#stolas...you know how to pick em

[sadhornydemons]

Running into your crush decades later and one of first things you ask him:

And his response?

[cosmic--dandelion]

Next time you're listening to "Look My Way" and fighting back tears at the sheer scope and beauty of the song, remember that Stolas is sobbing and absolutely pouring his heart out about this guy:

[stolasgoeita]

Lucifer was a lot of things but willing to stand by and let abuse happen wasn't one of em. So when he learned about this whole thing he knew he'd have to step in. Calls up on of the few people he considers a friend. "Hey Stolas...how are you holding up?"

Stolas was sitting as his desk in his office when he saw he was receiving a call from Lucifer. He hadn’t talked to the king in a while. He picked up the phone. “Hello Lucifer, I’m doing okay. Just trying to get through this divorce alive.” He didn’t know if the king knew about Stella trying to kill him, but he had been a lot more cautious when he went out

[kawaii-butt-crust-core]

Random HB headcanons / thoughts I guess

(tw for some sexual mentions and cursing )

Mammon fucking HATES jingle bell rock

Asmodeus sending fizz "send this to someone you love!" Type of videos and fizz sends shit like this

Just the thought that asmodeus ( the embodiment of lust ) believes love is not love without consent is honestly a great detail

Also thinking about how fizzarolli has eyebags

Millie can use a bow and arrowwwww

I think the human versions of blitzø and his family are indigenous, idk the nose and the skin tone, it might be a long shot but I like the idea yk

Also love seeing indigenous characters

Stolas loving outer space that's canon right

Imagine him as a kid just reading a shit ton of books about space and in any occurrence it's brought up now you know how the universe is going to end

Blitzø: I just need space-

Stolas: SPACE???????

I think after Octavia gets out of her super angsty teenager phase ( do not come after me I know it's more than an angsty "mom leave me alone I wanna be famous" thing, I'm kidding ) she would really like indie music

Like indie rock if that makes any sense

" with ♥️ from Ozzie " ON EVERYTHING OZ GIVES FIZZ URGAJF

I'm sorry but there neeeeeddsss to be more Millie appreciation

I kinda wish there was an episode that centers around her yk ?

Do you think imps nipples are white too like scars and freckles or am I weird

Ozzie posting on everything " YES THE RUMORS ARE TRUE THIS IS MY FUCKING SOULMATE" because for some reason there was a lot of controversy and debate if it was real or not

Then next to it it's a picture of him and fizz

People were PISSED

I thought mamom was played by bluey's dad bandit if I'm being completely honest I'm so sorry

Millie is spider man moxxie is hello kitty

Stella likes soup. What is she eating now? Oh some fucking soup. What's wrong with her icecub- SHE FROZE THE SOUP TO MAKE ICE CUBES-

Loona has a very bad picking at her skin habit, not really with her face but with her legs and arms ( human form obviously )

I LOVE HOW MUCH BLITZØ LOVES LOONA IM SORRYYYY

Fizz posting " FUCK ALL OF YOU" on all of his socials , deleting everything ( especially the sexually explicit things )

I think being a part of the circus is equivalent to trailer trash in hell

I mean look at em

I love it

Human form Ozzie would have THE MOST luscious hair ever

This image just says so much about them as a pair it kills me

The way the animators just go above and beyond is just amazing to me

How did fizzarolli get the 2 minutes notice thing planned so quickly...........

" IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪 IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪🤞🏼"

Fizz over sharing as a teenager ( not projecting )

THAT ONE SCENW QITH STOLAS MOVING STELLAS HAND LITERALLY MADE MY FUCKING JAW DROP HOLY SHIT

HES LITERALLY TAKING BACK HIS LIFE

fizz really thought in "oops!" That he wasn't gonna make it out of the fire again

Like bro just put his knees to his chest and CRIED

IDK RHATS SK SAD TO MEEEE

Speaking of fizz how did that mark in the next episode get there? What was that? Idk if it was maybe a bruise from.. something.. I don't wanna say it was from mamon because that would defeat the purpose of his character being EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE and that emotional abuse is still abuse, but idk some people said it might be because of him?

Can you tell I'm obsessed with fizzarolli

The sexual harassment rep.... People who have experienced sh usually think "it's not as bad as *other s3xual trauma* so I'm just being dramatic" ( I say this from experience ) but it ABSOLUTELY IS AND SHOULD BE RECOGNIZED. It's still something you're not comfortable with. Fizz brushing it off as "oh well they're just fans who express their love differently!" Should not have been taught to him.

I'm not slightly projecting again. Nuh uh

Ozzie can play saxophone. He just gives me the vibe.

MILLIE CANNOTTTT KEEP A PLANT ALIVE FOR SHIT BRO

MOXXIE?? UH MAYBE A MONTH. 2 MAX. MILLIE? ITS DEAD WITHIN A DAY.

Loona: I AM NOT PUTTING THAT ON

blitzø: JUST ONE FUCKING FAMILY PICTURE LOONA-

Beezlebubs design just screams if kesha. Even if they didn't mean to.

Millie getting stuck in trees as a kid and being too scared to get down

Was Barbies real name barbie or is that a nickname? Or was it for the sake of the circus ( like blitzøs name being .. well blitzø )

Millie name is short for Amelia maybe? People used to call her Lia but she hated it so much she started writing her nickname Millie on everything.

People saying they hated / thought the stolas human design could've been better can go FUCK themselves HONESTLY

Blitzø and fizzs as teenagers going to their town center and being like "?????? Why is everything so FANCY it's AMAZING"

Octavia can't handle spicy things for SHIT

Look at their British asses

They cough at smelling PEPPER

Stolas just randomly texting Octavia "you're so beautiful darling! Have a nice day <3 -your dad" or "don't forget to eat! -your dad" ( he texts like that IDC )

FUCK STELLA ME AND MY HOES HATE THAT BITCH

Octavia writes poetry! It's actually really good

Okay so I have this headcanon that in the HELLUVA BOSS universe that songs like contoursionist, toxic ( by ashnikko ), tunnel vision and agorah hills, NYMPHOLOGY, and he has this "one last show" thing where he preforms these songs and HE IS SCREAMING SOME OF HIS OWN SONGS

But that would also defeat his character development so I'll just imagine him singing this songs in the car or smth

Mamon having to do some toxic gossip train shit

I WANMA SAY OZZIE HAS TWO OLDER SISTERS BUT IDK IF THAT WOULD WORKKKKK

Millie kills the spider.

