#Blitz's panic buttons

[verosikastrikerexcuser]

Cannot stop thinking about this image and quaking. Top 10 worst images of all time. FNAF Marionette has nothing on Stolas in this image.

[lvrhughes]

I Wish You Would | N. Hischier

1989 tv masterlist

pairing: Nico Hischier x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none?

summary: After you and Nico had an argument, you two are brought back together.

not my gif!

“Nico please-” 

“Please what, schatz?” 

“I just wish you’d-” 

“What? What do you want?” 

“I can’t do this right now.” The call ended quickly, pressing the end call button within seconds before immediately regretting it. 

“Shit.” 

The call back you sent went straight to voicemail, the next five after that too. All of your messages left unanswered, all calls sent to voicemail, all your follows removed from his socials. 

“Come on, one night, you’re always with Nico anyways you can leave it for one night to have a few drinks with us!” Your best friend encouraged, holding your arm as she begged for you to join. 

“Fine.” You agree, grabbing your wallet from the nearby counter before following her out. 

Your group of friends meeting up at a random bar in the city, dancing the night away in the bar, sipping drinks all night. 2am was when it really hit you, it had been three days without Nico and it was torture. 

The ringing of the call in your ear, your head in your hand as your other held the phone to your ear. 

“Nico?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he answered. 

“Schlatz?” His voice was groggy, clearly having just woken. 

“I’m sorry, it’s two am you don’t deserve this. I'm so sorry I miss you and I want to go home.” Your words slowly progressing to a sob.

“Where are you?” You could hear the shuffling on the other side of the line as you muffled a sob. 

“Blitz.” Your voice barely audible but Nico knew, he knew your friends, he knew where they’d take you. 

“I’ll be there in five.” He spoke quickly, moving to gather his keys and clothes as he ended the call. 

Your body sat, shaking, on the sidewalk, waiting for Nico. His car pulling forward quickly, his body jumping from his seat to you instantly. 

“God, Schlatz, what are you doing? Let’s go.” He urged, his arms pulling your body against his.

The car was quiet, the windows down while you drove past your street. The memories flooding your mind, glancing at Nico from the corner of your eye. 

“Nico, I’m sorry, for that night-” 

“It’s in the past.” His voice interrupting yours, continuing to drive straight. 

His hand on his back lead you inside, giving you his spare room until the moring. Until you’d leave not knowing how to handle it. Nico’s thoughts running wild with the assumption of your hatred towards him. 

Two am, your room filled with the light of the street, lying on your bed willing sleep to overcome. The passing of headlights grabbing your attention, returning your thoughts back to Nico. Two weeks had passed and he still flooded your mind. 

Wishing he’d come back, wishing you’d never hung up that call, wishing Nico knew that. Wishing he was right there. 

It was the only way the nights would go, wishing on every star that he’d come back, he’d hear you out. Wishing that you’d both remember what you were fighting for.  

I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for. Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore. And I wish you were right here, right now. 

The message was never meant to send, typing it out as tears flooded your waterline at the dreaded two am. Yet, it sent, you couldn’t even remember hitting send until the morning when you saw the words delivered underneath. 

“Oh no, no.” The panic urging your voice to rise, staring at your phone in defeat. The message quickly turning to read in front of your eyes, throwing your phone off to the side when it hit. 

Your phone buzzing from its place on the floor, across the room now, while you sat with your knees to your chest. 

And you stayed like that for as long as you could, waiting half an hour before moving, your head in turmoil as you moved. Leaving your phone in favor of making food, making far too much to condone your stress. The choice was made early to stay in all day, it was a sweet off day that you had no plans on, so the plan to binge all your favorite movies was perfect. 

Your phone stayed discarded on your bedroom floor, ignoring all messages of the day, ignore Nico’s reply. 

The banging on your door waking you, groaning as you moved from your spot on the couch, the space you had fallen asleep while watching your movie earlier. Glancing at the clock on the stove as you passed, two am flashed your vision. 

“No way,” Your voice was quiet, growing louder to yell at the door as you approached. “Whoever is here at two am you better have a death with!” 

The sound of his laugh echoed through the door, stopping you in your tracks. Your next steps slow, opening the door quickly to see him. His body leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. 

His movements quick, standing up and uncrossing his arms, his body pushing into your house. Moving you from in the doorway, pushing you back into your house as he shut the door behind him. The only light coming from the soft light above the stove emitting from the kitchen, flooding through the doorway that lead to it. 

“Nico.” Your voice was a breathy whisper, getting caught in your throat. 

“Did you mean it?” His face in the dark, his hair falling in his face, he was something out of a fairytale. 

“Fuck Nico, I wish you’d come, wish I’d never hung up the phone like I did, wish you knew that I’d never forget you as long as I’d live. I wish you were right here, right now, it’s all good. I wish you would.” You paused, catching your breath before continuing, Nico’s hands holding your waist now. His grip tightening with each word. “You always knew how to push my buttons, you gave me everything and nothing, this mad,mad love makes you come running.” 

“Schlatz,” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as his hands gripped your hips. “I’m here, I’m never leaving.” 

His lips found their place on yours, melting your body against his. Your hands running through his hair, his hands moving to lift you, carrying you to your room. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t answer me this morning, I could’ve had you all day.” He mumbled, breaking the kiss before peppering your face in more. 

“I was scared! That message wasn’t supposed to send!” You grinned, tugging at the end of his hair. 

“Well I’m glad it did.” He grinned, hovering over your body where you laid on the bed, where he’d thrown you. 

“I’m glad it did too.” 

His lips found their home against yours again, pressing his body against yours. His wordless promise to never leave again.

[chaifootsteps]

once again begging HB fandom to please, please rewatch season 1, especially murder family & loo loo land

I saw a post claiming that Stolas made the full moon deal for Blitz's benefit, because asking for compensation with the only thing Blitz has shown interest in (sex) was apparently nicer on Stolas' part than just like... asking Blitz to rent the book from him with money or something

and I'm just like what??? this kind of take can only come from a headcanon because there's nothing in the show to support it apart from Stolas' own self-delusion (which doesn't excuse him given all the evidence to the contrary he should have noticed).

After their one night stand Blitz never shows an interest in having sex with Stolas. At the point they were at in murder family Stolas had no reason to assume Blitz still wanted sex from him, there isn't much more Blitz could have done to make it clear he wasn't interested!

Blitz ghosts him after their one night stand (by Stolas' admission on the phone call in full moon, it's 'never a good time', suggesting Blitz dodges Stolas' calls constantly and Stolas never gets a hint), tries multiple times to get him off the phone/get to the point in murder family & spends basically all his lines with Stolas in Loo Loo Land shutting it down whenever Stolas tries to flirt/make a move on him (one of which results in Stolas interrupting him mid-protest to condescend to him by saying he's 'cute when he's serious', ignoring totally the thing Blitz just told him not to do)

even later in the series when Blitz is supposedly developing feelings for Stolas and (according to stol/tz logic, not mine) enjoying being forced to sleep with Stolas he still sends him text replies of one or two word answers. it doesn't help that this interest Blitz supposedly shows is never onscreen. Even the two scenes that are the best 'evidence' of why Stolas would get mixed signals are still a reach - Blitz doesn't exactly seem super enthusiastic about sleeping with Stolas in The Circus and he's disinterested and annoyed by Stolas the whole time during their "date" (Stolas' phrase, not Blitz's) in Ozzies. when it comes to being expected to sleep with Stolas at the end of the latter episode he turns it down flat and Stolas' texts show he still doesn't get what the problem is.

Stolas' level of self delusion is his own problem. Not Blitz's. If he couldn't notice that Blitz isn't smiling in a single photo on his own then there's no reason to make Blitz responsible for not screaming in Stolas' ear to get through to him because it clearly wouldn't have worked. Stolas did not want to hear it. Going by what I suspect their convo in full moon will be like, he still doesn't and probably won't take in any criticisms Blitz is allowed to make (and goodness knows the show loves to make characters criticize Stolas in the flimsiest way possible so he can easily talk around them or rebut them)

Also saw the take repeated yet again (as many others have) that Blitz "never once explicitly tells Stolas no".

Besides the fact it's blatantly wrong & just a rewrite of what actually happened in the show - he says no in Ozzie's, he repeatedly tells Stolas to knock it off and voices his discomfort several times in Loo Loo Land - it's frankly disturbing to see this repeated so often.

Like part of the entire problem is that Stolas has put Blitz in a situation where he cannot say no. That is why this is sexual extortion: Blitz needs the book to keep his business running so Stolas has forced him into treating him with kid gloves to avoid making him angry and bankrupting his company (and putting his employees and daughter out onto the street if he can't pay them) as a result.

Even if Blitz was far less vocal about telling Stolas off when he annoys him, that wouldn't make the full moon deal or Stolas' rationalization of it OK. The fact that he does say no multiple times and indicates how he doesn't want Stolas coming onto him outside of their deal (again, the panic button for Stolas in his office & the way he has to go out of his way to clarify to Stolas that he had better not try and come onto him in the theme park - only to be interrupted and demeaned - suggests Stolas' understanding of boundaries is poor and that Blitz does not nor should not feel safe around him) should indicate well enough that Blitz is not interest in sex with Stolas and would have cut him out of his life in early s1 if he'd had the choice. But he didn't and it's disturbing to see the fandom apply revisionist history to suggest that isn't the case.

And what's worse is it's obvious Vivzie agrees with them, or wants to make it seem like she does because she can't be bothered to write actual character development for Stolas to make him a love interest that wouldn't be a total horror show for Blitz to be with. Instead Stolas achieving the bare minimum of saying Blitz's name right (and being nice to him on the phone offscreen) is enough, apparently

I remember you or someone else made a compilation of Blitz saying no or pushing back on Stolas as a video. It feels like we're at a 'don't make me tap the sign' type of point where that series of clips should just be the reply to anyone still pushing this claim.

That was indeed me, and here it is. Also, thank you for this ask, because every word is 100% correct.

