#devious imp

[midnight-ocean-dunes]

Devious Imp (Red Eye) 🌵👻🌵...

[moldy-flowers]

Playing Miitopia rn but they're all Naruto characters, and all the teams I made got mixed up so now Sasuke, Kakashi, Tobirama and Karin are fighting on the same team and I don't know how to feel.

[zipmode]

SNIFFNSNIDFNSIFSNIFFSNIFF

[peterlorres21stcentury]

There are so many great episodes of this anthology, but this is my favorite. Not just because of Peter (although he is one reason) but because the climax is possibly the most nerve-wracking thing I have ever seen on TV. It's so simple, just some frequent cuts between some characters in a room while PL stands to one side and gently menaces with a cleaver, but the sense of danger is so real!

(and he looks so damn cute in the short-sleeved shirt and bow tie, eeeee, no words)

Peter Lorre in "Man From the South"

Broadcast January 3, 1960 on the Alfred Hitchcock Presents anthology series.

Watch it:

[daddyhoothoot]

It probably killed Stolas to talk about Blitzø the way he did to the council but it was sooo incredibly smart of him to go about it that way. I came from the Sherlock fandom (don’t judge me) and one line I think about from the show is roughly ‘the frailty of genius is that it needs an audience.’

Stolas laying it on thick that Blitzø was too dumb to come up with such a devious plan to use the Grimoire to breach the human world worked because:

1. He played into the fact that Goetia/Sins see imps as literal scum and not intelligent.

2. They respect Stolas for his status alone so they had no reason to believe that he wasn’t the “Mastermind” at play here.

Stolas confessing to the crime as a “Mastermind” was believable because a Mastermind would want people to know what he’s done so he can get the credit. Stolas willing to play the villain literally saved Blitzø’s life and I don’t think they would have gotten away with it if they had been honest why Blitzø had the book in the first place.

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Throwing oil on the fire

Warning ⚠️; blood, mention of death sentence, huge spoilers for Helluva Boss

Pairing; Satan/Prince!Male!Reader, Stolas & Prince!Male!Reader (Brothers)

Summary; As if the trial wasn't going badly enough, more oil is about to be thrown on the fire when it is revealed that Blitzø wounded you as well. You who weren't just a prince, but Satan’s boyfriend. Now Satan is even more angry.

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You stared at the screen, your eyes not leaving that damned little imp. You would recognize the worm anywhere even after so many years had passed. You won't forget the pain, the betrayal that he had caused you. Your talons sank into the leather of the chair and ripped it off when Blitzø denied stealing the grimoire, calling it a book.

A book.

It was so much more than that. It was the reason you were thrown out of your own home and forgotten by your father. Because it wasn't the first time Blitzø had went after a Goetia’s grimoire, you knew because he once stole yours. Well, Stolas gave it to him.

You could still remember pleading to your father that you hadn't lost it, how it had been stolen. But Stolas had defended that damned imp over you, his brother, his blood. Everyone thought of you as a liar when you were not.

Then Stolas had dared give you back your book once your father had kicked you out of the house and sent you away.

How many nights had you cried and written to your father, trying to convince him you were telling the truth? But he never wrote back and to this day you never saw him again. You had cursed Stolas’ name, wished the worst of faith on him and laughed when you learned he was betrothed to a girl and tasked with having an heir.

For the first time, it had felt like justice, like maybe your father had finally believed you and was punishing him.

Stolas had tried keeping in contact with you, but you always burned his letters and never read them. Even when he dared show up at your place you would send him away, not once allowing him in. Stolas never understood, never realized he had lost you by choosing the imp.

He wasn't your brother anymore.

Just a traitor.

Sitting in the living room of your shared mansion, you looked at Satan on the screen. You saw Andrealphus appear and gesticulate as always. You never liked him or Stella, but until now you three had formed a good team to ruin and hurt Stolas. You were thankful for their discretion even tho they had no choices.

A single wrong step and you would kill them both.

You groaned when you saw Andrealphus calling upon Striker as a witness and rolled your eyes. How much money did the hitman cost this time? You preferred not think about it.

Fire erupted in your veins as you saw your brother appear on the screen. You hissed as he prevented Blitzø’s execution, protecting the imp as always, not caring about the consequences. It was too much, you couldn't take it any longer.

Some would call you over dramatic and others would say you were just like your boyfriend, but you didn't care. Cloaked in shadow and fire you made your apparition in the courtroom. You heard gasps and whispers when the fire disappeared and the shadows rolled off you.

The pendant of your necklace swung from left to right before resting flat against your chest, showing Satan’s sigil. You replaced your elegant clothes and chased away the ashes left by your apparition.

You locked eyes with Stolas. Shock and surprise twisted his face and you snared in disgust. Behind you, Satan leaned down, his hand taking yours and his thumb brushed your knuckles.

- “My devious cataclysm, what are you doing here?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

- “Why, my dear? I came to testify against the criminal imp and my brother.” You said, turning your gaze toward Satan as more gasps filled the room. “Do you remember when I told you about the imp that stole my grimoire when I was a child?”

- “Don’t tell me…” Satan growled, his eyes filling with rage as he stared at Stolas and Blitzø.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see your brother and Blitzø. The first looked heartbroken as if finally understanding the depth of your hatred for him. Never would you forgive his betrayal, his actions as he never saw shat he did wrong nor did he ever give you any form of excuse. Just acted as if nothing had happened.

The Imp seemed shocked, now recognizing you. It had been years but your feathers were still the same colour and so were your eyes. Besides, he hadn't stolen the grimoire of many princes; just you and Stolas. While he had avoided justice back then, Blitzø would have to face it now.

Satan growled, low as it rumbled his chest and he squeezed your hand. His burning breath tickled your feathers and you raised your free hand, stroking his muzzle with the back of your fingers. No words are needed but a simple touch for the Sin to calm down.

The room fell silent after that.

