#poor moxxie

[this-fine-day]

Moxxie really be the most serenaded character in all of Helluva Boss. Everyone wants a piece of him.

[anothergameofwickedgrace]

I have some questions.

Not sure Moxxie wants answers.

[liongrl321]

look at what i found on google lol

these is the same picture lmao

i dont usually like to repost things but i had to

this is such a cool parallel

[werewolfbarbie]

There's gonna be a team up, I just know it.

HOW IN THE JET-ENGINED FLYING FUCK DID THEY MAKE A CHARACTER THAT'S WORSE THAN FUCKING STELLA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[birdy-babe]

The funniest part of the “Stolas joins IMP” theory is the fact that, if and when it happens, Moxxie is gonna be SO PISSED when Stolas gets employee of the month for the 3rd month in a row for being “a very valuable member of the company” but Stolas doesn’t even know what email is

[bunny-is-cute]

What does “birth sin” mean? Like from what Ring they’re from?

I guess so since Millie and Moxxie were seen fighting (Wrath) and Loona was pigging out (Gluttony)

[sleepyicon]

blitz was selfish af for not letting millie carry out the job just bc it reminded him of his imaginary family with stolas. it’s fucking sinsmas let her get paid.

[doodle-empress66]

ALWAYS KNEW AND ALWAYS SAID HE FELT LEFT OUT IN THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT!!!

[sallieraptor]

first of all

[cthulhuwritesstuff]

Leave him alone, it was cold and he can’t perform under pressure !

Look at his focused little frown and the DYI IMP patch on his jacket, just look at it

He is so helpless gods I can’t

[werewolfbarbie]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

UHM CAN YOU KNOCK?!

BONUS 4.5 - BONUS 4.9 - Part 5

[drama-glob]

I just love how Stolas looks so worried/scared as Moxxie and Millie fight. He is genuinely concerned/off-putted by all the violence and his pupils turning into pinpricks further showcases that. ;) Stolas certainly embodied Wrath later though when he took on Andrealphus (and rightfully so because that icy peacock deserved it and so much more ;) ).

I took the screenshot to capture Stolas's horrified expression, Moxxie's cute, happy one and the fact Blitz is sticking out his tongue just like Fizz, which is adorable; plus, Blitz calling his team "Chuckle-f*cks" cracks me up so hard. XD XD XD

[araminakilla]

I don't want to be rude but SHUT UP.

SHUT. UP!

Viv liked this tweet. Could it be possible? Is there a little chance we are going to see Striker working for Crimson and his shark mafia (if Crim gets more sharks)

I don't know what to say but... yes! Bring it on. I wanna see the interactions of these two imps.

I wanna see Crimson TRY and want to have Striker's horns for trophies when all collapses... only for him to utterly FAIL.

[justanotherhh]

me: dammit stolas you can't just walk away from someone who's struggling to connect with you, even if they're doing so through the poorly processed means of yelling insults, you've gotta give them time to work through it and not need to control everything

also me: [is aware that i also need to engineer situations to go perfectly and if someone started yelling at me i too would immediately get triggered and leave the situation and cry and if i had portal-making powers would yeet them to another continent, never mind just outside the door]

[insert-funny-name-here69]

Here’s the angst if you wanna read it:

TW: child abuse, abuse, homelessness, starvation, Crimson, implied character death,(let me know if I should add anymore warnings)

Moxxie knowlastname wasn’t a bad kid, he tried his best. But sometimes that wasn’t enough, sometimes his father, Crimson, still got mad at him, sometimes Moxxie would still get punished even if he didn’t mean to. His father was angry again, Moxxie couldn’t remember what for, but he grabbed him by his sweater and berated him.

“You piece of SHIT, you can’t listen to me for five fucking seconds can you? You had no problems with your broad of a mother!” Crimson pulled Moxxies face closer to his, “What do I need to do? Hit you more? Cause I can do that you piece of sh-”

Moxxie, out of instinct, kicked him away. He didn’t want to be hurt… not again, he didn’t like getting hurt. He stumbled backward landing on the floor with his back against the wall.

“So, finally think you’re tough enough to fight back against your old man, huh?” Crimson questioned.

“N-no, p-please dad I’m sor- '' was all Moxxie was able to get out before he felt Crimsons hands enclose around his throat.

