be fair, he didn’t know how to flirt in a more, what we call, “appropriate” way, because it’s not like he had any experience with his sexuality because he was thrown into marriage from the get-go so, of course, he had gotten so excited that Blitz — his crush since they were kids — came back into his life, but, also was partially worried about him leaving again, so it was almost a codependency thing

But! We are NOT talking a talking about his “season personality” back to the topic at hand; (S2) Stolas certainly wasn’t going to just leave Blitz there filled with anxiety. Okay, yes, after the latter was sure he gotten through to him and hurriedly pushed him into the room, affectionately called him “darling”, and wished him luck.

* But what I’m saying is at least Stolas 👏🏻 isn’t 👏🏻 MEAN 👏🏻 or 👏🏻 SELFISH 👏🏻 about the whole thing because it’s not in his nature (unless it comes to Stella lol; a guy can ONLY be patient and kind for so long)

While Octavia is alone and lost on Earth.

(Part 1)

That wasn’t the case though, so, in my opinion, statement is inaccurate. Okay, yes, Octavia WAS alone and lost to begin with alone — that’s the whole storyline of this episode — but like every falling action to almost resolution — Loona, eventually, tracked her down and gave her sisterly talk about their dads

“Sometimes... sometimes it's not as simple as that. This kind of shit gets messy, and everybody's got issues, especially dads. And sometimes they fuck up -- well, all the time. But, that doesn't mean they don't care." Loona to Octavia talking about their dads

&

"Looking for you. I mean... try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but... he's trying. That's more important than you think." Loona talking about Stolas.

(If Stolas’s first priority was HONESTLY Blitz as y’all claim… why would the former turn the human world upside down just to find Octavia? To me if he was prioritising he’d say “I could care less what happened to my daughter. She can look after herself, as long as I’m with you it’s fine” but he didn’t because that would most likely come from S1 undeveloped version of Stolas

(Okay I was exaggerating maybe not even S1 would he say that. That’s more of a Stella comment but y’all get what I’m saying…)

Point is… there’s a HUGE character development between S1 and S2 Stolas, the latter, is TRYING to do the right thing and get HIS life sorted, the way he wants it by; Divorcing Stella. To respect Blitz — calling him by his preferred name — and hopes to become his partner, later in life, once everything is resolved between them.

I think what really bugs me is that people just remember negatively — especially if they’re anti-Stolas, which just makes it “easier” for them to hate him — that he’s snobbish, sexually deprived, cringey, and just really no better than the Goetia family — like the Stella’s and Paimon’s of this world — and their indifference towards commoners

I feel like everyone is just remembering the pilot — the WORST version of himself — rather that the one that is actually currently being progressive and doing his absolute BEST to have the fulfil his life that he wants and actually deserves, despite having an abusive (ex) wife — who stomped it every time Stolas got a chance to be happy — AND to deal with his feelings for Blitz, who had rejected him, because of his ongoing issues

— She also could've been kidnapped by D.H.O.R.K.S for all anyone knew

(Part 2)

As for the D.H.O.R.K.S thing? You’re right. That COULD have happened, yet it didn’t, so I’m not entirely sure where that came from. I WOULD have been be very surprised if Viv brought them back, since they hadn’t been seen since 1x06. And yet, I feel like, if she had gone down that path…

A. That would have been pointless because she hasn’t brought the agents back since S1; inconsistency in my opinion, since they were painted as “important” villains of the story or at least that’s what I got

B. I think that would have been more exciting rather than “oh no my dad is busy so I’ll just run away AGAIN!” which is something I feel like is a repeat of Loo Loo Land and the upcoming 2x12 episode

Now that I honestly think about…

It’s most likely that Stolas WAS vaguely referring to the D.H.O.R.K.S agents — when he voiced how worried he was about Octavia being in danger to Blitz — or it was just in general, which is more understandable as both his daughter and his ONLY precautionary heir.

“Blitz, we don't have time for this. Via could be anywhere. She COULD be in danger.” Stolas to Blitz worried for Octavia’s safety in the human world

Truth Seekers (1x06):

Stolas and Blitz’s relationship is based on Stockholm syndrome (and it’s practically the same as Valentino and Angel’s or at least has the same ambience of it)

Stolitz being “Stockholm Syndrome” relationship

1. That would actually require Stolas (NOT the agents who had) to have physically, as himself, kidnap Blitz and get him to fall in love because of the manipulative attention and sweet nothings that is being given

And before y’all @me no “darling” DOES NOT count because that’s just an English thing regardless for friends, family, or lovers

As or the “Stolas gives the grimoire to Blitz in order for him to continue his business” thing sounds awfully more like a prostitution thing rather than Stockholm

(Which someone has oh-so kindly made me realise that “prostitution” CAN lead to Stockholm syndrome 🤦🏼‍♀️)

I genuinely think that Blitz DOES want love from Stolas — as stated by Moxxie when he said that he craved intimacy yet fears it — but he’s not allowing HIMSELF to even though Stolas had given him all the signals of “I want you to” but struggles with communication and understanding that some people might actually love him (friends & family)

I think he’s also scared he’s going to let Stolas down or hurt (a little late for that I know) him the same as Verosika etc and subconsciously doesn’t want want to do that, so, instead, he puts him at an arms length for “protection” on both their parts and lashes out so he can become “unlovable” because it’s the only way he knows from being in a dysfunctional family)

Especially for the FACT that Blitz knew he let Verosika down with their relationship and you can definitely, maybe, see it in his eyes during his trip when she comes up to him saying that he treated her like shit and what a horrible boyfriend he had been etc (no matter how much I loathe her I’m not gonna diss the logic of this)

Also at the beginning of his Blitz’s drug trip we can see that Verosika, Fizzarolli and Striker were were all in the dark spot, most likely representing toxicity and negativity

+ Moxxie (who was half between dark and light)

BUT Stolas was in the light… which most likely represented a healthy relationship and positivity

If he was REALLY that bad (as bad as Valentino) WHY wasn’t Stolas in the darkness with everyone else?

