#blitz. is . gonna. REACT

[blitzbuckz]

Would you sleep with Lucifer

「𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 _」 || prompts. / @themosthatedbeingg / accepting.

【𐂃】 ❝ WHHAAAAAAAAAT ???! ❞

That's the King of Hell. The head honcho. This imp's ass couldn't hold a fucking candle to him. Lucifer alone already illuminates this pathetic existence of a Hell hole. Especially, granting a lower demon like him his time.

What more could he possible ask of him ? Plus he'll probably taint their reputation it's better not to follow through with his sappy feelings

[angelshizuka]

The way they reacted in this scene makes SO MUCH sense.

Blitz was raised in an envirement where you have to fight (both verbally and physically) to surive. So, his first instinct is to lash out aggresively and is ready to get the same aggression/energy lashed back at him.

But Stolas was raised to be quiet and "just take it" to be a "proper prince". So, he doesn't fight back, he just shuts down. He struggles getting even two more sentences out before finally deciding to just end it and kick Blitz out.

They're both wrong, but for understanble reasons, and that's what makes it good writing (just bad communication). God, these two are such good, complex, layered, well rounded/thought out characters, I'm gonna throw up!!

[incorrectfizzarozzie]

Fizz: *Laying face down on the floor* Blitz: So your sugar daddy said he loved you? Fizz, muffled: Yeah Blitz: ...and you asked him to marry you? Fizz: Yeah Blitz: Oh shit. How did he react? Fizz: Dunno, I ran before I could scare him even more *Meanwhile* Ozzie, striding into the Manor: Luci! Holy shit I'm gonna get married!

[warblogs17282]

(She is a cleanup artist working on helluva boss btw) Gonna take a wild guess at what this could possibly mean, she has recently told us that it's gonna be an upbeat one, so 'Gonna lose their shit' tells us that a lot of the fandom is gonna be reacting strongly in some form to it, and that has me thinking that it's gonna involve a really popular pairing/character. We had an I.M.P mission last short, so I'm doubtful on Blitz but considering how short 1 had Millie and Sallie May, I can't entirely get rid of the possibility of a Blitz focused one. Maybe a Blitz and Loona short? We know that Fizzarolli is also quite a popular character, so maybe some Blitz and Fizz content? They've so far been shown to easily bring that funny energy to the show.

The only other theories I have on what could appear that's popular at the moment is something to do with Stolas (if it's Stolas please it be him just like, doing botany or some shit) or maybe a Fizzmodeus short, because I know that ship is quite popular and wholesome as well.

There's no one else I can really think of that would make the fandom lose their shit like she is describing, what are your predictions?

[hazbinshusk]

25 with blitz

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

prompt #25: a kiss that's an accident.

“Okay, this is too wholesome for my liking…”

You stand with your hands braced on your knees as you catch your breath and Blitzø stands beside you, leaning against you with his elbow against your back. You raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder, and he smirks down at you as though nothing at all had just gone wrong. He opens his mouth to continue, but you straighten as you feel a group approach yours. You turn to see the succubi standing on the sand, an incredibly irritated Verosika Mayday at the forefront.

“Blitzo.”

“Oh, perfect!” Your boss rolls his eyes as he turns to face them too, holding out his hands mockingly. Despite his attempt to be jokingly light, his tone still bites with sarcasm. “That must be the whores!”

Verosika’s expression remains stony.

“That was handled rather…” she smiles coldly. “Obviously. Don’t you think?”

Millie holds up a flask you recognize and says dryly, “I don’t think this belongs to any of us.”

She tosses the flask to the popstar, who catches it and drops it into the hands of another succubus without taking her glower off of all of you.

“Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant fish monster in the human world,” Millie continues, and Moxxie bursts into drunken laughter.

“Oh, Satan! You’re gonna be so… fucked!”

You can’t help but smirk in amusement at Moxxie’s giggling, sharing a sidelong look with Blitzø. He winks at you cockily, smiling back, and you swear Verosika’s scowl deepens as she watches the exchange.

“Yeah, well… you four nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises!”

You open your mouth to retaliate, but Moxxie takes a step forward and promptly faceplants into the sand. Pushing himself up onto his hands, he slurs, “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!”

“You know…” you draw the words out in faux-thoughtfulness, fishing the other imp out of the sand. You push him gently towards Millie, who takes him from you with an almost sickeningly sweet look of adoration. Blitzø props his elbow on your shoulder, and Verosika’s eyes narrow dangerously. Hell, she’s practically growling at the two of you. You keep your tone casual, watching Verosika out of the corner of your eye. Part of you wonders what exactly you in particular have done to raise her ire so much. “…I’m sure there’s some way we could help each other out here…”

Blitzø blinks unevenly before he catches your meaning, a sharp, wily grin spreading over his face.

“Yeah…” he draws out the word in a way that makes his ex-girlfriend grind her teeth together. “We could keep this little B-movie scene on the downlow if you agree to let us use that parking space…?”

He holds out a hand for her to shake, still smiling. You have to hold back a laugh.

Verosika doesn’t take his hand, her eyes pointed above you all as she finally grinds out, “…Fine.”

“WE FUCKIN’ WOOOON!” Blitzø cheers boisterously, cackling in triumph. He turns to the rest of you, grinning, and your eyes widen as he grabs hold of your face and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hard and abrupt and you don’t have the chance to react to it before he pulls away and his eyes are wide too, apparently just as surprised by what he’d done as you were. Still, his tail waves behind him happily, and you feel your face flush deeply.

Blitzø clears his throat, spinning on his heel to taunt. “In your face, bitch!”

