#but for blitz I think fizz is the harder hit

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Some assorted circus/Buckzo family headcanons (fic someday maybe?)

Tilla was kind of a free spirit (who else would go join the circus?) and told fortunes for a small fee. There was no magic involved. She just got to know people and told them what they wanted to hear. She told each of the three kids their fortunes, and they all walked out of her tent feeling special and excited for their futures.

I also think Tilla may have been chronically ill/not always present in her kids' lives.

No one was watching these kids. Seriously. They were always climbing on dangerous things and interacting with creepy adults. Someone please watch them.

They all had each other's backs though. Most often, it was Blitz and Barbie who had to help Fizz out of ridiculous situations.

On that note, Fizz was a little younger than the other two (a year or so).

Blitz first learned to fight so he could protect his sister and his best friend from the rough crowd that tended to hang around after circus shows.

He was also regularly smacked around by his dad for being a shit performer and a troublemaker, and he fantasized about fighting back once he got older and stronger. By the time he was fifteen or so, he definitely could have taken his dad down a peg, but in spite of that he never hit back.

The person who owns the circus is a human sinner overlord. He realized that imps are harder to control than other sinners because he can't own their souls, so he branded them (the forehead symbol) to keep them from leaving/working for someone else. This didn't sit right with Tilla, but Cash promised her that they'd find a way out eventually after making a whole lot of money.

Cash thought of himself as a lot smarter than he actually was.

Cash took Fizz under his wing when Fizz was about seven and showed a ton of potential at an audition. Fizz's parents were super poor and HATED the branding and losing access to their kid, but they were starving, so they let him go out of hope for a better future.

Fizz's parents were always trying to get back into his life, but Cash kept him from them.

Fizz knew even as a kid that everything he had was because of his talent and that if he failed as a performer, he'd likely be thrown out.

Barbie excelled at acrobatics, but she never got nearly as much praise from Cash as Fizz did. She was jealous but didn't see any point to dwelling on it. She buried emotions from an early age and put her energy into keeping up and succeeding.

Cash gave up on Blitz's performance career long before Blitz gave up on it himself. Blitz kept coming up with increasingly ridiculous and dangerous performances to try to finally prove himself.

I thought I would focus more on Blitz, but it all ended up being about the people around him! More another time.

[chaifootsteps]

Hey, swearing anon (as I've been so dubbed) here

I was looking through a bunch of the leaked storyboards and I noticed something: the action scenes have gotten a LOT worse and I think that's because the boards focus more on static shots (why are there like 3 panels with no directions OR dialogue nearly identical to each other that's just blitz's face?). Could be completely wrong on that one, though.

What I am completely sure in saying is that it's incredibly hard to follow action now. Most recent example is in Oops when Striker pulls Fizz and Blitz in through the window. The camera's shaking all over the goddamn place and everything moves too fast to the point I had to rewind it. This was NOT a problem in season 1, with the best example of good action animation for Spindlehorse being in the DHORKs (I miss them.) episode. It wasn't PERFECT but it was given time to breathe and none of the characters fade into the background. There's also no shaky cam.

Shaky cam looks bad in million dollar action movies and it looks even worse in animation. It doesn't make anything feel more 'real' or 'intense', it just makes me kind of nauseous because of motion sickness. Also they just said 'fuck the colorblind', I guess? If I'm having trouble with characters melding with the scenery, I can't imagine someone who has a harder time differentiating color is having a better time of it.

These are BASIC THINGS! I don't know how they fucked it up so badly when they made one season that was pretty competent on at least the technical animation level.

Also I miss the DHORKs :( They reminded me of Dirk and Roxy Homestuck

It's bizarre because a lot of the time first seasons are the ones where they work out all the kinks and then season two comes along and the show really hits its stride. Helluva Boss just went backwards in literally every regard.

[hellishvxbes]

❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜ (blitz @ fizz)

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

                 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ―  ❝ Shh, I know ❞ he answered quickly, allowing himself to get into character. He wasn't completely on board with the idea, but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of partner he would be if he didn't entertain at least some of Blitz's truly bizarre fantasies. The thought of indulging in those outlandish whims left him feeling both apprehensive and curious as he grappled with the challenge of navigating the eccentricities of his lover's imagination.

