#muse; Moxxie

[toranoya]

A night to remember

The neon lights of Hell’s cityscape glowed dimly through the haze of sulfur and smoke as Moxxie stumbled down the cracked pavement. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson—not from Hell’s natural heat, but from the contents of the bottle dangling precariously in his hand. The sharp tang of whatever questionable liquor he’d bought from the latest bar still lingered on his tongue.

The Imp wobbled on his feet, his usually sharp, sarcastic demeanor replaced with a rare, uninhibited softness. His tie was askew, his usual polished composure unraveling with every step. Before he realized it, Moxxie found himself standing in front of Blitzø's apartment door. How he got there was a mystery—perhaps a drunken instinct or the undeniable magnetic pull Blitzø seemed to have on his life. Either way, Moxxie wasn’t about to turn back now.

He knocked—or rather, pounded—on the door with an exaggerated flourish, slurring, "Blitz! Open up! Yer… yer boss needs me… no, wait, I need you…" The past week since Millie’s death he had been trying so hard to keep it together, still showing up on time for work, albeit a little hung over. But tonight the drink was talking. Tonight Blitz would see just how wasted Moxx had been getting the last few nights. Anything to forget. Anything to avoid going to an empty home…

[@boszbichblitzo

[prowlerzpatch]

my gender identity is of such little import that i forgor to ever mention it. uhhh im transgender as fuck ya'll

[speedierthanasubmarine]

I decided to watch helluva boss and imma do 2 separate posts for seasons 1 and two (why did I write it like that…?)

Season one

God I love this show. The writing is way more my speed than Hazbin hotel on Amazon, I enjoyed the writing in the pilot, but once Amazon took over the humor just didn’t really land for me, and tbh the plot took over and I started focusing more on that, and in general I’m more partial to the rapid fire YouTube dry comedy and this sentence is a friggin mess- I found HB SO FREAKIN FUNNY

Dude when he goes “FUCK, a new hole” I lost it

“Just try and sue us”

“We’re rich and we’re hot”

“I can just buy all the things!”

“You should commit die”

“Hehe, Trumpet!”

These are just my kinda lines, I don’t know how to explain it, I was wheezing all throughout the season

The music OH LORD when I say I’ve listened to stolas’s lullabye, lulu land, cotton candy, and house of ozmodius like 100000 times I’m… exaggerating but like you get the point the music here is friggin fantastic I also really like how a lot of the music is diegetic, I think that’s a fun touch. I don’t remember whether this is the case in Hazbin, but in this one it was like… I don’t know, it made sense that they were singing when they were singing… am I articulating myself well? I don’t care, iykyk if not, no prob

The animation is great, Viv loves them spinny shots and I am here for it. The amount of genuinely amazing action scenes is super impressive, and even the chill scenes have a ton of personality

The voice acting might be what steals the show for me, idrk anyone’s names cept Alex Brightman but BLITZS VA NEEDS AN AWARD, also slight tangent but I don’t know what it is with stolas’s va but he sounds a lot like a bird in the same sense that Gary Oldman sounded a lot like a bird in Kung Fu Panda 2, what is it that casting directors recognize in actors that screams bird?! Because both of these men are just SO BIRD DOES ANYONE GET WHAT I MEAN moving on, Ozzie’s voice was also effing PERFECT it slid silkily over me like… silk butter or smtg it was the perfect lust voice, I loved it. Everyone else was also great, but they were extra great.

It was also just so fun? Like in hazbin there’s very little just… shenanigans to enjoy, nothing wrong with that because it’s not that type of show, whereas this season is jam packed with them. Like I’ve heard that everyone hated episode 4, but like I don’t know I loved it😆 I just found it to be good old fashioned chicanery, and I liked the chaos and stupidity of it, made for some entertaining TV. This story engine is just mad entertaining for me.

I also enjoyed the writing of most of the characters (Millie, Moxxie, Loona, and Octavia still leave a bit to be desired imo, but whatever, they can’t all be winners and there’s nothing wrong with them) Blitz kinda reminds me of a Barney Stinson type character, which I really enjoy, and I also really like how his boss persona kinda infects everything he does while simultaneously being what’s screwing him over, his nature is kinda like a snake swallowing its own tail, which is tragic and beautiful, and Stolas compliments him well by being, not an enabler, but… I don’t know a clever way to say this… Stolas is a wreck in the best way and he just works. He’s short sighted, like extremely so, like how he thinks sleeping with Blitz will fill his emotional void so he does it but it just drives them further apart so it’s like he’s in a hole and in order to get out he’s gonna dig to pile up dirt so he can climb out but he’s an idiot and that’s a stupid idea and I loved his whole arc. Very enjoyable stuff drama.