(2) Angel Dust & Valentino VS Stolas & Blitz:

Stolitz’s relationship and “ambience” is NOTHING like Valentino and Angel’s for one Stolas is NOT a rapist and he does NOT force himself onto Blitz whenever he wants to. I don’t care what y’all say about 2x01 that was completely CONSENSUAL but Stolas’s shyness was apparently mistaken for “I don’t want to do this”, so, of course, it came off as being SA’d

* If that was the case I’m pretty ��� sure that if Stolitz, respectively, had sexually assaulted one another, both would be dead (well if Blitz has Angel-tipped bullets that is 😂)

The ONLY thing that is similar each other is the fact that a trippy version of Stolas — not the REAL one who’s way too affectionate to do that sort of thing; unless he had been put in a dominant (🥵) role — had pulled Blitz towards him, the same way Valentino had done to Angel Dust

👏🏻 THAT 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 IT!

Interpretation:

Reality:

Not to mention there were two different facial expressions on their faces:

Hallucinogenic Stolas’s was sympathetic (if not a little mocking — and, so out of character, if it was the real one — when asking “are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?” but that was only because it was from Blitz’s interpretation of how he views him currently, thinking he viewed him nothing more than a “plaything” so, of course, he thought it was condescending), patient, and loving (three of them POSITIVE and one of them was negative, which wasn’t even all that bad because it was internal on the sufferer’s part

Which makes sense why Blitz accused Stolas — the real one — of treating him like it was anything more wanting to FUCK him (even though that was the kinda the deal)

Now, I understand that — as Loona said — “we all have our own issues”. Well, Blitz has them all the time because he was grown up with dysfunction from the get go and was probably told (and most likely shown) that he was unlovable as a child by his dad and that he’d always be a “fuck-up” and would damage other heathy relationships whether it’s friends, family, or even poetlovers.

Whilst Valentino’s intentions was to be sick, cruel, and that he didn’t CARE if he had hurt Angel verbally, sexually or physically

Stockholm syndrome? Yeah, right. Prostitution is more like it, which isn’t AS bad (in fact that’s the probably the LEAST thing you can do in Hell at least they — Stolitz — can and will be together. But not if it’s Stockholm. Period.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers: Hatchlings, Family & ShockMay (2023)

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[Note: The Two Drawings Aren't Really Mature (even if the word a** is censored, this is Not For Kids.....also, Please Don't Reblog This Without My Permission, plus I plan to use the drawing on the bottom as a Cover for one of the chapters of one of the stories I'm writing, which I might have it be a cover for that Spinelluva Boss AU I'm writing, which is like a Multi-Crossover but it still a TFA and Steven Universe Crossover...Please Make Sure To Click On The Top Drawing, To Read It Better.]

Credit for Hazformers AU goes to Blitzy-Blitzwing

Credit for Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

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I don't know how to feel about the new update to the whole "Photo" thing, well things seem the same but at the same time it is different.

I had just found out about it, the whole green draft saved keeps popping up for some reason, I guess that is one of it's updates...?

if by chance the top drawing is hard to see, I mean what the characters are saying is hard to read, please make sure to click on it to get a better look at it.

at first I wanted Blitzwing to just be holding a cute animal to be his pet, which he still is because he is holding Buzzsaw, who in this drawing instead of having two eyes like when they were alive, they instead have four eyes and still has the Decepticon Symbol on their forehead.

Blitzwing having Buzzsaw as a pet, even if originally they had belong to Soundwave, just sounds interesting to me, even if it might not happen in the story, I'm okay with just the thought of it.

same with the whole Shockwave x Sallie May, you can't really see Shockwave's face, and yeah it does reference a scene in one of the episodes of Helluva Boss....I love that scene because it is kind of funny, so Sallie saying that Shockwave's butt is hers, is a reference to that episode where Millie says that Moxxie's a** is hers.

also the reason why that drawing says that Crymini is Husk's Adoptive Daughter, has to do with some info I read about Crymini and Husk, that their relationship is like a Father & Daughter one...

so in Fanon, if Blitzwing and Husk got married....that would give Crymini Two Dads. sure it wouldn't be canon, but that is why the Fanon exists.

also the humans that I'm going to call Ivan, Marissa and Marcus aka "Marc" aren't really characters I made up, because they had appeared in the episode where Sari got her Allspark-Key from the Allspark.

I know this might sound far fetched and crazy, but I think those three are her biological human family, because we don't see Isaac at all in those flashes between Sari and the Allspark...

so logically this could mean that Isaac isn't Sari's biological father at all, and well he did only wear gloves and the hatchling protoform self of Sari might of got more DNA from him if he wasn't wearing the gloves....

so the man that is shown during the flashes between the Allspark and Sari, which is like a conversation between them...

I'm gonna view as Isaac's younger brother, and who along with his now ex-wife Marissa Faireborn (I'm going to view that red hair woman from that episode, as the Marissa Faireborn of TFA.) had found Isaac out cold and when they saw the liquid metal body that was to become Sari, and they both weren't wearing gloves and they both ended up touching the hatchling at the same time...

this ends up shocking them and having them go out cold, and when all three of them came to, there was now a human baby girl in the place of the hatchling.

I'm going to view this as a Fan Headcanon, this would also mean that Isaac isn't Sari's biological father, but she is still biologically related to him thanks to the half of her human DNA, it is just that he is her bio

her CNA comes from Megatron, who had went through the mitosis (possibly thanks to the Allspark...) when he was in that stasis coma.

Sari was not the same type of Protoform as the ones that look like Mannequin, Sari's protoform self was a Hatchling and was a Newborn, because her hatchling self was just born in that same lab that Megatron's head was being kept, the flash of light was possibly one of the signs that the hatchling was just born.

seriously, Megatron is WAY overdue for that Hatchling Shower.

in the drawing that has the two types of protoforms, the forged type and the mitosis type....

the baby hatchling is seen in a type of blue sac that is suppose to be like the type from the live-action movie series of Transformers.

it is Egg shaped and is suppose to be filled with Energon, and we know that thanks to the movie it shows it as well as the info that is written about it in one of the Transformers Wikia Sites.

the Energon Filled Sac, which could be like a Egg...

it should never be breached or broken before it is time for the hatchling to come out, otherwise it will end up having the Hatchling lose their life and their spark extinguished.

it is possible if Sari when she was a hatchling, if he hadn't been found on time, she would of had her own spark end up extinguish.

so her becoming half organic, may have saved her life and spark.

also I like the idea of Shattered Glass Sari being called "Shari" and end up living in the same universe as Sari and becoming like the sister of Sari.

those two are technically counterparts but at the same time they are technically half-sisters, and if it does turn out that Isaac Sumdac is only Sari's Adoptive Father and also her Biological Uncle (thanks to the organic half of her DNA...) the same could be said for the Isaac from the TFA Shattered Glass Universe, and there is another reason why Shari had attacked SG-Isaac when she was just a Hatchling/Baby...

it could turn out he had did something terrible to the SG-Versions of Sari's Human Parents, like even if Shari might not remember them, she could of formed a type of bond with SG-Marissa and even the moment SG-Marissa held Shari in her arms, she knew that she was her daughter and her and SG-Ivan Sumdac, were ready to welcome Shari into their family and didn't care that she wasn't originally human.

but the tender moment between them was ruined thanks to SG-Isaac, who ends up harming SG-Ivan and SG-Marissa to the point they ended up pretty close to death's door and barely holding out.

this ends up provoking Shari (back then just Sari) and she attack SG-Isaac for harming SG-Ivan & SG-Marissa.

unlike Sari, Shari might know the truth that both versions of Isaac aren't their biological fathers and are actually their bio-uncles.