You’re left blinking away your shock, and Millie is staring at you, too, a wild grin on her face. You catch Verosika’s eye and your blush deepens, but she doesn’t look angry anymore.

There’s something more like… pity marring her features.

“Come on,” she spares you one more glance as she scoffs, waving her posse away. “Let’s get out of here. TEX!”

Millie elbows you as she hefts Moxxie onto her shoulder, and you exhale, opening the portal the way Loona had shown you. Blitzø catches your eye, and he grimaces awkwardly despite the victory still burning in his eyes.

“That was, uh… some hot shit there, tits.” he tells you, jerking both thumbs back towards the succubi. “Gave those cum-suckin’ harpies a run for their—” his eyes widen as he realizes the possible double meaning. “I mean, you did good with the—”

“Let’s just go home, Blitz,” you say, brushing hair out of your face. “You can explain whatever the fuck that was later.”

“Sounds like a… sounds good.” he nods hurriedly, and you swear you could almost see a blush of his own staining his cheeks. “Come on, Loonie Toonie! Let’s go back and park our fat fuckin’ car in our fat fuckin’ space!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[madefate]

Blitz is fully ready to hightail it the fuck outta there and deal with the pieces no matter how they'll fall - he's always had too much pride for an Imp from Greed - but it's the quickness of Stolas' reply that really stops him in his tracks. - And for a second, the reality of what he's about to do, explode and take a good thing with him - give up the book and the ticket to keeping Loona fed and housed and Moxxie and Millie employed, hits him like a truck. Or a sawed-off shotgun bullet to the arm.

Fuck - this is the problem with feelings. The problem with his feelings, in particular. He's always managed to take anything good that enters his life and ruin it with a single goddamn touch because he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. Stolas could have had him - he doesn't know, carted off or killed and fed to his giant ass plants when Blitz first robbed him. Instead, he'd given him the key to I.M.P.'s financial success and a steady hookup partner to boot.

But then Blitz actually listens to what Stolas is saying, and the foundation shifts under him again. Just a little - just enough to knock him a little off balance and stop his spiraling thoughts in their tracks.

Your safety is no laughing matter to me, Blitz.

No Blitzy - no elaborate words that he only knows half of. No flustered puffing up and putting on airs. Stolas sounds ... sincere ? In a way that Blitz is having trouble wrapping his mind around.

Gently, carefully, Blitz moves back away from the balcony doors and towards the chaise lounge, sitting next to where he'd dropped the book when he first got here. He has his jacket draped over his right arm as subtly as possible - he hadn't had a plan for concealing the injury forever. He hadn't thought he'd needed one. Blitz has already pegged Stolas as enthusiastic and weirdly forgiving, and he'd thought that would suffice in smoothing over the worst part of today.

❝ ... Oh. Uh. ❞ He looks a little contrite, glancing down for just a second before looking back up at Stolas, confusion and suspicion still written into his expression - there must be something he's missing. ❝ I'm not trying to be a dick - seriously - but, like ... why? We made it back, no worse for wear, and I'm down for tonight. That's - the part that matters. Isn't it ? ❞

When he had called Blitz to set up their arrangement, Stolas had had no idea what he was interrupting. He'd been so enraptured with his own fantasies it hadn't even occurred to him at first that Blitz was trying to cut their conversation short. In all honesty, it wasn't until the end of his tirade was met with utter silence that he realized Blitz was no longer on the other line at all. Stolas had swallowed his mortification rather well, in his own opinion, and presented a smooth façade when Blitz finally turned up for their meeting.

He had listened to the story as he prepared the room, lighting candles and doing all he could to set the mood, even as Blitz joked about the terrible ordeal he'd been through. But all Stolas heard was how terribly it had all gone, and he found nothing funny about the fact that Blitz had been injured, that he could have been killed.

And so he had spoken his mind.

But Blitz reacts, defensive, and Stolas blinks in shock. The book? When had he even mentioned—? It's as though his words are weapons lashing out towards Blitz, no matter how he tries to craft them. He sees the imp shutting him out even as he gazes upon him, holding a hand out in a placating gesture.

❝ Don't go ! ❞ he says quickly, feeling like he could just bite his tongue. ❝ That's not what I meant at all. It's just . . . ❞ his hands clench into the fabric of his trousers as he tries to find the right words. ❝ I mean, of course my grimoire is very important, and I'm glad you kept it safe, but that's not . . . ❞

Stolas sighs heavily, not quite meeting Blitz's gaze. ❝ Your safety is no laughing matter to me, Blitz. You can joke about getting shot and nearly killed, but don't expect me to find it funny. ❞

[thecat620]

Blitz and Performance Anxiety

From the latest Helluva Boss short, it seems like Blitz isn't very good at performing...certain acts when under pressure. Moxxie was able to activate the crystal by...pleasuring it since it's from Lust. Even Blitz was impressed and possibly turned on by it.

Now people are thinking he might not've been a good top if he couldn't pleasure in certain ways but I think there's more to this than what's on the surface. He isn't a selfish lover but he might be self-conscious about how he performs because if he isn't the best, he can't perform well.

I think this episode takes place after Apology Tour since he's under a lot of stress and trying to get used to the crystal being a part of his life. Stolas doesn't want to see him right now and he has a lot to figure out about himself after that talk with Verosika. His mental state isn't in the best place so he's gonna have his off moments.

But to be fair to him here, it was very cold and they were under a lot of stress from being attacked by killer penguins so he's gonna be a bit off.

And I think performance anxiety started when he was young at the circus.

