#especially when you remember that imps and hellhounds are lower class

[carto0ncritter]

I just want to say that I personally disagree with the claims that Stolas is a coercive rapist. You don't have to agree with me. I just want to share my perspective. Alright, here we go.

Let's start at Harvest Moon Festival: 'When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...' and 'Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back.' Notice how Blitz says 'easiest lengthy ticket' here, not 'only ticket', and Blitz knows about Asmodean Crystals, as evidenced by Unhappy Campers where he forces someone to use it to create a portal to the living world, so the Grimoire was never the only option Blitz could've used to run I.M.P. Sure losing the grimoire would've disrupted business for a bit, but again, it was never Blitz's only option. It's also been confirmed in Ghostfuckers that I.M.P used to assassin jobs in Hell before Blitz got the Grimoire from Stolas, I.M.P was running fine without the Grimoire, if Blitz couldn't get his hands on the Grimoire or the Asmodeun Crystal he and his could always just run missions in Hell, so the coercion argument already falls flat there, but let's beat it up a bit further shall we?

Now let's look at Ozzies, at the ending of it Stolas never pressures or forces Blitz into having sex with him or quote 'We could talk, or… watch a movie, or… maybe cuddle?', Blitz turns Stolas down here, and Stolas never forces or pressures Blitz into doing said things with him, and you know what this also proves? It proves that Blitz has always the self-agency to tell Stolas 'no I don't want to fuck you', which also shows that Blitz actually wanted to have sex with Stolas, which we can prove by the text messages Stolas and Blitz had after Ozzie's.

The text messages at the end of Western Energy show that Stolas is actively giving Blitz the option to not fuck him, which also tells us that Blitz always had the option to tell Stolas no, and hell, we can see in the All 2 U song that Blitz turned down Stolas most likely asking Blitz to stay after the sex, proving even further Blitz always had the self-agency to tell Stolas no, which shows that Blitz wanted to have sex with Stolas.

And I'm not even counting everything about what happened in Full Moon episode. Blitz literally sings about how much he enjoys sex with Stolas, spends the whole day buying things to use on Stolas, begged for Stolas to keep the deal, said multiple times about how much the deal is something he enjoyed and wanted to keep, and told Loona and M&M about how Stolas never forced anything on him which lead to months without intimacy between them. Where is the coercion??? Simply, it's not there.

Now let's look at Apology Tour, Blitz wants the arrangement back, to fuck Stolas again. Which tells us something that the people peddling the bullshit 'Stolas is a rapist' argument entirely ignore, Blitz is the one unhappy with the arrangement ending, not Stolas, Blitz.

Also, Blitz has the Asmodeun Crystal by this point, he could've easily have just told Stolas to fuck off and leave if he was truly being coerced and raped by him, but he chooses to stay because at this point he thinks this gesture is a farewell gift from Stolas, and it's been made very clear that Blitz has strong feelings for Stolas by this point despite his self-hatred, that he doesn't want to lose Stolas, which also helps to further prove that Blitz wanted to have sex with Stolas out of his entire free will.

Blitz having sex with Stolas was a way for Blitz to be close to Stolas without having to be vulnerable, and when Stolas gets rid of the arrangement Blitz is scared because it would force Blitz to be vulnerable towards Stolas.

Is all of this really the behavior of a person who felt coerced into sex he didn't want to have? Because I think it's pretty clear that Blitz at no point felt coerced into having sex with Stolas, and the people that claim otherwise I have good grounds to believe aren't even watching the same show anymore.

i think i can sum up everything you said here, from my pov, in one sentence: "A part of Blitz craved Stolas' "affection" and "interest" in him because he had never experienced true love before (+ all the trauma in his past really fucked him up when it comes to opening up his heart and recieveing love and not pushing people away), and pretty much got hooked to the "relationship" despite Stolas' gaslighting, name calling and manipulative tendencies"

long story short, blitz fell in love with his abuser and is unable to break free. symbolically, he cant break the chains

[thornwolfy235]

I wanted to share my concept for my impsona. I've been trying to draw her, and my hand doesn't want to convey what's in my brain. I'm having a similar issue with writing. So this will be kind of like an outline for her.

She is a hybrid, was born in the Lust ring, and her moniker is Lucky, but those have nothing to do with each other. (I haven't come up with a good given name as she rarely, if ever, uses it.)

Lucky's father was an imp and her mother was a hellhound. She refers to herself as an "imphound." Her head shape is similar to a fennec fox's, with a short muzzle and large ears positioned more to the sides of her head. Her small horns sit above them (still deciding if they're nubs or a little longer and slightly curved). Her body is nicely curvy and a little on the plumper side. Her hands are more imp-like than canine. She has thick thighs, but her lower legs are thin, ending in large paws rather than imp hooves. Her tail is thin like an imp's with a few spines at the top, but ends in a fluffy tuft. If what you're imaging resembles a jerboa with horns, you're on the right track.