               The cowboy hat sat precariously atop his head, its wide brim casting a shadow over his face as he struggled to keep it in place. He deftly adjusted his own hat that covered his broken horns, a makeshift solution that had taken time to refine. Still, he managed to perfect this delicate balance for the moment, crafting an appearance that was unique and strangely fitting for his rugged silhouette. His fingers wrapped firmly around the smooth leather reins that linked to the sturdy collar Fizz had expertly fastened around Blitz's neck. With a playful tug, he pulled on the reins, a mischievous glint in his eye, while in his other hand, he held the pink riding crop, its surface gleaming under the light. If he was going to embrace this role, he was determined to do it with flair and precision, ensuring every detail met his high standards. Fizz let it glide down Blitz's bare chest, his hips straddling him as he began to move himself up and down Blitz's warm cock. Fizz was nothing but a top performer, and he was here to please. 

          His body continued to slam down on Blitz's dick, his own moans escaping his lips, like a song singing and hitting every single one of those high notes as he felt the tip hit him in all the right places. Fizz glanced down at Blitz, and the redness of his skin only made him all the more giddy.

          ❝ Yeah, you're doing so well, letting me break you in slowly before I ride you straight past the finish line.❞ Fizz couldn't help but fall into the role, not when he could see just how much of a heated mess it was making Blitz. ❝ You were so rude when we started, untamable, all attitude, and look at you now, ❞ he grins, letting the crop brush against Blitz's cheek, leaning down to whisper directly in Blitz's ear ❝ Being so good and taking everything I give you. ❞

        Fizz quickened his pace, the rhythmic sound of his boots hitting the ground matching the quickening beat of his heart. He let the riding crop slip from his grasp, allowing it to dangle by his side as he reached up with one hand to secure his cowboy hat. Fingers curled around the reins, and he pulled harder as he felt his climax coming through. Fucking hell, he hadn't anticipated feeling such a rush of excitement from this experience, yet he found himself captivated despite his best efforts to remain composed. The thought of giving Blitz the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected him was infuriating, especially with that smug ass grin plastered across his face. It was as if Blitz could sense every spark of thrill that danced through him, and it only deepened his resolve to play it cool. Fizz could practically feel the heat rising in his cheeks, knowing how much he had relished the moment.               Fizz tightened his grip on the rein, yanking it decisively as he urged Blitz to draw nearer. He pressed his lips against his, savoring the moment as his tongue explored the contours of every inch of him, tasting the sweetness that lingered before he finally broke the silence. ❝ Better remember this because it's never happening again,❞ he says like a filthy fucking liar. He sighs deeply, ❝ Fuck it, does my handsome steed think he can keep up for another round? ❞

[fizziepopangel]

Hello, Fizz! Have you seen the new episode of Helluva Boss? I really liked the episode, I loved Striker's appearance and Fizz's relationship with Ozzie!

- Crystal 🎀💖✨️

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Like I absolutely loved this episode!!!!! I was so excited to have a Fizz-centric episode and I was not disappointed with what we were given! We saw so much growth for Fizz and Blitz, and we got some real insight into the relationships between Fizz and his lover Ozzie, and Fizz and Blitz!!! I loved seeing Striker and Crimson making reappearances and I honestly really like the idea of them becoming a duo for a while, so I’m hoping that Crimson will overlook the fact that the plan didn’t go as it was supposed to keep Striker on his team for a while (especially since he has encountered the IMP crew and lived, unlike his own mob style shark demons who literally only encountered a raging Millie a.k.a. “a dame”.) 

Ok, so there was so much in this episode that I loved, but I think my big three for this episode were seeing Hell’s worst kept secret in action, seeing Fizz and his little emotional support puppy, and seeing Fizz and Blitz both get a bit of closure from the incident in their childhood. 