You turned your head, facing Stolas. You could see the pain and tears in his eyes, his hands slightly raised as if he were about to walk up to you. Pathetic.

- “Y/N… what…” Stolas began but you snarled, cutting him.

- “Did you believe I would allow you to play the same trick twice? You threw me under the bus once and it cost me everything and now you are once again coming to the defence of that imp?” You raised your voice, stepping forward, hand sliding out of Satan’s before you pointed your index toward Stolas. “Fool us once, shame on you; fool us twice, shame on us”

- “I… I never… Y/N, please! You don't...” Stolas begged, also stepping forward.

- “Enough Stolas!” You snapped, your powers swirling around you as the flames from the candles burned higher. “You are nothing but a shame! How can you stand there and still protect him? Have you learned nothing? He doesn't care about you, never did and never will! He was always just after our grimoires and money and you've been stupid enough to give it to him willingly.”

The ground shook under you as Satan stood. A shiver ran down your spine, but not of fear, as his shadow fell upon you. You heard his wings flap and his tail clack in the air like a whip before he walked, each step leaving a crater on the floor.

Everyone but you held their breath and you just crossed your arms. Stolas’ gaze left you and turned to your boyfriend. You could feel his anger filling the room, a single wrong word and he would explode in a fury. You expected it.

Hoped for it.

Maybe then Satan would tear apart Blitzø, torture him and gift you his severed head while your brother cried for his fucktoy. But no, it was too good, a daydream and not the reality. You still enjoyed the smell of fear coming from Stolas and Blitzø, a smirk on your lips.

It was good to be the winner for once. To watch Stolas be in your place, with no one listening to him.

Satan looked down at you, his golden eyes softening for a second.

- “Sit down at my place my fallen angel. We will hear your full testimony in a minute.” Satan said and turned his attention back to the couple.

You did as asked all eyes following you. The bottom of your cloak slid on the ground and then wrapped around you as you took place on his giant chair. Asmodeus and Bee looked at you and you could tell they were still in shock. While your relationship with Satan wasn't a secret, you were still more discreet than them and it was less scandalous.

You understood why they took Blitzø’s defence, themselves sleeping with the lowest class of Hell. They just needed to see the bigger picture here. It wasn't about a prince and an imp having a relationship, but the fact an imp was using a prince to do as he pleased and avoiding the consequences.

It wasn't about love. It was about making an example, showing that no matter what the law still applied to him regardless of his bond with Stolas. As for your brother… it was the same. He might be a Prince, but he wasn't above the law or repercussions for his acts.

Andrealphus had been awfully quiet, his gaze rarely leaving you. After all, you knew he had his talons on the attempt on Stolas’ life just like his sister and the proof that came with it since you had given him some help. But you didn't care about his fears as long as he didn't get in your way and did as you wished, you wouldn't reveal anything in court.

You would just have liked for him to keep you in touch about this plan of his, for now, you were in the dark.

Satan stopped walking and leaned down his face inches from Stolas and Blitzø. His yellow eyes judged them and you knew it without needing to see it. You knew the Sin better than anyone else after all. Just like you knew he was deciding the next steps. Hearing you alone then judge or having a full-on trial, which would last maybe for days.

- “I don't see why such an old event would have its place in this trial.” Asmodeus said, after looking at his phone. “It has nothing to do with the current events.”

- “It does since it will show a pattern.” You replied, crossing your legs before looking at the Sin of Lust. “Maybe we should invite your partner, that little imp of yours grew up with that Blitzø after all. Maybe he could bring some light onto his actions?”

You smirked as you saw a vast range of emotions play on Asmodeus’ face. He hadn't expected you to bring on Fizzarolli, but why not? If he wanted to defend Blitzø then his partner should be involved since he was the one knowing the accused.

- “Ah, but we can't be angry at him for not wanting to defend the one who caused him so much pain, right? I hope his burns doesn't hurt him anymore.” You added, tilting your head almost innocently.

Asmodeus frowned upon hearing you and Beelzebub looked at him worried. Mammon was laughing as if you had just delivered the joke of the century, his fat finger pointing mockingly at Asmodeus. It was a dangerous game you were playing with the Sins, but you couldn't let Asmodeus get away with helping Blitzø. Of all the imps and hounds of Hell, that damn criminal was the least deserving of his help.

- “He got you there!” Mammon said snickering.

But your conversation had caught Satan’s attention and now your boyfriend looked at you. His yellow eyes passed from you to Asmodeus then back at you. No words left your lips and you let him understand by himself.

Finally, Satan looked back at Blitzø and your brother, his decision made.

- “We will go on with listening to all the testimony may they be in your defence or against you. As for you Prince Stolas, you shall be judged as well following your wishes.” Satan said, straightening his back. “And I mean every testimony from as far as I see needed. Asmodeus, make sure your plaything comes. I want to hear him testify.”

- “W-what?” Asmodeus stuttered.

- “Seriously?” You asked as stunned as the Sin of Lust.

- “Oh that's hilarious!” Mammon chuckled, holding his stomach as he began laughing hysterically again.

Satan looked at you, raising an eyebrow, wondering why you acted like that. He was offering you your greatest revenge after all; humiliating your brother and prolonging the suffering of the imp that caused you so much pain.

And you were thankful to him.

- “H-hey wait a second here. Fizz’s got nothing to do with my business!” Blitzø finally spoke, gesticulating to catch Satan’s attention. “Leave him out of it.”

- “Fool, you think you have a said? Don't make us laugh.” Satan told him with a snarl as he leaned down, slamming his hands on each side of the accused. “You are both lucky we are not condemning you this second or I’ll tear off your heads with my own hands.”

A soft smile found its way on your lips as you took your pendant between your fingers. It felt so good seeing Satan stand for you and be angry on your behalf. You knew he wanted nothing more than to shred those two apart and give you their still-warm heart.

You wouldn't be against it.