Lust was too much for her, somewhat in terms of *lust* but mostly because of how metropolitan it was. Wrath's wide open spaces and hellish fauna lured her in and she got a job as a ranch hand. She essentially went through some hazing to prove her grit, and while she was told the first hellhorse she was handed was actually fresh off of the plains. The mare kicked her ass, leaving her with a horseshoe shaped scar on the side of her thigh, and would be the source of her moniker. (She usually rips her pants in such a way as to show off said scar.) The two would later become inseparable, of course. Lucky names the hellhorse Gyre. Her body is pale gray, her flames are blue and low but throw off a lot of smoke, which is what makes up most her mane and tail and is the source of her name.

How she fits into HH:

Charlie's trying to get her dad outside and interacting more after being holed up in the workshop for x years. She gets the idea for him to get a hellhorse, "It'll be like old times when you'd ride down to the lava lake to watch the hell ducks! Remember how relaxing that was for you?" (I have to imagine the royal family had horses before limos were invented). He gives in because how could he ever disappoint his Char-Char, goes down to Wrath and picks himself a gorgeous but ornery steed, so he's given Lucky to act as stablehand/trainer.

The pair have a slightly rough meeting. Lucky tends to play distant and aloof, especially when she's nervous, and she's a hybrid of Hell's lowest classes and he's the Satanforesaken *king of Hell*. That said, she can get snippy if she thinks the horses aren't being treated right. Lucifer is trash at peopling and also plays aloof to match the whole king-persona, and he's still got his dissociative moments he's working through. Through a much of miscommunications and misread signals, Lucifer's convinced she hates him, that she thinks he's just a failure in every sense of the word, and doesn't want to talk to him unless she's telling him what he's done wrong. Lucky thinks he despises her, sees her as even lower than imps and hellhounds because she's a hybrid, and doesn't care at all about his new horse.

Charlie is ecstatic about the stablehand, but feels bad that she's had a rough introduction to her dad and the hotel. So Charlie decides to have a girls' night sleepover to welcome the imphound and make her feel more at home (with Angel Dust because there's no way he's missing gossip from two other Rings, especially if one of them's Lust). Lucky's not keen on the idea, but she doesn't want to upset her boss's daughter (and honestly can't say no to Charlie's enthusiasm). While doing manicures and pedicures, Lucky offers to do Charlie's hooves as "I know my way around them."

Charlie shows off Lucky's work the next day, which gets Lucifer curious. Sure, he can snap his fingers to fix his appearance, but that also means he loses out on the relaxation of self-care. So Charlie suggests he has Lucky do his as well (read, she gushes about it to her dad, sees Lucky wandering by, and puts them both in a headlock until they agree to her puppy-dog eyes).

Cue calm, quiet time for Luci where he doesn't feel like he has to project that kingly aura and Lucky doesn't feel like she has to impress. It can be read as platonic or budding romance. (I mean, I am still thirsty for him, so yeah.)

[lady-oceana9518]

The Moth and the Direwolf (Vaggie x OC)

A/N: I’ve decided to ship my Hazbin Hotel OC, Morgana (aka Morga) with Vaggie. I hope you all enjoy this bit of fluffiness between these two lovely ladies😁

“Wonderful work today, everyone! Remember to work on those breathing techniques we practiced!” Morgana called out after the demons currently leaving one of the Hazbin Hotel’s multipurpose rooms. She had just finished a yin yoga and meditation session with a group of demons who struggled with serious anger issues. Charlie, who noticed their especially fiery tempers almost as soon as they were admitted to the hotel, knew that she needed to get them involved in some sort of activity to calm them down. Since Morgana had been leading yoga and meditation sessions since her arrival in Hell a couple months prior, Charlie passed them off to her for some mindfulness training.

Morga stretched her arms overhead until she felt a satisfying pop in her back. Rolling up her red yoga mat and grabbing her water bottle, she headed up to her room for a shower before lunchtime.

After her shower, Morga dressed in a flowing gray blouse with a bow tie at the collar, black slacks, and silver kitten heels. She hummed a random tune as she walked, enjoying the satisfying sound of the heels of her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor.

Upon her arrival in the hotel’s dining room, Morga noticed that Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Niffty were just starting to tuck into their lunches.

“Afternoon, everyone!” Morga greeted, baring her sharp white fangs in a grin.

Everyone greeted her warmly except for a certain Radio Demon. It was no secret that he was uncomfortable around dogs for some reason, so throw in the fact that Morga could shift into a full-blown direwolf, and you can imagine his wariness around her. She was honestly a little disappointed. She got along well with the rest of the hotel staff and thought he seemed like an interesting fellow. She would’ve liked to be friends with him too; but she guessed that was a task for another day.