[fandom-nursery]

Moxxie agere headcanons

Regressed between ages 1-5 

He regressed involuntarily a lot before he told Millie. Once she knew she helped get him on a schedule where he voluntarily regressed about twice a week. The schedule helped him a lot 

He can usually suppress his regression for a little while if he feels unsafe but once he’s somewhere safe it becomes almost impossible for him to push his regression away

He’s a little embarrassed about his regression but is learning to accept it. He thinks he  will be made fun of for it and is reluctant to let anyone find out. He does however openly defend age regression if it comes up in conversation 

Little Moxxie is a bit clumsy and tends to need help with more fiddly things like buttons or trying his shoes 

Very emotional little and cries very easily 

He isn’t very talkative when small and baby talks a lot or goes totally silent and uses sign language 

He is very anxious and shy when small. Tends to hide behind Millie a lot and prefers to be alone with her. New people scare him 

He needs to be put down for a nap regularly or he will becomes fussy and overtired

He likes to be carried if he trusts the person doing the carrying. He will squirm and run away from people he doesn't know well and doesn’t trust but would gladly spend every second he’s little in millies arms. It’s a huge moment of pride for Blitz the first time Moxie lets him pick him up

He is afraid of water even if it’s just a bath but he can be coaxed into one with snuggles and bubbles and toys. Millie will often hold him and let him put his hand in the water to make sure it’s safe and then help him stand up in the water before slowly coxing him down. She has learned to be so careful when washing his hair so he doesn’t get water in his eyes. He also worries about going down the drain and needs to be taken out of the tub before the plug is pulled 

He’s a fairly chill little and enjoys calming low stakes activities. He likes to color and listen to music and he likes to be Millie's little helper in the kitchen. It makes him feel useful 

Big apples and peanut butter kid. He also likes to be bottle fed 

Millie usually feeds him while he’s little (mostly because his favorite place to be while eating is in her lap) 

Millie buys him a lot of toys once he tells her he’s a regressor. She impulse buys him things most of the time she goes out 

Millie gave him a stuffed animal with a voice box that is her voice saying I love you. She originally got it as a silly valentines day gift before moxie told her he regresses but now it’s his go to comfort item. It helps him deal with the separation anxiety he feels whenever Millie can’t be there with him while he’s small 

He has some more comfy house clothes he is partial to while little and he likes to wear things with more colors when small 

Millie always has a few paci’s lying around while moxie is small 

He needs to wear pull ups or diapers while little and Millie has been really working on helping him feel less embarrassed about this fact  

He told Millie about his regression after she met Crimson. He wanted there to be no more secrets between them and he knew that the recent trauma he has been through would probably make him regress way more. She was very accepting and happily became his caregiver 

Blitz figured it out on his own due to his general spying and knowledge of regression because he is also little. He didn’t tell moxie he knew because he didn't want to accidentally give away anything that would reveal his own regression but eventually Moxie told him on his own  

He calls Millie mama 

He’s very well behaved and tends panic if he makes a mistake or breaks a rule since his idea of what an appropriate punishment is for that has been very skewed by his upbringing   

[batbitesthebat]

yo bat! here's a splatoon related question for ya

what weapon do you main?

**inhale**

Aerospray...... **cough**

NOWNOWNOW

I dont wanna hear it

ITS A GOOD WEAPON

ITS A PREETTY DARN GOOD WEAPON

Aerospray gets a lot of flack and is called the worst weapon in the game only because the people who claim this are playing it wrong

And i say this as a relatively competitive person who defaults to ranked modes and only plays turf to take breaks from ranked/experiment with new weapons

Aerospray is a supporting weapon and its biggest strengths are its ability to ink turf and load its soecial quickly. Thats because its a supporting weapon!!

Many people dislike it because it requires 5 hits to splat a teammate unlike the usual 3 or 4.

However this should not be as big of an issue once you get used to the weapon because it has many ways to counter this.

First off it is a lightweight weapon meaning the aerospray has the fastest swim speed that there is (not including with gear) and inks extremely well due to the fast fire rate so you can move around the map very easily to splat an opponent.

Second off its a supporting weapon so you'll usually be around someone who will either deliever the final shot or simply help you splat your opponent

Third off fizzy bomb is an underrated gem and broken with bomb power up and I always throw them charged as my long range attacks to make up for the aerosprays short range and it's very easy to splat your opponent or at least damage them and get them caught in your ink for a second so you get an oppurtunity to get at em. It also helps slow opponents down which is useful for clam blitz and rainmaker.

Reefslider is a special that too many people use as a panic button like splashdown, but it's more situational. Although flawed, it has its benefits. You can run away from opponents who aren't in your immediate area and it immediately beats most specials (booyah bomb, triple splashdown, splattercolor screen, ultrastamp, ink vac, triple inkstrike, big bubbler, etc.) and if it can't beat it it does a good job running away from things.

Running (swimming) away from things is very important as an aerospray because you need to know what fights you can't pick and respond to that as early as possible, luckily its easy thanks to what i mentioned before (high fire rate = more ink on the ground, fast swim speed) and also fizzy bombs leave a path of ink after you throw them!!

Personally for my gear i use lots of ink saver, ink recovery, sub power up and ink percentage reducer, as well as special power-up to increase reefslider range

Reefslider is also good with cheesing splat zones

I will never stop defending aerospray!!

Aero for life!!

[serendipity-writes]

seen so much you could get the blues

Written for Harringrove Week July 2022! Prompt: the Harrington lake house

Fics for this event: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Rated teen, 3.4k

Warning for suicidal thoughts/ideation and alcohol mentions

Summary:

That’s what it is, he realizes, that’s what’s keeping him up at night, what has him walking the knife edge of paranoia. He feels helpless, hopeless. He feels hunted.

“I’m tired of being scared all the time. Thought maybe this would help, but I just feel worse.”

“We’re all fucked up, Harrington. You’re not special,” Billy says.

read on ao3

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The house is quiet for the first time in maybe seven hours.

Not just quiet, but silent; not even soft snores or the faint swish of water lapping at the lake shore penetrate the bubble surrounding Steve. He picks his way around the dropped cups, spilled liquor, and broken glass that litters the living room floor, draping the blanket from his bed over Jonathan, who’s passed out on the couch. It’s not like Steve’s using it.

Normally, Steve likes the hour after a party’s over, the silence and darkness and frozen state of the world. It takes a moment to adjust, to come down from the high of the party, but by that point it’s toeing the line of overstaying its welcome and he needs a break anyway. But it’s like he can’t come down from this one, hasn’t been able to in the hour and change since he kicked everyone but Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan out.

It’s like he hasn’t been able to come down all week.

They’d been skeptical when he brought up the idea of throwing a late summer rager, and fairly so. Nancy in particular hadn’t been thrilled, seeing as how Tina’s Halloween bash had gone, but Steve assured her this one wouldn’t be the same.

“Listen, I don’t give a shit about all of the popularity contests or reclaiming my title as ‘King Steve,’” he’d told her, which wasn’t quite true but was close enough that she didn’t call him out on it. “This is just an excuse to get blitzed out of my mind and wake up with a hangover rather than a panic attack for once.”

She conceded quickly enough after that.

And it worked great, while it was happening. But then it ended, Steve hustled everyone out the door not because his parents would kill him for throwing a party in their lake house but because he just didn’t want to deal with people that weren’t his people anymore, and then his people crashed within fifteen minutes. Steve spent an hour lying on his back, staring at the shadows the trees made on his ceiling and convincing himself he saw monsters in leaves and moonlight until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

It’s not that he can’t sleep, per se. He just can’t make himself want to.

The clock in the kitchen reads 3:17. Steve hits the brew button on the coffeemaker without checking to see if it actually has coffee in it. It whirs quietly as he retrieves a mug from the overhead cabinet, the first sound he’s heard in an hour beside the screaming in his head. The mug clinks when he sets it on the counter, and he’d be worried about waking Jonathan if he didn’t know for a fact that that boy is dead to the world.

A thin stream of coffee pours into the pot, and Steve fills his mug to the brim. He’s mostly sober by now, but he’s restless and anxious and has to go all the way or else he’ll start drinking again. And despite the brief release it provides, he doesn’t actually want to become an alcoholic. He wants to feel prepared for the things that go bump in the night. Yeah, the coffee will probably make him worse, but at least he’ll have his head back.

It burns the roof of his mouth when he takes his first sip. A part of him wants to chase the pain. The rest says it’s not worth it.

The house is too small, has been since he was a kid, and Steve steps carefully around the detritus left by trauma and teenage rebellion so he can slip out the door to stand on the back porch. The chilly air on his face is bracing, a reminder that fall is approaching even if it’s still ninety degrees and sunny during the day. He takes another sip of coffee, cooled by the breeze running fingers through his hair, and stares out over the water.

It’s still, unnervingly so, and Steve misses the height of the party, when the less sloppily drunk kids had decided to go skinny dipping off the dock.

The same dock, he realizes, that someone’s sitting on right now. Quick on the draw, Harrington, a voice chides in his head. It almost sounds like it could be someone he knows. But the three people he knows best are asleep in the house behind him, and he made everyone else leave.

He steps off the edge of the porch and starts walking barefoot down the path to the lake. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. He knows what’s out here, knows what he could find, but he’s not sure he cares anymore. Besides, as he draws closer, the silhouette settles into the figure of a man sitting cross-legged on the wooden slats. He shifts slightly and Steve catches the bright glow of a cigarette over his shoulder.

Demogorgons don’t smoke.

He isn’t disappointed, not even a little, not at all.

The moonlight is bright enough to illuminate Steve when he stops just behind the other person’s left shoulder, bright enough to illuminate the planes and angles of Billy Hargrove’s face as he takes another drag from his cigarette, gaze fixed straight ahead. He doesn’t have a shirt on and his hair is still damp from the lake, shining darkly in the white glow. Steve can’t decide if he looks more or less human like this.

“What are you still doing here?” It comes out rough, scratchy because he hasn’t spoken in the last hour and before that he was screaming with everyone else.

Billy blows smoke out into the night. “Don’t want to go home yet.” It’s barely louder than a whisper, but the sound carries. It’s just because they’re near water, Steve tells himself. It has nothing to do with the attention they’re drawing to themselves by breaking the silence. Normal kids don’t think like that.

Steve shrugs and sits down next to Billy. He feels the other boy’s eyes on him as he raises his mug to his lips, tasting the coffee but not swallowing any. After a moment, he offers it to Billy.

Maybe an eternity later, he accepts it, holding out his cigarette in return. Steve takes a drag, feels the nicotine sharpening the edges of his mind. Edges that could cut, he thinks. Edges that will cut, if he isn’t careful.

They can cut him. That’s fine. But he can’t let them cut anyone else.

“What are you still doing up?”

The question interrupts Steve’s private pity party, pulling him back to the lake, to the dock. “Don’t want to sleep,” he says. Billy nods briefly and hands the coffee back to Steve.

They stay like that for a few minutes, passing the mug of coffee and the single cigarette back and forth until both are drained and useless.

“You alright?” Steve asks. It’s too cold for Billy to be sitting out here in just a pair of jeans, but then again, it’s too cold for jeans and a t-shirt and that’s all Steve has.

“What is this, twenty questions?” Billy scoffs, then squints at Steve. “I should be asking you. You don’t look so hot, Harrington.”

Steve knows, sees the dark circles under his eyes every morning, feels himself shaking even though the temperature isn’t bothering him. He feels stretched thin, one phone call away from bursting apart at the seams. “Please,” he replies, trying for one of his patented King Steve grins, even though he knows it’ll fall flat. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this, Hargrove.”

Billy rolls his eyes, reaches toward his pocket like he’s going to pull out another cigarette but thinks better of it. Steve brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs, rests his cheek on them so he can look at Billy. The moonlight, the stark contrast between light and dark, should make him look harsher, but they do the opposite. He looks almost… well, soft isn’t a word Steve ever thought he’d associate with Billy Hargrove, but he looks like he could be.

“How was it, being the King of Hawkins High?” Steve’s not sure why he asks; he knows well enough, it can’t have changed that much. He still finds himself curious, though, listening intently for Billy’s answer.