I think that may be all okay byeeee

[takabinaryy]

Little hours

Request was made by @nottapossum back in 2023/09/16 Caregiver Millie & Little Moxxie Autistic Moxxie

It was a long day for the the murder team/kinda family. Towards four in the afternoon everyone were so  exhausted, Loona had already texted her sister and step dad to just get them and bring her and her unhinged dad home. Of course not even 20 minutes later there's a portal opened right in the middle of the work place.

Stolas being well stolas he had literally picked up his husband while,  Octavia handed Loona a Starbucks drink all while leaning her sis back to the palace. Mille had declined the offer to tag along with them , already telling her boss's husband that her own husband is slipping. Which the prince definitely understand her and bid them goodbye.

Now that the smaller married couple had gotten home , Millie helped Moxxie with getting out of the work clothes and into a calming bath. After that both of them get into comfy clothes, Millie left her little pumpkin in the living room making sure he was all comfortable and having sensory safe toys to play. Once she knew he would be okay, the woman walked over to their kitchen to get started on supper. And since it was basically Fall season and it had gotten colder in hell , Millie being the amazing woman she was , decided to make chicken and dumplings(yes i know that's a country as hell food but it's still good regardless) , it had everything that her husband ate.

Sometimes he has problems with food and it's texture. And that's another reason why they don't buy certain foods like watermelon for example because it upsets Moxxie's senses of both touch and taste.  Anyway back the task at hand , Millie had just gotten done making dinner letting the food sit in the pot for a second. Now dusting off her hands on the apron around her waist, pulling her phone out of the pocket of the black knitted dressed Millie had put on after her shower this morning.

Seeing that it's only 5:07pm which isn't bad since she had hoped to get done with dinner early anyway, wanting to set up the promised marathon of watching all the episodes of " Garfield & Friends" with Millie's little peach who is still in the living room playing. And so she walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, finding her regressed husband laying on his tummy in a cute possum onesie. He's so focused on lining up his wooden car toys by color in a perfect circle. Mox did the same with the nemo themed stacking blocks but only stacking them in different piles , the blocks with dory on them have a pile , same with nemo , hank , marlin , destiny , becky and so on(it was gift from loona she painted a bunch of wooden blocks for " little moxxie" ). And so Millie kneels down next to other imp with a warm smile on her face , watching him make sure the piles and his toys are perfect the way he wants them.

" Pumpkin I'm sorry but I'ma need you to pick ya toys away "

Millie asks already feeling a little guilty especially when she watched her little peach organize his toys in a certain way. Said little peach looks up from his toys and turns his head to his mama and quickly shakes his head no. And picks up a nemo block that wasn't supposed to be in the hank pile , and responds to the woman sitting next to him.

"but i gotta finish my piles mama"

"i know sugar-snaps , i know "

"hmhp"

" hm how about this. I'll let you keep three of ya blocks at the table next to your bowl. That way you still have em and you can stack em in a pile. How does that sounds honey?"

Instead of answering he picks up six blocks instead and happily carries, them on the very very very short walk to the kitchen table. And puts said block neatly in two piles , now turning to face the other imp.

" two piles , six blocks are betters mama"

" alright honey I suppose so. Now would you like anything to drink ?"

" mhms! Grape juice please in the-"

" in the green froggy sippy cup. I know apple pie. "

Mille gets a small happy wiggle and warm smile from Moxxie, she walks over and kisses his head lightly, then getting their plates together and of course Moxxie's favorite sippy cups.

[hazbincalifornia]

New Face

Chapter 62: Blitzo meets the new hand at the ranch before the start of the Games.

Ao3 link

Blitzo flicked at the suspenders tugged above his shirt, feeling them quiver in the process- it was, frankly, a miracle that they hadn’t snapped when forced to stretch across all of the baby belly. To be fair, he had gotten ones that had extra give in them, so they at least didn’t feel like they would die a horrible death on him. He’d dolled himself up as much as his body would currently allow before Stolas insisted on opening a portal a little closer to the ranch, albeit next to the barn. (Not that Blitzo was about to complain, considering he’d probably be standing up for a larger portion of today than he had been recently.)

“Blitz!” Millie waved over to him, and he cracked his back before walking over, feeling his belly sway a little with every step. Fuck, he’d be glad when he could carry the kid in his arms, that seemed like it would be better for balance. Still, he could feel a faint buzz through his veins and his mouth still had an aura of lingering sweet iron as she tilted his head. “How are ya?”

“Never better, Mills.” He cracked a grin. “So, I heard there were some kind of games here- why didn’t you tell me? I should take that off your next paycheck, you know daddy loves that kinda shit.”

“The Pain Games?” The voice was somewhat rough, and Blitz spun to see a cowboy imp turn away from an absolutely gorgeous fire-stallion that immediately had his heart do triple-time. Was he related to Millie, and, follow-up question, would he be allowed to pet him?

“Yeah, those.” Blitzo nodded as the stranger closed some of the distance between them even though he stayed a few steps away, eyes darting up and down Blitzo’s body with a twitch of his lips. Right now, he was just an obstacle to horse-time, though. “So, can I-”

“Bombproof doesn’t like anybody touching him but me, ain’t that right, boy?” He gave the horse a pat and he nickered, nuzzling his muzzle into his side. Blitzo slumped a little at that, but the cowboy clicked his tongue.

“She said that the boss was stayin’ somewhere else for the night... you must be it then, huh?”