But the trial had to keep going, there were procedures to follow after all. Of course, they could go straight up to condemnation, but now your brother was involved. They couldn't just execute a Prince.

What a shame.

Then, Satan called you to testify and you did. You did not forget a single detail, retelling every instance you encountered Blitzø and every object he stole from your family. You could feel Stolas staring at you, but he said nothing as he had been made quiet by Satan.

The tribunal stayed quiet when you explained how Blitzø stole your grimoire by passing by Stolas, how you were punished by your father for something you didn't do. You were lucky to be alive, in a way. Paimon wasn't keen on forgiveness after all.

And then you spoke about your failure of a brother. You weren't nice, not for a second. You pointed out how he never wanted to follow the rules or accept that being a Prince came with expectations and duties. Duties that he avoided as much as he could or did not care about.

You pointed out it wasn't the first time he came to the imp’s rescue without thinking about the repercussions. Without caring about how it would affect the people around him. The more you spoke, the more Stolas looked sad and heartbroken, but the courtroom stayed eerily quiet.

You locked eyes with Satan, your boyfriend’s eyes softening as he knew how painful those memories were. You had no one except for him. Satan was your greatest support and comfort just like you were his. You helped him rule his Ring, gave him ideas and took care of the papers and everything he hated or didn't care about.

You formed a terrifying team too.

After your testimony, you stayed by Satan’s side as more witnesses were called. Some tried to help Stolas and Blitzø but to no avail. No matter how much good the imp did, his terrible actions outnumbered them.

Finally, lunchtime came. You sighed in relief as Satan took you out of the courtroom to a more private place. Wine and fine cuisine awaited you already and you gulped your cup in one go. Your boyfriend chuckled and poured you more knowing you needed it.

Satan as shrinked to a more normal size before sitting by your side. He didn't bring the trial up but you knew he wanted too. Half way through your meal, you sighed and leaned back in your chair.

- “Speak your mind, my love. I know you have a lot on it.” You said, turning your attention on Satan.

- “What… do you expect from this trial?” Satan asked, putting down his fork and looking at you.

The question took you by surprise and you blinked, taking a minute to think about it. What did you expect? Pain and suffering for the little fucker who ruined your life, an eternal heartbreak for your treator of a brother…

Maybe closure, maybe finally seeing Stolas realize just how much pain he out you in.

A sorry. A true apology would be good.

You closed your eyes and sighed, passing a hand on your face.

- “Honestly I would love for you to give me that imp’s head on a silver plate. I guess it's too much asking?” you asked, barely opening your eyes.

- “Yes. As of now, a bit too much.” Satan admitted, leaning down and taking your hand in his. “But I can make sure to give them the worst punishment I can.”

You nodded, thumb tracing circles on Satan’s hand absently. You knew he couldn't go over the law for you or kill a Goetia’s prince without reason. While the testimonies were all against Blitzø, there wasn't enough for Stolas. At best Blitzø would be put down like the mad dog he was and your brother would be stripped of his titles.

Then, it clicked. A bright idea came into your mind, cruel and heartless. Satan saw it and giggled, kissing your cheek.

- “Your turn to speak your mind.” He whispered.

- “What about… what about stripping Stolas of his powers and titles and only giving them back once he kills either that lover of his or that imp’s partners.” you said and saw a smirk appear on Satan’s lips.

- “You are so cruel, my devious love.” He praised and kissed your cheek again.

In the end, it wasn't possible for Stolas’ crimes weren't enough to justify it, but Satan was able to still strip him of his powers and titles even if it was only for a hundred years. It felt like a slap on the wrist and it was, but it was better than nothing.

You enjoyed his walk of shame as his own people turned against him and how he looked broken, learning he had also lost his daughter. You knew Octavia would be safe with her mother and uncle, but also knew how Stella was. You didn’t blind yourself; she would do everything to turn her daughter against her father and you would do nothing but watch.

You had lost your father because of Stolas, so now you were making sure he would lose his daughter.

You still grieved all that could have been had he not betrayed you, but it had been done and there was no going back.

That night, Satan gave you more attention than usual, going so far as to cancel any meeting he had for the next days. He knew how hard it had been for you to face your brother and his lover, knew you weren't fully satisfied with the sentence and he wanted to be there for you just like you had been for him.

And as you melted in Satan’s arms, enjoying whatever film he had put on the TV, you realized that you had always been the winner. You had a loving and supportive lover, unlike Stolas, had built your own support system and family while your brother had no one.

You smiled as you realized all that, nuzzling yourself more against Satan and knew your future was brighter than ever.

[eldritch-spouse]

I can imagine a distant future of Santi overcoming his nature and finally realizing his dreams of having and raising kids. Then, one time he goes to visit his old friend Vesper who's like " So how are you and your *gags* chi- *gags* child *gags* the family is doing ?"

[*Snort*. This is a collection of little moments between Santi and Vesper after Santi has kids.]

Santi doesn't visit as often.

It's only a given, not only does he now have children of his own to take care of, the incubus also knows his presence has stopped being as pleasant to the Ring of Lust as it once was.

He's not necessarily surprised by such.

After all, Santi behaves in a much more subdued manner, dresses a lot more, his clothes have the stink of children, even when he washes them. He can't blame Vesper for scratching at himself and snorting in distaste every now and then. They are still friends, but life has taken them down very different paths.

That doesn't mean some encounters aren't funny to the incubus.

" No. No no! " The King covers his eyes with a clawed hand. " You did not just walk into my chambers with a turtleneck sweater. "

Santi's cheeks are puffed. " King Ves- "

" A fucking sweater, this absolute- " Santi can't help but let a cackle slip. " Take it off right now, I feel sick- I'm going to call the imps over to strip you if you don't! "

[...]

Santi passes his phone to the King, allowing the demonlord to swipe through an album full of family pictures.

Vesper's lips keep curling higher at every picture, no matter how much he tries to muffle that response.

" Well uhm. They're... They sure are. " The King tries, but all he sees are snot-nosed ankle biters who likely stink of all that's nasty.