I loved the way that trauma was addressed in this because it really showed two sides of the coin by keeping the dynamic between Blitz and his former best friend strained through a large part of the episode, but we do see the more vulnerable sides of it when Blitz admits his part in Fizz’s trauma (and his own), and when we meet Fizz’s disabled emotional support pup Precious. Now, I theorized somewhere along the way to this episode that Blitz was the cause of the fire that injured Fizz when they were kids, and that it was an accident, but I hadn’t realized that Fizz actually had to watch everyone leave him behind when shit hit the fan, and then watch Blitz run in the opposite direction from him when he reached for him. Seeing that in itself probably killed a little part of him and coupling that with how terrified he must’ve been watching everything go up in flames and then literally being blown up and the pain he was undoubtedly in, the trauma there was deeply rooted in him, like that became a core memory and likely affected everything from how he forms bonds with others now, to his self-image, to how he experiences certain stimuli…. Thinking about how much changed for him in that pivotal moment of watching everyone, including his best friend, abandon him when he needed them most I think is what made him cold and I think that he healed from most of that while with Ozzie, but I don’t think he ever really healed from being abandoned by Blitz because within the flashbacks, it seems likely that he felt Blitz was more than just a best friend, but rather family, and since we don’t know much about Fizz’s background, I’m theorizing that he may not have had a good home life or may not have had a family at all, making his relationship with Blitz that much more of a loss for him, and making him that much harder to forgive for all these years. I love that we see that anger and that coldness about him with Blitz but we do see that more vulnerable, gentle, happier side of him when he’s not interacting with him. It really does show the upset that’s still there between them and I love that he addressed that in this episode. I also loved seeing how he actually does find comfort in Ozzie, not just because he’s powerful, but because Ozzie has shown genuine care for outside of him being a performer, even going as far as gifting him a pack of cute little dogs, one of which acts as his emotional support pet for the traumatized imp.Seeing that in action was honestly really nice since we this is a healthier relationship than what we’ve gotten to see happening between a prince and a lower class demon (*cough, cough* Stolitz…).

Now, on the other side, I was internally screaming when we saw Blitz legit take ownership of what happened. Like this is the first time that he’s taken responsibility for his fucked up shit sober, and not only does he acknowlege and show genuine remorse for what he’s done, this is the first time we’ve see him actually tap into that hurt that he’s been holding on to for so long. Blitz knew he fucked up. Two of the people he loved most in the world got hurt in that fire and he knows that even if it was an accident, it was something he did that caused it. He lost three people that day since it’s likely that losing their mom is what triggered Barbie’s spiral and it’s clear from her appearance in “Unhappy Campers” that she does blame her brother for her life being a wreck since then…. All of that has been weighing on this man since it happened and I think the fact that no he’s never outwardly acknowledged it, he’s not even begun to heal from it. We get to a genuine air of healing start for Blitz here and I love that for him since it really does seem like he’s slowly healing in a lot of aspects of his life and I’m not gonna lie, this is really one I was rooting for him to get through because I think he and Fizz deserve to closure and the friendship.

And of course, we have to take a moment to scream internally about the worst kept secret in Hell: Ozzie and his Fizzy Frog!!! When I say I almost fell out of my bed when we got to see this pairing together, like oh my fucking god!!! I loved the insight into the Fizzmodeus relationship because it was a really nice change of pace considering the only other royal x lower class relationship we see in the show is Stolas and Blitz, and they’re…. rocky, at best most of the time. Fizz and Ozzie on the other hand have a more open relationship with each other in the sense that they aren’t afraid to show that they care for one another, like to the point where they are literally referred to as Hell’s worst kept secret and Asmodeus himself is referred to as a hypocrite… But despite trying to hide the relationship, we get to see just how much care there is for one another behind closed doors and just how domestic Ozzie can be when it comes to his lover. I thought it was honestly refreshing to see a healthier relationship like this outside of just the M&M relationship we’ve seen. I also think Ozzie’s appearance in this episode opens up the possibility to explore love and lust and how they can coexist within a relationship, which I have always found to be an interesting topic.

I also wanted to shout some praise for the voice actors and animation team because there was so much emotion in everything in this episode that I don’t even see in some live action shows/ movies I watch! Like I’m not one to cry watching something like this, and I’ve never been that  type of girl, but I could feel so much of the emotion in this animation that it legit opened up the untapped emotions I was struggling with regarding my own mother’s passing last year when Blitz mentions losing her in the fire. A 27 minute episode took me almost an hour to watch because the flashback and then him acknowledging what he lost hit me like a fucking train and I was sitting there like a fucking wreck. Considering I’ve been deemed the robot of my friends and family because things like that don’t normally phase me when I’m watching shows, I think Viv and her team deserve a round of applause for doing well enough here to actually resonate with me enough to break me like that because I know I cannot be the only one who was a snot-nosed mess watching this. 