“It’s a heavy crown,” Billy says, and even though Steve knows it’s true, knows he’s not lying, he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. “Sometimes I think maybe you got it right, getting out while you could. Say a word and you’re dead,” he adds, but it sounds like an afterthought. Steve huffs a laugh through his nose anyway.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Steve’s fully awake now, fully aware, and he remembers why he’d wanted to get blackout drunk and forget all of his problems. There are worse things out there that want him dead than Billy Hargrove. He’s stared them in the face.

He wishes he could say that meant he wasn’t afraid of them anymore.

That’s what it is, he realizes, that’s what’s keeping him up at night, what has him walking the knife edge of paranoia. He feels helpless, hopeless. He feels hunted.

Steve says it before he even thinks it, before he even wants to think it. “I’m tired of being scared all the time. Thought maybe this would help, but I just feel worse.”

He coughs as a wave of cigarette smoke hits him in the face. Billy leans back, a satisfied grin creeping across his face as Steve glares at him. So he did light up again.

“We’re all fucked up, Harrington. You’re not special,” he says.

“I know, trust me.” Steve gives a dry, humorless chuckle, holds his fingers up without looking over. The cigarette lands in them anyway. He takes a long pull, holding the smoke in his lungs until it burns, until it hurts enough that he feels alive. “I’m like, the least special person alive,” he breathes on the exhale. “Ever feel like everyone else brings something to the table, something important, and you’ve got absolutely nothing?” He scoffs, keeps talking before Billy can answer. “What am I talking about, you’re Billy Hargrove. The King, the heartthrob, the basketball captain. You’re practically dripping value.”

“Hey,” Billy cuts in, sharp but somehow not threatening. “Don’t go around assuming you know what my life’s like. I did that to you last year, till you taught me not to.”

Steve makes a non committal sound in the back of his throat, lets Billy steal the cigarette back from his loose grip. He stares at the lake again, the perfect, black mirror of it. He hadn’t gone swimming with everyone else because he’d felt like it would swallow him whole and he’d never come back out. Now, he wonders if that would really be such a bad thing. If he just slipped under the water and let it take him away.

“Why’re you telling me all this, anyway?”

It takes Steve a moment to register the question, another to realize he doesn’t know. They were poking and prodding each other just a few hours ago, Tommy egging them both on. Steve was goaded into shotgunning four beers, Billy chugged vodka straight from the bottle. They narrowly avoided a two-on-two fistfight, Nancy quite literally dragging Tommy and Billy away while Robin held Steve and Jonathan back the only reason they didn’t actually come to blows. Steve doesn’t even remember what it was about, doesn’t have the energy to care. The point is that historically, they’re not exactly good together.

But it’s not like he’s got anyone else. There’s Nancy and Jonathan, of course, but he’s always felt like he’s on the periphery, not quite fully in their loop. And he has Robin now, but she’s been through less than he has and he wants to keep it that way. It’s not… he feels different from them too, like they’ve been able to process, to move on with their lives while Steve’s rooted in place, poised and waiting for a threat that’s already come and gone. And he’s sure they’re still not over it, no one is, but none of them have to go home to a big, empty house every night and think about how all they can really do is throw their body in front of danger, how they’re practically useless if they can’t get there in time. None of them stay up all night waiting for a message that they desperately hope won’t come until they start wishing it does, just to prove all the watching and fear and pain was worth it, just to be able to do something.

He shrugs. “Guess it’s easier, sometimes, to talk to someone who doesn’t care at all than the people who will care too much, y’know?”

Billy doesn’t respond right away, and when Steve turns to look at him, he finds Billy staring back. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he says, shaking his head. “Just, you seem like the kind of guy who always cares too much.”

In any other context, Steve is pretty sure he would take that as an insult. “Yeah,” he says, thinking about Nancy and Robin, sleeping in the same bed in the room next to his, about Jonathan, who’s going to cut his feet on glass in the morning because he refused to take the other bed, about Dustin and Lucas and Will and Mike and El and even Max. “I can’t really help it at this point.”

Billy shrugs, turning back to the lake and raising his cigarette to his lips. “Well, maybe that’s what you bring to the table. Not many people are capable of caring like that.” There’s a bitter edge to his voice, like they’re starting to tread on something personal. Steve doesn’t want to push him, but it isn’t easy to keep his mouth shut.

Billy blows smoke rings over the dock. Steve tracks their movement until they dissipate above the lake. As the last one floats by, he feels a gentle pressure under his chin and turns his head slightly to see Billy’s fingers in front of his face, holding the cigarette to his lips. It’s his thumb that’s under Steve’s chin, anchoring his hand to Steve’s head.

Steve imagines he can taste Billy’s lips on the paper as he takes a drag, staring Billy in the eyes. Even washed out in the moonlight, they’re so fucking blue. Billy’s touch lingers on Steve’s skin even after he’s broken the contact between them. Silence falls again, the kind of silence that presses on Steve, that makes him feel trapped. He digs his fingernails into his arms, but the pain isn’t as grounding as it used to be.

“I’m sorry,” Billy says suddenly. Steve’s startled by the words themselves, grateful for the sound of them. “For beating the shit outta you last fall. And for going after the kid.”

“You should be,” Steve says instead of something rational like “Thank you” or “I appreciate it,” because apparently he actually has a death wish. “But I—I realize what it must have looked like to you, how bad it was. I’m sorry too.” He only looks at Billy after he’s done speaking. Billy nods, looking pensive as he pulls from his cigarette again.

“Some shit went down that night,” he says. It’s not a question. Steve nods anyway. “That why you’re afraid?”

“I dunno.” He does know. Not that it matters; Billy seems to see through the lie.

“I know what it’s like,” he says slowly, looking out over the lake, “to be scared all the time. It sucks ass.”

Steve huffs in agreement, flopping back so he’s lying on the dock, legs stretched out in front of him. After a moment, he hears rustling beside him, feels the warmth of Billy’s arm line up with his as he follows Steve to the floor.

“I just want it to be over,” Steve whispers.

“Someday,” Billy replies, and it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Steve.

It all seems so surreal, this conversation, the kind of thing that could only happen at three in the morning, far away from anywhere they see each other during the day. And that’s the worst part; they’re fifty miles outside of Hawkins. The lake isn’t going to swallow him. There are no demodogs stalking the underbrush, waiting to catch him by surprise. Not even a whiff of a gate to be seen. Steve knows he’s being irrational about it all, there’s nothing out here to get him, but he’s still shaking, his heart’s still racing like it’s the last five minutes of a game.

Maybe he can’t get away from it.

“Don’t go home,” he says before he can overthink it. He feels Billy shift next to him, knows he’s being stared at, keeps his eyes fixed on the stars overhead.

“What?” There’s something in Billy’s voice that Steve can’t quite identify. He wants, desperately, to know what Billy’s thinking in this moment. If he were El, he could find out. The best he can do now is turn his own head, meeting Billy’s gaze. Their faces are inches apart.

“You said you didn’t want to go home,” Steve says, because once he starts digging, he can’t stop. “So don’t. Stay here tonight.”

Billy chuckles, but it’s strained, like he’s trying to hide something else. “I don’t think your nerdy little friends are gonna like that.”

“Who cares what they think?” Steve asks, and now he’s really caught Billy by surprise, because at literally any other time, he’d fight to the death for them. “There’s plenty of room.” A bald faced lie.

“Steve,” Billy says, and it’s serious now, intensely so. “Don’t do this. I don’t need protecting.”

Steve’s thrown for a moment, because he hadn’t thought Billy needed protection, hadn’t been trying to offer it. Something’s stirring at the back of his mind, Don’t go around assuming you know what my life’s like and I know what it’s like to be scared all the time and I don’t need protecting, but he’ll figure it out later. “Then protect me,” he says, and wants it even when Billy’s eyes widen in surprise. “Just. Stay.”

Steve’s not quite sure what happens after that. One moment Billy’s lying next to him, looking like he might be giving in to Steve’s obvious desperation, and the next he’s on top of Steve, arms bracketing his head and one leg slotted between Steve’s.

“Did you mean it?” he whispers. Steve feels the warm puff of breath hit his nose.

“Mean what?” He sounds absolutely wrecked to his own ears, and he should care that Billy can probably hear it but he doesn’t.

“When you said you wouldn’t tell,” Billy says, and it takes Steve a moment to remember that far back. “Did you mean it?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, and then Billy’s kissing him.

It’s like drowning and coming up for air at the same time, like a weight’s been lifted from his chest even as he’s being smothered. Billy’s a solid presence above him, the only solid thing he’s felt in the last year, and it takes Steve all of three seconds to run his hands up Billy’s sides and pull him down until he’s pressing Steve into the dock. Billy’s lips strike sparks against Steve’s, light a fire in the pit of his stomach where he’d been cold and empty. And he knew before, knew that he was hollow, but he didn’t realize how much of him was gone until now. He’s not sure what he can get away with, knows most people don’t like a tongue shoved all the way down their throat, but he needs this like he needs to eat, to breathe, to stop thinking. Needs to be as close to Billy as possible.

For the first time all day, all week, maybe since his life was quite literally ripped in two, Steve feels real.

Billy starts kissing along his jaw, down his neck, and Steve feels his nails scratching Billy’s back but he can’t stop his fingers curling in. “Don’t leave,” he pleads one last time, eyes screwed shut and hands clutching desperately at Billy’s shoulders. “I don’t want to be alone.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Billy moves back up to his face, wipes at the tears falling from the corners of his eyes with the pads of his thumbs.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[hazbincalifornia]

I’ve been thinking about kind of like… Fizz and Stolas hatesex? In the fitzo au. I guess not really hatesex because when they do hate each other they’d never sleep together, but even when they’re on their way to a better relationship for Blitz’s sake, I think Fizz is good at riling up Stolas and goading him into being forceful and aggressive and disrespectful and Blitz is just watching like hey, I want some of that action

I can see both Ozzie and Blitz offering ‘hey, do you two want to maybe try it?’ since Blitzo getting with Ozzie likely happens before these two do anything.

Fizz knows exactly how to push Stolas’s buttons, and if a little bit of it is repressed annoyance at the fact that Stolas was a ‘better’ partner for a while, that’s his business- it gets the bird to fuck him good and hard, anyway. (On Stolas’s end, getting to ‘wreck’ Fizz for the times Stolas had to help coax Blitzo out of a panic attack is weirdly cathartic.)

And yeah, if Blitzo is watching he probably wants to join in at some point because seeing Fizz be a brat and Stolas be aggressive… hot.

[eagles]

How ‘Bout Them Eagles!