Blitz was trying his hardest to make a balloon horse but the more he failed, the more flustered he got. When he made "Worm Horse", he was happy he got something and Stolas was happy from the jokes he made, giving Blitz a bit of an ego boost. But Fizz unintentionally coming in to show him up with his perfect balloon animal no doubt hit him in the ego and hurt him since his crush was getting more attention.

If he isn't perfect, I think he gives up too easily.

Also I want to point out something from the selfie he had with Verosika when they were still dating.

Notice the bags under his eyes? I think being with her was a lot more exhausting than what was let on. She even mentioned he was the "fun guy" while they were dating and that no doubt was tiring for him trying to keep that up constantly. He was mentioned as a partier but that much drinking and partying can take a lot out of a person.

Not to mention she is a Succubus so when they do the deed, that is gonna take a lot of energy out of him even with his stamina lasting a long time. If his performance isn't the best afterwards and he should've try a bit more, you can understand if he's not at peak perfection in the bedroom.

And I don't quite believe entirely her saying he was that bad in the bedroom. If things were going that well in her mind to the point where she said she loved him, I think their time in the bedroom wasn't as bad as she was claiming. When he broke up with her, I'm thinking she used a lot of the bad moments with him as ammo to try and tear him down to make herself feel better.

Plus with her personality, she might've been bossy in bed too but we'll probably learn more about that later. The reason for the break-up is 50/50 in terms of fault after all. I'm thinking when things were bad, they really were bad. They probably said and did things that hurt each other.

But I think what's really telling is how Blitz reacted when Stolas gave him the crystal.

He was desperate and begged he could do better. He didn't want to lose Stolas even if in that moment all he cared about was "the book". He was in tears and begging not to lose this since sex and killing were what he was best at or what made him feel like he mattered.

If he couldn't do those, who was he?

I think it isn't even he's not eager to do oral. In the song at the beginning of The Full Moon, he was eager to eat Stolas out so it isn't that he won't do that act but if he gets in his own head too much, he won't be able to perform that well. And he does pay attention to Stolas's preferences in bed when he's talking to the clerks in Lust, he's focused on what would make Stolas feel good. Blitz tells Fizz that Stolas isn't into beads, showing he does pay attention to him.

When you're lost in your own head and self-loathing, it can be hard to see anything else around you but Stolas has helped him get past that in some capacity. Blitz is happy to get back in the sack with Stolas and wants it to be a good night after a few months of not being in bed together. He is slowly realizing that he cares for Stolas and is on track for falling in love with him but his own traumas and self-loathing make it hard for him to realize that someone does genuinely want him for him and not just to get something out of him.

It hurt a lot but Apology Tour did give Blitz the wakeup call he needed to try and be better for himself and those around him. It's gonna be a long journey but taking that first step is a good start.

[bimobuddy]

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus TK Headcanons

I love these two so much!! If you haven't seen S2 - E6, I highly suggest you go do that right now.

These might contain spoilers, but nothing too big, I don't think

Fizzarolli

Lee:

He's a giggler!

While he usually wakes up first, on the rare days he doesn't, Ozzie will tickle him awake. Partly because he thinks the sleepy giggles are adorable, but also partly out of revenge for the air horns (it's not gonna stop Fizz from using them though)

With anyone else, he'll fight back, but with Ozzie, he enjoys it and finds it fun. He'll even go as far as to try and provoke him sometimes.

Worst spots are his sides and tail, he'll probably start flailing. If you're unfamiliar with how he reacts, it's easy for you to accidentally get swatted, but Oz knows him and knows just how to avoid the swinging limbs or wagging tail

The tip or 'blade' of his tail REALLY gets him kicking

Tummy gets him curling up and giggling, tail thumping against the floor happily

He even gets flustered and giggly when Oz starts kissing on his cheeks and forehead. Not the most ticklish place, but just enough to get him giggly and smiley

Ler:

Back when they were kids, Fizz used to go after Blitz all the time. He'd usually win most of their tickle fights

Now, his main target is Ozzie, even if he isn't able to get him most of the time, as Oz usually just turns the tables on him

With his extendable limbs, it's pretty easy for him to wrap up his victim and still get at their sides or tummy

This is usually how he gets Ozzie, the rare moments his attacks actually work

Has chased Ozzie around their room a couple times during a chaotic ler mood (Poor rooster is just such a big guy though, it's hard for him to get away)

Has only ever gotten Blitz once since they've made up, but Blitz is an assassin now and was very quick to escape and turn it back around on him

Asmodeus

Lee:

Usually isn't much of a lee, as Fizz is really the only one able to get close enough or catch him off guard

And even then, it only works if he's in the mood or if Fizz sneaks up on him

DEEP CHUCKLES DEEP LAUGH

Fizz absolutely adores his voice, especially when he laughs

He knows he could easily overpower the little imp, but why in Hell would he risk hurting his Fizzy or ruining his fun? He'd much rather sacrifice his sensitivity to Fizz to see him happy

If you get him good, he'll accidentally crow. This has only ever happened one time when Fizz snuck up on him and grabbed his hips. However it didnt last long because he IMMEDIATELY wrecked the imp afterward

Sometimes Fizz starts kissing (or even scritching under the chins of) the other two heads in Oz's fluff. It's not exactly super ticklish, but it has gotten a chuckle or two from the Prince, as it felt weird, and he'll usually gently pull Fizz away with a soft "stooop"

Worst spot is his hips

Ler:

oh boy

This man can be absolutely ruthless

It's easy for him to scoop Fizz up in one hand and tickle him with the other

If he's feeling evil, he'll go after Fizz's tail and hips

But he's also such a sweetheart though, the SECOND he hears Fizz so much as even start the word 'stop,' he stops. He'd feel so bad if he overwhelmed his little clown

When they're alone, he'll start peppering Fizz's face with little kisses, while his other two heads do the same to his neck (in a sfw way) and it gets him super flustered and giggly

Big fan of teases. He'll go for the cliché 'tickle tickle tickle,' and stuff, but he'll also make kissy noises, make that clawing hand motion right over Fizz's tummy, or make him ask for it. ("I don't understand what you want, Fizzy, you're going to have to ask")

He's got feathers, he's basically a demonic chicken man. Sometimes he molts (sheds) his feathers too. (see where I'm going with this?)