" They are. " Santi parrots, a devious grin on his face at the other's discomfort.

" I- " A long, pensive hum follows. " They look... "

" Is it really that hard? " The darker demon snickers.

" I'm finding it, Santi. Be patient. "

[...]

While cooking, you get to listen to a call between your husband and the King of Lust on speaker. When the topic becomes inappropriate, both adults switch to infernal language. Santi helps your daughter dress her baby doll, while your son sits by the carpet watching his favorite show.

" Alright, I should get a move on. " Santi says, watching you struggle with a few pans. " We can catch up eventually. Say bye to uncle Vee. "

Both children parrot mildly enthusiastic goodbyes, until your son pipes up. "Dad? " Santi hums. " When will uncle Vee visit? "

" Never. " Comes from the phone immediately, and the incubus doesn't need to see the King to know he's shivering in dread.

Your kids start deflating, to which their father is quick to think of something. " Ah, see, uncle Vee can't visit us. "

" Why? " The little girl sits her doll down, now brushing its hair.

" Uhm. " The incubus opens and closes his mouth a few times. " He's trapped in a biiig castle. " Pause. " And there's a dragon. "

" A dragon?! " Your son's fixation has been mentioned, he's almost vibrating.

" Yes. " Santi nods. " It's very big. And it doesn't like little boys and girls. "

" Aww.... " Both of them huff.

The girl frowns. " I'm sorry uncle Vee. "

" No, it's quite alright. I'll live, the dragon isn't that bad. " Vesper seems to sigh in relief.

" That means a knight is going to save you soon! " She brightens up immediately. " And then he's going to woo you, and you're going to marry! Can I go to the wedding, uncle Vee? Can I? "

Santi covers his mouth with his palm so as to not openly bark in laughter.

" I uh- Y-Yes, of course sweetie. Goodbye now, the uh, dragon, is calling me... "

[scribbly-somethings]

FDKL:JAKFJKDLAUEI THESE ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

Frjsjjds sketch dump

+goofy doodles under the cut

Have had no time to actually draw so I have goofy doodles in the mean time

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x afab!reader. you're holed up at home with a broken leg and blitzø has surprised you by coming by to keep you company. you feel depressed and completely bored stuck in the apartment, so he decides to take your mind off it. for totally noble, selfless reasons, of course. featuring: oral sex (female receiving), masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, and horse drawings of questionable skill. 2.3k. anon request. I hope you're feeling better!

Fucking gravity.

You were a complete badass, both in Hell and on Earth – you’d spent a good long while now building up that particular reputation through your work with I.M.P, and no one was ever going to argue with that. At least, no one smart.

So, if someone could explain to you just how in the ever-loving fuck you’d managed to trip down a flight of stairs and break your goddamned fibula, that would be great. Because right now, you feel like an idiot. A hobbled, immobile idiot.

The cast wrapped snugly around your leg is bulky and irritates your skin, and Blitzø glances up from his place on the floor when you groan, an eyebrow raised. You’re sitting on your couch while a movie you’re only half paying attention to plays in front of you, your injured foot propped up on the coffee table, a pillow tucked under your heel. The other imp is sitting cross-legged between the couch and coffee table in front of you, a marker in hand. He has been happily doodling away at your cast for a while now, his forked tongue poking out as he concentrates on his latest addition to the plaster.

His tongue slips back between his lips as he registers the discomfort in your expression. “You good?”

You sigh. “My leg itches.”

“Which one?”

You give him a pointed look. “Take a wild guess.”

He snorts a laugh, abandoning whatever he’s scribbling – probably his latest (and as always, greatest) horse design – and tosses the marker on the table beside him. The plaster is already covered with his drawings; scribbles of horses all labelled with names like Bumblebee and Octagon, his name in bubble letters and badly designed graffiti, Loona giving everybody the finger. There was even one that looked like the two of you side by side, the lines jerky over the uneven expanse of the cast.

“Where?”

You lean forward long enough to tap your finger over a drawing of a horse that was christened ‘Crayon’, a couple of inches below the top of the cast. You exhale softly in relief as he slips the spade of his tail down into your cast and rubs it over your itch, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch.

“Oh, that’s godly…”

“’Bout fuckin’ time someone else said that about me.”

You chuckle, smirking at the ceiling. “Idiot.”

“Oh, c’mon.” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You weren’t exactly fuckin’ shy about callin’ me a ‘god’ the other night…”

“Is that what I was doing?” you reply, even as you feel your cheeks warm. “Maybe I was praying for you to stop.”

“Yeah? And the shakin’ thighs and beggin’ for more?”

“…I’m an incredible actress.”

Blitzø scoffs and leans his arm on the sofa beside you, resting his temple against his hand. He gives you an appraising look as he withdraws his tail, letting the tip of it skim over your knee and over the top of your thigh as he does. You raise a brow at his expression.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, a devious grin curling his lips. “’s jus’ kinda fun seein’ you all helpless like this.”

“You think so?” you say, faux-brightly before letting the fake smile drop and flipping him off. He snickers. You were actually grateful, if not still surprised, that he was here. He turned up a few hours ago and let himself into the apartment – despite him not actually having a key – apparently fine with skipping work in order to keep you company and alleviate some of the boredom. He’d brought shakes and greasy diner food with him, and had been doodling away on your cast for the last hour, as content and as boyish as you’d ever seen him. It was endearing, really, if not still completely weird.

“Just give me my meds, would you?”

“What, you can’t reach ‘em?” he asks, feigning innocence, and you scowl at him. Blitzø grins, but straightens so he can collect your painkillers and your milkshake from the table. You swallow the pills down with the last dregs of the shake, sucking down the mix of chalky pills and chocolate foam noisily.

Blitzø takes the cup from you and sets back on the table, and you wince as he leans his elbows on your leg, his chin resting in his hands mockingly.

“Do you mind?”