The Eagles were dominant against Dallas. For a half. They led 20-3 and controlled the game at halftime. Dallas made terrific adjustments and really took it to the Eagles, eventually cutting the lead to 20-17. More than a few people had to be ready to hit the panic button. I put down my PBR and […] from Iggles Blitz https://ift.tt/bW7GXMe via IFTTT

[novumtimes]

Euro 2024 Poland 1-3 Austria: Marko Arnautovic penalty helps Ralf Rangnicks side to first win | Football News

Poland became the first nation to be knocked out of Euro 2024 following a 3-1 defeat to Austria. Goals from Gernot Trauner, Christoph Baumgartner and Marko Arnautovic sealed an impressive win for Ralf Rangnick’s side in Berlin, which left their opponents with two defeats from their first two Group D fixtures. And as a result of the goalless draw between the Netherlands and France later on in the evening, Poland exited the competition with one game to spare. Austria started the game at breakneck speed and their aggressive attacking approach paid off inside 10 minutes, when Philipp Mwene clipped a cross to the near post, where Trauner leapt to guide in a classy header. The intensity waned as the half went on, allowing Poland to begin to mount a comeback; Nicola Zalewski rushed a shot over the bar, before Philipp Lienhart diverted a shot from Piotr Zielinski away and then bravely put his head in the way of a cross to the near post from Przemyslaw Frankowski. On the half-hour, they were back in it. A cross from the left brought an element of panic to the penalty area and, after Jan Bednarek’s shot was blocked by Trauner, Krzysztof Piatek seized control and tucked home the equaliser. The Polish contingent in the stands received a lift when talisman Robert Lewandowski was introduced with half an hour to play, but Austria were soon in front again; Alexander Prass’ sweeping pass was dummied by Arnautovic and finished by Baumgartner. It was job done after 78 minutes when Marcel Sabitzer was clumsily brought down by goalkeeper Wojciech Szczesny in the box, which allowed ex-Stoke and West Ham frontman Arnautovic to finish coolly, make sure of the points and kick-start Austria’s Euro 2024 campaign. Monterosa This content is provided by Monterosa, which may be using cookies and other technologies. To show you this content, we need your permission to use cookies. You can use the buttons below to amend your preferences to enable Monterosa cookies or to allow those cookies just once. You can change your settings at any time via the Privacy Options. Unfortunately we have been unable to verify if you have consented to Monterosa cookies. To view this content you can use the button below to allow Monterosa cookies for this session only. Enable Cookies Allow Cookies Once Stats: Story of the match Analysis – Amazing Austria are ones to watch Sky Sports’ Sam Blitz: Austria had a place in many analysts’ Euro 2024 ‘dark horses’ picks. You can definitely see why after their latest display. Ralf Rangnick’s side picked up their first win against Poland but did so in a very attractive style. Full-backs Stefan Posch and Philipp Mwene were arguably their best sources of attack. Sitting midfielders Nicolas Seiwald and Konrad Laimer generated some of their best chances of the game. Poland’s defence could not deal with Christoph Baumgartner and Marcel Sabitzer’s running and work in the half spaces. Now Austria stand on the brink of the knockout rounds and face a big game against the Netherlands to seal their place. Getting second place could be crucial as it could be England in the first knockout round if they finish third. But looking at how both teams are playing, would that be so bad? So far in Group D… Source link via The Novum Times

[sui-generis-elessar]

Titan's War - Elessar

#1 C O R E ― August 4th

Elessar had turned his head to look at a wall as glasses began to shiver and clink against each other. It was only the briefest of moments, enough for Elessar to frown and think of an Earthquake. When the sound of an ungodly explosion erupts through the front door. Car sirens and screams emerge from the lessening rumble as Elessar hit the panic button that dropped the metal shutters. Accident or attack he knew that it would be expected for everyone to help. And who knew? Maybe this would be the opportunity to build a little closer towards his own dreams. Even if he had to build it on tragedy. He’d always found it to be a very secure foundation. War time was always good for thoughtful profiteers.

#2 C O N T R O L ― August 6th

The whistle reminded Elessar of the Blitz. That screaming death from above and he looked up wildly trying to find where it was coming from. But as it grew louder and louder, he fell to his knees as he covered his ears, waiting to be blown to pieces. Elessar screamed as the sound continued to build and build until… nothing. Silence. Elessar opened his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily before he felt it. That tug of the moon that he felt deep in his body. His eyes widened in terror as he fought the urge to shift. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t right. He bent his head back as he felt his back break and he howled as his body broke and reformed. The pain of the force like the first time. The pain was unbearable. And that was the last thing he remembered until he woke up several hours later, naked in the wood, covered in blood. Hopefully it hadn’t been anyone important.

#3 S E N S Ǝ S ― August 9th

The who’s and the why’s had become rather personal to Elessar after he’d been forced to shift. Elessar oddly realizes that he wants to find a certain Chthonic. That he needs to know where and how he is. As if the impossible boy had become more important than he realized he had. So even as he moved back into the chaos, careful of whistles and noises he was mercifully not in the park, far enough away to see a thick black ink spot and know that it was not something to run head long into. Elessar skirted the area. Knowing there were plenty more to fight and plenty to do without becoming a victim of this insidious magic once again. Elessar decided to head towards where he thought Mathias might go… Wherever Patrick might be.

#4  P O W E R ― August 11th

He had not been able to find Mathias or Patrick. Helping a few others to safety just because he happened to be the only person there that could help. It was very much like living during the Blitz. Always living on high alert waiting for the next big bomb. Hoping silently that it fell on your neighbors and not you. Because it was not possible for them to not fall at all. He had still had the idea of finding the Chthonics he knew, of having their strength near him when his attention was turned by a light by the library and a gust of wind hit him even though he was not right next to the building, he felt the strength in that wind. Another attack. And he couldn’t help be feel a small sense of relief that it had indeed fallen on his neighbor’s house, metaphorically speaking. As he headed back towards the West side.

#5 E L E M E N T A L ― August 14th

Elessar had hoped he’d find Mathias here or at least some sign of him. But nothing as he fought his way through the West Side. Elessar had turned his head as a mage came hurrying up. Thinking that the warmth was part of the magic he hadn’t realized what it meant until it was far too late. Too late to run very far, too late to kill the mage, to late to do anything other than turn his body and attempt to give the fire as small a target as possible. But even then. He had vague, unreal memories of this feeling. Of clothing melting into skin and knowing that you can’t scream because if you scream your lungs will burn. But he couldn’t help it, he screamed as he felt his clothing and skin crisp, feel his hair catch alight. And thankfully he had either died or passed out, ending the suffering. Until he woke up.

#6 H U N T E D ― August 16th

Someone had taken him to the Chateau. And that was where he’d woken up. In excruciating pain listening to the people talk around him. As a medic checked his vitals quickly and then continued by with nothing more than a ‘looks like your awake.’ People around him spoke about Northern Light City. But with motives and wild accusations it was anyone’s guess still what the truth was. Beyond that it had been an attack from their own kinds. It stuck in his throat. And there would be time to find out more. Having seen himself in a mirror Elessar made the decision not to use the little Elysian blood that he had but instead sell it for a very tidy profit. The scars will fade. But those prices? Would not last forever.  

[jenniferspet]