Shari might of also figured out that while Megatron is Sari's Bio-Sire, and she got her CNA from him thanks to him going through the mitosis stage...

but Shari wasn't born from SG-Megatron, and was born from SG-Optimus Prime, this means that Sari and Shari aren't 100% counterparts of each other, and are technically half-sisters from two different universes, and if it was possible, Shari could start over and live in the same universe as Sari.

like picture the Good Cinnamon Roll Optimus trying to stop Shari from misbehaving and she accidentally calls him "Dad" which would technically be true....because he is the good counterpart of SG-Optimus, who is Shari's Bio-Sire.

I know that the Man, Woman and Kid that appeared in that episode where Sari gets her Key, don't really have names but it isn't like it would be the first time nameless characters from a show or movie or video game series, were named by Fans...

so I'm calling them Ivan Sumdac, Marissa Faireborn and Marc Sumdac.

Marc Sumdac could turn out to be Sari's Older Brother, and the flashes that are shown between the conversation between the Allspark and Sari, are not just having to do with the DNA that was given to Sari when she was turned half-human, but also memories.

the horse appearing in those flash images, could be memories.

and I know that it isn't possible and this would be like a hypothetical theory, but if the Allspark were to end up in the Hell in Hazformers, and if Blitzwing got too close to it, and if it is during the stage where he would of went through the mitosis...

it could end up causing him to go through the mitosis...

if anyone is gonna touch that hatchling and have it scan a ethereal photon DNA, it's gonna be Husk. XD

plus it could turn out the Allspark, could end up causing Sinners to no longer be sterile and end up being able to have offspring with each other or with Hellborns.

that shouldn't make Lucifer happy, though it would serve him right, seeing as the overpopulation is his fault sense his big macho pride of a ego refuses to have half of the Sinners move to the other rings and let them travel between them.

well he can't be the worse number one Dad, even if he might not get his words might hurt Charlie at times...

but if I had to pick who is worse at Daddying, behind Moxxie and Stolas's Fathers...

I would pick Cain's Bio-Dad & Step-Dad....even if Adam has matured, he could of still tried to do better in parenting both Cain and Abel, to which Cain wouldn't became worse and end up having his emotional and spiritual depression get way worse and to a dangerous level, if he had stop Abel from those so called offerings, I can't be the only one who has finally figured out how messed up and wrong that is.

at least in some form of Modern Ritual, if animals are used, they aren't used in the same sense to which Abel had used them, but instead it is shared between everyone in a type of meal and is cooked properly, plus I guess besides hunting, the meat could be store bought but would still need to be cooked.

Adam should of did a better job with Abel, as well as Cain...

both Cain and Abel are still at fault, and it is possible that Abel's Ego didn't let him see that his brother was in spiritual and emotional pain and it was reaching a very dangerous breaking point.

and well besides Adam not being the best at Daddying...

but I guess he could of still had his moments where he was a Good Dad....but even that doesn't excuse on how Cain and Abel were brought up...

so yeah, if Archangel Samael is Cain's Bio-Dad, he probably ain't very good at it, which even if Charlie's Dad has his moments where he isn't a perfect Dad, he can't be any worse than some Dads....

like some who don't even freaking bother to visit and be a bit more part of your life, and only ends up visiting only once....everyone can have different types of Daddy or Mommy or Renny Issues.

and might be wondering if their other parent loved them as much as they loved the kids they had spend the most time with and got to see more of, but ya know some parents who never get to see their biological children, could have better excuses than most...

like when your older sibling's spouse cheats and got custody of their kid, even though at least Stolas's reasons for cheating even at first it was on accident and because of his feelings for Blitz...

it wasn't like how despite being in a loving marriage, a certain woman had to throw that all away and had to cheat...

and besides THAT woman that I'm thinking of...

I wouldn't be surprised that if in Helluva Boss, Satan's Other Name, which is Samael, is brought up or if it isn't then I guess I and a few others fans can call him that at times and even by the nickname Sammy. (if Asmodeus can be nicknamed Ozzie, then he can be nicknamed Sammy....even if it isn't canon and is mostly fanon where he is being called Sammy.)

his real life counterpart isn't the boss of me though...even if it does turn out that when he was still just Samael he had ended up being Cain's Bio-Dad, which in theory it could have to do with the ethereal photons becoming matter physical and transforming into a type of organic, or some other explaining how it happen....

but yeah even if Cain is my Ancestor (and well so is Seth.) his possible bio-dad, which is Samael, still ain't the boss of me.

*Plays RWBY Song: This Will Be The Day*

Satan is mentioned in the episode that Bee appears in, which once again she seems like a awesome character and it might be possible that it is only the Embodiment Queens that have more sense than the Embodiment Kings.

Satan isn't the boss of this "Twilight Princess", even if I am a Defective Earth Angel...but I wouldn't be me if I wasn't and I guess being not 100% like other Earth Angels is okay, even if it might have it's down side.

and the whole being descendant of a few royal families, and being a Earth Angel, ended up making me figure out the whole "Earth Angel Princess" thing, which not really a official title thing, but still kinda interesting.....don't have the official title Princess either, but it's fine.

I still rather go by "purple blood" instead of "blue blood" and yeah I am still kind of procrastinating in taking that home blood type test thing again, and yeah the last two successes did have two of them show up as O RH D Negative...I just don't feel like trying to do the home blood type test right away, even if I have to use my left hand to take it because we figured out it works better that way.

it is also best that I keep my eyes closed half of the time, so I don't end up feeling that not so great feeling....but maybe I will still end up feeling it, but hopefully I wont very much this time.