“Not really.” he shrugs, his tail switching back and forth behind him in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Asshole.”

“You love it.” You roll your eyes despite your smile, and his widens. He removes one hand from under his chin, tip-toeing two of his fingers teasingly up along your cast and past it, from your ankle to the bare skin of your knee and higher as he speaks. “Y’know what I really love about you bein’ all busted up like this?”

“Vivid imagery?”

Blitzø gives you a sharp, wicked grin, ducking under your leg to plant himself between your thighs. He takes hold of your knees, pressing them wider, leaning in closer to you tauntingly. “You can’t go anywhere.”

A shiver rolls up your spine at the sudden huskiness to his voice, and you flush. Still, you try to push yourself further back onto the couch, away from him. “Blitz, I’m all sweaty and—”

“Not yet, baby, but you’re about to be,” he shoots back without hesitation, his claws squeezing the flesh of your thighs. “C’mon, bitch. You know I can make you feel so good…”

Your breath catches, a soft whimper slipping out of you before you can stop it. His smirk twitches wider, his tail switching back and forth predatorily behind him. He’s watching you with heavily-lidded eyes, and his expression burns into you, excites you in a way that makes you want to squeeze your thighs together to quench it. But his claws are too tight on your legs, and you can’t do it. He feels your muscles tense though, and he growls, low and hungry under his breath.

Blitzø slides his hands further up your thighs slowly, delighting in the way your breathing grows unsteady in response. The sleep shorts you’re wearing are threadbare cotton, and it takes so little once he hooks a claw into the leg of one for the threads start to tear.

“Say you want it, slut,” he urges roughly, eyes still burning into yours. “Say you want me.”

You bite your lip and nod, and that’s all Blitzø needs before he’s leaning up to catch your lips with his in a rough, hungry kiss. His tongue meets yours, his breath hot and sharp as it mingles with yours, and you sigh into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. You can feel his smirk still playing on his features, feel his hands take hold of the waistband of your shorts and underwear. There’s the sharp sound of fabric tearing and then his hand is cupping your cunt.

You whimper into his mouth as he slides a finger up between your labia and finds you clit. He kisses you again, his fangs catching your bottom lip before he pulls back. Blitzø waggles his eyebrows at you cockily before he lowers himself back onto his knees between your thighs.

“Look at you, all wet already,” he growls before his mouth is on your clit and you moan, bucking up as best you can without moving your injured leg. Blitzø hums a laugh into your cunt, the vibrations a heady teasing against your clit, and he wraps an arm around your thigh. He hooks your injured leg up over his shoulder, and you grab blindly at the back of the couch with one hand as he smooths his claws up the outside of your thigh. He tugs you further towards the edge of the couch, opening you up further to his tongue. “Fuck, always taste so fuckin’ good…”

He doesn’t know subtlety, and he doesn’t work you up slowly to the sensation of his tongue against your clit. No, Blitzø practically attacks your cunt with his mouth, a groan rolling through him and into your pussy in a way that makes your eyes roll back. When he slips finger up into you, you moan aloud, wrapping a hand around his horn and bracing the other on the couch so you can grind against his tongue.

“Shit, Blitz, fuck…” you can feel yourself already soaking, dripping onto the cushion beneath you whenever he pulls away to tease you with biting kisses to your thighs and hips. He sucks a possessive mark into your hipbone, lathing his tongue over the same spot just as he pushes another finger up into you. “Holy fuck!”

He snickers, flicking his forked tongue tauntingly over your clit again, eyes on your face. “Careful, whore, you’re gettin’ close to callin’ me a ‘god’ again.”

“I’m…” you pant, brow creasing as you screw your eyes shut as though it can help you focus on your words instead of the way he curves his fingers inside you. “…rehearsing. Big role coming up.”

You jerk as he sinks his teeth into your thigh. “Only thing fuckin’ cummin’ here is you.”

“Satan, that’s lame, Blit—” you break off with a loud, keening moan as Blitzø sucks your clit into his mouth and tortures it with his tongue, your eyes rolling back and your hand tightening so much on the couch cushion beneath you that you hear the threads pop. The heat inside you expands, tingling through your limbs and making your back arch, and Blitzø reaches up to grope at your chest, palming your breast through your t-shirt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, fuuuuuck…”

That heat clenches inside you and releases and you cum, hips lifting off the couch, your cast balanced against his back. Blitzø moans into your cunt as you soak his face, lapping at your clit relentlessly. He slows only enough to let you catch your breath, keeping you burning on that breathless precipice, too stimulated to come back down, but not enough to keep the orgasm rolling through you.

He releases your breast and you hear his zipper lower. Blitzø groans against you as he wraps a fist around the base of his cock, stroking himself with the same pace he finger-fucks you with. He’s muttering the filthiest sweet nothings into your pussy, each touch of his tongue against your clit sending sparks through you that make your body jerk.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, a thin trail of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “Blitz… please…”

“Fuck, that’s it, bitch,” he moans, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy to roll over your clit, his fist quickening around his erection. “Fuckin’ beg me for it, c’mon…”

“Please, baby…” you whine obediently, too far gone to care about how he’ll lord it over you as soon as you’re done. He pushes his tongue into your quivering cunt, eager, hungry for every part of you he can taste. You’re boneless against the couch except for the disjointed jerks of your hips into his face, your body chasing another release even as it finds it too overwhelming to continue. “Please, Blitz… fucking, God, please…”

He presses his fingers down on your clit just as he quickens them further and you cum again, eyes rolling back and your vision going white. Blitzø groans loudly, leaning back on his heels to watch your cunt throb and pulse, his fingers still moving over it ruthlessly. His eyes flicker up from your pussy to your face and he cums too, shouting a string of curses you don’t really understand through the endorphin-fueled haze leaking through your brain.

“Shiiiit…” he lets his head fall against your thigh, and you giggle breathlessly, punch-drunk. His shoulders shudder as he catches his breath, then his head snaps back up as though he were completely unaffected.