When Moxxie met Millie

Moxxie couldn't pinpoint which was the most concerning red flag he'd encountered upon first stepping foot into I.M.P. headquarters for his job interview. First, there was the receptionist, a hellhound with glowering, judgmental eyes. It wasn't until after he'd been hired that he learned her name was Loona. She'd barely given him so much as a hello, let alone even bothered looking up from her phone. She'd merely sat there, legs folded over her desk, and pressed a button to inform the head of the company that his 2 o'clock meeting had arrived 14 minutes early. She'd said it in a way that was downright mocking, like he'd already fucked up and he may as well have walked right back out the door. When she did finally look him in the eye, she'd immediately wrinkled her nose. "Ugh. You're disgustingly fat." That was the second red flag. Moxxie blinked and looked down at his physique, not exactly sure what she was seeing. Perhaps the question he should've asked was, did she always insult every potential new employee who'd made the mistake of answering a job ad for a freelance assassination agency? "Um. Okay," Moxxie said in return, his tail curling in discomfort. He swallowed and pointed to the closed office door. "So, can I?" Loona rolled her eyes, sinking her chin to one paw as she gestured to the door with her other paw that still clutched her phone, a blasé look permanently etched on her face. The next red flag came the moment he'd opened the door to his prospective boss' office. The tall imp sat looming over an animal carcass, freshly killed, judging by the acrid smell of blood. He was slurping up a strand of slimy entrails like a fat noodle when he'd locked eyes with Moxxie, who froze, swallowing the knot that had formed in his throat. "Hi," he said, holding up a meek hand. "Sorry to interrupt your…lunch, but your receptionist gave me the okay to come in." He finished loudly slurping up the intestine and leaned back in his chair, stroking a sharp claw to his chin. "Did she now? Well, that fucking does it, I'm going to have to fire her ass," he said, reaching for the phone. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell her it was all your fault." "Oh, shit, what?!" Moxxie said in a panic, scrambling for the doorknob. "No, please, I don't mind waiting. I could…" He trailed off when the maniacal imp exploded in laughter. "Holy fuck," he howled, wiping a tear from his eye. "That was good. I can tell already we're going to have a great relationship. Please, I'm just fucking with ya, have a seat." For a moment, Moxxie stayed where he was, regarding this unpredictable imp with his outstretched hand. If there were any glaring opportunity to permanently back out of this obvious shitshow of a company, this was his chance. Yet, there was something oddly genial about the imp's countenance, not to mention his clearly fucked-up sense of humor. And he did really need the money. The job market in Hell wasn't exactly plentiful. Stepping away from the door, Moxxie took a seat in the empty chair, while the imp walked around his desk, clasping his hands behind his back, evidently ready to be professional. "Now then," he said, "I don't have your résumé in front of me…Roxxie, is it?" "Actually, it's Moxxie. As in, 'that kid's got a lot of moxie.'" He leaned against his desk, stretching his arms behind him with a flick of his tail, unamused. "Is that the expression you use to explain your name to imps?" Moxxie felt sheepishly small all of a sudden. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all. He decided to switch gears. "Sorry, I meant to ask before, but you're Blitz-oh, right?" "It's pronounced 'Blitz' now," he said swiftly, almost mechanically, as if he had to correct people every single day. "The 'o' is silent." Without looking, Blitzo reached back and plucked a bone off the animal carcass, sliding it between his fangs like a toothpick. "Listen, enough tongue fucking, or whatever the fuck it is you do for foreplay." Blitzo removed the sharpened bone, licking it clean with his tongue. Moxxie wasn't sure whether he was attempting to entice or intimidate. Maybe both. He chucked the bone over his shoulder, where it clattered onto his desk. A twisted grin slid across his face as he leaned forward, draping himself over Moxxie, who could only stare up at him, wide-eyed and attentive. "You ever kill anyone, Moxx?" Moxxie shrunk down in his seat. This was yet another move in this increasingly dangerous chess match of an interview. Either he lied and said he had, or he told the truth and risked being dismissed before he could even get started. "No, I haven't," he said at last, ultimately deciding the truth was the best option. Refusing to let himself get rejected, he quickly added, "But I'm great with weapons. Guns, knives, grenades. I can hit any moving target. I'd be happy to demonstrate." "No need," Blitzo said. "You're hired." In hindsight, that should've been the biggest red flag of all. Who in their right mind hired someone on the spot without any followup questions? Admittedly, Moxxie had been far too stunned and relieved to learn he'd actually gotten the job to press on the matter. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm building a new reputation here, and I need as many good assassins I can find," Blitzo said. "Plus, turnover rate has been high lately. Apparently ex-employees had a problem with my 'management style' or whatever the fuck corporate bullshit they want to call it. But, fuck them, I'm the boss, so it's either do as I say or get fucked, right?" Moxxie tensed at the realization that this guy was, in fact, his boss now. And everything he was saying wasn't exactly reassuring. All he could do was trust that he hadn't made a horrible mistake in accepting this job. "Right," he said, forcing a grin. Blitzo's eyes narrowed, as if seeing right through his bullshit. "Let's get one thing clear right now. I don't need you kissing my ass just because you work for me. If you want to tell me to fuck off, that's your choice. Just know that if you fuck up on the job, I have every right to destroy you." Moxxie exhaled, dropping the grin. "Of course, sir." "'Sir,'" Blitzo repeated. He tapped a claw to his chin in contemplation. "I like the sound of that. All right, to bring you up to speed, there's a client who's been breathing down my neck to kill some sick fuck who tried to blow up a school, but we haven't been able to catch the wily piece of shit." "'We?'" Moxxie asked. "Oh, right. There's another imp on the team," Blitzo said. "Her name's Millie. She can be excruciatingly cheerful at times, but she's a cold-killing bitch." "Sounds great, sir," Moxxie said. "I look forward to meeting her." The intercom buzzed, and Loona's deadpan voice filled the room. "Hey, that lady's calling again." Blitzo slammed a hand to his desk, sharply scratching his claws against the wood. "God-fucking-dammit, this bitch is relentless." He pressed a button to respond. "Tell her we're going to kill the motherfucker today." Without missing a beat, he crossed the room and opened a cabinet, where he took out a rifle. "What do you know, Moxxie, looks like you're going to get a chance to prove yourself after all." He cocked the rifle and tossed it to Moxxie, who braced himself as the weapon collided into his chest, crushing his small frame. He coughed, limbs shaking, though he managed to steady himself and rise to his feet. "Actually, sir," he said, voice strained. He gently placed the rifle down and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a pistol. "I think this will do just fine." Blitzo whistled, and for the first time in this entire interaction, Moxxie could tell he'd genuinely impressed him. "Look at you, carrying a loaded gun," he said, promptly scooping up the rifle and returning it to its holder. He grabbed a smaller firearm for himself, along with a pair of machetes. "Let's have at it." He flung open his office door and strode out. Moxxie followed, quickly slinking past Loona's desk while she scrolled through her phone. "Mills, let's go," Blitzo said. "We're finally going to murder that son of a bitch bomber, and we've got a new recruit to help us out." "Ooh, a new recruit? How excitin'!" "Yeah, and we're on a deadline, so chop, chop. Speaking of, these are for you." Blitzo handed her the machetes, which she accepted and proudly held above her head, slicing them through the air before tucking them away. She giggled, a sprightly sound that shot directly to Moxxie's heart. He stood there, spellbound, gawking at this pretty imp with a toothy smile and an intoxicatingly joyous demeanor that gravitated him toward her. Moxxie extended his hand. "Hi, I'm—" His mind went blank. He cleared his throat, dropping his hand as he felt his face flush. "Sorry. I'm Moxxie. And you're Millie. That's a really lovely name." "Well, shit, ain't you sweet," she said, taking it upon herself to grab his hand and revive his abandoned handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Moxxie. I like your name too. And I really like your bow tie." "O-Oh," he said, a flustered grin stretching across his face. He never wanted to let go of her hand. "Thank you." "Holy mother of fuck," Blitzo said, breaking apart their seemingly endless handshake as he stepped between the two of them. He glowered down at them, vehement and authoritative. "I'm going to need you both to keep it in your pants right now because we've got a target to slay, and I'll be damned if I have to deal with this nagging client a second longer. Let's fucking go. Now. Loony, hold my calls." "Can you fucking leave already?" Loona asked, her eyes never leaving her phone. "Your voice pierces my skull." "You're a peach, bye, loony!" Blitzo said with a grandiose wave. He grabbed Moxxie by the shoulder and shoved him out the door, though Moxxie didn't mind at all, as he kept his gaze on Millie the entire time. If he had any remaining doubts about whether this job would be a good fit for him, all of those worries seemed to melt away simply by being in Millie's presence. He'd decided that whatever happened from this point forward, it would all be worth it, because at the very least, he'd gotten to meet her. "Don't worry," she whispered as they walked down the hallway with Blitzo several feet ahead, wielding his weapon. "Blitzo's not such a bad boss once you get to know him, and the job can be a lot of fun. I think you're really going to love it." Moxxie was too dumbstruck to say anything. All he could do was smile in appreciation, inclined to believe her.

"Fucking…piece…of utter…shit!" Blitzo shouted breathlessly, nursing a gunshot wound in his upper arm as he sprinted through an abandoned warehouse, boots pounding against rickety floorboards. "Satan forbid the earthly authorities could've taken out this dipshit and saved us a trip to this godforsaken shithole!" "Sir, are you sure you're all right?" Moxxie asked, running alongside him. "I could call for help." "There's no time, Moxxie. We need to assassinate this asshole so we can get the fuck out of here!" An onslaught of bullets had Blitzo screaming and ducking for cover. Millie held up the machetes to shield herself as a bullet ricocheted off of one of them. Blitzo stumbled, his injury overcoming him as he doubled over and groaned. Both Moxxie and Millie rushed over to him, but he clenched his eyes and waved them off. "Go, go, I'll be fine. Just finish him the fuck off already!" Millie grabbed Moxxie by the wrist before he could dwell on it, leading him to a secluded corner of the warehouse. They took a moment to catch their breaths, while Moxxie's thumb fumbled with the trigger of his pistol. Another bullet shot out at them, and they both winced and threw their arms around each other without even thinking about it. An unsettling silence followed. Moxxie willed himself to open his eyes and look at Millie. She was trembling, though not in fear. There was a spark of rage in her eyes, a blood thirst for vengeance in an insatiable need to end this fucker before he could hurt anyone else. Moxxie was struck then by an overwhelming need to protect her, even though he knew she didn't need protecting. After all, she'd not only expertly dodged every single bullet that had flown her way, but she'd led them both to safety and had made it look so easy. She was extraordinary. He'd never been in love before, but he was pretty sure this was what it felt like. "Wait here," he said. This time, he cocked his gun without any trouble, a fierce look of determination crossing his face. He rolled out of their hiding spot and sprang back up, clutching the pistol tightly in both hands as he crept forward while eyeing his target down below. The man had stopped shooting, though he still had his gun raised, looking for something to kill. Moxxie narrowed his eyes, calmness washing over him as he held up his pistol, aiming it directly between the target's eyes. He pulled the trigger. The bullet whipped cleanly from its barrel and struck the man in the forehead. His body fell backward, blood pooling from the back of his head, the sound of the gunshot echoing in the silence. "Nice shot." Moxxie's heart quivered. He turned around to see Millie stepping out with a dazzling grin on her face. She dropped her machetes and ran up to him, throwing her arms around him once more. "You killed him, Moxxie," she said, voice filled with pride. "You fucking did it!" "I did, didn't I?" he said, his head swimming, unsure if it was from the rush of adrenaline after his first official kill, or the fact that this beguiling imp was in his arms. It was probably the latter. "Fuck yes, excellent work, Moxx!" Blitzo cheered. "We're all gonna get hammered tonight!" In spite of all the absolutely insane shit that had just happened, Moxxie couldn't help but chuckle. He and Millie pulled back from their embrace, both smiling as they stared at each other warmly. His hand reached out before he could stop it, smoothing a strand of hair away from her pretty eyes. He was overcome by how desperately he wanted to kiss her, but he restrained himself, knowing it wouldn't be appropriate. After all, they were co-workers, and they'd only just met. It wasn't until much later that he learned she'd wanted to kiss him right then and there too. He'd slept extremely well that night, a smile on his face and a note with Millie's number on it resting closely to his heart. He decided once and for all that I.M.P. woundn’t be all that bad.

[verosikastrikerexcuser]

Okay. So the new ep. I was so mad about this line from Stolas I can't lie: "I didn't realize you think so low of me"

Oh really? What reasons have you given him to think highly of you Stolas? You:

A) Gave Blitz a choice between his career or having sex with you (Blitz's career also supports his daughter and the other IMP employees, their well being was on the line too). And to boot, this proposition took place while Blitz was in a high pressure scenario being hunted down by a crazy serial murderer human trying to kill him. Which Stolas was aware of and watching. He chose that moment to make his proposition and laud the grimoire over Blitz's head.

B) Constantly make weird fetishy remarks about Blitz's species/race, calling him an impish little plaything and "itty bitty". Also while being weird towards other imps too, using your butler as a stress toy and calling Moxxie, Millie and other random imps "little ones" all the time.

C) After the power imbalance of controlling his business was set up by you, you proceeded to constantly toy with Blitz despite how much he resisted and showed he clearly doesn't like it. You give him an annoying demeaning pet name he didn't ask for with the "Blitzie" shit. You make crude sexual remarks that make him uncomfortable and make them in front of others too, humiliating him in front of both strangers and people he is close to. You grab at his face condescendingly. You idly use him as an ash tray. You treat him with a completely disrespectful degrading demeanor and there is nothing he can do or say about it that will make you stop - in Loo Loo land when Blitz expresses that he does not want you to attempt to solicit sex that day from him you respond "You are so cute when you are serious" like its funny hes mad about that. All of this unwanted sexual attention is to the point Blitz has a panic button for when YOU specifically show up at his office like what else is there to say really.

D) You also treat your daughter like shit. You chase Blitz instead of focusing on her even though shes clearly very mentally ill and struggling. You make weird sexual remarks about Blitz, the guy who you're cheating on your wife with which is causing chaotic familial breakdown in the home Octavia has to live in (and Octavia KNOWS its Blitz specifically that you're cheating with she is very aware). She is clearly constantly uncomfortable and yet you put her through that several times Stolas.

Then you try to do the right thing and free Blitz. Good, great, a step in the right direction. But when hes so unused to you respecting him and thinks you must be lying you have a whiny little breakdown and storm off about it.

BUT NO WONDER BLITZ THOUGHT IT WAS SOME KIND OF FUCKING JOKE AND THEN WAS LIKE WTF YOU STUPID FUCK. Look at everything you've done holy shit! I felt Blitz's "What the fuck" in my soul. What is with this shows attempts since S2 at a weird perversion of the truth. What is with this pathetic poor me I'm just a poor widdle victim! Act from Stolas. Its just so gross its disgusting.

Stolas was born with his wealth. He was born with immense wealth, connections, authority, and physical power. He never has had to comprehend making the kinds of choices Blitz has had to in order to make rent. And Stolas actively exploited Blitz's class. He actively exploited it along with Blitz's obligations to his employees and daughter, those he loves, to get sex out of him. And then when Blitz sees him for what he is he is a self victimizing baby over it. How slimy can you get?