I will still get help taking that home blood type test, I am just not in any rush to try it again anytime soon...I will try to make time to get it done eventually.

and anyway, if Blitzwing did get a pet, he could see it as a way of him becoming a "Daddy" and it be interesting if Buzzy imprint on Blitzwing and refuses to go back to Soundwave.

and I guess the update isn't too bad, I guess I just need to get use to it even if it is slightly different from the other one...

I guess I'm not 100% sure how to feel about it but I'm getting use to it and seeing it as not so bad and seems to be okay.

anyway I hope some like these two drawings, as well as the ship of ShockMay, even if it might not really become a thing, but I was deciding between it either being Shockwave or Swindle that is being carried over Sallie's Shoulder, so I had decided to pick Shockwave.

anyway I do have a TFA theory that I'm going to post next....

and it having to do with Sentinel.

so once again, hope some like these two drawings and Blitzwing spending time with Crymini and Buzzy.

as well as calling SG-Sari by the name Shari, and calling the three humans that showed up in the episode where Sari got her Allspark-Key, by the names Ivan, Marissa and Marc and the idea that they might actually be Sari's Family, and Isaac Sumdac could still be her adoptive father, but also her biological uncle thanks to the human half of her DNA.

and I guess one of the good thing about the update (which once again didn't find out until like just now on July 5, 2023...)

is that it has the option where it has "For Everyone" and even shows the Mature Options, well even if this isn't really all that mature...even if the word that Sallie is using is censored...cause I censored it on purpose...I know I had the thought about something like that before, which could be a great help and well the thought of it had a bit more into it, but still had those little switch things on it.

like it would ask about the maturity of it, and well...I guess the new update is pretty close to the thought I had.

I'm surprised that they had done it, and I guess for now this can be in the "For Everyone" (all but kids, as I'm keeping the tag "not for kids" for this because even though I did censor it by placing the "*" in there, I'm still gonna have this be "not for kids" and "mature audience only" even if the rest of the drawing and other drawing isn't mature.) but if I decide to edit this to have it be changed to the Mature, I will.

PS:

I may have accidentally erased some stuff in this that I had originally was writing before I posted this, and didn't realize that possibility until it was too late and sometime after I had posted it...cause I'm pretty sure I had wrote some other stuff before giving my thoughts about the new update....well, hope some of you still like the two drawings.

[cabezadeperro]

Hi! For the prompts, can I ask for Alpha-17/Cody with 4?

hi blitzy! the song was the waltz of monsters, by yann tiersen.

canon compliant, set right after the second battle of geonosis. established relationship, T.

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He finds Cody in one of the private training rooms. The door’s closed but not locked, and Cody’s sitting on the ground crosslegged, back very straight and feet bare. He’s facing the window, shoulders loose and head tilted, and when Seventeen steps inside Cody barely flicks his eyes at him in the reflection before looking forward again. Seventeen scowls and says nothing. He limps towards one of the benches and drops there, stretching out his bad leg and massaging the thigh. He feels naked in just his blacks, but it’s very late and he’s tired and after three weeks living in it he wants nothing to do with his shell. 

He showered in Cody’s fresher, went to bed in Cody’s cot. He half-expected Cody to be there when he woke up, but he was alone, and it had been hours, so he did the inevitable: Seventeen sacrificed his hard-won hours of sleep to track Kot’ika down.

He looks—fine. Tired but whole. The cut on his forehead is mostly healed. Seventeen watches him and waits him out, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wall. He closes his eyes and listens to the hum of the ship, to the buzzing of the sublight engines. The ship is on orbit around Geonosis, and they come alive in short bursts. 

It’s been a while since the last time Seventeen was on a Venator. Can’t say he missed it.

He doesn’t hear Cody coming. Seventeen opens his eyes and stares him down: Cody stares back, face blank, eyes flat. He’s smiling. 

“Sir.” 

Seventeen raises his eyebrows at him. When it doesn’t work he rolls his eyes and sits up on the bench.

“You’re too old for this,” he tells Cody. Cody blinks. The mask shifts but doesn’t break.

“Sir?”

Cody outranks him. Has outranked him for a while. He’s good at it, at the whole officer thing. Better than Seventeen ever was. Seventeen is so proud of him sometimes he thinks he’s going to die of it.

Seventeen scowls at him impatiently, and Cody’s mask finally cracks in two, first slowly and then all at once. He exhales and looks away and then he sits down on the bench at Seventeen’s side, bare arm flush against Seventeen’s. 

His hair is soft. Seventeen tangles his fingers in Cody’s curls and tugs lightly: Cody hisses and shifts until he can lean against Seventeen like he used to when he was eight. 

He’s still looking at the planet through the window.

“I wonder what all this is for,” he tells the air. He sounds exhausted. 

Seventeen sighs. “Don’t,” he reminds him. Don’t think about it. Keep your questions to yourself. Do your job and they will leave you alone. Cody scoffs softly.

Seventeen has survived Geonosis twice. He closes his eyes and buries his nose in Cody’s hair. 

[themothsnest]

Before you hit "Read More" read this!

This fic contains humanformers, janky ass writing, mentions of human experimentation, trauma, a character who canonically has split personalities & (according to Ao3) a risk of death from fluff after the angsty portion!

This fic was also written over three years ago when I was 15/16 and I relied HEAVILY on google translate and fanmade content from that time period so if anything's inaccurate, I dont have excuses.

If you've read that, feel free to hit "Read More" then you can bully 2020 Moth!

Stürmische Erinnerungen

Thunder. Some people for some reason enjoy it. Most people don’t.

The storm currently flaring to life above the Automaton Capital, Detroit, had caused several trees to fall and electrical faults to occur but nothing could compare to the thunder’s effect on a couple stuck in a small wooden shack just outside of Detroit in the woods.

The duo were Bumblebee, a short, Filipino male wearing a white tee and black jeans covered by a yellow jacket with bees embroidered on the shoulders as well as a pair of yellow trainers, and Blitzwing, a tall, german male wearing black timberland boots, cargo pants, a purple turtleneck and a beige fluffy coat along with a pair of glasses with red tinted lenses.

Bumblebee didn’t mind the loud claps of thunder all that much. They reminded him of the chaos of his misfit family back in Detroit and the crashing from Optimus falling on his way to the basement due to hitting his head against the low ceiling on the stairs then slamming into the nearest crate.