When he loses his feathers, all he's gotta say is, "You know, Fizzy, it's molting season," and the imp is either immediately running away or hopping up into his lap for the gentle tickles.

Just like Fizz, he gets chaotic Ler moods too. He can and WILL chase or hunt down his partner, which is sometimes a challenge. Yes, he might be bigger, but Fizz is also very good at outmaneuvering him

But jokes on Fizz, this just makes the attack worse when Ozzie finally catches him

On mornings when they don't have to work, when Fizz goes to get up and out of bed, Ozzie will just hold him close to his chest, not letting him up, and give morning tickles

[itsmarsss]

How do you think blitz would react if he broke into a co-worker's house (like he did in the pilot episode, purring and all) and their reaction was just the most sleepy "kitty.." he's ever heard then they just hug his head to their chest so now he's stuck there?

Their ass went right back to sleep too.

pretty kitty

So maybe Blitzø broke into your apartment complex by picking the lock. Maybe Blitzø broke into your apartment by climbing the side of the building and opening a window. Maybe he broke into your room by… well that one was easy, no one locks their bedroom door when they live on their own.

And so what if he did? He did this to M&M aaaalll the time. Moxxie was a whiny bitch about it but Millie didn’t seem too pissed, though she had asked him to maybe give it a rest for a few days. And he was bored as shit, who could blame him?

Now he’d never listen to Moxxie’s complains, but Millie had asked him very nicely, and he’d been dying to see what the place was like anyways.

Before going into the bedroom, he took a look around the rest of the place. It was simple, but cozy enough. You had an actually nice couch, you were running low on the eggs and the milk in the fridge and you had a board with notes, reminders and various pictures of yourself with different members of I.M.P. pinned on it. He had to fight the urge to go and scribble his face out of them the way he did in his own place.

He wandered into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet. Naturally. Eh, nothing much except a real fancy shampoo he remembered Loona mentioning to you once.

How uninteresting.

Finally, he cracked open the bedroom door, which creaked, making him stop and stare intently at you to make sure you didn’t wake up before intended. When you continued your steady breathing, eyes still closed, he tiptoed towards the bed. Oh this was gonna be hilarious. He climbed over you, getting his face as close to yours as possible, trying to see how long he could stare until you stirred awake.

It took a long five minutes before your eyes fluttered open, to be met with his widened one’s right at your face. But he didn’t get the intended response. He didn’t startle you into screaming, which seemed like the most fun outcome. You didn’t even scold him or complain, which were the least fun ones but still could be entertaining enough. No, you tilted your head to side, as if questioning for a split second what he was doing there, before smiling softly in contempt and pulling him to lie down over your body.

“What are you-“

“Pretty kitty. Sleep with me.” You sounded half-asleep, still.

“That’s not what I-“

“Shhhh. Shut up.” You tightened your embrace around him, trapping him against you. Well, not trapping. He easily could break out of your hold if he wanted to. “Now sleep.”

He didn’t want to.

[sleepymrshmllow]

I see too many people punch down on blitz while expressing love for stolas :( like some people don't even try to understand why blitz acts the way he does in the context of his relationship with stolas and it irks me

like we as the audience can see that stolas is very genuine about his romantic feelings for blitz at this point, but despite the effort stolas puts in it doesn't just erase his behavior in their relationship initially (plus yknow the power imbalance that very clearly affects the way blitz sees their relationship). calling blitz an imp in condescending ways ("my impish little plaything" "imps like yourself", etc). there being a heavy focus on sex in their relationship (+ intimacy between the two of them being solely transactional for a lot of their relationship), heavy flirting when its clearly unwanted.. (I love stolas and this isn't meant to be slander, just observations and its okay to acknowledge his negative traits/actions)

I feel like you don't need to be Einstein to gather that all those little comments and factors are going to affect the way blitz feels about stolas/himself, or reacts to when stolas gives him genuine affection (which is deny deny deny that its even real bc up until this point.. how could it not be bullshit like everything else?)

add in the fact that blitz is starting to harbor very real feelings for stolas and that is obviously going to be so fucking scary for someone in his situation. also blitz's abysmal self worth on top of it all is probably gonna make it hard for him to accept that someone like stolas could really genuinely care for him.

tl;dr people beg for mental illness representation and when you don't get the idealized version (ie stolas) you resort to demonizing? this happened with pearl from su as well lol sometimes traumatized or hurt people lash out/isolate/push people away and no one is saying it's healthy or good, but its a very real experience that I wish ppl had more sympathy for.

[inbabylontheywept]

An Honorary Troll

Breaker paused a moment, taking in the sight of the mage in front of him. The robes, the beard, the aloof expression - those were all typical.

The staff was not.

“You cast with that?” he asked, half impressed.

The mage swung the thing off his shoulders overhand and planted its blade into the dirt. It was the first truly threatening staff Breaker had ever seen. The blade on its end was almost as long as the haft itself, counterbalanced at the end by a polished lump of amber larger than a goose's egg. The damn thing looked more like a polearm than a casting aid.