[vizowrites]

Does anyone else want to know the story behind Blitz's panic buttons like some of them make sense right like the deranged client button, Stolas. But then you get to some of the others and it just brings about more questions. Like the client giving birth one. Did this happen more than once? Or did it only have to happen once before Blitz was like "nope never again I'm adding a button so this doesn't happen again."

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS BECAUSE IT'S SOMETHING I'VE MEANT TO MAKE A POST ON BUT I KEEP FORGETTING!! I actually do have a personal headcanon for how these buttons came to be--and that headcanon iiiiiiiiis:

The buttons are in the exact order of the events that caused them to get added onto the panic board. :D

So, in order, Blitz has felt the overwhelming need to get Moxxie, Millie, and/or Loona's attention while in his office because.....bitch needs more coffee, shat his pants, had a horny client, had a deranged client [I love that this one came after the horny client btw :D], had a client give birth, saw a fucking ghost, and--last and debateably least, the most recent addition of Stolas.

I just.....I'm laughing even as I type this, I just can't deal with the implications there are here. XD

So the "More Coffee" button is absolutely no surprise. Blitz has a caffiene addiction and this is actually something that I'm going to be writing up about more in a separate ask so be on the look out for that one in the future if you want to hear more of my thoughts on it!! Then, sometime down the road, he shat his pants--which, honestly, again, I'm not completely surprised by. But THEN we get to "Horny Client" and this actually interests me for two reasons: 1. I love that it's shown but never spoken that Blitz is like.....one of the hottest people in Hell considering how many people either have or are currently wanting to get into his pants, and 2. Blitz didn't want to have sex with the horny client so hard that he decided to install a panic button for when it happens. I think the second one is particularly interesting because it made me realize that for as dirty as Blitz is, and how unabashed he is when it comes to going all in when he does choose to have sex with someone else, he's never really been horny on main himself. I almost wonder if it has something to do with my first reason where he just knows that he can get sex when he wants it, or if he just genuinely doesn't stress out too hard over sex, but either way.....it kinda makes me wonder just how many times he's had to press that button.

And also, I think, adds a whole extra weight to the fact that Stolas has his own button but that's jumping ahead a bit.

Then we have "Deranged Client" which.....yeah. That one's also pretty par for the course. It's Hell, it's kind of expected that most of the Sinners that are going out of their way to pay I.M.P. to take out someone who's still on Earth would fall into that category. XD

But THEN we get to the client giving birth, and the thing that fascinates me about this one is the fact that it means that Blitz has some clients who aren't Sinners, but Hellborn like himself. See, Sinners [the formerly human souls who populate a good portion of the Pride Ring like Angel Dust, Alastor, and the three Vs] aren't able to reproduce. Therefore, if there's a client in Blitz's office who's giving birth, that client has to be one of the Hellborn [an imp, hellhound, succubus, demon royalty, or some other being who has only ever existed in Hell before].....which opens up some very interesting doors. Why would a Hellborn want to kill a random human on Earth?? My personal headcanon for this is that it only happened the one time, and it was a succubus who was trying to get Blitz to kill the human who knocked her up because he refused to pay child support, and she ended up going into labor in the middle of his office from getting so riled up about the whole thing. :P

And then as if the "Client Giving Birth" button wasn't crazy enough to think about, then we get to "Ghost", which just has me like.....how the fuck does that even work?? Ghosts are in Hell?? Though that makes me wonder if perhaps what it is is that, much like how on Earth, we hear stories about humans being able to see the spirits of those unable to pass on, maybe it works in a similar way in Hell with the Hellborn?? So you can have ghost imps and hellhounds and all of the other naturally born denizens of Hell just kind of pop up randomly on people when they're going about their business. If that's the case, that would honestly be kind of hilarious--and it would be an interesting answer to what happens to the Hellborn when they die, as--unlike Sinners--they do appear to have lifespans and naturally age. I'm really interested to hear what you guys think about this one tho!! How do you think ghosts exist in Hell?? :D

-takes a deep breath-

.....And I don't even really want to say too much about the fact that Stolas has his own button, but I think it says a lot that for someone who supposedly went into this "transactional fucking" arrangement willingly, Blitz still found it necessary to install a button to let the other people in the office know that he didn't want to be alone in the room with Stolas anymore.

[yougetoneshot]

Suicide Squad: Reversal

What if team 1 and team 2 switched missions?

Focus is on Team 1: Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Savant, Mongal, Weasel, Blackguard, TDK, and Javelin

Everyone lives AU

Chapter One

Flag looked around at his team and lamented his choices in life. His eyes fell on Harley, the therapist turned supervillain with a penchant for hyenas and large hammers. She was clapping excitedly at the despair of the man across from her struggling with his seatbelt.

“This thing’s a werewolf?! Yo, I don’t mess with werewolves, get me outta here!”

Captain Boomerang’s roaring laugh filled the entire helicopter as he joined Harley in enjoying Blackguard’s panic.

“Sit down! He’s not a werewolf. He’s a weasel.” Flag snarled to quiet down the situation. Blackguard was his least favorite addition to his team which was saying something considering weasel, the beast villain he’d just believed was a werewolf, was equally as useless. He’d begged Waller not to add him but she insisted his strength would be an asset despite his low IQ. At least the weasel didn’t talk.

“Get ready for the drop.” The pilot called back to Flag who nodded and ushered the others to stand as the back of the helicopter opened over the water.

“Go!” He yelled as the first of his team leapt from the chopper. Javelin, whose name pretty much encompassed his entire personality aside from the added foreign accent, hit the water first. He was followed by TDK, a villain Flag actually didn’t know anything about but trusted Waller enough that he must have some strength of benefit to the team. Savant, the forgetful genius fighter, and Mongal, the alien tyrant, jumped next. They were followed by Harley and Boomerang who made a competition over who could do the best dive. Flag had to shove Blackguard out before he and weasel jumped. As they all hit the water they heard the sound of weasel struggling against the current.

“Did no one find out if he could swim?!” Flag growled into his communicator. The team back at base remained quiet as he moved to help Savant save the unsavory beast from drowning.

“Is he dead.” Waller’s irritated tone buzzed over coms as Savant shook his head.

“He’ll live.”

An explosion lit up another part of the island and Flag furrowed his brow. “Waller-“

“It’s fine. Keep on mission, Flag.” Her tone sounded knowing so he pushed any concern for it aside. He had to trust her. What other choice did he have?

The rest of his team trudged onto the beach and groaned about being wet. He once again lamented not having a proper military team as Harley and Boomerang began convincing Blackguard he was covered in leeches. The dim witted villain was frantically and a bit too loudly checking himself for the leeches as Flag moved towards them. “Shhh! Stop messing with him or you’re going to get us all killed! We don’t have much time before a patrol comes by. We need to get deep into the jungle and make camp.” He grabbed Blackguard by the shoulder to stop him from ripping his clothes off. “There are no leeches on yo-“ Flag’s sentence halted as he spotted it- not a leech but definitely something akin to it stuck to the back of Blackguard’s neck. “Don’t move.”

“What?! Why?!! What is it?!! There are leeches aren’t there?!-“

“I said don’t move!” Flag pulled a knife from a holster around his thigh and began prying the small mass from Blackguard’s skin. The criminal howled which prompted Flag to slap a hand over his mouth. “Shut up or I’ll let this thing stay on your neck.” He finally provided enough leverage to pop the creature off of Blackguard’s neck and send it careening into the sand where it dug down into the dune like a tremor.

“…what was that.” Harley’s eyes were locked onto the spot in the sand that the creature had sunk into.

“Just a leech. Now come on, we need to get off this beach.” He waited for his team to all make it off the beach before he noticed a light in the distance.

A sharp pain in his shoulder then another in his leg sent him sinking to the sand. He heard shouts down the beach and yelled at his team to run as Harley moved towards him. “Go! Stay on mission!”

Waller echoed Flag’s order into Harley’s earpiece.

“Come on. He’s right, Harls.” Boomerang tugged her back into the foliage as soldiers surrounded Flag. “They ain’t gonna kill him, right?” Harley looked up at her Aussie pal and he tugged her down to hide in the brush.

“I dunno but we’re dead if we stay here.” He whispered into her ear as they watched Flag be apprehended.

“This changes nothing. You will still need to find the Thinker and infiltrate Jotunheim.” Waller’s voice hissed through their earpieces. “Don’t take this as some opportunity to bail. I can still monitor you from here without Flag’s supervision. One wrong move and I’ll blow your heads off. Now move.”

As Waller finished her threat, Harley looked around at the group who were all looking at her. “What are you looking at me for? Do I got something on my face?”

“I think they’re looking at you to lead us.” Boomerang whispered in her ear.

“Leader? No. Uh uh. I ain’t a leader.” She turned to Boomerang to argue in a less than hushed tone. “Boomer, I don’t know the first thing about leading a bunch of idiots!”

“Hey!” Blackguard hissed. “We can hear you.”

“Oh sorry, I meant six idiots and a lummox.” She sassed but then quickly realized he thought she was complimenting him. Harley turned back to Boomerang. “We are so doomed.”

“I believe in you, Harls. What would you do if you didn’t have a team?”

“I dunno. Probably get disguises?”

“Then that’s a start. Let’s go find some disguises.”

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The group had little issue getting into town and breaking into a department store. Even here on this tiny island, American corporations had made their mark in the most American way- overpriced apparel.

“Alright everyone. I want you to look your most Corto Maltese-esque-ian.”

“What?” Half of them chimed in and she shook her head frustrated.

“Just don’t look like a tourist, yea?” She shooed them away to pick their own disguises. After a while, Javelin approached her in bright plaid overalls with no shirt underneath and a vibrant pink hat.

“..that is… PERFECT!” Harley clapped excited then noticed weasel next to him with a large novelty mustache stuck to his face. “Oh my, I didn’t even recognize you. That’s so good. Keep it.”

“I dunno, Harley none of these clothes fit me.” Blackguard walked over in what was clearly a child’s tshirt that hugged him like a crop top. Harley suppressed some laughter but nodded. “No. You look great. Promise.” She nudged Boomerang as he was shuffling through some AC DC shirts to find his size. He lifted his head and spotted the very tight children’s clothing clinging to Blackguard. He was less than successful at containing his laughter.

“He loves it.” Harley nodded.

“Then why’s he laughing?”

“Oh it’s just a joke I told him earlier. Nothing to do with you.”

“..oh.. okay!” Blackguard joined the other two members who were done picking their disguises.

Mongal returned in a large fluffy red dress and Harley gave her two thumbs up. Savant came back in plain jeans and a white v neck. Harley stopped him and plopped a ball cap on his head that said “World’s Best Grandpa” before giving him approval. TDK finally returned dressed like a cowboy complete with chaps and a cowboy hat. Harley had chosen checkered black and red jeggings paired with a workout top that said “would rather be sleeping” and a red leather jacket. Boomerang had finally found the appropriate sized AC DC shirt- sans sleeves as he tugged them off and tossed them aside.

Harley looked over the group one last time before placing her hands on her hips confidently. “Let’s go catch a Thinker.”