Anywhore, as always, this is just my thoughts on the episode and I would love to hear how everyone else felt about it! Anyone else feel like maybe this one could be a new fan favorite? I’d love to hear some other perspectives if anyone has any!

[stain-glass]

Okay I got bored and am now doing the math.

First thing firat, I did rewatch some of the episodes to be more accurate and make sure I didn't miss any tears.

So, Blitz is in all 18 episodes, so 100% of the show. Stolas is in 11 episodes (5 from season 1 and 6 from season 2 so far) so 61% of the times. This is not counting the shorts or music video, but if we did, it would be 23 with Blitz being physically (stary moon form does not count) in 21 (91.3%) and Stolas in 12 (52%) of them.

We want to make sure we are being consistent so we are only going to count visible tears that pop up in the eyes. If the tears stop and then pop up again, that is a different tear count.

Now with the re-watched, I found some interesting things. Blitz doesn't have any visible tears in Apology Tour. His eyes get big and watery looking, but no tears were drawn on the corners. But Blitz also hides his face whenever we see the eyes get big and he bites his lip/grinds his teeth, the only visible part of his face. The final shot he don't see Blitz, just his silhouette hitting the steering wheel. This is something we also see in Queen Bee, Blitz hiding his face in the couch when talking to Loona about how he will die alone.

Now I always interpreted these scenes as moments that Blitz cried, but no tears in eyes so they don't count. This also means the wake up that Stolas has in The Circus is not counted either as even though it looked like he cried at some point we didn't see those tears spill.

The next thing to do is ask ourselves are we just counting if they cried in general or the total times they cried? Let's go with both to see what difference it makes.

Stolas and Blitz have both cried in 4 different episodes.

Statistically this means that out of the 18 episodes Blitz is in, he has cried in 22.2% of them while out if the 11 episodes he has been in Stolas has cried in 36.36%. If we are counting the shorts then it is 19% for Blitz and 41.7% for Stolas. If we are not counting flashbacks, then Stolas is at 27.27% which is much closer to Blitz's number.

Interestingly, Stolas did not cry at all in season one while Blitz did at the end in Ep.7 (the final clue in for us the audience that he has more going on and is sad. Still a great final shot that haunts me.) Making the breakdown per season:

Blitz: season 1 - 12.5 % and season 2 - 30%

Stolas: season 1 - 0% and season 2 - 66.6%

This maybe why some people see Stolas as becoming weepy in season 2 but that is ignoring the other factor: Individual tears shed.

Stolas has 4 (5 if counting the music video) separate times he cries, just once each episode. Usually a single tear.

Blitz has 12.

He cries 2 times in Ozzie's, 4 in Oops (once is in the flashback right as he is throwing his letter to the ground and pushing the guy holding the cake, twice when talking to Fizz about the fire, and then once when Fizz hugs him). 2 in Full Moon, and 4 in Ghostfuckers (to his mom, to millie when saying he destorys everything he touches, once when looking at his memories and then he starts again when Rolando says he is going to back Millie hate him)

Now, I know that I can't say Blitz cried 12 times in 18 episodes and therefore spends 66.6% of the episodes crying. (Though I do like the 666 of it all). But I think it is unfair to say that Stolas is a cry baby for sheding a single tear on several occasions, and one breakdown (maybe 2 but it didn't happen on screen) and even then pulled himself together quickly.

Tldr: Rude to call Stolas a cry baby when Drunk is right there. And Blitz has a tendency to cry harder and more once we gets started

Plus Moxxie has cried more but I'm not doing the math on that one to check...Unless I get bored and want to do a rewatch again.

I don't like Stolas because j feel they've been doing him dirty and making him into a cry baby, that bad?

I honestly don't think Stolas is a cry baby, because he only really cries when something with extreme intense emotions happens and if anything he's really good at keeping his tears in check when needed (it's the years of "cease this bitch crying" abuse). The only reason we've been seeing him cry as much as he does, is because of how much suffering he's been put through lately.

Not to mention, it really bothers me how especially with male characters the moment they dare to cry about anything (even if it's literally traumatic), they're immediately labelled as a cry baby and it just adds to the toxic "show no emotions" facade they're forced to put up in society.