“I can’t believe you would try to hurt me. My own son, do you know how much that hurts Mox?” Crimson said, sounding as if he was pained. “I oughta teach you a lesson!”

Moxxie felt himself being thrown across the room and into a coffee table, knocking it over. He felt his side get bruised against the antique furniture as he collapsed onto the floor. He felt his scalp get pulled by his hairs as Crimson gripped Moxxie’s sideburns in his clenched fist.

��This will be a lesson you won't soon forget you little brat!” Crimson said as he raised Moxxies head above the coffee table, and brought it down with all his might. Moxxie clenched his eyes shut, anticipating pain to start radiating from his head.

Moxxie’s vision was blurred when he opened his eyes again. He reached up to feel his head to assess the damage but there was none… then he reached higher to his left horn and gripped the base then slowly felt his way up the horn. Right before the point where his horn started to curve, it cut off to two jagged tips. His father broke his horn… all the bruises, scratches, and cigar burns would go away… eventually, but this… this was permanent, you can't undo breaking someone's horn.

“Does he really hate me this much?” Was the only thing Moxxie was able to think, as tears began to build up in his eyes. His mom would never let this happen, she would’ve stopped Crimson. But she was gone, because of him….

“Men don’t cry in this house, Mox.” Crimson growled, “What did I tell you I’d do if I ever caught you crying again?”

Moxxie’s eyes widened with fear. “N-no, P-please!” was all Moxxie could get out before his father grabbed him by his sweater and started to drag him to the front door. He fought for his life trying as hard as he could to escape his fathers grasp, tears pouring down his face, as he begged crimson to stop. He kicked and pulled with all his might until he tore his sweater, leaving him on the ground with a long sleeve white button up, dress pants and fingerless gloves. Crimson grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him forcefully to the door. He proceeds to violently swing it open and grabs Moxxie with both hands as he quite literally throws him out of the house and onto the sidewalk.

“AND DON'T COME BACK TILL YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON!” His father roared.

All Moxxie could do was look at who he thought was his father with pleading eyes. Moxxie’s head was rushing through thoughts as he heard the nicest words his father ever told him:

“Happy 6th birthday ya little shit.” He said right before he slammed the door leaving Moxxie to the horrors of the Greed ring.

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[2 Days later]

It was cold, dark, and the loneliness was suffocating in the crime ridden streets of the Greed ring. Moxxie found himself in some random alleyway hiding behind a dumpster. The only source of comfort he had was the sheet of newspaper he laid on. He was dressed in the same white button up, dress pants and fingerless gloves he was thrown out in. Difference being he was adorned with cuts and bruises, covered in dirt and dust and was tired. You would think, even in greed, he would be given some leeway. He didn’t expect to be helped, no… that would never happen in Greed. But he would never imagine that someone would actually try to mug a child, and when the man found out Moxxie had nothing to give… he was punched. Hard. Not enough to knock him out but enough for him to writhe in pain.

His body ached from the abuse he suffered, from Crimson and Greed alike. He could feel the plethora of bruises and scratches he had. He was so, so tired and just wanted this nightmare to be over. But he was too hungry to sleep, in the 2 days he was on the street he was unable to find anything to eat. Satan, his stomach hurt, he would squeeze his stomach if he had the energy, but he was just too malnourished. He tried to drink the rainwater he found dripping from the rooftops of Greed, but it was too murky, the texture of the water was disgusting. He tried to swallow the water but his mouth wouldn’t let him, it just sat there before his body made him spit it out.

And now he laid in back of some bumfuck alleyway in the middle of Greed. He had no one, and no one wanted him, he was just some wimpy imp that didn’t even know how to fight or stand up for himself. The closest thing he had to a friend was the crumpled sheet of newspaper that he used as a bed to protect him from the cold and wetness of the asphalt, if only a little.

His eyes grew tired as he laid in the cold, whether he was falling asleep or dying, he didn’t care… he just wanted this nightmare to be over. His eyes fluttering shut, numbness engulfing his body, as he laid there accepting his fate. Absolutely nothing could make this worse.