-

Outside the club, Harley briefed the group in the small van they’d stolen from a very cooperative Pepsi delivery guy. “Okay, the plan is to blend in and wait for this Thinker guy to show up. He should be here anytime in the next three hours so we gotta stay alert. That includes you.” She gestured to Javelin.

“Why do you single me out?”

“Because that devilish accent of yours could get us caught. Best if you stay quiet.”

“But-“

“No. Your voice is now a precious gem that you must protect at all costs. Not another word.”

He nodded sadly as Harley turned to the rest of the group. “Let’s go.”

-

The group walked into the club and despite having a giant weasel with them, managed to get on great with everyone there. Most of the drunken patrons thought they came from a costume party and Weasel was wearing some kind of Halloween costume. Harley had the group split up to look for the Thinker. She paired them up with Mongal and TDK taking the back door, Boomerang and Savant at the pool table in the corner, Blackguard and Javelin on the dance floor, and she took the bar with Weasel by the entrance.

After about an hour, Harley started to become bored. As entertaining as it was watching Weasel get drunk, Boomerang lose at pool twice in a row to Savant, and Javelin teach Blackguard how to do the Cupid shuffle, she was getting antsy for a fight. Lucky for Harley, a fight was walking in as Corto Maltese soldiers walked in escorting the Thinker.

“I’ve got eyes on the Thinker.” Harley nodded over to Javelin who was by the jukebox. He then pressed a few buttons and Ballroom Blitz blared through the club. “Time to party, boys!”

Harley ran full speed at the nearest soldier and slid down between his legs to pop up behind him right next to the Thinker. She gave him a smile. “You might wanna duck.” Harley grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down as Javelin nailed the soldier posted behind the Thinker with his javelin from across the room. Boomerang took out the first two soldiers and Savant used his pool stick to prevent more soldiers rushing in from the entrance from getting closer to the group by targeting pressure points on their bodies with absolute precision.

At the back door, Mongal and TDK were having a blast letting a soldier walk in only to hang them by their vests on the tall coatrack mounted to the wall and knocking them out. Weasel ran around downing all the drinks of the patrons who’d abandoned them to leave the establishment. The entrance began to flood with more soldiers until Blackguard lifted the large jukebox and hefted it at the doorway with complete ease, halting the music and leaving the room in complete silence for a few moments.

“…you telling me you coulda done that the whole time?!” Harley choked out in shock. “I didn’t know he could that- did you know he could do that?!” Harley looked around at some of the rest of the group who shook their heads. “That coulda been very useful to know, just sayin.”

“Who are you people?” Thinker questioned irritably.

“Hey!” She shook him by his shirt collar. “We ask the questions round here!” Harley began shoving the Thinker towards the back exit as the team followed. They all squeezed back into the Pepsi delivery fan with Thinker placed in the middle of them.

“Okay, Bumble Ball Head, you listen good, you’re gonna take us to Jotunheim.”

“You’ll never make it past the front door. They already know what you’re trying to do. Your little friends on the beach have already been taken care of too.”

“..wait.. there were other people on the beach? Did we leave somebody else?!” Harley began counting the group as Thinker furrowed his brow confused.

“Are you not the Americans? The ones with the shark man?”

“Wait there’s a shark man?!” Harley squealed. “You mean to tell me Waller sent another team with a shark man and he wasn’t on my team?!”

“I don’t like sharks.” TDK brought up nonchalantly. “They could bite your arm off, you know?”

“Yea but not if you was friends with them, right?” Harley proposed and TDK shrugged.

“Fair point.”

“You’re all mad.” Thinker interjected.

“Well, that ain’t nothing new.” Harley chortled. “Now, tell me about the team at the beach. What happened to them?” Harley furrowed her brows as she raised a knife. “And if you ain’t telling me the truth, I’ll start cuttin off them pegs in your head.”

“They were apprehended and taken to the capital. With the exception of the shark man who is now a delightful new subject for me to experiment on.”

“Oh, you are just a piece of work, you know that?!” Harley waved the knife at him then looked at the group. “Listen, I ain’t much of a planner but seems to me like we could use all the help we can get getting into Jotunheim. We should go rescue the rest of the team to help us.”

“If they’re even still alive. El Presidente isn’t exactly keen on Americans. He’s likely already publicly executed them by now.”

“Well ain’t you just a bucket of rainbows!” She bonked him on the head with the back of the knife before looking back at the group. “It’s worth checking to see if any of em are alive.”

“I agree.” Savant nodded. “We got power in numbers, especially if the others are just as gifted in their abilities.”

“Right, anyone oppose?”

Mongal raised her hand slowly and Harley blinked a few times while pouting out her lips. “Yes?”

“I think we left the werewolf.”

Harley looked around at the group and sure enough the Weasel was not there. “Oh, fudge!” She sighed and nodded for TDK at the back to go back inside and fetch him. He returned with an unconscious and smelly Weasel, tossing him inside the van before it drove off towards the capital.

- Stay tuned for Chapter 2! -

[g-on-ef]

Imagine Blitz being in a meeting with a client and unlike the others, is watching the panic button lights like a hawk. Hes not about to let some crazy client hurt his boyfriend.

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A/N: I took the same scene from the first episode and somewhat put it on the first paragraph but I'm excited for this one because of the client ^^ hope y'all like it ^^

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Striker stared at the call button resting on the desk he ignored the chaos that was going on around him.

Millie trying to get Moxxie to overcome his fears of killing a family {he seriously needs to get over that, he's a fucking murder he should be use to getting his hands dirty by now family or not}

Loona on her phone while ignoring the fact that the target Moxxie was trying to aim at was right next to her.

If Moxxie so much as hurt her there will be hell to pay.

Still Striker kept a close eye on the panic button. An Overlord came to visit them, not just any Overlord...Valentino.

Striker didn't want to leave Blitz alone with the fucktard.

Valentino wasn't his favorite Overlord, he was good friends with Angel Dust {despite him being a sinner}and when the spider demon would come to his apartment to get away from the moth douche bag Striker would always send Valentino a message as to why he shouldn't harm someone under his protection.

When the Overlord came in and demanded to speak to Blitz about hiring him for a job Striker immediately wrapped his tail around Blitz, showing the fucker that Blitz was under his protection as well as his mate since Striker kissed him in front of the moth demon and if anything happens to him he'll do more than destroy his clubs and kill his business partners.

They've been in the office for a good while now and Striker was getting antsy, he was tempted to barge in thinking the worse but he knew that if his mate was truly in danger Striker would've felt it through the bond.

So far all he felt was fear and reassurance as if his mate was sending him calming thoughts so that he didn't go barge in and attack the fucker there and then.

Still he kept his eyes on the panic button the minute he sees it go red is the minute he goes off.

"Hey dad what's wrong?" He looks up and sees Loona giving him a concern look.

"Nothing sweetie..."

His eyes flicker to the panic button and sees it going off, not wasting any time Striker heads for the door the mating bite was burning with fear and anxious.

Moxxie, Millie, and Loona stopped what they are doing as they see their second in command bargain through the door.

Striker kicks the door down and sees Valentino holding Blitz by his shirt.

"You will kill Vox's little sister!"

"I'm not killing a fucking five year old just because your boy toy decided to leave you for your other boy toy!"

Valentino was about to punch Blitz before a shot was aimed at the Overlord, the bullet purposely grazing his arm.

"Fuck!" Val grabbed his arm as blood spilled off it. A bullet bless by the angels. That shit was gonna scar.

He turned to see Striker point his angelic gun towards him. Glaring down at the Overlord.

"Thought I made it clear that you never, ever lay a hand on those I care about, and touching my mate is a huge no,"

Valentino turned to glare at the imp who was staring him down with a killer glare.

The Overlord growled at the fucker who dare shot at him.

"You dare shoot me?"

Striker's response was shooting him again only this time right on the shoulder.

"FUCK!"

"Get the fuck out, or the next bullet goes straight to your head,"

"I could kill you and your little whore,"

"I'd like to see you try,"

The two glare at each other before Valentino stood up straight, glaring at the imp he walked away from them.

"If you weren't Lilith's son I'd kill you here and now,"

"Tch, I don't need my incubator to defend me, we both know that you just a weak ass bitch who needs his own men to defend them. You may be an Overlord but we all know that that's just a fancy title for pigs like you to use to scare us Hellborns. We all know who's really at the bottom of the barrel don't we Val?"

The moth demon glared at him before he walked away Striker stepped back but kept his gun pointed at Valentino.

When the overlord stepped out Millie glared at him Moxxie hid behind her and Loon stood close by Striker, the cowboy pull her closer to his body. Fear that Valentino might take a cheap shot and hurt her .

Once he was gone Striker looked at her and the other imps.

"Go home, you guys have the rest of the day off," neither Millie nor Moxxie question him and headed back home.

Loona looked at her dad.

"Go upstairs and stay there till me and papa get there,"

Loona nodded her head before she also left.

Once everyone was gone Striker stepped into the office Blitz looked at him before offering him a reassuring smile.

Striker sat down on the couch and watched as Blitz settled some paperwork.

"Are you...okay?" striker asked him.

"Huh, oh yeah."

Striker checked the bond and saw that Blitz was being honest with him.

Blitz pit away his stack of papers before walking over to Striker and sitting down on his lap.

He lean down and kissed his mate pulling back he gave him a smile.

"Not that I enjoy your kisses but what was that for?"

"Well considering that my mate was a total bad ass today I say he deserves a reward,"

"Oh, and what reward would that be?" Striker's tail wrapped around his mate.

"I can think a few things," Blitz purred as he untied Striker's bandana and removed his jacket.

When Valentino showed up Blitz was scared but he wasn't worry how could he be when he knew his own personal guardian demon was watching over him.

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A/N: Idk why but I personally love to write Striker and Charlie as siblings ^^ but anywhore love it hate it tell me what you think also don't forget I am still taking any and all Striker/Blitz prompts ^^

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Amphibia season 1 rewatch + notes :)

So I just finished rewatching the ENTIRE season 1 of Amphibia and I have some notes on the episodes that stood out to me! There are some quick notes, a couple lengthy analyses and even some headcanons sprinkled in! It's like a written stew of season 1! I'll be doing a written Amphiba stew for season 2 too!!

It's kinda long so you could just skip this or hit the keep reading button and give it a read! 

S1: E2 Cane Crazy

Anne shows general disregard over other people's things

(Mimicking Hop Pop and breaking his cane, throwing all the wood carving things that Loggle made, even a coo coo clock that she even said was nice (And for him to say it took 20 years to make right after she broke it))

S1: E2 Flood, Sweat and Tears 

Anne would be the WORST during sleepovers and I LOVE IT!!! My girl is just being a tween, staying up late, playing would you rather and keeping everyone else up. I think that's ADORABLE and now I'm thinking about how sleepovers might've been back home with her, Sasha and Marcy… 

She also just stays up late in general?? She reads dumb magazines and eats CRUNCHY snacks. She is really just 13,,,

And it looks like Sprig does it too, not as much as Anne (probably because he is younger than her) but it seems like it has to be in his terms. Before, he looked to be annoyed with it when he was trying to sleep. But, if he was awake, like in the beginning or at the end of the episode, he had no problem staying up playing would you rather!!! 