Kinda random but whoever Viv’s foli artist is also deserves an award, the sound effects in this show are pristine and it’s incredible (yes I’ve seen the scene where the gun sounds go off a few seconds too late, and yeah, mistakes happen, but every bone crunch sounds and other stuff like that being so enunciated in an indie show is extremely impressive)

Anyhoo, very fun, very emotional, nice to look at, very funny, yada yada- altogether great season 1.

[sinfully-divine]

"Care to take a seat, sugar? ♥ "

[fat-slobby-hunks]

Wet dream for Alastor: squished down to imp height, stuck in a mansion as a helplessly obese plaything for a jarryingly hunky Alastor height version of Moxxie.

The radio demon tossed and turned In his sleep or as much as he could in the old chair he used for his long stints in his radio tower. His teeth were clenched and his brow tight with beads of sweat going down his head.

He was an overlord and despite having horrendous self doubt and consciousness about his weight he for the most part he had been able to hide it from the denizens of hell. However that doubt and fears of his glorious and bloody reputation being ruined had slowly began to creep their way into his dreams. Swirling in his own thoughts the demon soon found himself drifting off into his subconscious.

A carriage ride, through a bleak forest. The backdrop for his minds latest concoction of torment. Sitting in his seat gazing out the windows Alastor sighed as he watched the macabre scenery fly by. That was until his nose began to burn and his chest felt heavy.

"Cough.... Ugh! What is that?" Alastor hacked and wretched, his eyes burning as a thick black smoke filled the air flooding the compartment. With little to do he shot up from his seat forcing his way through cloud till he came to the cabin door and flung it open. Jumping from the still moving carriage he heard a familiar snap as the enchanted corset he used to compress his weird gave and his true weight piled on to him.

"I'm going to have that designer hanging by his entrails when I get back to the hotel." He said whining and cringing in slight pain from the fall. "Where in the hell am I?" He asked fanning away what little smoke remained his eyes would catch the sight of a large mansion in the distance slightly illuminated by lantern light lining a path towards the mysterious estate.

"Perhaps they have a phone..." he muttered to himself carefully making his way up the creaking steps towards the door. "Damn door, how heavy is this thing?" Alastor cursed feeling his entire body go into opening the black and gold door. It was like he was having his strength sapped just by touching it. "Blasted door OPEN!" Her roared tentacles flowing from beneath his coat shoving the door open allowing him to march through. What he didn't realize was his own body was caught against the frame keeping him from moving through.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Alastor yelled his surroundings fuzzy and bizarrely obscured. This dream was getting to him already and it showed by the furious face plastered across his cheeks.

"My... what have we here? A puny sinner entering MY manor?"

A booming voice called out from a top a massive staircase. "Puny? How dare you!" Alastor roared trying to retort the mysterious being but found his knees trembling... was he scared?

"Hmm... you seem confused, mistaking yourself for some kind of threat?" The being smirked stepping down from the staircase revealing a colossal imp muscle bound and dressed in a pinstripe suit and half a theater mask to cover his face. "Why don't you take a look at your TRUE self?" Moxxie laughed demonic magic welling his palms as the entire mansion shifted at his whim. Alastor was clasped by invisible hands holding him in place, gripping his fattened body and toying with every roll, flabby thighs and sinking their hands into his flesh. He watched the sinner thrash and fight back against his grip to no avail, showing him his new form would shatter that fragile self imagine. Then they could get to the fun~.

A mirror was placed infront of Alastor and in the reflection he saw a short fattened version of himself wider than he was tall with the vast majority of his weight shoved to his hips and ass. "What... what is this? This illusion!" Alastor spat his body contorting to match the reflection shrinking and fattening up even more as Moxxie man handled him.

"It's You, all that compression shifted your body into this form. Isn't it cute? So much better for your new position as a guest here." Moxxie said a snake like tongue flicking out of his lips as he gripped Alastor by the wrist holding the shortstack sinner close and making sure he got a good look at the flabby half pint he'd become. "And I don't EVER plan on letting my new toy go." Moxxie grinned as Alastor thrashed in his grip his free hand worked its way under Alastors gut feeling the plump fat pad that had grown beneath it. He squeezed it watching as the all might radio demon's face twisted into a look of humiliation and ecstasy.

Lighting would crash striking a nearby tree and the dream would come to an end, Alastor in a cold sweat would wake up his eyes glowing with fear and something else... scanning his surroundings shadowy hands and tendrils washed over the entire radio tower checking every inch of it for perceived threats. His hands went to his chest finding his corset still intact underneath his suit and his body still in its usual shape. "A dream... it was a dream..." Alastor gasped trying to compose himself on the floor of the studio having fell out of his chair during his nightmare.