He rests his chin on your thigh, raising an eyebrow at you with a small smirk. “Feel better?”

You run a hand through your hair, and Blitzø watches the movement lift your breasts under your shirt. “About being stuck on the couch, or do you think your tongue somehow heals broken bones?”

“Bitch, my tongue is a fuckin’ miracle and you know it,” he shoots back, grinning against your leg as you laugh.

“I do feel more relaxed…” you admit.

“Fuck yeah, you do.”

“…But now the couch is all wet.”

His grin widens lasciviously. “Fuck yeah, it is.”

“Blitz.”

He rolls his eyes, unhooking your injured leg from his shoulder and setting your foot back on the coffee table with surprising care. He stands, making a show of tucking himself back into his jeans, winking at you when he doesn’t do them back up. “Alright, alright. Unclench that ass, sugartits, I’m on it.”

You raise a brow. “You are?”

“Yup.” he says, clapping his hands together before grabbing your crutches from where they’re propped against the coffee table. “You’re gonna take a bath, I’m gonna scrub your cum outta the couch—’

“Ew, Blitz!”

“—and then,” he continues pointedly. “You’re gonna go get all comfy in bed.”

You feel a smile twitch at the edge of your lips, surprised by your thoughtfulness. “Really?”

“Yup.” he says, popping the ‘p’. “And then we’re gonna see just how well you suck dick lyin’ down.”

You snort a laugh, shaking your head. “There it is!”

He grins widely, holding a hand out to help you up off the couch. “Fuckin’ right. Now get your ass up before I decide to make your crippled ass run this fuckin’ bath bullshit by yourself.”

[godbirdart]

You have so many cool OCs, tell me more about Turbatio. What's his deal? Is he like Octis' "parole officer" or something?

something like that, yes.

turbatio acts as a set of "eyes and ears" for asathanos; the overseer of hell.

octis and asathanos have an agreement going on and as part of that agreement asathanos put turbatio to the task of ensuring octis upholds his end of the deal;

turbatio is an intensely strong demon and not one octis can go up against due to his powers being confiscated, so while octis is stuck on the mortal plane turbatio spends his time loitering in the rafters of octis' cathedral. technically turbatio is doing his job, but even though that job is "bite octis' head off the second he steps out of line", turbatio's grown to enjoy badgering the bitter old man instead. he's simultaneously the guillotine dangling over octis' neck and the imp prodding him with a pitchfork for all eternity and octis resents him greatly for it.

personality-wise, turbatio's quite devious, cruel, and a smidge bit unhinged. he's a gargantuan opossum with the cackle of a hyena and a mane of rainbow-coloured flower petals. his ears have eyeballs that blink and move in tandem with his actual eyes. his head also can harmlessly pop off his body beneath the collar. it reattaches through magnetic hellmagic. he also has an indefinitely long tongue, which just adds to his unnerving nature.

even though the residents within the cathedral are large in part demons themselves, turbatio isn't friendly with any of them. he will nip himself a soul or two, mortal or otherwise, while octis isn't looking - sometimes for the sole purpose of making octis' job that much harder.

[midnight-ocean-dunes]

Devious Imp (Red Eye) 🌵👻🌵...

[eluminium]

spoilers for impulses latest episode and cleos blood on the clock tower round

but OH MY GOD IMPULSE IS SUCH A BADASS. HE PULLED HIS ROLE OFF BEAUTIFULLY. AND ITS SO THEMATICALLY PERFECT. IMPULSE GETTING THE IMP/DEMON ROLE WHILE BEING AN IMP/DEMON IN GENERAL FANON??? PERFECTO. IT WRITES ITSELF. THE NICE SWEET FATHERLY MAN IS THE FEARED DEMON, THE WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING.

AND THATS NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT HOW HE PLAYED. HOW DEVIOUS HE WAS. HOW THE FINAL CHALLANGE BETWEEN HIM AND VICTORY WAS HOW MUCH THE OTHER HERMITS COULD TRUST HIM. AND THE MAN SAID IT HIMSELF, WHO WOULDN'T TRUST THAT FACE???? BUT THEY WERE WRONG. HE TRICKED THEM. HE TRICKED THEM SO GOD DAMN HARD AND ANYTIME ANYONE WAS ON HIS TRAIL HE THREW 'EM OFF EVENTUALLY. ISKALL WAS ONTO HIM BUT EVENTUALLY VOTED WITH HIM AGAINST XISUMA! AND REN, WHILE BEING THE CLOSEST TO GETTING HIM, ADMITTED THAT IMPULSE GAVE A GOOD DEFENSE AND THAT HE WASN'T SO SURE. AND GOD, HE AND CUB HAD THAT FINAL ROUND IN THE BAG. THE EVIL TEAM WAS GURANTEED VICTORY THE MOMENT IMPULSE NOMINATED XISUMA. BECAUSE HE AND CUB WERE GONNA TIE IT NO MATHER WHAT. CUB AND IMPULSE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER MORE, THEY'RE SO QUICK WITTED AND ANALYTIC TOGETHER.

BUT WHAT IT REALLY SHOWS IS HOW IMPULSE CAN BE SO DANGEROUS BY SLIPPIN' UNDER THE RADAR AND ABSORBING INFORMATION TO TWIST FOR HIS BENEFIT. LIKE HOW HE KEPT PUSHING ON HYPNO'S OBSERVATIONS ABOUT HIS NEIGHBOURS BEING EVIL KNOWING FULL WELL THAT HYPNO WAS DETECTING CUB WHO WAS THE MINION. HE WAS SPEAKING TRUTH, AND THATS WHERE IMPULSE IS AT HIS MOST DANGEROUS. WHEN HE'S TECHNICALLY TELLING THE TRUTH, BUT HE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THAT TRUTH THEN YOU BELIEVE. MAN MAY BE A SHIT DIRECT LIAR, BUT TWISTING THE TRUTH? THATS HIS ELEMEMT. ITS LIKE IF 3RD LIFE WENT PERFECTLY FOR HIM INSTEAD OF HIM GETTING KARMICALLY PUNISHED IN THE MOST FITTING WAY.