Also, even if he was a cry baby, who cares? I mean, I obviously don't expect you to read every single one of my posts, but I find it kinda funny you sent this not long after I talked about how much I love Sakura (from CCS) being a cry baby. More characters deserve to be cry babies, as a treat!

[artofapeach]

I don't mean to compare them since I know the breakups are both important and impacted everyone in a serious way, but which breakup (Blitzo & Fizzrolli or Blitzo & Verosika) would be more emotionally damaging? Like losing Fizzarolli would be losing someone you've grown up with and knew you in every way but Verosika would be like "you thought you had a second chance to live a better life and you messed that up"

Okay I love my girl V. For real. She was my first piece of Helluva fanart and kinda why I started obsessing over the show? I’m so excited to see where her story may go.

But, and this may be the Blitzfizz in me, there is NO way her and Blitz’s break up was worse than Blitz and Fizz’s.

I mean, like you said, Blitz and Fizz seemed to know each other forEVER! Maybe since they were babies? They were true childhood friends to lovers, and they’re break up had to be devastatingly bad for them to ultimately fall apart. I mean, just the two pics on Blitz’s phone showed that they really cared for each other.

With Verosika, it doesn’t hit the same? Blitz doesn’t look as comfortable with her in their pic. There also doesn’t seem to be any harsh feelings on Blitz’s side. He feels a little guilty, sure, but I don’t think he ever really liked her romantically?

Also, as I mentioned on Twitter, there was such a sheer difference between Blitz going “No FUCKING way. Not him” for Fizz and “Oh, Verosika, you’re here 🙄” for V.

Likely, Verosika was someone Blitz rushed into in an attempt to find love. Maybe he wanted to love her, but he found he just couldn’t. And as Verosika was falling more and more to get a tattoo, Blitz realized he had to break it of and did so as a way so that she would NEVER think of going back to him.

Fizz seems like the start of that long time habit of self destruction with Blitz’s relationships while Verosika is just The Second Victim.

[all-good-things-dot-dot-dot]

All Good Things… The Good With the Bad.

All Good Things… The Good With the Bad. #Blog #Bloggerstribe #AllGoodThings… 24th June 2020 Hello, Chaps and Chapettes,

(Source: https://www.keengamer.com/articles/guides/list-of-common-fallout-4-pc-errors-and-how-to-fix-them/ ) It might have seemed like I stopped for a little bit there, huh? In actual fact, I have still been writing, but more or less in the background rather than doing a full-on post like this. Does that mean I’ve been “neglecting my duties” or “forgetting the challenge” I set myself to write for thirty minutes a day? Well, sort of. I cannot lie. Let’s see if we can analyze what happened here and correct the error, shall we? The main hiccup was actually on Friday where I did not write anything at all. I did end up writing that blog on Saturday and followed it up with the actual Saturday blog which I wrote and posted on Sunday, but by then I was already going back on several guidelines that I’d set myself. The first was to ensure that I wrote thirty minutes a day, this was missed on Friday, and the second was to have a break on Sunday.

I’ll come back to Friday in a bit and how I’ll resolve that in the future but I also want to talk about why Monday and Tuesday also didn’t happen. Monday was an oddly exhausting day. The heat has been creeping up this week, today being the hottest so far, but Monday was still cool. I had to take a nap after work and then when I did sit down to write, what I wanted to write was not one of these. Instead, I wanted to work on “Scoundrels”, a story about colorful ponies living in apocalyptic times. They swear, take drugs, shoot guns, it’s fun to write. The reason I wanted to write that, was because on Tuesday I attended an online workshop by a fellow writer who goes by the codename “Somber”. I know there’s non-bronies who read this on my Tumblr so, to summarise, they wrote a particularly famous FanFiction called “Fallout Equestria; Project Horizons”, millions of peeps have read it. It’s also a spin-off from an equally successful story called “Fallout: Equestria” (written by another fanfiction writer, KKat). Somber has a background teaching English so a class on Creative Writing was practically extra studies for my university course!