Blitzwing on the other hand was freaking out and going through all of his split personalities’ personas because of the fear caused by memories of the storm that hit while he was being used as a test subject and the pounding headaches after the experiment failed and left him with nasty scars as well as three personalities.

“Blitzy, please try to calm down before you give yourself another headache...”

“Lass uns in Ruhe, Dämonen!”

The smaller male flinched at the sudden yell from his partner when he briefly paused on his Hothead persona. The taller of the two was twitching like mad and holding his head in his hands between each boom from the heavens and muttering in German with shaky breathing only to freeze and yell in fright after particularly loud thunder then repeating the process.

When the thunder backed off and he saw Blitzwing’s condition, Bee immediately started to slowly move towards him with his hands up as he stepped into Blitzwing’s peripheral vision. Bee immediately froze when his partner’s head whipped up and almost knocked the glasses off of his face while the reddish-brown eyes had tears ready to fall from the pure fear he felt. Blitzwing looked around frantically until he saw Bee and looked towards the yellow clad Filipino with a shaky exhale as his Hummel carefully held his wrists and helped him to his feet with a fair bit of effort since the boot wearing male was a fair bit heavier than he was.

“You’re okay, babe.”

Bee’s reassuring tone did a bit to soothe the absolutely terrified German but it didn’t entirely soothe him. Blitzwing was trembling as he got a better grip on the Filipino to pull himself up.

“Ve really don’t like zis, Hummel…”

The strongly accented and usually strong voice was disrupted by trembling and quieter than the dominant Icy persona ever could be.

B O O M!

Had Blitzwing been perfectly calm, he would have denied his scream being three pitches higher than his Random persona’s voice. Not the case now though. Blitzwing all but slammed his body down to the ground and yanking Bumblebee with him due to still being held by his small partner. The coat had been partly removed due to the sudden movements as broken sobs emitted from the taller of the two and it was clear that it would be hard for them to stop now that the storm had returned with a fuckin’ powerful vengance.

Pain... Pure, throbbing pain...

The medical equipment hooked up to his body...

His first look at the scars left behind...

The thunderous pounding of the headaches everyday...

The crying soon turned into full blown screaming wails as horrible memories launched their attack and they only got worse as each drum of thunder sounded. Bumblebee hugged the distressed male’s upper body as he rubbed soothing shapes and words on his neck and back.

Forced into the experiment and thrown away when it failed to produce the perfect soldier...

Forcefully changed into an insane human being just to see if they could create a warrior...

Thrown aside when all the experiment did was destroy his mental state...

Thrown away when he became a freak...

Forced through Hell only to find someone that loved him even if he is broken…

Loved him for all of him...

“Blitzy, you’re safe… you’re with me… they can't hurt you anymore…”

The soft words and gentle movements pulled him from his mind and he realised he had hunched over Bumblebee with his head buried in the thin neck and his arms clutching his Hummel close to him as his crying slowly became small sniffles in the comforting embrace.

The storm had finally passed when Blitzwing was dragged past his shattered memories and stopped only briefly at the memories of Bee loving him even if he was unstable and very easily stressed out while the Filipino was more relaxed. Once he was aware of the fact, he eased his grip and plopped his head against Bee’s chest. He got a soft grunt in response to that action and started chuckling quietly as his partner carefully poked his ribs in revenge.

“Perhaps we should just stay at the house next time.”

“Zat vould be smart, Hummel. Less noise reaches ze hellhole jou call jour room.”

Both of them started laughing when they remembered just how messy Bee’s room was and at the mental imagery of Optimus losing his shit because they had promised to tidy up just over a week ago before deciding not to. At least they had some time to just cuddle in a small, wooden shack out in the woods away from the rest of Detroit.

“Love ya, Blitzbrain.”

“I love you too, Hummel.”

Words couldn’t describe the peace that the broken German and his Filipino bee felt as they sat comfortably holding each other.

“But seriously cleaning jour room is ze priority tonight.”

Well, it was a peace until Blitz got a gentle hit on the head...

[ladedanixie]

Blitz's Timeline Part 2.

Link to the first post here.

Now onto the rest of the timeline.

9. Purple Hourglass = Blitz makes the O in his name silent.

This is canon, but its position on the timeline is not. My only evidence for its placement is the fact that Verosika calls him by his old name. This seems to be common for those who knew him before (Though the majority of those people also hated him. Verosika. Fizzarolli.)

People he met after the name change accept it and call him Blitz. For example, all of I.M.P and their clients. Even Striker. (Yes he calls him Blitzy to mock him, but I'm sure if he knew Blitz before the name change and knew his feelings on his old name, he'd call him Blitzo too. Just to antagonize him.) The only person who expressed any confusion was Stolas, but that wasn't out of malice. And he quickly accepted after some clarification from Blitz.

Also unrelated to my reasoning, I'd like to say that Blitz did this in preparation for I.M.P. since his old name was as Stolas said, "a clown name." Blitz wanted a name fit for an assassin, and maybe he wanted to distance himself from his show business days as that was an ever present reminder of the circus, the accident, what he lost, and of his failures. I have no canon evidence for that, just my own speculation.

10. Gray Crescent Moon = Blitz adopts Loona.

Canon. Evidence for this is shown in the pictures on his phone in Ozzie's and further supported by the flashback in Seeing Stars. He more than likely set out to adopt with plans to start I.M.P. as he was looking for someone "family friendly."

11. Blue Diamond = Blitz starts I.M.P, but he starts with hits in Hell.

Canon. In Exes and Ohs, Blitz is speaking with Crimson on the phone. During said conversation, Crim wants to hire Blitz for some business in hell to which Blitz responds, "Uh, you want us killing someone in Hell. Cause I gotta tell ya. That ain't exactly our business no more."

12. Orange Star = Blitz Meets Millie. (She's Loona's Babysitter?)

Now, having outlined my evidence for number 11, I will say that I am not married to this point's placement on the timeline. In fact, points 12 and 13 might have taken place before 11. As Blitz use the words "us" and "our," which do imply that I.M.P. did not start without M&M and Loona. That also implies that the shift to Earth based kills has been a more recent development as M&M have been married for a year (Ozzie's) and Exes and Ohs imply that Blitz is the reason that Moxxie and Millie met.