GOD I'M NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME CHEMICALLY AFTER THIS. THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE OF THE THREAT THAT LIES BEHIND BEING KNOWN AS "THE NICE ONE." ITS A GORGEOUS SHOW OF HOW QUICK IMPULSE IS AND HOW MUCH DAMAGE HE COULD DO WITH JUST HIS DUMB SMILE AND SWEET VOICE AND HELPFUL DEMENOR. GOD. D A M N

[musashi]

havent used tumblr in 85 billion years but I had to send hit AA youtuber Wendy Rocket some fanart !!

(I imagined them as a little imp + fucked up the perspective sorry they look so short lol)

BANGING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE IN DELIGHT AND JOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE EVERYONE LOOK LOOK SOME LOVELY PERSON DREW FANART OF MY LIL TALKSPRITE!!! ITS ME!!!!!!

i love your style SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! what do i even focus on!!!!! they're so perfectly devious!!!!! and you drew my exact bodytype too?!?!?! that is literally what i look like in real life!!!

i got PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i should wear pants more. i look like a cool english professor. oh my god.

this is everything. i am so in love. thank you for making this lovely thing for me!!!!! i really want to revamp my art wall because i need this on there, like, asap. oh my god. i love you. i love you? thank you!

[mandareeboo]

It’s fascinating how the Goetia’s classism/racism actually protected Blitz for a while. The second Andrelphus found out that Blitz was using the grimoire to access the human world, they got in deep s**t quick. It’s obvious that to Andre (and to Stella but she has less of an excuse), Blitzø (if they even knew his name) was just the imp Stolas was f**king. If they bothered looking into him at all, this all would’ve happened so much sooner. Being beneath their notice actually worked out p well.

Second part because I wanna emphasize my point. Blitzø made a commercial with the grimoire! That’s probably non-canon since it was in the pilot but I don’t think he was being all that discreet on what he was doing. Maybe he just didn’t tell anyone *how* he was getting topside. But he’s still important! He’s the reason the first assassination of Stolas failed! The two of them should’ve looked into who was thwarting them. But I guess they realized by the second that they needed Stolas alive so… 🤷

I also think it's really funny how the rich propaganda made Satan assume Stolas was a fucking moron. Stolas implied he was using the grimoire (and IMP) to breech the world of man for some kind of devious reason and Satan asked zero (0) follow-up questions about that. "I'm sure whateva crimes you were doin' weren't TOO bad. Here's a short punishment for an immortal and a free pass to gtfo."

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Ukefication Of Stolas

Just as many people said that Vivziepop's writing is kind of like the worst of fanfiction tropes, I think one trope in particular is being invoked with Stolas is the Ukefication. It's a term where a character is devolved into a vulnerable and emotional character so they can be submissive to their partner and look more pitiful so you can feel sympathy for them and that they seek comfort in his significant other. A trait that can be seen with Stolas as the show goes on.

Let's go back to the pilot where although he's obsessed with Blitzo, he also can make demands of him and presents himself as someone who has his own agenda other than sex. He actually lives up to the persona of a demon lord and is unapologetic about his depravity. He's a guy who feels like he could be an antagonist if Blitzo gets on his bad side. The guy is truly someone who you should have a bit of fear for.

In the first episode, we do still see him more softer in voice but at the same time there is hint of that devious manipulator who can use Blitzo's situation to exchange more sex out of him. Noticeably, this would be the last time we see hints of his pilot immorality here. Mostly because of the questionable consent of the relationship. But again showing how he holds the cards in the relationship and Blitzo has to navigate his way to say in his favors.

Even though Stolas called in for protection from imp, it was merely an excuse to get close to Blitzo and he showed what he was capable of taking care of himself. It again shows that Stolas is a being capable of doing stuff himself but enjoys Blitzo's company due to his lusting over him.

Seriously, "Truth Seekers" we blatantly see Stolas being the one calling the shots and chaining Blitzo up. trying to show us that he feels trapped in this relationship even if later it would be shown he was the one who got it in Stolas' head they were a item. But again this demonstrates how unequal it feels and how everything seems to be out of his hand

In that same episode, we also see how much of a monster Stolas can be and that even though he's just a prince he still outmatches DHORKS who are slaughtered without any mercy.

I think where the shift happens is in the "Circus" where the established backstory of them being childhood friends was shown and we get more bad slash fanfiction tropes at us. He's also made way younger from an ancient demon who was a fallen angel to just a millennial parent in hell years. And we got this scene where Blitzo plays dominant seducer in order to get the book. We see Stolas be reluctant to sleep with him but gradually gets more into it when he misinterprets his move as being sexually enthusiastic. This is contrast as said before how Blitzo felt trapped when in reality he was the one who got the ball rolling and it shaves off the feeling of domination he previously was tormented by. A

Also the "Circus" finally confirmed Stella had always been abusive and still was in his life because she wanted to torment him. And even though it would have been interesting for her character showing she was always bad, the way they portray it is just so boing that it feels more like derailed characterization in a fanfiction rather than any smart writing. And again it feels like the childhood friend thing just to make Stolas more sympathetic and woobify him due to fans noticing how crappy he comes off as. It's also made to make Stolitz look better in comparison and make him into this sad owl man who just needs someone like Blitzo to finally accept him.

This ukefication can also be seen in how in "Seeing Stars" he mentions how weak he is in the human world when we previously saw him practically at full power without the grimoire and it comes off more of an excuse to make him seem less of a powerhouse and more of a vulnerable person to "relate" to and for him to fawn over Blitzo as he does stuff.