“Yep! Mill’s one of our best.” The fact that there were only four of them and three on active duty didn’t necessarily need to be shared, after all. “You one of her brothers?”

“He’s the new hand,” Millie said with a little nod. “Striker, was it?”

“Sure enough, little lady.” he said, nodding back with a little wink at her. “She’s been telling us about how business is going well- being able to wrangle that all up is real impressive, especially with you... full like that.” His tail flicked with a rattling noise as he folded his arms, and Blitzo beamed with pride.

“Once we got the groove, there’s a never-ending supply of sinners who’ve got beef with people they left behind, so hey, it’s just a matter of getting them into the office, y’know?”

“Right, of course. Does that ditzy royal you got up through know you’re...” Striker grimaced a little for half a second before he swallowed it back and waved at his middle, and Blitzo froze for a moment before waving a hand in response.

“It’s- y’know- it was a one night thing, I’ve got a weakness for bad boys so I let ‘em go in raw, and I’m already a dad so what’s one more, right? She’s gonna be a strong little bitch, though! Still need to pick a name, but maybe I’ll get struck by lightning on that soon.” Something else, think of something else- “So! Games! You already knew about ‘em, so you gonna join in?”

Striker took to the sudden switch with ease, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I’ll do one better- I’m going to win.”

“Bold claim, big boy.”

He grinned with one eye narrowed, gold tooth glinting in the daylight. “Trust me, sir, you’ll see.”

“And they’re starting soon!” A new voice called out from near the front of the house, and Blitzo turned to see a taller imp that he knew he’d seen a picture of before. This one he was pretty sure was Millie’s sister. Mallie? S something? Stellie? Sally- Sallie May, that was it. She turned to him, unable to help a little snicker. “You joining in, daddy boy?”

“Hey, are you insinuating I can’t, sweet-cheeks?”

“I’m saying you could drop into the pig pen and I might not notice at first.” Still, there was a mischievous twinkle to her eyes that he liked immediately.

“Depending on what chow you toss in there, maybe I wouldn’t even complain, this not-so-little bitch has me starving all the time.” Blitzo tapped his belly, and she laughed before walking out to join them.

“I’ll see whoever’s not a pussy at the starting line.”

“Hey, hey, that better not be aimed at me!” Millie protested, and Blitzo’s head swiveled.

“Wait, what?”

“Long story, but I’m not allowed to join in anymore,” she muttered as Striker headed down the road with Sallie May. “I’ll be cheerin’ on Sallie, at least, she’s gotta hold up the family name since they made a stupid ‘too many deaths in one round’ rule.”

“That sounds like they just couldn’t handle you.” He ruffled Millie’s hair, and she nudged at his side.

“See, you get it.”

“So, is Moxx coming?”

“Yeah, he was just finishing up in his room, he’ll be down any-”

“Good, sir, you’re here!” Moxxie stuck his head out the front door before jogging over. “Someone locked me in on accident!”

“That was probably one’a the little ones, they’re rascals." Millie said. "Did you pick the lock?”

“Luckily it was an easy one.”

“I see my lessons paid off!” Blitzo repeated the hair-ruffling on Moxxie, who waved him off.

“Anyway, I heard one of them say something about some games before the festival?”

“That’s where we’re heading now. Anything that puts ‘pain’ and ‘games’ together is either gonna be fantastic or awful, so we’ll see when we get there,” Blitzo said as they started walking. “So, Mills, as the local expert, care to spill the details?”

“Sure! Well, first they usually start with the climbing and tying...”

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Blitzo was delighted to discover that walking was far less of a problem than it had been recently- if anything, the weight around his middle was only a balance issue, and once he figured out how to sway his hips properly, she wasn’t as much of a problem as she’d been the past few weeks. Walking was just walking, which probably meant that Stolas's royal heart-snack had given a jolt to his system. Score one for cannibalism.

He scanned over the crowd milling around at the starting line- there was a healthy mix of all genders and body types, although there did seem to be a lower age limit since he didn’t see anyone who looked to be younger than fifteen or sixteen. Then, he glanced over the course, tapping his chin.

There was the protection spell...

“Hmm.”

Moxxie noticed him noticing the layout and grimaced.

“Sir. No.”

“Come on, I could whip the asses of any fucker here, even like this!” He waved a hand over at another clearly-pregnant imp, a short one with pink eyes that looked like he might be part shark that was stretching at the starting line. “That guy’s doing it!”

“That guy also looks like he’s about two months behind you,” Moxxie noted wryly. “What if your water breaks?”

“That’ll give me a couple extra seconds while somebody else slips in it!” Blitzo protested as Moxxie dragged a hand down his face, and Striker chuckled, leaning against the fence.

“Tell you what- I like your guts. We wouldn’t want you fucking both’a you up, so how about you and me just have a friendly little wager? There’ll be plenty of time afterward, so how about we take the mud wrestling pit together and see who ends up on top? Winner buys the loser dessert.”

Blitzo felt a kick, and raised a hand to his stomach to soothe away the baby’s irritation as a grin spread across his face. “Deal.”

[rainestorm2556]

Since my post about what I want for season 3 is blowing up I thought I’d try my hand at what happens in my head for Season 3 w/ Storm, her cousin, & Arya included:

Camila takes in all seven of Luz’s friends

They all have bunk beds and share a room

They’re super chaotic too and always up past their bedtime

Homework is done at the kitchen table

Everyone teases Storm for liking Ava

When she does realize she likes Ava she’s in the room and just goes “oh shit” to witch everyone looks at her

She legit just responds with “fuck, I’m a lesbian”

Arya is very flirty towards Hunter but he’s so dense and doesn’t realize she likes him even when she goes “Oh Hunter, darling~”

Storm cuts her hair almost immediately after arriving in the human realm

She picks up guitar

Aralyn starts stressing like Lilith big time

Once they dares Hunter to do the worm across the room but he didn’t know what it was so Storm did it instead

Storm keeps basically her version of Marcy’s journal, but y’know, owl house, human realm, and her