13. Green Triangle = Blitz and Moxxie meet (Blitz gets thrown in prison first.)

Canon. Exes and Ohs does cement at least two things. Well, it implies one and cements the other. Millie was Loona's babysitter, which is how she met Blitz. And Blitz is who 1. Got Moxxie out of jail and away from his dad. and 2. Gave Moxxie a job and introduced him to Mille. Moreover, it could be said that the founding of I.M.P was quite swift. Though we have no way of knowing if its been in operation for only little over a year. If we base it on M&M's marriage, I.M.P should be just as old. Which, would mean those two got married right away, or there's more time in there we are still not privy to.

14. One Blue Heart = Blitz steals the Book from Stolas.

Canon. As seen in The Circus.

Welp. That's it, we are at the end of my timeline. If you stuck around this far, thanks for reading my ramblings. I appreciate it. Anyway, have a nice day everyone.

[adhdgwen]

i have a lot of thoughts about the recent episode in regards to stolitz so... here I go.

Stolas referring to Blitzo as his plaything

In Episode 2 of helluva boss, during Stolitz's song the lyrics state:

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think love was fun

It's canon that Stolas has never been in love before. His relationship with Stella even before meeting Blitzo never showed any spark of warmth, something he tries to explain to Octavia during the Looloo land episode.

Blitzo is different. This is the first time Stolas has had any of these feelings, and he goes about it in the way he thinks it should be. Fun, Bold. He doesn't realize he is quite frankly crossing A Lot of lines because he's also stupidly naive.

This is how he thinks Love works. Is he right? No, he's not. And for the relationship to get anywhere at all, he needs to reconceptualise his approach and understanding of love.

Blitzo's hallucination

Let's talk about the chains (Rihanna's S&M start playing)

What do these chains mean in relation to and about Blitzo? It obviously ties into his feelings and conceptualization of love. This whole thing is narrated with:

"Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?"

"You can't fathom proper intimacy but also crave it."

So I think of these scene in two parts: The Power Imbalance, and what it says about Blitzo's Feelings for and about Stolas.

The Power Imbalance:

The Power Imbalance is clearly shown through the whole chains and throne concept. But it's also shown in the more stark difference in the way Blitzo perceives himself and Stolas.

Blitzo dirties the golden staircase simply by going near/towards it

On the other hand, Stolas's feathers alone bring gold to all he touches, specifically cleansing the dirt Blitzo brings about by his mere presence.

So yeah the Power Imbalance is shown mostly in how Blitzo sees the difference between himself and Stolas.

But how does this connect to their relationship? I should note (kinda important), that most of the power Stolas holds directly is given to him by Blitzo.

He doesn't take anything from Blitzo, he just sits there and Blitzo crawls to him. This is completely different from everyone else Blitzo is shown loving. They drag him around, and he's always scared and scrambling away

Stolas though? Stolas he crawls towards. Even when the chain appears round his neck, he still doesn't run away from Stolas.

(Side note about the canon power imbalance in his relationship with Stolas: Their relationship is a transactional one that Blitzo can end any time he wants simply by returning the book he stole. He isn't supposed to have the book, Stolas and him are both in danger by the sheer fact that he does have the book. While class-wise, the power imbalance is a whole lot more complicated (I won't be going into class politics bc the hallucination wasn't really about that), the book is the major and only thing Stolas has over him in their relationship. The only thing he is seen wielding as something close to a manipulative tactic. But the book, at the end of it all is something Blitzo can return whenever he chooses.)

Blitzo's feelings about Stolas:

Does Blitzo love Stolas? hmmm *hand does that wavy sign* I'm not sure Blitzo fully understands himself how he feels about Stolas.

He does crave Stolas though. His feelings and relationship with Stolas are mostly symbolized by the heart imagery

the chain goes around his neck and Blitzo is finally fully clean, he's no longer blurring around the edges, and the broken heart on his face gets fixed.

Except.... the heart doesn't really look like a heart, does it? It's twisted and not quite right. Meant to symbolize how his relationship with Stolas isn't quite completely right.

Again with Moxxie's "You can't fathom proper intimacy, but you crave it." which in the end is shown as true. Blitzo, like Stolas doesn't seem to have an idea what love or an actual relationship would look like.

He wants Stolas, He craves Stolas, but he doesn't know how or what to do about these feelings.

In Conclusion

They are trying to love each other, in the way they understand what love looks like. But the issue is, they don't really understand love at all. And they haven't really had good role models or experiences with romantic relationships.

Their relationship at this point is... yeah, very unhealthy. But it has promise that it can get better if they acknowledge their misconceptions and actually fucking communicate.

[chaifootsteps]

Okay so, a while ago when Exes and Oohs dropped, I conjured up a dark as hell "Arranged Marriage" Stolitz AU, and then forgot to share it with you. So here it is!

(It's less of an "arranged marriage" AU, and more of a "holy fucking shit this is so fucked up" kinda thing. Content warning for... all of the stuff a darker arranged marriage AU usually implies.)

In this AU, Paimon acts quite similar to Crimson, though in this case the roles of Stolas and Blitz align with Chaz and Moxxie respectively. Basically, Paimon finds out about Stolas's tryst with Blitz. No shit, because he was being completely obvious about it. It's not like Stella blabbed or anything-- Stolas was just so upfront about it without any fear of repercussions, that pretty soon the whole Are Goetia knew. And this, obviously, is pretty bad for them. Not only does it make Paimon look bad for raising an Imp-fucker (and, in their eyes, having ENCOURAGED it since he was the one that got them together originally), but it also makes the whole Ars Goetia look weak as a whole.

Paimon needed to find a way to fix this, and fast. Even if Stolas was still under the command of the Ars Goetia, he can't exactly get Stolas to just-- not fuck an Imp. So killing Blitz is out of the question, as that's just kicking the can down the road. Allowing Stolas to be so obvious about it any further risked the reputation of the Ars Goetia as a whole, so the solution was simple, in his mind. A solution that would keep Stolas from being stupidly open about the relationship, but also keep Stolas from going to another Imp.

Without much fanfare, Paimon kidnapped Blitz.

It was so, so simple. Imps were practically the lowest on the food chain. They already had servants, hell, Goetia's already had pet Imps. Cute little things they could carry around in a purse. So what did it matter if one was a little bigger? So what did it matter if this one had a business? Paimon was killing three birds with one stone; he was keeping Stolas from making a fuss, he was keeping Stolas from going to another Imp, and best of all, he was securing the safety of Stolas's Grimoire.