Shrugging subtly, she grabbed a Kaiser roll, stacked it high with sliced roast beef to the delight of her carnivorous self, and served herself some mixed fruit on the side. With her plate in hand, she took a seat next to Vaggie and flashed the moth demon a flirtatious grin. She delighted in the subtle blush that appeared on the younger woman’s cheeks as well as the shy smile she gave the direwolf shifter in return. Since her arrival in Hell, Morga couldn’t deny that she’d met some very attractive demonesses, Vaggie chief among them. There was also quite a fetching hellhound named Loona, but she unfortunately lived all the way in Imp City and didn’t seem interested in the direwolf’s flirtations.

“So Morga, how was your session this morning??” Charlie asked eagerly, all but bouncing in her seat.

Morga returned her already half-eaten sandwich to her plate before replying, “We has a wonderful time as always! I can honestly say that the residents in my class have seemed noticeably calmer since they’ve started practicing.”

“That’s amazing!! I know it probably hasn’t been easy managing a bunch of rowdy sinners when you haven’t been in Hell that long...but I really appreciate your help!” Charlie gushed with a smile.

Morga smiled back and started a bit when she felt a soft touch on her arm. Glancing to the side, her inquisitive green eyes met Vaggie’s own soft and imploring gaze. “How have you been holding up since you arrived in Hell? I’m sure it hasn’t been easy.”

Smiling softly at the beautiful moth demon, Morga gently took Vaggie’s hand in her own. Meanwhile, Charlie and Niffty “awwed” in the background. “It’s much different than life in Heaven, but in the best way. It’s beautiful up there but just wasn’t exciting or interesting enough for me. Here, I finally feel like I have a purpose again and have felt so welcomed thanks to you all,” Morga confessed, smiling to the group as a whole then turning and nuzzling her nose against Vaggie’s for good measure.

Alastor did his best to ignore the direwolf shifter who he was extremely wary of because of her canine shape shifting abilities, while Charlie and Niffty assured Morga that they were happy to have her on board.

After lunch, Charlie returned to her office with Alastor in tow, mentioning something about needing to work out the details for an upcoming fundraising event, while Niffty happily skipped off to clean the occupied hotel rooms. That left Morga and Vaggie, who were currently walking to the hotel’s library for a well-deserved break. Vaggie, still not trusting Alastor, was constantly on edge and worried that he would take advantage of and manipulate Charlie. Morga didn’t like seeing the moth demon so stressed and sought to help her relax in the best way she knew how.

Once the heavy oak doors of the library clicked shut behind the two women, Vaggie let out a heavy sigh and proceeded to sprawl out on one of the room’s large leather couches.

“I’m not the only one who thinks that that cheesy talk show shitlord seems sketchy and untrustworthy, right? Please tell me I’m not crazy, Morga,” Vaggie groaned, closing her eye and leaning back against the armrest.

In response, Morga shifted seamlessly into her direwolf form and padded over to Vaggie. Hopping up on the couch, she gently lowered herself on top of Vaggie so that her large head rested comfortingly on the moth demon’s chest. She whined softly, prompting Vaggie to open her pink and yellow eye. Morga gazed at her earnestly, silently assuring her that her feelings were valid. Vaggie smiled and chuckled in return, ruffling the fur between Morga’s ears. Morga rumbled happily, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. Vaggie wrapped her arms around Morga’s neck in a hug and rested her cheek on top of her head.

“Hey, Morga? I really like you,” Vaggie confessed.

With her tail thumping loudly on the couch, Morga whined happily and nuzzled affectionately against Vaggie’s chin. Vaggie giggled softly and Morga remained in her wolf form for the next hour until she sensed that Vaggie had calmed down. Eventually, the two dozed off.

A couple hours later, Vaggie awoke, momentarily disoriented until she glanced down at the beautiful woman sleeping below her. Blushing and smiling to herself, she realized that she had been using the wolf shifter’s ample bosom as a pillow and Morga still had her arms wrapped around Vaggie’s waist. She guessed Morga had shifted back into her humanoid form while the two of them were napping. Vaggie placed a soft kiss onto Morga’s forehead, after which the wolf shifter’s leaf-green eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at Vaggie and cupped the right side of her face with her hand, which the moth demon happily leaned into.

“Hey, Vaggie? I really like you too,” Morga cooed, happy that she was finally able to respond to Vaggie’s earlier confession in words.

Vaggie, bursting with happiness, leaned down and captured Morga’s soft lips in her own. With a groan, Morga placed her hand on the back of Vaggie’s head to draw her closer. After several moments the two women withdrew, breathless, to gaze into each other’s eyes with fond smiles.

Who could’ve imagined that it was possible to find something, and someone, so beautiful in the middle of Hell?