Everyone teases her when she reveals that her middle name is Evangeline

They all love and fear Camila

Once Willow tried to make Camila a birthday bouquet using plant magic but she went overboard and the whole house became a jungle

So they all just baked her a cake instead

In the human realm no one knows what happened to King

Raine and Eda get back together

Alador uses the infamous Stolas line from the new episode “THAT WAS THE SOUND OF A FUCKING DIVORCE!” on Odalia

Raine and Eda get engaged

For those that went to the human realm and King, they have a little tombstone with all their names on it

Eda visits it often and wallows in her remorse and guilt

Raine had to reassure her

She goes mama mode X10,000 and basically adopts all the kids left

Lilith figures out how to go Harpy mode

Eda gets a prosthetic arm designed by Alador

The Collector is literally just being a weird kid

In the human realm all the witches have to cover their ears and one day out of literally nowhere Stan shows up for Storm

Now she spends a day every other week with him

Flapjack keeps being a cutie

Storm keeps a locket with pictures of her and Eda in it

She loves Guns N Roses

Gus is obsessed with giraffes

He gets a troublemaker side and uses illusions for pranks

Amity is worried about the twins and her dad but not Odalia

Gus helps everyone forge illegal documents with his illusion magic

Camila remembers all the kids (including Vee)’s specific likes and dislikes

Lots of family photos with the witches and Vee get put up on the mantle

Luz & Storm take up major leadership roles

Ed & Em look like their natural selves, no more magic to make them look different

Alador spends more time with the twins

Even Darius is reassuring Eda that she didn’t fail the kids and King

King keeps tricking the collector so that they do what he wants in order to find a way back to the human realm and save the group

Storm starts randomly dancing a lot

If anyone calls her “Eva” or by her middle name she’ll riot

Camila doesn’t play favorites

The kids have definitely gotten hurt on the bunk beds before but it’s the only option Camila can think of

The gang will FaceTime each other put food up to the camera and “feed” each other

Luz’s palisman hatches

Hunter loves Zuko

Boscha turns around and turns out to not be so bad

Hooty is more sad but still Hooty

Storm likes Mickey Mouse because his voice reminds her of Hooty’s

She tried doing a Hooty impression once and everyone recorded her

Storm starts letting people call her Stormie and starts wearing her glasses rather than her contacts if only so she can feel more connected to Raine and Eda

Eda and Raine talk a lot about raising Storm together and want to make sure she approves before they get married

Eda opens up a teeny bit about Stan and tells Raine how he really does care about Storm and how she loves how easily he makes her smile and laugh

Bunk bed switching definitely happens in the middle of the night

How people say “I’m gonna get you” to like little kids or animals in silly goofy mood voice is Storm whenever she says “I’m gonna commit arson” she also gets in the crab pose to say that

Storm learns how to play poker and Hexes Hold ‘Em

Bedtime stories are a must for the mothers in both realms and so are bedtime forehead kisses

Eda goes through a lot of old photo albums of little Storm with Raine

[theyanderespecialist]

Strike With Obsession 1 (One shot/Mini Series) Striker X Marie OC (Yandere) (Helluva Boss)

(no one's pov)

"Oh Satan it is hot." An imp muttered as she got out of the van towards her Employee's parents

"Oh it's okay Marie, hey you look great in my old clothes."

"..I feel like I'm going to fuck my cousin who is also my brother." Marie muttered as she fanned herself.

"No Millie's right Miss. Y-You look..good."

"She looks hot Moxxie. Hot as fuck." Millie said as Marie winked.

"Oh come on keep talking like that and I'm sure we can find a hay Bush and mooxie can use those strong hands while I use mine--"

"Marie!" Moxxie said disapproving of her advances..in front of Millie's parents. The couple however were used to this..and had a plan to share her.

"Speaking of strong hands. Meet our newest help-- Striker! Get over here!" Millies dad yelled as a man came riding over on a stallion as Marie's eyes widen as she walked over...and shoved him off the horse.

"wha-I wouldn't--"

"oh yes so sweet aren't you? Yes you are- oh! Placing your nose on mine, so sweet!" Marie yelled.

She wrapped her arms around the horse as she squealed. (So horses place their noses on another horse or owner and share their breathe as a form of affection.) (Also all she cares about is the horse

"oh yeah, boss."

"HM?"

"That's striker. That's his horse you are molesting."

"I'm not molesting-that is- you could have used any word for the horse and you used- I know I said I love horses..but not like that."

"Hah! We're here because the prince is her boyfriend~" Millie said with an over enthusiastic tone..almost too enthusiastic.

"Yeah, Millie I love you and would pin you down, but I'm not above a cat fight with another woman. It's a casual on and off, quid pro quo relationship--wait..is he still wearing my harness?....eh thing never got any use anyway before him." She muttered

Striker was still staring and then he knew he had to put on his southern charm~

"well you must be the lady that's running this murder gig." "Yup." She said bit really paying attention to his as she fussed over Millie's hair, letting her hands linger on Millie before turning to Moxxie.

"You know I was surprised." He continued as Marie fixed Moxxie's bow tie, dragging a nail down his chest.

Crap. "Not many imps start a business..it's impressive." He threw out those words as she stopped and turned to him. Now he had her attention.

"Really? Well..heh..I mean I guess it is.." she said

"Darn right it is." I say. "No loans or other demons being your boss! It must be amazing!"

She perked up at that. "You know you lot should enter the pain games." "Games? I heard games." Marie said once more ignoring striker.

"Every harvest festival there's a competition to see who's the roughest, toughest bastard in wrath."

"Oh--"

"yeah, I wish I could compete."

"Millie ya know you get to carried away." Marie was not really paying attention. "Now you can cheer your boss on."

"Oh no. I'm amazing with a gun, I'm good with arrows, I can bend my body ways you can't imagine but..I'm not good with pain." Marie said.

"You two can root for me?"

"Aw Moxxie."

"Look at you Mox." The two girls let out a sigh.

"Yeah I don't think Thespian types like you will last long."