Breaker waited a few moments to see if the human was going to respond to his question. He didn’t. Part of him, the proud part, was happy to finally be taken seriously. The smart part of him suspected he was going to miss the advantage of being underestimated.

Breaker unslung his massive warhammer from his shoulders, its half-slowed fall still weighty enough to be felt through the mages thick work boots, loud enough to be felt in both of their chests.

Then he blitzed the length of the bridge.

The mage’s eyes widened, his wizened hands beginning to twitch out a ward. Breaker knew there wasn’t time. The gap was too short. He was already beginning his overhead swing of the hammer, half falling, the full power of his speed, strength, and weight poured into one crushing blow. He knew that the secret to hitting a mage was giving them everything you had, as hard as possible, as fast as possible, as close as possible. The more time they had to think and react, the more dangerous they’d become, and the more time he had needed to chase and smash, the more tired he’d get. Thank the Gods this was gonna work. Extended fights were-

The wizard grinned.

A spell went off. Not a ward. Simpler. A small jet of flame shot out of the amber orb, rotating the blade to vertical in a fraction of a second. The wizard half relaxed as he planted the staff in the gravel, looking forward like a huntsman versus a charging boar.

Breaker knew he couldn’t slow down. He couldn’t dodge. The one mercy he could see was that the tip was aimed at his chest, not his gut. He’d rather choke on blood than rot from the inside. He closed his eyes before impact, not wanting to see the blade sink into him.

It didn’t.

He heard the crunch of gravel give way to the crunch of his nose as the mage threw a haymaker into his sidestep, staff moved helpfully to the side. He was half glad for the blow because it helped him get his center of balance back under him again. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get a blow in with the hammer again, it needed too much time to build momentum, but he still turned to face the wizard, every instinct insisting that he couldn’t take his eyes off the little man for more than a moment.

He turned out to be right. If he’d turned his head half as fast he wouldn’t have had enough time to dodge the cudgel end of the staff, swung like a bat at the back of his skull. If he hadn’t been outmaneuvered at every step of this fight, he’d have assumed that swinging from the direction his bad eye was on was just luck. The fact that he knew it was intentional implied that his opponent had a level of martial expertise that even most knights lacked.

With no space to use the hammer, he used the next best weapon in his arsenal: His body. His leg snapped out hard, his massive height letting him connect the blow easily with the old man’s chest. He felt something give, and watched with some small satisfaction as the human went bouncing down the bridge’s center path

Well, he didn’t need an invitation.

He couldn’t move quite as the fast as he’d launched the mage away, but it was a close thing. The pause gave him time to get the momentum he needed to swing the hammer. He felt like an ox behind a cart, the weight behind building into something unblockable, undodgeable, un-

Unbelievable.

The little man ended his tumble on all fours, splayed like a tree frog. The hammer was already bearing down on him, too late in the swing for Breaker to change course, even as he watched the final twitch that signaled a ward was cast. The hammer slammed into the mages hunched back harmlessly, the force of the blow charging the ward like a magical battery. The maniacal grin the little man had worn ever since that first blitz widened half a step further, silver molars on full display, and then-

He flew. Rather than directing the force into some sort of attack, rather than buying himself time and space, the two classical friends of all mages, the little bastard directed all of his stored up energy downwards. The blast launched him up, bringing him from all fours at shin height to eye level in a fraction of a second. He probably would’ve headed up another six or seven feet if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of Breaker’s left horn. His upward momentum swung him full circle around it, his journey ending abruptly as he drove the armored soles of both of his decidedly un-wizardly boots into the back of Breaker’s skull.

If Breaker had been an ogre, or a nightkin, or even a giant, he’d have been out cold. But Breaker was a full-blooded troll, and the horns on his head weren’t just for ornamentation. If he charged a brick wall there was a coin flips chance he’d be the winner. The boots never stood a chance.

The wizard managed to get two more vicious, if slightly panicked kicks in before Breaker’s fists managed to catch up. They grabbed him by the collar of his coarse green robe and yanked him forward, over his shoulder. The old man looked slightly sheepish, dangling from the inhumanely large hands of his opponent.

Breaker cut to the chase.

“You could’ve killed me on the first charge.”

The mage nodded. There wasn’t a whole lot else he could do. His robes were caught so tightly in the troll’s grasp that they acted like a straitjacket.

“Why didn’t you?”

The wizard went for earnestness. He’d been told it was his saving grace.

“You did not deserve death. This is your bridge. I just could not afford the toll.”

The robe tightened further as the troll’s fist clenched.

“Do you wish that you killed me when you had the chance?”

The wizard snorted.

“Murder you, for the price of a goat? No. If I could make a wish, I’d wish I could swim.”

The troll let go with one fist, its thumb trailing back to its mouth. A large, sharp tooth clamped down on the meaty pad of the digit, drawing a thick bead of green blood. The wizard’s confusion blossomed into disgust as the ichor was smeared from his forehead to his chin.

“The fuck-”

His curse was interrupted by the troll.

“I have decided to make you kin. And my first gift to you, great kin, is to grant you your wish.”

The second fist, the one still gripping the front of the wizard’s robes, flung itself forward. The wizard barely had a moment to curse before plummeting into the water below.

Several seconds passed.

Breaker waited.

The wizard arose, sputtering, from the depths. He turned, trembling from the cold, the rage, and the sheer disbelief of what he was experiencing.

“It’s four feet deep.”

Breaker nodded.

“Yes.”