Again in Western Energy they pull out any bs excuse in order to make him be in danger from Striker. This gets annoying that even if he's not one hundred percent based the actual Stolas it again is annoying see someone named after a demon lord be such a wimp in order to damsel him in the episode. And again even more embarrassing it's from one of the lower class demands like an imp. I know they said it's' blessed ropes but you would think that imp would be affected handling that as well if they weren't careful. And even then it should be more difficult taking on a goetia which are said to be very dangerous demons in demonology.

Finally we get Stolas in the last scene after being badly hurt by Striker he has numerous injuries from being stabbed and beaten up. Again he really looks not like the Demon Lord in the pilot but more like those slash doujins you see online. He really was wussified for this ship and to make him into this big teddy bear the fans can feel sorry for even though we know he's capable. And again make Blitzo feel sorry for not being there when was kidnapped.

Overall, as season two has gone on we really see how wussified/ukeficated Stolas has become. He not only has that air of being a great demon to not mess with, but just this more pitiful puppy that is pampered by the creator because of their favored ship. She wants to sell this by making Stolas this poor baby that can't do wrong and is weaker and vulnerable than he looks. It really is sad how a character with so much character is taken down to indulge in an obnoxious romance.

[ticklishfizzy]

Helluva Boss Tickle Headcannons

Have some headcannons because I'm bored Blitzo -DEVIOUS LER -Main targets are Moxxie and Fizz (after they made up) -If he’s in a ler mood you need to RUN (luckily it doesn’t happen often) -Loves to chase -Loves to sneak up on Moxxie and tickle him while claiming it’s “just a hug, what’s so funny?” -Favorite teases have to do with his lee’s laugh/reactions -”Oh, is this a bad spot? Too bad!” -Very giggly lee -Has a very giggly and bubbly laugh when tickled, a big contrast to his usual snarky and sarcastic cackles -Main lers are Stolas, Moxxie and Fizz -Favorite ler is Moxxie but won’t admit it to save his life -Will never outright say he’s in a lee mood, but if you know him well enough you can tell -He’ll lay across a ler’s lap with his shirt slightly exposing his tummy -Or he’ll instigate a tickle fight just to have someone get revenge -Worst spot is his knees, he’ll go into hysterics if they’re squeezed -Can say the word but it’s embarrassing so he’d rather not Stolas -Very teasy ler -My man has feathers all over him you think he’s not going to use them to torture his lee? -Main targets are Blitzo and Octavia -Gets his target into a lee mood then makes them ask for it  -”I don’t know what you want, darling, you’ll have to tell me~” -Only tickles Octavia with consent, Blitzo isn’t so lucky (not that he minds) -Isn’t ticklish, much to Blitzo’s disappointment. Millie -Absolutely loves to tickle Moxxie when he’s upset or stressed out -Loves to tease -Flusters the hell out of Moxxie and enjoys every minute of it -Likes to point out how flustered he gets around the word -”Awww, hun, it’s just a word! Tickle tickle tickle! Awwwww look at that blush!” -Loves to give raspberries -Not very ticklish but her neck gets a few giggles out of her -Moxxie is the only person who can tickle her without getting hurt Moxxie -Very rare for him to ler -Mainly only ler to Millie and Blitzo if he’s being extra annoying or upset -Can’t say the word even when he’s ler -THE BIGGEST LEE IN HELL OMG -The cutest laugh in history -Main lers are Millie and Blitzo -Favorite ler is Millie -Cannot ask for tickles to save his life -Cannot handle teasing but loves it at the same time -THE CUTEST LIL SNORTS IF YOU GET HIM GOOD AGHHHH -Worst spot is his tummy but he’s ticklish basically everywhere -Won’t ask his ler to stop until he literally can’t breathe and has to tap out -Can you tell who my favorite character is? Octavia -Cannot ler to save her life -Main lers are Stolas and Loona -Hates her laugh but her ler will reassure her it’s adorable -Blushes very easily -Worst spot is her tummy -Raspberries will send her into hysterics Loona -Octavia’s favorite ler -100% tickles Octavia when she’s sad or particularly angsty -Big fan of using raspberries -Not really fond of babytalk but she will tease the living shit out of her lee -”Oh wow, I never knew someone could be this ticklish, how do you survive?” -Not ticklish anywhere except behind her ears -Blitzo is the only one who knows this

Asmodeus -OMG THIS MAN IS A LER 100% -Only to Fizz though -Loves to use petnames in his teases -”Aww~ Is my little fizzy frog ticklish here?” -Gentle tickles, then big raspberries out of nowhere just to throw his lee off their game -THE KING OF BABYTALK OMGGG -He’s a rooster and 100% uses his feathers to his advantage -Bigger and stronger than Fizz so pinning him is super easy -As soon as his lee says anything close to stop he’s cuddling them and asking is he went too far -Only ticklish on his hips -May or may not have accidentally hit Fizz the first time he was tickled -IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED AFTER BECAUSE HE WILL NOT HURT HIS FIZZY FROG -Doesn’t particularly like being tickled but he loves everything Fizz does so he enjoys it nonetheless Fizzarolli -Crazy ler -100% uses his robot arms to pin his lee -Main target is Blitzo but if he’s feeling brave he’ll go for Asmodeus -Definitely has been kicked in the face before by a certain imp -Lovesssss to tease and babytalk his lee -”Aww~ Is the wittle baby too tickwish? Can he not handle the tickle tickle tickles?” -Second place to Moxxie for cutest lee -Main lers are Asmodeus and Blitzo -Ticklish literally everywhere but his worst spot is his spine and upper back -CANNOT HANDLE BACK/SHOULDER MASSAGES -Asmodeus found out he was ticklish after offering to give him a massage after a hard day -Blushy and giggly lee -Like all you have to do is wiggle your fingers in his direction and he’s blushing and giggling up a storm -100% will retaliate and get revenge tenfold -Use his own teases against him and he will die -Tell him how much it’s gonna tickle and he will also die Did I forget someone? Probably. I’m tired.