"I was born here too I so can!"

"Well then." Striker said glaring down at the imp. "Why don't you help me Wrestle that hog for dinner?"

"No problem."

"Oh Moxxie you're so brave." Marie said as Millie looked at him. As happy as she was seeing her husband trying to get in with her parents..she was concerned.

"You don't have to--"

"I do."

"We'll get em tiger! Hey you do it..I'll let you see me without this tiefront top..if you fail, I'm fucking your wife without you." She said as she pushed him in.

'theres no way, she's gonna see what a stupid wimp he is...maybe he'll die if I'm lucky.' Striker thought watching as Moxxie got a hold of the hog before being swung around, panting and sweating as Striker looked over only to see Marie Fanning herself.

"Millie you bagged a good one. Look at that jock. What a specimen..makes me get all excited."

He glared at moxie even more

I glare as I get in and kill the hog..only to see Marie holding Moxxie with Millie..she didn't even look?! I picked it up at least I can get some anger out on the carcass

(next day)

I stood in the crowd as Wally went on about the festival. "Holy--is that Wally? Yo. Mox, Mill, that's Wally. I worked with that southern bastard." She said as Stolas got on the sage as Marie waved to him before stopping herself.

She stopped. "Oh..that's awkward. I was waving to stol--ahem..stretching my arm-" she said laughing.

He blushes and starts up the show. I glare as the games start as I see Marie jump off the bleachers guess she couldn't help but join the action.

I began to climb the wall when she wrapped her tail around mine, using me as a boost to jump from me all the way to the other one as she smiled.

(oh god she's wholesome right now)

(that's actually kind of adorable just imagining her blissfully having fun..while Moxxie is dying.)

(XD yup)

She won that round the next one was up and I proove myself

I grabbed the rope as she seemed to get distracted before she grabbed her rope before she slipped as I looked down at her before tying her and pushing her down. Gently. She blushes darkly at this and squirms.

I quickly realized as my eyes widen letting go of the ropes as soon as they called it as she just got out of them easily. (She couldn't have gotten out..but..where's the fun in that) "you have this Mox!" She yelled suddenly.

The next was the rope tug as I could see her and Moxxie genuinely trying as I just tug the ripe as it snapped sending her back into me as Moxxie fell into the mud.

(I feel like he feels they have a connection)

(XD He probably does XD)

"I help her steady and smell her hair only for her to push me off and into the mud as she helps Moxxie out. That little twerp!

I see her hold him close to her chest as his face went red as I stopped realizing her shirt was open..the only thing covering her..was Moxxie.

(Timeskip)

"Well for the first year we have a tie! The winners are--"

"the winners are Striker!" That blue blood prince said. "and my darling sweet, loving Mar~"

"ugh say my name right you dick--"

"would you rather mistress?" He asked.

"Oh that's fucking worse, fine Mar." She said bit smiled waving to Millie and Moxxie

I growled I hated the bird fuck even more how dare he even think of touching her. That is when jeans down and kisses her I am going make him suffer!!!

Her face exploded in colour as the others gasp in shock as he pulled away and patted her head. And he pays her like a dog? However I noticed the smile on her face as she played with her hands. No. I ain't done yet.

I began to song however..she wasn't interested jumping off the stage as she walked over to Millie and Moxxie as she said something that made the two blush as she kissed both their cheeks and stroked them as she started to walk off with them.

When I had gotten back I see her laying on the ground with my horse as her legs kicked back and forth as I think her eyes were sparkling..and I don't mean that they were shining in a romantic way, they literally seemed to be shining as she watched him eat before getting up to help Millie as I walking inside when I notice my door opened.

"How did he get this?" I hear Mxxie say.

"Why don't you ask him?"

He turns around as I glare at him.

"Why do you have this? This can kill-"

"demon royalty?"

"Well yeah-"

"it could kill you."

"Yes!"

"Your wife"

"absolutely! That's why I-I'm relativity concerned about you having this..also the way you..did you smell my boss' hair?"

(okay good logical thing to be concerned about maybe not in a death situation but xD)

"She is mine and I will not let you take her from me, or that Blue blood fuck!" I snap and wrap my tail around him and slam him into the wall.

I began to choke until he smashed a table and ran to the door opening it as I managed to cover his mouth as he was losing consciousness before I was stabbed as I hiss as his wife jumped on my back as I smashed her into the wall and bring them to the basement as I glare.

"I'd kill y'all--"

"Moxxie! Millie! I need help! I think my bra hook is stuck! nevermind! I got it! Go back to whatever you two were doing!"

I smirked. "But you might be more useful to me alive" I say and lock them in. She will be mine no matter WHAT!

[strikingskeletonsiege]

((Do you have any particular character development you'd like to see any of your boys undergo?))

((Oops almost missed this

Well I got a lot a boys! So let's get through 'em.

{this got long af :V}

Let's start with Siege and Stolas. Both of them were more "come up with the muse and personality and throw them around and see what happens" kind of deals. Stolas I'm a little slower on, I more want to see what future canon stuff comes out and how I can incorporate it, or how well it already fits with what I'm doing. No real plans, just having fun vibing.

Siege is more fun to watch how he changes organically over time, slowly stemming his burn everything and run tendencies and gathering a group of people he earnestly loves, even if he can't yet bring himself to use the word directly. And yet, I kind of want him to hurt someone. Have to more directly tackle who he was with who he's becoming. He got a taste of it when he yelled at Cubot and hated himself for it, but he mostly got out of that without any major consequences. I'd like to see it get messy, painful, in a way he can't avoid or downplay and instead just has to stand up and Deal with it. Or run again, and hurt more than ever.