It was almost heartwarming, the way the wizard laughed as he began wading his way towards the far shore. Breaker’s hands gingerly roamed over the goose eggs growing from the back of his head, larger than his own horns had been when he’d passed the trials of manhood.

If nobody gave you headaches like kin, that little man was troll enough for a small army.

[et3rnal-dr3am3r]

so,,, if this hb episode was abt blitz and his trauma,,,,, does that mean the next one's gonna be abt stolas and his trauma? so like we get both full sides of the story and get to see why they both reacted so badly?? i mean ik realistically it's not gonna be cause it's called mastermind but also.... there's the andrealphus conflict in sinsmas. that could be set up from mastermind. so maybe we'll finally get to see what the other goetias are like and why stolas is Like That

[warblogs17282]

Saw a tweet that said something along the lines of 'If it's hinted at or mentioned that Blitz contemplated suicide at some point in his life in ghostfuckers' and now my brain is just constantly thinking back to Apology Tour and it's imagery.

and the 'Blitzo KYS' merch Wally is selling.

Fully willing to admit that I'm probably overthinking this considering why the party was thrown in the first place but I cannot shake the possibility from my head that this is subtly foreshadowing that Blitz has contemplated suicide at some point in his life, which very well could be revealed in ghostfuckers considering that's all about Blitz's past.

Really hoping I'm entirely wrong about this because idk how I'm gonna react if that ends up getting revealed.

[hazbinshusk]

day ten of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: nipple play/temperature play (blitzø x fem!reader)

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“You know what is jus’ the most… adorable fuckin’ thing about you?” Blitzø says tauntingly, smirking when your breath catches at his touch. He takes your drink out of your hand and sets both it and his glass aside before he leans into you, warm breath tickling against your jaw as he speaks in your ear. “How wet you get jus’ from how I do this.”

“You know what is jus’ the most… adorable fuckin’ thing about you?” Blitzø says tauntingly, smirking when your breath catches at his touch.

You whimper as Blitz ghosts clawed fingertips over the curve of your breasts, tracing along the edge of the cup of your bra. “Satan, I hate it when you’re self-satisfied.”

“Really?” Blitzø raises a brow, smug. “I always kinda—”

“—Get off on it?”

Blitzø snickers, hooking his fingers in the cup of your bra teasingly, enjoying the way your breathing hitches in response. “Smartass bitch.”

“Don’t call me—ah!” you gasp as he suddenly pinches your nipple, hard, jerking up under his touch. Blitzø snickers, bringing his mouth to yours and kissing you. You can feel his smile against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His thumb brushes over your breast, circles your nipple, and you arch up into his touch.

Blitzø presses you back against the couch, moving with you to straddle your hips and brace his free hand against the arm of the sofa beside your hair. You wrap your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers between the spikes at the back of his head. He groans quietly into your mouth before breaking away again, giving you another wiseass smirk before lowering his face to your chest.

“Oh, Satan…” you exhale as Blitz holds your gaze and brings his mouth down to your breast. “Ah!”

Blitz grins around your nipple as he sucks it through the silky fabric of your bra, soaking the thin layer of satin in saliva. Holding your gaze, he lets his hand travel down your side, grazing over your ribs before settling at your waist. He grips it possessively, trailing his mouth over to your other breast.

You’re annoyed with how much you’re reacting to him. You can feel yourself flush; your breathing comes heavily and you shudder as Blitzø reaches behind you to unclip your bra with irritating ease, one-handed. Still, you shrug out of the lingerie obediently, and are immediately rewarded when Blitzø returns his mouth to your nipple.

He swirls his tongue around it, flicks the fork of it against the hardened point, and he snickers into your skin. You can feel his tail wind itself around your thigh, the spade slipping up under your skirt to tease against your inner thigh. A moan slips out of you as he sucks hard at your nipple.

“Satan’s taint, listen to you,” he growls, letting his warm breath tickling against your cool, damp skin. He kisses over your sternum, repeating the attention to your other breast. “Horny little thing… fuck, I’m gonna screw your damn brains out.”

He grazes a fang against your nipple and you jerk up under him, grabbing hold of his horns. “Uh! Fuck, Blitz!”

The imp’s smirk widens. “You want that, don’t you, princess?”

You whimper, nodding, eyes squeezed closed. A whine slips out of you as you feel him shift away from you, your hands tightening on his horns in an attempt to keep him close. A soft clink barely registers, your brain still fixated on the tingling along your breasts.

“Oh, fuck!” you jump as a something freezing and wet is pressed to your nipple, and Blitz cackles as he circles your nipple with a half-gone ice cube. It leaves a track of icy water along your heated skin, goosebumps rising over your flesh. He bends down to suck the water away, his mouth deliciously, deliriously hot compared to the ice. He moves the cube to your other breast, and your eyes roll back at the twin sensations of cold and warm. “Fuck, Blitz, I—”

His fangs graze your nipple again just as he lets the point of his tail flick against your satin-covered clit and your whole body tenses up against him. A choking, almost-silent moan escapes you, and Blitzø pulls back, eyebrows raised in an almost mocking surprise.

“Did you just…?”

You feel yourself flush, and you avoid his gaze, shaking your head. “No!”

“You fuckin’ did,” he crows, his grin widening. “You fuckin’ came from me playing with your nipples!”

“Shut the fuck up, Blitz.”

“Nuh-uh. No way.” he gloats, flicking your nipple pointedly and snickering when you jerk under the touch. He brings his mouth back down to your breast, and you can't help but let out a squeak as he slowly rolls his tongue around your nipple. “Wanna do it again?”

[chaifootsteps]

OK but like - Stolas seemed like he was gonna realize how bad he screwed up during the song

but then he STILL wants an apology for Blitz yelling at him the day before. he STILL spends the drunk convo after that being spiteful until Blitz caves and apologizes and it STILL isn't enough for him

and this is the second time he's done this. Blitz told him how Stolas made him feel at the end of full moon and in the next episode Stolas still retreated back into 'I can't think of a single thing wrong I've done' levels of denial - same with Ozzie's: his text says 'I'm sorry IF something I said or did offended you' not 'I'm sorry for doing something wrong'. Blitz told him straight up that Stolas treats him like a sex object and he either decided to give the most weaselly non-apology possible, or he doesn't think he did anything wrong. The third option is he's just being passive again and doesn't want to face up to the issue, but that fixes nothing. It's bizarre to hold the audience to the standard of thinking Stolas has been better this season when Blitz has seen precious little of it

Stolas even did this at the start of full moon - he thinks he's a monster if Blitz is just his prisoner (but I guess the inherently coercive arrangement is fine in Stolas' eyes if Blitz was secretly in love with him this whole time?), but when Blitz reacts the way you'd expect him to Stolas suddenly can't compute the idea that if he HAS done something that awful Blitz isn't going to just get over it because Stolas wants him to. Stolas legit had the emotional maturity level of "if I apologized (even if I have to say a lot of words just to avoid directly saying 'I'm sorry') then that makes everything OK and I'm going to behave like it balances the scales going forwards and you don't get to voice your actual feelings about anything without me shutting down, crying or getting mad at you"

that's why I'm fairly confident Stolas looking at the mirrors during his song is going to lead to him realizing diddly squat

he's done this song and dance (literally in this case) before. I know the stans will roast me for this but isn't "he's really going to change this time!!" the stereotypical statement of an abusive relationship? except in this case it's the audience desperately hanging on in the hopes things are going to get better when we should all know by now that they only ever get worse, and have been getting worse all season, with this show

Technically it's the third time he's done it! There was also Ozzie's, where Blitzo told him the exact same thing he told him in Full Moon but in a much gentler way, and he went straight upstairs and started singing about how it was all Blitzo's fault.

So yeah, I'd say diddly squat is a pretty fair approximation of what he's going to realize.

[cottondo]

Hey babes! First of all, let me just say that I ADORE your writing <3333 I can tell you have a lot of passion for what you do!

If it’s alright with you, I’d like to request a Blitzø x fem! reader story. Preferably how he navigates a shy, sweet imp. I was thinking that they could have been childhood friends or something like that. Whatever you decide to do I’ll read (and love) it <3333

Thank you so much!!

aahww thank you sm lovebug🥹💞 I appreciate the kindness !

also,, really hope I got your request right?? I lowkey wasn’t exactly sure on what you wanted LMAO but I hope you like it regardless <3

Blitzo x fem! imp reader | navigate

The sound of your breath in a humid environment was all you could really focus on. Or, more so, trying to control it.

Blitzo insisted taking you on some stupid 'adventure', —if thats what he called it— and of course, it turned into a mission.

Why the hell wouldn't it! You didn't expect much less from him.

You particularly didn't care much for his mission work. Sure, okay, it seemed kinda cool sometimes- - but the,, almost double-dying part, was intimidating as fuck.

Keeping all your limbs attached to your body was really your biggest goal living down in Hell. It was easy enough to end up getting stabbed, maybe break a horn or two, or even end up in a shitty situation with some demon lords that rule rings trying to chase you down. Especially as an imp!

Maybe it was because you actually valued your death-life, and Blitz,, .. just didnt? But, regardless, you didn't wanna be here, doing this today.

A heavy hand rests on your shoulder abruptly, causing a small flinch to react from your figure.

Blitz leans in close, a crazy little smirky smile on his face. If the space between you got any smaller, you thought your oxygen levels would've been completely cut.

He managed to drag you into some hide out, a gun in his hand, army crawl position beside you in a long vent you two crawled inside of together. Shoulders harshly bumping against each other's to prover just how little space there actually was inside.

It was hot in here, and he was hotter, which only added to the uneasiness you felt in your chest.

"Don't tell me you're bitchin' out on me, y/n." He whispers to you, eyes focusing on your nerves. Blitz knew you better than just about anyone. And to be fair, he should. You two have been friends since childhood, so nothing goes unseen around him.

Your frown lightens, vision trailing to look back at him. "Nooo? I'm totally fine," you flash a cheesy smile back.

Blitzo's eyes roll, "Yea- ok, I'm teaching you combat, whether you like it or not, bitch. If youre gonna be working with us, you can't just sit around at the desk looking all cute and shit, everyday." He reminds you, "I need you to learn how to be more assertive!"

He thought you were cute? Ayee, score for you.

Your lips curl into a smirk over at him.

"As cute as I am, I can still be assertive." Now it was your turn to remind him.

It didnt look like he believed that statement. Actually, you knew he didnt.

"What happens when some dick fucker tries being an asshole to you? Pulls out a gun? One day I'm not gonna be able to get there quick enough to save your sorry ass." He frowns, some annoyance clear in his tone.

Your eyes widen, and your lips sound a gasp as you face him. "Oh my god- - is that the sound of you caring about someone other than yourself~?" You tease sarcastically, eyelids lowering casually again. Blitz turns away with a scoff.

"I didn't know that was even possible," you add onto the teasing, obviously getting some sort of rise out of him.

"Listen!" He narrows his vision. "Oka- you know damn well that I—"

His words get cut off. The sound of a door opening, and footsteps entering the room catch both of your attentions. You flinch when the door slams shut behind the figure. It was a short demon. Big horns, and an even bigger snout. He sort of looked like a dead pig. You cringe.

"Oh, fuck." Blitz smirks, raising up his gun. "This is too easy. You comin' or what?" His shoulder nudges yours. You give a dull look in reply. "Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't." He smirks over his shoulder at you.

You follow close behind his army crawl towards the end of the vent. It wasn't far away at all, just totally felt uncomfortable being on your hands and knees in such a small space for so long.

Blitz quickly kicks out the vent door, and jumps down to the floor with his gun tightly in hand. Your eyes watch his figure as he lands perfectly in the room, alerting the demon who was on Blitz' kill list.

Damn.

It was kind of crazy how good his combat is. You know he has a lot of practice- - which does make you slightly worry from time to time about just how much trouble this job really gets him into. (And how much more it'll get you into if he continues to drag you along for the ride.)

With a small push, you slip yourself out of the vent, and land on two feet with a practiced swiftness. You've gotten enough rehearsal time to do small, crafty things, but you weren't perfect- - nothing like how Blitz was, anyway.

But at least you still looked good doing it.

The listed demon looks quickly between the both of you, Blitz ready with a crazed grin on his face while holding the gun, and you, with your knife strapped to your side, looking nothing as intimidating.

"Y/N! Grab him!" Blitz commands from you.

You hesitate for a second, "Blitz, do we really hav—"

"Cmon!" Blitz tosses his head back and groans, quickly rebounding and aiming the gun to the guys head before he got any bright ideas. "Lets dance, bitch!"

The demon, though all three of you were trapped in a very small room, does his absolute best to dodge each and every bullet. For a porky lookin dude, he was quick on his hooves. He managed to miss most if not all, bullets aimed his way.

You lunge forward, and tackle him to the ground like a tiger pouncing its prey. Blitz cheers you on, fist pumped up in the air as he watches with excitement down at you. "Thats what im talkin about, y/n! Now tie his ass up, we gotta use him as bait for the rest of them."

"The rest of them?" You glare in question.

His hand tosses you down a rope, which you had no idea where he kept it hidden all this time, but look up to Blitz anyway, as you struggled a little, straddling to keep the demon down beneath you.

Your hands desperately grab the rope, and you begin tying. Blitz insisted no helping, as this was his way of teaching you proper ways to hustle- - but you'd gladly accept it if he offered any.

First, you wrap up the struggling mans hands, then, you move down to his kicking feet. He managed to give your shoulder a good hit with his foot, but that only resulted in Blitz raising his own foot, and forcefully bringing the tip of his boot into the guys side. The demon lets out a groan.

"Damn, what the hell, asshole." You glare down at the demon who only glares back up at you through his groans. Your hands take the bandana from around his neck, and retie it around his mouth to prevent any sounds coming out of him.

"Great, now lets get the fuck out of here!" Blitz grins, picking up the hostage and throwing him over his shoulder with a small struggle. You follow along close behind, eyes checking both sides of you with some slight paranoia. It already came to the point in the day where you were very much over this job. Why the fuck couldn't you guys have just stayed in the circus business?

"Y/N! Take out those assholes up on the catwalks!" Blitz points to a few more demons that were going to be next on your list for the day.

While the two of you ran for the far exit, your eyes follow up to where Blitz was looking.

You spot them. "Got it!" Your voice beams, and pulling out your gun, you aim for the straps that kept the walk attached to the ceiling. One shot, you took the one side of the catwalks down, which results in the demons falling and tumbling down to the floor of the warehouse.

"Fuck yeah!" Blitz laughs as he uses the tied hostage as a punching bag for other demons that try to stop the two of you. He swings the hostage demon around, using him as his own personal weapon, causing some slight laughter out of you, to which both you and blitz were surprised about.

The demons you caused to fall, start charging your way. With a quick thought, you take out the knife strapped to your side, and get ready to use it. Blitz grins over at you. "Remember to aim for the neck!" He calls out from ahead of you.

Your smile brightens at the teamwork you both have. "Thanks!"

A hand reaches for you, but with a stealthy slide to the side, you duck under the arms and push the torso of a demon down to the ground.

This was getting . . oddly easy.

You hop over the demon on the floor, and smile brightly over at Blitz.

With you catching up to his side, your lips stretch into a grin as you open the door to the warehouse for him. “Did you see?” Your question was almost eager sounding. Breaking out of the shyness of the situation, you’ve actually gained a bit more combat knowledge.

Blitz grins over at you, throwing the hostage to the ground as the both of you make it out, and find a safer area to catch your breaths.

“Hell yeah bitch!” Blitz looked so happy, giddy, even. It was so freaking cute.

“I knew teaching you my way would pay off.” He crosses his arms, a soft smirk on his face.

Your face flushed lightly, the shyness beginning to take over just a bit. Your shoulders shrug upward, and the smile on your face was light. “Thanks,”

“I’m proud of you.” Blitz’s voice is quieter than his usual loud and obnoxious form, but you still catch it. Your eyes widen a bit, and staring at him in a small shock is all you could do for a second. “Really?”

Blitz looks flustered, so you decide to let any teasing go. It wasn’t often he would give real compliments. Even if he did know you long enough, to.

“Of course, fuck face.” He replies, rolling his eyes with a smile still stuck to his face.

You bump his shoulder, grinning just a little harder than before. “Learned from the best.”

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really sorry its not my best work,, just allot goin on in life rn but I still hope you liked it anyway ! <3