The arrangement was simple. Blitz would live locked away in Stolas's palace, and act as a glorified pet. He could not leave-- that would bring them too much attention. Stella was already practically living with Andre at the time, so they didn't need to worry about her pitching a fit over it. After all, Octavia was already born-- no harm in just letting Stolas have his little plaything all to himself. And, to be honest, I could even see canon Stolas being happy with his arrangement. And wouldn't, in his eyes, Blitz be happy too? He no longer needed to fight for scraps. He no longer needed to risk his life. Now he could live, pampered and loved, as Stolas's little plaything, wrapped in his golden chains.

(Man, that got dark. Uhhh, let me think of a happy ending real quick! Striker notices Blitz is missing and, with M&M's help, rescues Blitz and decapitates Stolas. Better? No? Okay sorry)

This is excruciating and so painfully plausible it's chilling. You just know that Stolas would absolutely be happy with this arrangement, that he'd call Blitzy "darling" and paw his face without his consent and tell him how perfect their lives are going to be now that they can be together all the time. Anyhow it's safer here, and change is just what we're used to, and if Blitzo got too loud about wanting to leave, Stolas would probably be the first to remind him that Blitzo was the one who broke in to steal his grimoire, so really, Blitzo put that chain around his own neck...

This feels exactly like pilot and Murder Family Stolas's logical, terrifying conclusion and I hate that we didn't get that. If I didn't have a thousand things to do, I'd write a fic about it myself.

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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.

[pastelpaperplanes]

We all know blitzy is/was a cannibal, but was he one per Triple-changer? Was it a habit he got after becoming one? Did he learn it from his trinemates? Daunter looks like he’d teach him to.

AHH no seeker blitzwing wasn’t !! Oof sometimes I forget Blitzwing canonically is 😭😭

no he did not learn that from his trinemates!! Sorrie was more than willing to mess with her victims on the field, slice and dice em if she had the time but NO no one was eating frame bits!! Siphoning fuel from the fresh fallen tho, that was definitely smth he learned from his trinemates. Fuel shortages were desperate times

Daunter had been known to take out a few mecha with his claws and teeth alone, but no, no one was eating anyone!!!

I guess it’s smth that he picked up after the TC changes, he wasn’t correctly all there after the fact PLUS millenia of war calls for new battle tactics! I guess taking a big bite out of his opponent’s was the way to go???😅😅

not rly sure how to explain that behavior nor would I ever excuse it! But wow, I mean Blitzwing sure is known to be unpredictable as he is and then when RANDOM takes the controls oh my jfc everybody run

[hazbincalifornia]

Uncertain Truth

Summary: Stolas offers Blitzo the chance to take complete control. He uses it to muse on things.

Warnings: Consensual use of hypnosis, doesn’t go further than kissing. 

Rating: T/M, no further than we’ve seen in canon basically.

Wordcount: 2000

Ao3 link

Likes, replies/comments, and reblogs are all appreciated, both here and on ao3!

It was a pocket watch.

An incredibly expensive-looking pocket watch, with intricate engravings around the golden trim that Blitzo had to squint to even see properly, but still, it was a pocket watch. The note with loopy lettering that had come with it was infuriatingly sparce on context.

The watch is enchanted. Tell me what you want from me, Blitzy.

“How about you tell me first?” Blitzo groaned to himself, rubbing the links of the chain between his thumb and forefinger. Normally it was easy to tell what Stolas wanted with the full moon roleplays- a solid part to slip into, complete with costume, or just a good, rough fucking. He would almost be tempted to go at the thing with a screwdriver if the only one he had wasn’t half the size of the watch itself. The only hint he could find was a small swirl on the back that made his head swim if he looked at it for too long, and that mostly just told him that, true to the letter, somebody had fucked with this thing. Helpful.

Stolas was normally about as subtle as a brick wall, so the vagueness was as puzzling as it was annoying- was he missing something? Blitzo let the watch dangle from its chain, swaying from side to side as the second hand ticked away. Back and forth, back and forth, baaaaaack and- he shook himself out of a yawn. Weird. He’d had as much coffee as normal, what… oh.

Oooooooh.

Blitzo studied it with new interest, curling the end of the chain around his fingers as a grin spread across his face.

This could be fun.

__________

“You're getting veeeeeery sleeeeeeepy.”

They were settled on the ocean of blankets and pillows that Stolas called a bed, adorned in a loose, open bathrobe and a pair of black pants respectively. Stolas was sitting with his legs folded, all four eyes focused intently on the swaying pocket watch. Blitzo had taken a cursory glance on Voogle for information in hypnosis, but he hadn’t gleaned much that pop culture hadn’t told him anyway, although he had found a hot magican’s video that he was saving for the chance to recreate the costume the next time they needed a disguise. (Or to jerk off to later, whatever came first. He did have a cute assistant too.)

“Mmm…” Stolas nodded as the watch swayed in front of his face, the movement getting slower with each swing. The sites had also said that the hypnotee had to be willing or it wouldn’t work, so it wasn’t some kind of miracle brainwasher, but considering it had nearly worked on him earlier… well, whatever, Stolas had given it to him to use on him, so obviously he was into this. No need to dwell on the ethics of it, although he might ask if he could try it out on a target once, just to see if he could get them to cluck like a chicken for shits and giggles.

“Still with me?”

“Yes… but…” Stolas’s hand drifted up and over his mouth, patting it as he yawned. “Sleepy…”

“That’s it, just fall into the abyss, listen to my voice… nothing else matters, just me.”

“Just you,” Stolas echoed, eyes fluttering before they drooped shut. “Just you.”

“Yeah, just me, you got it. A+, see me after class so you can suck me off for being such a good boy,” Blitzo said, continuing to let the watch dangle until Stolas’s eyes were fully closed, the glow fading. “Now, keep listening to my voice. As soon as I snap my fingers, you’ll do whatever I want, got it?”

“Got it,” Stolas murmured.

“Do you trust me?”

“Always,” Stolas replied, and Blitzo paused for a moment. The response had been instantaneous. Geez, this thing must be potent. The thought that Stolas hadn’t been fully under its thrall yet was immediately squashed down as he cleared his throat.

“Okay, good. Now, when we’re done, I’ll say ‘moonlight’ and click my tongue and you’ll just pull right back out like nothing happened, feeling all restful and cleansed or whatever the fuck people normally get out of this. You got that?”

“Got it,” Stolas said, head lolling on his neck, and Blitzo snapped his fingers. Stolas’s eyes fluttered, red spilling slightly from under his eyelids, but they didn’t open.

“Look at me,” Blitzo said, and Stolas’s face lifted, a soft smile adorning it. “Now, what do I do with you?” It was only now that he realized he probably… should have asked Stolas what he wanted out of this. Well, fuck. Pulling out and asking now would be kind of embarrassing. Oh well, it’d be fine as long as he didn’t do anything super wild or out of the realm of what had happened before- he didn’t want to get tossed out on his ass as soon as the guy woke up. He patted at his lap. “Come over here.”

Stolas fell forward, crawling the small space that separated them before resting one palm on Blitzo’s thigh. He waggled his butt as he did it, almost like a cat, and Blitzo grinned- that was always a good sight.

“So you know how to do what you’re told. Head down.” He patted at his lap again, and this time Stolas scooted back slightly to rest his cheek on the same thigh he’d touched. “Good bird.” Stolas gave a pleased coo at that, one which only increased in volume as Blitzo stroked a hand through his head feathers. “You showered before this, huh? Wanted to be all squeaky-clean to get your brain turned off for a while?”

“Yes,” Stolas said, voice all loose and pleased like it usually was after he get fucked stupid. There was a sort of casual comfort to it, a trust that had Blitzo’s fingers twitch as they petted through the pliant feathers, even though now there was an edge of airy emptiness to the word, a reminder of the prince’s drifting headspace.

“Soooo… can you remember any of this shit when you wake up out of dreamland?”

“I remember what you want me to remember,” Stolas replied breezily. “Would you like me to?”

“Hmm… nah. Yeah? Nah.” He scratched at his chin. “Er, can I make you remember specific stuff? I don’t want you seeing all this rambly bullshit, it’s not what you probably wanted outta this, I shoulda made a script or something…”

“Mmm.” Stolas didn’t give an actual reply to that, nuzzling his cheek against Blitzo’s leg again. Blitzo spent a good minute or two simply petting at the owl- cuddling usually happened when they were both too tired for anything else, and they were usually in some manner of sticky mess by then. Just getting to touch him when he was cozy and clean and willing… it was nice, nice on his fingers and nice as Stolas was in no hurry to get to anything else. True, Blitzo usually set the pace, but Stolas was always eager to milk every minute they had and so wantonly desperate for more there wasn’t much chance to slow down, so a moment of peace where he didn’t feel the ticking clock dangling like an acrobat on swing, rope about to snap… it was nice.

After he’d gotten his fill, he cleared his throat. “Alright, you can get off me now.” Stolas lifted up obediently, settled on his knees with his palms resting on his thighs as he waited for his next instruction. Blitzo maneuvered himself up to his own knees, head tilted. Seeing Stolas entirely still but for his breathing… it was eerie. “I want to see how good you kiss when you’re like this.” Immediately, Stolas cupped the back of Blitzo’s head, mouth lolling open slightly as he pulled him up against his face. Here was familiar territory- even under the watch’s spell, this was normal, this was what he was used to. Stolas’s tongue didn’t magically drain of its familiar texture, and his beak shifted slightly to the side to accommodate for Blitzo’s mouth so they didn’t clank on either keratin or teeth. Blitzo’s tail curled happily against his back, and a brief rumble rolled through his chest, a half-realized purr that hummed in his blood before he pulled back.

“So you’ll do anything like this, huh?”

“Anything,” Stolas echoed. They’d done plenty of anythings before, but the soft, contented smile that stuck to his beak like a mask had something turn over in Blitzo’s chest. Stolas looked… free. Free of worries, free of stress, free of thoughts that crept on the edge of consciousness and had to be smothered with lust or violence or booze or a thick black marker. Free of anything except whatever Blitzo was going to tell him to do, of having to keep up tenuous control that could snap at any moment.

Fuck, wouldn’t that be nice, sometimes. Lucky bastard.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Blitzo murmured, tracing his fingers alongside the owl’s cheek right where the faceplate met feathers, and Stolas leaned into the touch, ever so slightly. The candles were flickering low and they created a gorgeous glow, filtering through the minuscule spaces between the feather vanes as if he was producing his own light. Stolas didn’t move as Blitzo pulled back, didn’t whine for more or beg to get plowed again, simply… existed. Existed and watched with that gentle smile as Blitzo took him in, as if there was nowhere else in the universe that he would rather be. It was and wasn't him at the same time, a perfect facsimile. Whatever Blitzo wanted him to be.

Blitzo’s fingers curled into fists, and he swallowed down saliva in his suddenly dry throat. “So you won’t remember this.”

“I will only remember what you tell me to remember.”

“Okay. Okay.” He tilted his head. Stolas followed, empty imitation of an inquiry behind eyes that were currently somewhere in la-la land. It was close enough. It was probably the closest he would ever get.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you,” came the immediate reply, as easily as if Stolas had said it a thousand times. Had thought it a thousand times. 

“With my name this time.”

“I love you, Blitz.” Just as easily. No nickname. No darling, no Blitzy, no sexy little imp. Just him. There was a dreamy echo in it despite how easily it spilled from his beak, everything scooped out, just another instruction. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, heart curling in on itself with the enormity of everything, at hearing those words only because he’d asked for them.

Why did they make him feel like he was bleeding out from the inside anyway?

Suddenly, the idea of making a puppet version of Stolas give him a blowjob wasn’t nearly as appealing of an idea as it had been a mere hour prior, and he sucked in a deep breath before clicking his tongue. “Don’t remember any of this. Moonlight.”

Stolas blinked, shaking his head, and consciousness returned to his eyes. He patted himself down, then looked at the clock. “Hmm? I assumed I would wake later, is everything alright?”

Blitzo shrugged. “Eh, I realized you’re not nearly as fun when you’re a zombie- it’s more fun to get you to do what I want when you’ve got some spirit about it.”

Stolas scooped the watch up, setting it carefully on the dresser. “Ah, well, they can’t all be winners. The night is still young, after all.”

The hours after that progressed as the full moons before them had, but when Stolas was snoring against him and holding him close, Blitzo swore he heard ‘love you’ mumbled past Stolas’s beak.

He curled against the feathery chest before murmuring it back, hopes for this to be anything more than a lingering side effect washed away by the certainty in his bones that he could never deserve anything that wonderful, even as Stolas's fingers tightened against his back and refused to let go.