Comet, Crybaby, my sad, sad, lonely little skel. I wanna get this dummy some more friends. I do want him to get more confident, maybe find some problems he can help with, even fights. I never actually planned for him to be weak, it just sort of worked itself out that way where he never really won any fights against other muses, just a couple NPCs. Though honestly his biggest issues don't have anything to do with that, they're more from how badly he tore himself apart and was hurt by his relationship with Ace turning unhealthy, and then vanishing altogether with no chance for closure let alone reconciliation. He feels like, despite knowing better, that sharing his problems just hurt people. He also very often feels misunderstood when he tries to talk about them anyway, but that's not really their fault when he still holds stuff back anyway. How can anyone help him get through feeling useless when he won't say how he wound up feeling that way? How can anyone understand that he just wants to be able to openly grieve the loss of his old dreams and goals when he won't just say that? Sometimes he feels like he can't talk about how he feels, and sometimes it's a result of him not giving the context to begin with. He wants someone he can rely on, but he's afraid to try looking in case he guesses wrong and hurts someone (again). I think I'm talking in circles at this point and this paragraph is massive now so moving on,

Who next uhhh BEN sure. Ben. I don't know what I'm doing with Ben but it's fun. I had a couple things planned out but it's more on hold now. Those specific things at least. I like the idea of prying into what it's like to have this shit sitting on one's shoulders for so long. To pick and choose what I do and don't like from canon and feel out this version better. To keep a running gag going where he tells people Rook is his partner and they keep assuming he means romantically. Ben's also a guy that holds a lot of stuff back, but he copes with humor, pranks, downplaying some things and playing up others. This boy needs therapy. There's a fun and painful irony of him going to Salmon's Kevin "because [he] won't Worry" to get drunk and talk about how fucked it up was the shit they had to deal with as children, and then turn around and try to downplay the harm of literal child soldiers with Cloud. Like bro that's fucked up. That's a fucked up thing to say. It's fine to admit shit's fucked you up.

Um um um which boy next. Those are pretty much the only active ones.

Slob. idk what to do with Slob most of the time, now. He had a small circle of people he cared about, and most of those muses are no longer active and probably won't be again. He's just kind of There, bein' a li'l shit sometimes. Making remarks that go mostly missed because not a lot of still active people follow him. This doesn't bother him, he's doing pretty well for himself otherwise. Just not a lot to talk about.

Dally. I'd like to play Dally again. I'm working up the nerve to have him just be CUTE (threat) on the dash at least. Like he seems alright but here and there are little hints that he actually kinda fucked up. That's. That's not really character development tho is it, this is kinda irrelevant. Whatever it's 3am I can be incoherent if I wanna.

Hater. I lost drive for Hater. I didn't want to, but man. When you have to explain, over and over, what your rules are and what they mean, to people who say they understand and then continue to break those rules anyway? I can't do dashboard threads and that's all anyone that RPs WOY wanted to do. Sure, I can go all "WOY fandom dni" but I'd want Hebby and their Peepers around for him.

BONUS

I keep tossing around ideas to play more characters from CB's timeline. Like Mettaton. Or have some kind of M!A where either blogstart CB or Undyne or somebody is there as like a ghost that he's just gotta deal with. idk. I'm not the best at plot. I think that's my main issue.))

[helluvamuse]

@hcppyhotel​ said ;; 

❝ i gotta say — out of all the creatures you in hell you could have thrown your life away, an imp ? a risky choice.  ❞ there’s a chuckle that emits from the rooster as he stands up straight, ❝ well, as they say : GO BIG OR GO HOME. you really do know how to pick ‘em, stolas. ❞

answered ;; unprompted

          Oh surely he couldn’t be serious. 

It was one thing to embarrass him out in public, but did he really have to turn up to his home? His desolate, empty home. He had practically emptied it himself in the hopes that his darling Blitzy might join him in it, but he had been a fool. And now here was Asmodeus, here to rub his face in his nearsightedness. 

                    “ Can you not just leave me to my own devices? I do not have the spirit to listen to you go on at this moment. ”

[angel-dust-addict]

Angel was relieved to find himself seated next to Prince Stolas. Of all the bigwigs left - which fortunately didn't include Val, but somehow did include Vox - Stolas was probably the best of the lot. He glanced around the table and mentally amended that to definitely the best of the lot. The rest of them seemed to be interested in the hotel as an abstract, based on their questions to Charlie. Angel knew the prince was actually interested in its residents. And on his other side was Arin, whose namecard read "Aiden" for some reason. Alastor had written them out, though. That was definitely his over-neat handwriting. So given how Arin reacted, this was probably some sort of stupid prank, getting his name wrong on purpose to be a pain in the ass.

When Arin asked who had cooked, Angel grinned. He actually did know. "Smiles. But Nif was helpin', so I'm confident eatin' it. Ain't gonna be any people-meat in it wit' her in the kitchen to tell 'im 'no.'" He laughed in a way that completely didn't mesh with his crafted outward appearance for the night. "She's probably tha only demon brave enough ta smack 'is hand wit' a spoon if he tried ta pull any shit."

He noted gladly that Arin had skipped the champagne, opting instead for his water glass for Charlie's toast. Angel oh so helpfully helped himself to Arin's champagne as well as his own. He was a far way from trying to cut out something as omnipresent as alcohol. At this point, managing to walk away from narcotics would be a huge step. Some nights, that was the only way he could sleep. He wasn't at all prepared to give up the uppers that helped him get through work yet.

He laughed again, more quietly and delicately this time, at Arin's comment about not wanting to know what he did to relax in his room. "Geez, mind outta tha gutta'. You saw Fat Nuggets when you were in my room the night we had that fight. I usually play wit' 'im. Nuggs is my baby. Betta' than a dog, pigs. Just as loyal an' usually smarta'. At least tha four-legged kind!"

Once dinner had started, Prince Stolas leaned over to him and asked, "So, my dear, I don't believe I asked earlier. How did you end up as the princess's test guest? If you don't mind, of course."

Angel considered him for a moment. He wasn't going to decline to answer him. Not only was Stolas royalty, but he had been exceptionally kind earlier. Plus Vox was still here and Val had indicated earlier that he thought Stolas would be interested in him as a client. No harm in encouraging that when it would make Val less pissed at him. All the same, despite Stolas knowing about his work and having treated him no differently for it, this story was very blunt on that point. But maybe he could soften it a bit.