At that exact moment he was snapped back to reality when a heavy object slammed against his eye. “OW!” He yelped in pain, as he instinctively grabbed at his newly black eye. He couldn’t take it anymore the abuse, the cold, the loneliness. He laid on his side, curled into a ball, and started to whimper and soon enough he started to cry he thought he couldn’t anymore. The last few days were, well, hell for him, he thought he cried out all his tears hours ago when he gave up on… everything. His tears were the only sound he focused on so he didn’t notice the clacking of heels slowly approaching him.

“Are you okay?” He heard a worried sounding voice say. The way the voice spoke, it was nice, calming, and sweet sounding. Almost like… his mother was back. Back for him, ready to take him away to someplace safe, where they could live happily forever. But he knew that was just a fantasy so he looked up, and he saw a woman with a look on her face. It wasn’t disgust, frustration, or even pity, she was looking at him with sympathy. Was she actually feeling sympathy for him?

She wore a red tuxedo jacket with a black bowtie and black dress pants, she had pure white skin except for her makeup and red circles on her cheeks. Moxxie was bewildered and took a few moments to process the sight in front of him.

It felt like eternity for both of them before he finally spoke, “What?” he asked in nonbelief.

She spoke slightly louder thinking he must not have heard her, “Are you okay?”

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Run :3

[theadhddimsenion]

we’ve done a lot of theories on how the internal plot lines of hell will develop but let’s not ignore the earth based plot lines and how they might tie into the greater story.

my guess is that Andy and Stella’s screw ups won’t stop at just making a scene at the harvest moon festival and ruining a crop but the coming invasion of hell by the dhorks is going to be pinned on them as vassago cleverly points out that such things would have never happened under stolas’s watch. Andy might try to pin the blame on stolas for alerting the humans to their existence by giving the imp the book but this time the “guilty until proven innocent” court system turns on him and he has no real proof that stolas’s actions are linked to the human invasion beyond his, Stella’s or strikers word which is far from enough or even trustworthy.

now the imp population is throughly pissed off! Because in the span of a few weeks to a month a pair of blue blooded pricks had not only tried to execute one of them for daring to do something other than serve them, (stolas’s had allegedly) manipulated and abused the one who was on the chopping block, Stella had caused a massive public scene with her usual bullshit, Andy had fucked up the years harvest causing a good shortage and had even led the humans right to them which had gotten several (relatively) innocent hellborn killed and now it’s almost impossible for the nobles to ignore the fact that this time the imps wouldn’t be put down as easily and now they had a leader and the angelic weapons needed to do some real damage!!

as I said in my last post this all leads to paimon trying to bribe his son into selling out blitz but failing miserably and being forced to remarry his Version of Stella.

now everything is in chaos! The ruling class of hell has few options left and those are ether destroy all of impkind which even if they can would mean the complete destruction of hells main source of labor, they can give up their power which will never happen, or there is one last option that none of them particularly like and that is giving into the lower classes demands and actually making good leadership decisions.

finally for the first time ever the ruling class of hell is forced to surrender and wave the 🏳️ and while they would rather die or see all of impkind dead before they give up their power entirely they at least are forced to give the imps (and hounds) the ability to climb up the ranks like any other demon in hell which prevents further civil war.

During this arc I can definitely see bee and Ozzie subtly sabotaging the war plan of the other sins due to them being more sympathetic to the so called “enemy” than the other sins.

Perhaps we could have moxxie taking control of his fathers mob after killing his rat shit of a dad to further bolster the ranks of revolution.

this could tie into the Octavia rescue episode as well as after hearing about blitz and his found family take on a get one over on none other than the king of the goetia himself than this could further radicalize the lower classes.

perhaps in a poetic way of justice satan sentences Stella and Andy to the same punishment stolas got but for much longer as a way of appeasing the downtrodden of hell. It’s not just ironic because they get the same thing stolas got but for the opposite reason stolas’s was punished, stolas was punished because the upper class wanted to pin the blame on someone and make the issue go away but now the two of the biggest symptoms of the classist system are being punished as a desperate means to appease the very lower classes they looked down on. In short stolas and blitz were made into scapegoats to deflect blame from the upper class and now Stella and Andy get the same treatment. What goes around comes around as they say.

perhaps the food shortage problem and Stella and Andy’s jackassery at the harvest moon festival could be a way to tie Millie’s family into the plot.