S1: E3 Hop Luck 

Anne: Old things are dumb! 

And 

Anne:* violently GRABS Sprig and shoves him against the wall* don't you DARE talk about pineapple in my pizza… Ever…

Anne: 

Sprig: 

Anne: Okay! Let's go get these ingredients! 

HHHH ANNE!!! I love this funky little child SO MUCH!!! 

Hop Pop loves these kids so much that he was willing to put aside his old, traditional family recipes in exchange for making pizza with them. My heart is gonna explode I'm-

Anne please don't make your surrogate frog brother get married just to get some pizza dough I'M BEGGING YOU-

S1: E3 Stakeout 

Hop Pop: I'm a crisp 68!

Is Hop Pop actually 68 or does he mean more of 68 going on 80 68? Either way he looks great! 

Anne has Blam Berry Blitz ("the drink that punches you in the face and doesn't stop") in her bag along with all the OTHER stuff we already saw (air pump, toe nail clipper, pencils, cat toys, bath bombs, etc)

Anne is officially those friends that have EVERYTHING in their bag no matter what. 

I really like the relationship between Anne and Hop Pop, how they both in some way yearn for what was but in different ways (Anne wanting to go home and Hop Pop's olden ways when he was a little pollywog) but are still similar in how they try to remember. They try and try and try to keep what little family/friends they have safe and protected. They love the relationships they've formed with other people (And with each other) and would go great lengths to help and protect them!

Also I MAY be looking way too into it buuuut was Boulder-Tron (that rock dude that Polly hallucinated at the end) supposed to foreshadow Frobo??

S1: E4 Taking Charge 

Okay quick one, Anne nearly having a whole ass panic attack when her phone dies because she couldn't look at her photos or videos of home actually made me sad. This girl is only a CHILD and her entire home and everything is gone and she for real thought she couldn't ever get it back,,, 

Hop Pop: I mean, the part where the island itself is revealed to actually be…!

Sprig: No! 

Polly: Don't!

Anne: Spoilers 

I dunno why and again, I MIGHT BE LOOKING TOO DEEPLY INTO THIS, but maybe this is foreshadowing something with the land of Amphibia? That maybe there is more to this crazy land than we know? Maybe even a reason it, along with all the other universes even exists??? 

S1: E5 Breakout Star 

AHSBWJOA ONLY EPISODE 5 AND ANNE ALREADY HAS HER PHONE'S LOCK SCREEN OF THE PLANTER FAMILY I'M-

S1: E7 Dating Season 

Anne said that ⅔ of ALL soul mates start out as "just friends" 

…

I'm looking at you, team Sashannarcy 

S1: E7 Anne vs. Wild 

Hop Pop's behavior at the end of the episode when Anne finally shows them the calamity box is awfully sus…

He doesn't say anything but "may I?" To inspect the box and then is like "Nope, never seen it" I just feel like he knows something and then adding onto it with the whole burying it to protect his family just sounds like… he definitely knows something, maybe not a lot but there is something he's not telling the others 

Also, why would a book that HE has have information on the Calamity box?? 

(I fully support the Dr. P was a Planter and also possibly the pink frog who was friends with King Andrias theory)

S1: E10 Toad Tax 

At this point, Anne said that she has already been in Amphibia for over a month now. 

(And damn, Sasha's been in prison for like a month,,, yikes)

Also Hop Pop teaching Anne how to pay taxes is so adorable, she really is part of this family now guys,,,

And I love how Anne was able to win over the Wartwood people by being her natural, charming and not to mention caring self. Anne, like Marcy and Sasha, can be selfish because honestly what kid, especially a 13 year old, isn't. 

But what matters is that she always tries to make up for it. 

Yes she did join the arguably sketchy toads into getting the taxes from everyone in order to feel somewhat included in ANYTHING, but while she was doing it, she knew it was wrong. Anne knew it was wrong and tried to give back some of the stolen stuff. Hell, even at the end she risked her safety to protect people she felt didn't even LIKE her, like, Anne literally broke her arm from them because that's just how Anne is. 

S1: E10 Prison Break 

I always forget how like,,, SUPER cunning Sasha is. I mean, she was able to talk FIVE toads into quitting within a WEEK as a PRISONER. Like?? 

Grime: That's not a bird. It's a heron, a murderous predator that happens to love the taste of flesh 

Sasha: Cute 

The lines in this show I'M-

So Anne was a varsity tennis player and Sasha was a cheerleader and did Tai Chi. I still can't believe they were both jocks,,, 

(Well, Sasha I get but Anne? Sweet ol' lil baby with the lanky limbs Anne???) 

Hey um, why the FUCK does Grime have acid spit?

Sasha: *looking at photo of her, Anne, and Marcy* Hold on for a little longer, girls. I'm coming for you. And when I find you, we're gonna get home. But first, I think we're gonna have some fun with this place 

Okay so this line right here. Now I may not be even remotely correct but this line, this last piece of dialogue spoken by Sasha right before the episode ends leads me to believe that she… doesn't take this world seriously. 

At least not yet. 

I think the 3 girls all see Amphibia differently: Anne as more of an obstacle, a wall preventing her from being home, Marcy sees it as an escape from her life with constant stimuli, and Sasha, she sees it as just really another thing to control. Everyone and their mothers know that Sasha can be a little more than controlling and we all know that she liked being lieutenant just a little too much. 

This world is interesting to Sasha, not in the interesting that Anne sees it (who is interesting in the new people and the relationships she's formed) or Marcy (who is also interested in the relationships she's formed along with the thirst for knowledge and again, the constant stimuli in an environment where she isn't stifled and allowed to flourish). 

No, Sasha sees Amphibia as interesting because it gives her something to control. In a world that is not your own, a world that you will leave eventually, who would actually FOLLOW the rules put in place there? Especially a 13 year old who is basically like a war commander who, even if she does do something wrong or breaks a rule or two, the only person who might even dare to stop her is Grime, and even then, he might just encourage it because it is season 1 and they aren't that close and he doesn't really care for Sasha at this point. 

She also is actually very logical. Everything she does in Amphibia, all the morally questionable things she does, it is always for the same reason (or at least at first), to get her and her girls home. Wanting to sacrifice and kill Hop Pop at the end of season 1? Well The toads had promised if she helped, they'll help her find Marcy and bring the 3 of them home. She cares for Anne and Marcy SO MUCH that she is willing to go great lengths to help keep them safe. 

But even though Sasha didn't really care about anyone in Amphibia besides Anne and Marcy at first, it doesn't mean she won't ever. We see countless times throughout season 2 of Sasha caring. She feels regret with her impending betrayal on Anne and Marcy, she cares enough to try and warn Anne about King Andrias' evil plans. Hell, even in the season 3 intro we see her and Grime at Wartwood and it looks like they're gonna be starting another rebellion against the king to help all the amphibians in Amphibia. 

I just really like watching Sasha's appearance and knowing what will happen in the future with her character. 

S1: E13 Trip to the Archives 

Anne: I get this place. It's like a library from my world. Zoo books and manga, here I come! 

So whenever Anne goes to the library, presumably with Sasha and Marcy, she'd go straight to books on animals and manga probably while Marcy did whatever work they needed (if Anne's dialogue in season 2 with Marcy always doing the work for their group projects was anything to go off on)

I dunno, I think that's kinda cute that Anne liked reading books on animals and probably reading all the manga that Marcy recommended. 

Maybe Anne and Sasha would sit right next to each other while Marcy worked and read fun manga together and cackle with each other while Marcy tried SO HARD to concentrate and NOT infodump to them because she's read that specific manga 20 times and HAVE YOU GOTTEN TO THAT ONE PART WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER GOES- 

S1: E15 Wally and Anne

MOSS MAN!! 

When Anne wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to grab Wally at town square, her hood is up and it's dark. The only thing we can make out of her face are…

Glowing blue eyes.

Glowing eyes that share an uncanny resemblance to the moss men.

And Anne loves doing elaborate, silly handshakes? That's so CUTE! Too bad none of her friends liked them as much as she did :( 

When they finally reached the foggy mountain place, Anne noticed glowing blue butterflies and started to follow them, which led her right to the moss man.

WAIT ANNE ALSO DID ROCK CLIMBING BACK HOME?? FUCKING JOCK!!!

S1 E20 Reunion 

Okay I WAS about to say that there wasn't anything to say about this last episode that hasn't already been said before BUT

The last couple moments, when Anne is holding Sasha off the cliff and trying to pull her up with the Planters, there's a couple interesting shots that I would like to talk about. 

While the Planters were holding onto Anne, they say things like "Hang on, Anne! We got you no matter what!" 

And even when the stone cliff starts to chip and break, none of the frogs back off, they don't loosen their grips, they just keep holding onto Anne. 

And they will never let go. 

Because they love her. Because in only 3 months, Anne was able to get a surrogate frog family and dozens of other frog friends in Wortwood. Because Anne has this amazing support system both literally and metaphorically. Because Anne is Anne. And Sasha...

Isn't like Anne. 

Matt Bradly himself even said that both Sasha and Anne are different from Anne, Anne is the heart, the emotional connection in their logical worlds. Anne can make so many friends so easily and Sasha… Sasha became a war genral, she lost a fight against the one person who she thought would never fight back. 

Sasha doesn't have what Anne has. She doesn't have the kind of skills to make such strong relationships, the kind where you risk your life for the other, in such a short amount of time. 

Hell, they even play a song called "Lean on Me", Anne has people to lean on and they would lean on her just the same. She found these people, made these friends, formed amazing relationships, in only THREE months. 

"Maybe you're better off without me"

And Sasha was only dragging her down. 

Sasha loves Anne, she cares for her and would do anything to protect her. That's why she let go. She didn't want to drag Anne down, to hurt her more than she already has. 

Sasha would do anything for Anne, even die. 

Over all notes: 

Season 1 is SUPER FUNNY!! The lines hit and they don't rely on toilet humor to get the audience to laugh. They use great one liners and physical humor that isn't fart or butt jokes. They do an excellent job on showing how crazy the world of Amphibia is through humor like how the animals are always eating each other. 

I really like how the characters were crafted so carefully! And the storyline!!! You could notice things that get explored in season 2 and I can't WAIT to see how many bread crumbs were left to lead up to season 3!

HOW DOES ANNE KEEP SO MANY THINGS IN HER BOOK BAG??? 

That stuff is in her SCHOOL BAG, why would she bring it to school??? So far I've got an air pump, toe nail clippers, pencils, cat toys, bath bombs and an energy drink. WHY??? I wonder if she held on to any of Sasha or Marcy's things too or ever forgot to give them back

Also again, I'M STILL IN SHOCK OF ANNE BEING A JOCK. I don't even know why I am, I knew she played sports and stuff it's just,,, she's so lanky,,, 

Her and Sasha are jock buddies and WILL shove other jocks in lockers if they ever pick on their nerd Marcy.

I also am in LOVE with Hop Pop's screams lmao

Be ready for an analysis of season 2!