"I don't mind," he replied, carefully modifying his speech. The accent was still there, but the dialect was toned way down. "My boss was upset wit' me. I had missed a shoot because I decided ta deal wit' some otha' business for 'im. It was somethin' a little closa' ta what I did when I was alive. I don't have many opportunities ta make use'a that skill set. When he came ta pick me up, though, he was very angry about me missin' tha shoot. He told me I'd have ta make up what I'd cost 'im. So he left me on a streetcorna' and told me not ta come back until I'd made it all up."

Angel shrugged, trying to appear unaffected, and added, "I got very lucky, because not long afta', Princess Charlie and Vaggie pulled up. They told me they wanted ta talk. I figuahed I could give 'em a few minutes. She's the princess, afta' all. They told me about this place, told me what they were offerin', even paid me fer my time. Enough fer me ta go back an' not have ta spend all night on tha corner. I could tell they were bein' honest, so I said yes. They got me outta a bad situation with housin' without me havin' ta stay at tha studio. That alone was incentive enough."

Prince Stolas looked horrified at several points in his story, and Angel winced internally. But he didn't look disgusted by it at all except when Angel mentioned Val demanding he make up for the lost shoot by turning tricks. And that, Angel could tell, was at Val, not him. It still took a moment for the prince to speak again.

"I see. So this place was a refuge of sorts. At least a partial shelter from those with ill intent," Stolas observed. That reply surprised Angel a little.

"You could say dat," he nodded.

The prince smiled and added, "And Angel, don't feel it necessary to modify your speech for my sake. Goodness knows I'm not bothered by it in the slightest. I rather liked the way you speak." Looking past where Angel was blushing a faint blueish color under his fur, Stolas addressed Arin with the same question. "And you, my dear fellow? How did you come to be here? Again, only if you wish to share your story. I will not order anyone here to reveal anything they wish to put behind them."

Vox and him noticed how Angel had support from other parts and he had smiled a little, knowing now that Angel could see he had help from other people.

"Why did you change it to Arin?" Vox spoke to him and he had sighed, not really a fan of the topic already. "Because I fucking can. Why did you help Val steal my prized possession? Why did you help him clip my wings? I can ask you a lot of whys, whats, hows, and whos but we haven't got the time for that. I offered you a dance and I've give you 6 songs already and you have yet to ask." he said back very serious on the matter.

"Yeah, guess that's fair. So let's talk then. You were an angel, or so we thought and we thought we'd trick you and take your valuables and just leave." he said and at this words he snatched his hands from the demon's hold. He looked like he might attack him but he decided not to. "I wasn't an angel, there was some sort of mistake. My horns were shown when I was up there." he said and crossed his arms. Yes he could in fact dance, but he stopped dancing and began to walk away to the nearest exit with Vox hot on his tail.

"Where are you going?" Vox asked grabbing his wrist making Arin scowl. "To smoke, to do something that doesn't involve possibly breaking your circuit hopefully." he stated and Vox had a clear goal in mind. "Relax, I'm not here to make matters worse for once. Let's just say I'm offering a truce." he said bringing him back to the ballroom.

It's a lie, you can tell when someone's lying. The fucker is lying. Play dumb.

"Go on." he said raising an eyebrow in mock interest. "We can't use it to its full power but you can, so it'd be in your best interest to join us." he started and Arin was frowning again.

It's your fucking pendant! It's your damn power! If they hadn't pulled this dumbass scam they could've JOINED YOU!

"Is that it?" he asked with disinterest, then shook his head. "I don't know what I saw in you." he said under his breath then Vox had presented a bottle of his best alcohol and Arin's senses practically went out of commission. "You have an unhealthy relationship with drinking, right? They're never gonna solve it here. So what's one sip? It's better to accept it then run from it." Vox said stepping closer and he took a step back as his eyes went black and white in panic.

"No. NO. I'm not going down this shithole again-" "We all know the rehabs in hell are frauds, it's best if you just take one little shot and think over my offer again." Vox cut him off, exposing his mental weakness.

Don't.

Just one drink...Just to cut off the edge..

He couldn't even agree on one singular thought and Vox grinned wickedly, he had been moved back thankfully from Arin. But he had put the bottle in Arin's hand. Detaching this is like tearing off Arin's arm to get to it. "Just think it over. I know you'll come to your senses." he said and sauntered away, whoever helped him he knew it wasn't Angel. Angel might returned just now to see this but no he could've still been busy.

But Vox's words got to him, like he hoped they would've.

[hazbincalifornia]

Sip

Chapter 14: Blitzo tells Stolas something new.

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Warnings: Mpreg

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Blitzo flopped back on his bed with an annoyed grunt as his shirt refused to tug down far enough to cover his stomach. The only things that actually fit properly were his hoodies, actually- everything else was too damn tight. Curse his fashionable sensibilities!

Stolas had insisted on meeting in person again for today. Unfortunately, Blitzo had only fully realized that he was starting to get too big for his closet when one of the buttons had popped on his jacket, and Millie had pointed out that his turtleneck had started riding up. He couldn’t really tug his pants up to cover it without looking like a dweeb, so…

Blitzo sighed, sorting through his hoodies before settling on the pink off-shoulder sweater. It was loose enough to make the bump much less obvious, without having to draw too much attention to himself or wear something Stolas gave him. It was a Wednesday, so hopefully, the café wouldn’t be too busy.

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“Ah, there you are!” Stolas waved, grinning as Blitzo nodded back at him.

“Hey.”

“So, any news?” He lifted a small fabric bag. “I brought some teas, to help with nausea.”

Blitzo snatched the bag, peering inside. “Considering the coffee I can drink has been watered down to piss, I might as well give it a try to have something.”

“That’s the spirit!” Stolas dropped down into a booth in the back corner. There was a general bustle around them, but other than a few glances at Stolas, nobody really seemed to be paying them that much attention. Blitzo had a pair of handguns in holsters just in case anybody got any funny ideas, though. “Now, what’s the news?”