"Then why do I feel..." he paused before reaching back to unfasten his corset allowing his body to breath and with a low exhale he allowed his fat to release turning the slender sinner into a hulking obese hunk. His cheeks red he didn't realize the strain this ordeal had on his body. His trousers which he tried to keep in perfect condition were stained. Perhaps deep down there was some truth to the words his subconscious threw at him?

The end ...

Verdict?

5. Had an orgasm in their sleep

[helluva-hazbins]

@brokendreamscreation asked:

OH! It’s his lizard friend! Clawed talons scrape against the pavement as the feathery white and blue dragon makes his way towards Moxxie. Lucid rumbles happily, tail swinging to and fro, knocking over garbage cans and smacking into the side of a several vehicles, setting their alarms off.

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Having just been in the middle of some conversation going on between himself and his collegues, a ruckus causes his head to turn in search of it's source. Not expecting the sight he's in for.

A reptilian, blue scaled and feathered beast rampaging in a trajectory pathway directly towards himself. Why is it set on him? He doesn't have time to figure any answer to that, his tail whips and draws in closer to him as he puts his arms up in self-defense. "Oh crumbs. Oh crumbs. Oh crumbs!" He should reach for a gun, he should fight back but he still hasn't gotten over feeling bad for unknowing and possibly innocent types. Was he really being attacked. They'd just dealt with a much larger dragon not too long ago, what were the odds?!

[toranoya]

"You, I recognize you." His eyes focused on Moxxie, pointing his cane in his direction. "So, you're the one that's going up above and causing a mess hmm?"

Moxxie straightens his posture, clearly intimidated but trying his best to hold his ground. His tail flicks nervously as he adjusts his tie, looking up at Lucifer with wide, startled eyes. Oh crumbs. Why did he have to be confronted by the King of Hell, shouldn’t it be Blitz? Crumbs crumbs crumbs.

"Ah, uh… yes, sir, that would be me," Moxxie admits with a nervous chuckle, glancing briefly at the cane pointed at him. "Though, to be fair, 'mess' might be a bit of an overstatement! I was simply… investigating! You know, for the greater good! Cleaning up the real mess, if you will!"

He clasps his hands behind his back, visibly sweating now. "And if I might add, it’s all very under control. No harm, no foul! Heh…" His smile falters, and he takes a half-step back. "…Right?"

[remnantsouls]

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[twistedeuphoria]

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[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@sharp-shooter-no-more-moxxie continued from X

"Oh I'm certain you would~" Shame it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Poor thing.

"While that would certainly be a perk, the summer season overall is still horrendous. How can I possibly enjoy any view if I'm melting?"

[sinfully-divine]

"Hello, sugars~ Hope you don't mind my appearance~ Need to get back into the game."

[fat-slobby-hunks]

He misses Halloween already

[helluva-hazbins]

@museicbox

"Sir, if we fail to pick up more clients this month we won't meet our quota and that will leave us severely in the red, what do you propose we do?" For now he was asking calmly, but the numbers really weren't looking good, the possible loss was edging at his nerves.

[toranoya]

A glass for two

@remnantsouls

The dim, smoky haze of the Hellhound’s Howl bar did little to brighten Moxxie’s already somber mood. Neon red and purple lights flickered weakly, struggling to illuminate the chipped wood tables and torn leather booths. The bar’s patrons were rowdy tonight, demons laughing too loudly, glasses clinking, and arguments breaking out in corner shadows. Moxxie sat at the far end of the bar, hunched over a glass of something fiery and amber that burned going down.

He hadn’t been here in a long time—Millie never liked this place. Said it reeked of regret and bad choices. She wasn’t wrong. But regret and bad choices felt like close friends tonight.

Moxxie’s grip tightened around his glass as his thoughts turned back to her. Millie. His Millie. Her laughter that could light up the darkest parts of Hell. The way she held his hand, squeezing just enough to remind him he wasn’t alone. And the way she fought—fierce and unyielding, a whirlwind of love and fury that no one could stand against.

Until they could.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat choking him more than the alcohol ever could. Another sip. Another burn. It wasn’t enough.

“Refill?” the bartender grunted, a hulking demon with horns curling like ram’s horns.

Moxxie nodded silently, sliding the empty glass across the counter. The bartender poured him another without a word, the liquid sloshing slightly as the bottle tipped. Moxxie stared at it, his reflection distorted in the amber depths. He lifted the glass but paused, his hand trembling slightly.

"To Millie," he muttered under his breath, so soft it was almost swallowed by the bar’s noise. He knocked back the drink in one go, slamming the glass onto the counter. The burn brought tears to his eyes, though it wasn’t just the liquor.

[cxdemusings]

Alrighty.

Two more fresh and hot Helluva Boss Muses for ya!!

[botanikos]

moxxie and stolas playing scrabble with classical music playing softly in the bg. uvu that is all