(Art by me, see https://derpibooru.org/images/2200843 )

The workshop was brilliant. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to workshop my story as we ran out of time but I didn’t feel too down about this. I made friends with a few other fellow writers and so could happily learn and share ideas with them. This ran on quite late and by the time it had ended, the clock was telling me I wouldn’t wake up for work if I didn’t attempt to sleep. That, neatly, leads me to today. As you can see, although I’ve had a busy day of work, walking to and from the shops and watching “Game Night” with my brother, I still managed to find the time to write this. That’s because tonight I had the time. That’s important. Friday, the time wasn’t there. I had to be there for a friend who was in need and since my chat, I have it on good authority that their life is looking up. Sunday was father’s day and I wanted to see both dad and stepdad, which I accomplished. Both men had a great day and felt loved, which was another mission accomplished. Sunday night was blitzed by a migraine and it took two paracetamol two hours to put those fires in my brain out. Monday, as said, was a very tiring day. But I also spent time writing something, even if it wasn’t this. So there was still something completed by the close of the day. Tuesday, there was work, I had my mother pop over for something, I had to cook dinner, and despite all of this still managed to make Somber’s workshop and find writing allies. Do you see where I’m going with this? Basically, just because you don’t get done what you wanted to do, do not look at it as a wasted day. Even a rest day is a success, so long as it is used to let you prepare for some harder work ahead. You are not failing if you didn’t hit that word count, or forgot to do something you wanted to do, or missed that walk to slim down the spare tractor tyre your gut has become. Even little accomplishments are still a win in the grand scheme of things and believe me they make all the difference. And sometimes, if someone you know, care about, or love is in need of you, then you should down tools to help them. Let me reiterate that it should be somebody you care about or at least someone who will return the favor along the line. There are people, even family, who can be a drain on your time, resources, and energy. I learned that the hard way last week (see my blog about bullies). Follow your head in these instances, especially if it is aligned with your heart. Most of all, I want you to take this away with you. Did you wake up today? Do you know how many didn’t get out of bed? Pulled a sickie? Or gave up? You didn’t so in that sense you’re already winning. Now go treat yourself to some cake, champ, you earned it. Stay safe, stay happy. All good things, Love, Scaramouche. X Oh, eerrrr, still here? Okay, let me square with you. Thirty mins just ran out but I wanted to include this; I am writing a spin-off of that “Fallout: Equestria,” series too, as I mentioned, called “Scoundrels”. I did have a lot of the story already up in my FIMFiction library, but I have unpublished it. Here are my reasons; I didn’t like how confusing it was. It felt like it started in the middle of a story. I had made choices as a writer that took the story in some strange directions. I made the plot too complicated. I made some of the good characters unlikeable. I made it too long while not much/ too much happened. So, I am holding onto what I wrote. I want to rewrite it, so that story that you may or may not have read does still exist and isn’t a waste of time, it just needs surgery. When it’s ready, you’ll be able to see it again. Until then, here’s a sneak peek at “Scoundrels”, the ponies of the apocalypse story I will be writing, have edited and polished before I publish it as fanfiction. Enjoy!

(Artist: Brainiac - see https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Brainiac ) ~ Scoundrels Written by Scaramouche “War,” a voice, masculine and gravelly, haunted my hangover. “War never changes.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stir me from where I’d attempted to make my early grave. My snout had the telltale feeling you got when you accidentally snorted water while submerged in a pool... Or hit too much Dash. I pushed my hooves out around me before my eyes were able to open and felt tiny canisters rattle away from me wherever I moved. My ribs hurt, telling me I hadn’t found a nice or even barely comfortable place to flop. The information fed back to me from all my senses came to the conclusion that I’d bucked up again. Daring to wake, I cracked my eyes open for as long as I could muster and fluttered the lids ‘til I could make out the shapes of a flickering square of light in the night-time room. Black and white images flashed through the screen of ponies dressed in armor and uniforms, those in the foreground attempting an escape with their wounded while the “best and bravest” continued to fight, to injure, to die. The image changed to Wonderbolts tearing over a coal cloud that once belonged to a shining city. I realized it was Manehattan, the place I’d hailed from. I knew from the shadow of a building topped with a huge pony head choking on the fumes. The Pegasi just seemed like haunting crows over that havoc. After the Manehattan skyline lingered for a few seconds, it switched to a shot taken behind ponies hiding from the invisible foe in a shady tunnel. Their silhouettes were huddled and perpetually expecting the worst of what was to come. Image after image along with the low, tedious voice seemed to mingle with the throbbing headache I’d gained. It reminded me that as gloomy as these images were, they were only the precursor for the apocalyptic times that came after them. I watched, laid lazily on my side among spent stims I’d used to forget the woes of the new world. I couldn’t help thinking that those dumb saps who had lived nearly a hundred years ago never knew how lucky they were. They could still trust the folks either side of them and that was more than could be said for most ponies this side of a century. “... But out of the devastation that arose from the wars, a few were able to reach stables that could house and shield them underground.” The narrator of the scenes kept going with his spiel regardless of whether I was listening or not. I looked about, but it quickly became apparent to me that the voice was just that. A recording from a stallion no doubts long gone now. There was nopony else in the place but for me that I could see. Nonetheless, he persisted. “Your family was part of that group and took refuge in Stable Thirteen.” On-screen, a snap of the giant cog that had once locked up this subterranean vault could be seen. “No, they weren’t, pal,” I grouched, squinting about the area still while battling with some persistently annoying amber locks of mane in my eyes. Something in this place was still trying to live, based on the squealing of a harmed fan spinning in the walls. Thanks to the projection lamp, I could see the tiles that dripped from the ceilings as age and erosion pulled them down. Wires knotted into nooses hung out from the ceiling gaps. Across dirty, rusted floors, the corpses of chairs lay on their sides and backs, stricken by the last unknown executions that had taken place here. Near me and my graveyard of used drug containers, a card crate lay on its side in a beaten state. “You are the first generation born in this stable to have not known the-the-the--” Apparently, I still wasn’t to know what “the” was. Above me, the box that had created this depressing light and sound show for me fizzed, crackled, sparked, then died. All light failed and draped a veil casually over me and space. Yet, this wasn’t as terrifying to me as might have been to somepony else. I sighed, relaxed, and let the gentle black patch encourage my head to heal. The festering stable was dead, the complaining sounds of the vents now a memory, and it was good. It was calming. I could maybe forget everything and fall back into a graceful slumber with it. After all, a ship in the harbor is a ship that’s safe... Of course, fate intervened. “Breeze! Breeze, where are you?” The voice was distant, but it was growing closer. “Gypsy Breeze, I swear on the spirit of Celestia, if you don’t get your ass into gear…” Fresh, battery-powered light began to dawn around the edges of the forever-open doorway into the corridors, confirming that the calling, living voice wasn’t far from finding me. “Buck,” I grunted to myself and pushed back the pain sloshing side to side in my cranium. I had to get myself up before they found me and the evidence littered around me. My legs complained but lifted me, allowing me to stand and let my brain cease paddling about in my skull. I swung a hoof out, brought it down, then my face immediately met the oxidized floor once more as a giggling Dash inhaler tripped me and twirled away. “Breeze?” They’d heard my tumble. “Buck,” I hissed painfully and scrambled back up, firing up a spell. I knew the caller in the halls would see the light but hoped I’d be quick enough. Despite the magic throbbing behind my junked-out eyes, I gathered all the emptied Dash I could see in the enchanted light. Catching as many as I could levitate, I shoved them into the deteriorated box, managing to slip the last of them away when a blinding orb swung through the door. I covered my bleary eyes and snarled out at a feeling only a vampire pony in the baking sun would understand. “Gypsy!” The dazzling sprite squeaked. “That’s my name— Buck, Hayfever, could you drop the light of that thing? My bucking eyes are about to explode…” mercifully, the beam lowered to ground level, allowing me to partially see the mare I knew behind it. Her sunset orange wings were spread in preparation to once more admonish me while the expression on the pegasus remained concerned. “You split from me again, Breeze. Ottawa said this stable is particularly dangerous, we shouldn’t be going off alone when--” “Ottawa was wrong,” I skulked somehow towards the door and waved my hoof back the way she’d come from. “I caught a terminal back up that way and… I dunno, something about the water talisman failing? Either way, the pony meant to fix it shuffled out the main door, and never came back. After that, the rest of the dwellers overthrew the overstallion and let themselves out of their own accord. Probably likely that nopony’s been here since.” If I’d have sounded more sure of myself in that last comment, I might not have seen doubt spread across her freckled, gold-lit face. “No, somepony has been here before us,” she suggested, “I found the mattresses pulled out of their rooms and laid together in the atrium. There was waste and broken gear that could only have come from outside too. Could be scavs, could be raiders, either way, we don’t want to take our chances.” “It could have easily been the Stable Thirteen ponies too,” I countered, “especially if they were going back and forth in and out of here, not wanting to--” I interrupted myself, as a false step kicked something, which ricocheted off of the metal wall and swirled unfortunately into the light of Hayfever’s torch. It only took her a second to realize what it was and I was already cringing guiltily when the light raised back accusingly at me. “Gypsy Breeze, you silly mare,” she scolded as well as any experienced mother could, “Using? Again? I thought you were beating this.” “It’s not mine,” I played the part of a lying teenager as best as I could, “it’s from those raiders you were bitching about--” “Oh, so now we believe in the raiders?” She had another quick examination of the inhaler and sighed, ruffling her wings in irritation as she walked past me, ensuring her hoofsteps echoed her annoyance. “When I agreed to hide your troubles from the rest of Helping Hooves, it was on the promise that you were going to make an effort to quit from them. Not so that you could privately indulge in the stuff.” She collected my saddlebag, discarded on a spineless chair, and was about to toss it to me when she had second thoughts. At my protests, she flipped the flap open first and rifled through up, digging out what she had expected to find almost instantly. Five more full inhalators of Dash were plucked out and tossed into the void of the room before she was comfortable returning my near-empty sack to me. “I’m not doing it to be an ass to you, Gypsy,” she said as I mournfully took the bag and slipped it back on. “As mayor of Helping Hooves I have a duty to look out for everypony and that includes you. But if you’re going to endanger lives this way, I’ll have no choice but…” I waited for what kind of penalty she’d place on me. Yet, all she could do was gaze at me, not mad, just disappointed. I gave a low groan, both out of the pain of coming down and the guilt of letting down a mare who was just looking out for my best interests. “Can we just get out of here?” I pleaded, “the air in here is making me feel sick.” “You sure it’s just the air?” She thrust a hoof forward, directing me on the way to head next. “But you’re right. Let’s just get the spark batteries Ottawa needs and high-tail it out of here…” To be continued...

(Source: https://thegeek.games/2020/03/24/fallout-3-war-war-never-changes-retro-2008/ )

[thefutureofhell]

Actually THINK ABOUT IT

The first two trailers did the same thing, they have to be among the best made trailers I've ever seen.

With the killer gift that is hindsight, we know that a lot of the scenes chosen for the trailers deliberately leave out really important chunks of information or are misleading, leading you to make incorrect conclusions and guesses on the episode's plot. Previously we didn't have the episode names so it was harder to assign a clip for every episode.

A couple of notable examples would be this clip from Look at This that was definitely chosen because it looks like Fizz is evily stealing something from a dazed looking Blitz. And this other one before we knew what Mammon was like and that they were gonna patch things up, so we assumed Fizz was flipping off Blitz.

In the first trailer, they cleverly used audio from scenes on top of different scenes to make it seem like the situations at hand were quite different, there's a million shots of the fish monster from episode 3, that's just some one off threat, and theres also tons of shot of Blitz reacting to things that are mostly from jokes or for comedic relief, all of that mixed together with shots from his fight with Striker and shots from House of Asmodeus, there's almost nothing from the heavy emotional hit that is episode 6.

The second trailer is made of unfinished animation, which initially made it harder to organize the shots by episode, there's tons of fight choreography and Fizz like I mentioned earlier, and the only audio is a tease of Klown Bitch, but absolutely nothing from episode 5 and most of the shots teasing episode 3 are from that brief flashback Moxxie has about Chaz, theres even one shot of Loona spitting out her coffee thats cut up to pad out the trailer.

My point? All the shots look exciting but end up being small, from a single sequence in the episode, or would be massively recontextualized by the events of an episode.

For a second, I thought the trailer was giving us too much on some episodes, but what if the entirety of the shots from, say, Ghostfuckers, are only a small part of the episode? What if the clips we think are from two different episodes are actually just the beginning and ending of the same one, and there's barely anything on the other? There's at least one flashback with Millie, what about other clips with characters who haven't so obviously changed? I feel like a lot of people figured out that Tilla might be a hallucination, what else is?

im tearing down the entire conspiracy pin board what do you MEAN the trailer was meant to MISLEAD US