“Well…” Blitzo glanced around before tugging on the bottom of his sweater. “The kid’s started getting weird-ass cravings.”

“Oh? What kind?” Stolas waved over to an employee.

“Flesh, mostly,” Blitzo said, picking at the dirt under his nails and flicking it under the table as a teenager in a stained apron came over. Stolas ordered some fancy-sounding drink for both of them, and when the employee started to say something about how they were supposed to order at the front, Stolas waved a fistful of bills. He grabbed them and stuffed them in the apron pocket, hurrying over to the counter.

“Flesh? Interesting… well, tell me if you need any recipes, the chefs have some fascinating ways to cook meat. What kind of flesh?”

“Any, but human especially.”

Stolas couldn’t help a little laugh. “I take it you take care of those urges after you finish a job?”

Blitzo’s fingers tightened into a fist, and a low growl started in his chest. “It’s not like-”

“No, no, I’m not insulting you- it’s quite lucky you have the job that you do if that’s what they want, that’s all!” Stolas looked down at Blitzo. “I’d love to see those humans scream if you chose to just rip their throat out instead of taking them out how you usually do.” His eyes flashed. “You can get quite wild when so inclined.”

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Why don’t I what?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, and Stolas tapped his forehead right on the symbol with a slender finger.

“Tell me something that I don’t already know,” Stolas replied, bemused. “That’s what these meetings are for, aren’t they?”

“Oh, right. Right!” Blitzo cleared his throat. “Well-”

“Here you go!” The employee set down two lidded cups, and Stolas shooed him away.

“You were saying?” He raised the cup to his beak.

“Before that pimple-faced puberty bomb interrupted us, I was going to say that the kid started moving.”

Stolas spat the scalding-hot tea directly into Blitzo’s face, slamming the cup down on the table. “They what?”

Blitzo scrubbed at it, tongue slithering out as it soaked the pink fabric of the sleeve. Peachy. “Give a guy some fucking warning, won’t you? I don’t need your birdy backwash!”

“They- they moved?” All four of Stolas’s eyes were blown wide open and he shifted in the booth, feathery ass squeaking as he scooted down the shiny seat until Blitzo was about to be squeezed off the edge. Considering he’d started sweating again, his slippery ass just might have if Stolas hadn’t managed to stop himself in time.

“Personal space, much?”

“I- I assumed they’d be an egg, but of course, imps are live births, aren’t they?” Blitzo wasn’t sure if there was any disappointment in Stolas’s tone, but his hands were shaking before wrapping around the bump, pressing the pink fabric firmly around it to mold to the shape. Not for the first time, Blitzo realized just how big those hands were- everything about the guy was huge, including the manic grin spreading across his face as Stolas bent over him. “Can you make them do it again?”

“They do whatever the hell they want, I can’t control- oh, huh.” As if summoned, the little squirt nudged outwards, and Stolas’s fingers tightened. “Don’t pop ‘em, I am not making another one.”

“They’re moving… that’s incredible,”  Stolas breathed. Blitzo glanced around- people were definitely staring now, and he reached around Stolas’s stick arms for one of the guns, waving it at anyone who ogled for too long.

“Don’t you all have your own fuckin’ lives to ruin?”

“Oh, Blitzy, don’t be so melodramatic, this is good! It means they’re healthy!” Stolas’s grin turned cheeky. “I notice you’re in a new outfit. Are your old clothes not fitting? I do like seeing you in something fresh…”

“Yeah, well, I have a specific fashion taste and baby gut doesn’t exactly play nice with clothes that show off my bod.”

“I think it looks darling,” Stolas said, snapping the strap of the black tank peeking out from underneath.

“Stolas!” Blitzo hissed.

“Blitz,” Stolas replied, setting his chin in his hand. “Is there anything else you’ve been keeping from me, my little imp?”

Blitzo furiously re-adjusted the strap. The tank rode the hell up now, but it just felt too weird to wear the sweater without it. “That was the big one.” After Stolas had offered tea for the nausea, there was no real need to bring up the vomiting. He tried to think of it as little as possible the second after it ended anyway.

“Why didn’t you tell me on one of our calls?”

“Figured you’d want to hear the ‘big news’,” (here Blitzo waggled his fingers) “In person.”

“Oh, Blitzy...” His smile melted a little, earnest.

Blitzo grabbed his cup, chugging about half of it in one go before sputtering. “What is this?”

“Oh, it’s a favorite of mine! Do you like it?”

Swallowing down the rest of it in his throat, Blitzo swished saliva around in his mouth before taking another tentative sip. “Well, it tastes better the second time.”

“You’re not supposed to drink it all at once.”

“I don’t need a fussy-ass drink.”

“Some things are more rewarding if you’re willing to wait,” Stolas said, taking a sip of his own. “How goes your job otherwise? Anything interesting besides cannibalizing your kills?”

“There was this one guy who ended up slipping in a puddle of his own piss…”

The rest of the meeting ended up being Blitzo just laughing about particularly idiotic targets and how IMP took them out, but at least Stolas was a half-decent listener. Blitzo already knew that he was a regular client sometimes, but he really seemed invested in the nitty-gritties of just how they went through the process of elimination. Stolas ended up scribbling the drink order down on a napkin ‘in case you ever decide you want some while thinking of me, Blitzy’, and the kid didn’t kick at all on the walk home.

By the time Blitzo was settled back on his bed, they made a single little push outwards, and he found himself absently rubbing his side next to the bump. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you, kid. We’ll get some popcorn later.”

A smile twitched at his face as he imagined the movement afterward was from their hand and they were giving him a little high-five.

[hb-obsessed]

honestly their relationship is difficult but beautiful at the same time. its actually quite an eye opener

(also im teaching myself how to play "look my way" on the piano XD)

Next time you're listening to "Look My Way" and fighting back tears at the sheer scope and beauty of the song, remember that Stolas is sobbing and absolutely pouring his heart out about this guy: