#I have helluva boss brainrot

[neurospiczzzziee]

Moon Light

"Moon Light, just a little bit longer. We'll have these unwanted 'Guests' evicted in no time."

This piece is a continuation of a comic WIP I sketched inspired by an art request I received from @nikispade

Comic WIP: "Burdock Bur"

Takes place right after a mission

Blitzø: dinner gonna be soon! Stolz check on Loonie!

*Stolas slides the screen door to the balcony to join Loona*

Stolas: Mind if I join?

Loona: sure

*awkward silence*

Stolas looks down and notices a tick in her fur.

Stolas: ummm. . .Loona. . .

Loona: yeah? What?

Stolas:. . you seem to have a burdock burr in your coat. Mind if I help you remove it?

Loona: Oh shit. Those suck. Yeah that would be great. Thx.

*Stolas proceeds to remove the tick effortlessly. Takes out a lighter and lights the Tick on fire*

Stolas: get fucked little one!

Loona: !!!!!!

*starts to shake*

Loona: EW EW EW!!!!! STOLAS PLEASE CHECK ALL OF MY FUR!!! HELP! EW! OH GAWD.

Depicting Stolas' Strengths

So I made these art pieces to really show Stolas' Strengths as a character, how he is a really good father figure.

Because of mastermind and Sinsmas Stolas has been in a very fragile. I wanted to depict Stolas' strengths as a character and hopefully how we will see them in the future of the show. Stolas at the end of the day is a really good father and I know he'll be an amazing bonus dad for Loona. He has a history of raising children and working with scared children. I think he would be fantastic in a situation like this. He would know exactly what to do to comfort Loona and calm her down. Especially coming up with a clever lie so she would not freak out at first. The idea is she got the tick from crawling in some bushes on earth (This is low-key inspired from my own fear of ticks. Whenever I have a tick embedded in my skin I literally cry and freak out). So Loona doesn't immediately freak out Stolas tells her that she instead has a burdock bur stuck in her fur and asks her if he can remove it.

The finalized drawing is after Loona finds out about the first tick she has Stolas check the remaining parts of her fur to see if there are any more unwanted guests. I like the idea of them specifically moving towards the door so they can use the inside light to see better.

Once again I love wholesome Stolitz Family content and I really enjoyed drawing this art requests. For my friends who sent me requests. I did not forget about y'all! I am working on them!!!! It just takes time!

Some of them might be used for future collabs in the near future 👀👀👀👀

As always if you have any Stolitz art requests my asks are open!!! Also any fanfic writers/artists who are interested in collabing. I'm down to clown just reach out to me through Tumblr dms. Because I have a helluva boss brain rot and I'm trying to survive until the next season. 🤣

✨Shout out time!!!✨

Thx @theradiodaemon and @larryisnotagirl for helping me come up with Stolas' wording to Loona and for ur friendship!

@dishrack-holygrail thank you for the moral support friend!

[kinsey3furry300]

AAAAAHHHHH! GODDAMNIT VIV THE PUN! AHHHH!

So I just realised:

Wait…

What?

"Goetia" is just ancient Greek for "Juggler." Stolas formely of the Goetia. Therefor:

This is a Former Circus Acrobat and Clown, dancing with a Former Juggler. This is a visual pun in ancient Greek. FML

[sleepymrshmllow]

married stolitz where stolas is having a bad day, maybe a depressive episode, and isn't in the mood to talk so blitz just sits down and pats his own lap as he softly calls stolas over with a sigh and a "c'mere, pretty bird" and stolas let's blitz guide him onto his lap with gentle, attentive hands, settling into him like he belongs there and lets himself get pulled in close and just melts against him

or while blitz is just lounging on their couch stolas silently comes into the room, ignoring blitz greeting him, and sits on his lap, wraps his arms around his neck and squishes his face against his. blitz gives a sympathetic look as he puts his arms around the sad owl and holds him close as he gently reassures him that he's got him

[starleska]

Heya. So um... I got a question. Which character you fell in love the most? Maxime Le Mal (Despicable Me 4) or Ronaldo (Helluva Boss) or maybe both of them? If someone already asked you that question, that's fine

oh...forgive me, you made me think about Maxime Le Mal and Rolando at the same time, and i think my brain blanked out for a second 🥴💖 what were we talking about? 🙈🙈

my first response to this excellent question is: why would i ever pit two bad bitches against each other? 🥰💖 i adore both characters in different ways for different reasons but i think trying to figure out which one i love 'more' is a bit like that 'two cakes' comic. it's less about one cake being better than the other - i'm just like, 'Holy shit! Two cakes!' 😂💖

however, this is an interesting pair as they have a lot of similarities to each other!! both older, fancily-dressed villains wearing tinted glasses (why is it always the tinted glasses?! 😖) who spend a great deal of time trying to cause distress to their targets and who are hiding a sexy monstrous form 😉 equally funny - the second i saw both of them in their respective trailers, i knew i was doomed. sometimes you just see a character and hear the autistic equivalent of the Kill Bill siren, you know? 😭💖

if we're going by a 'how ill is this guy making you' metric, i can confirm that i've done very little but think about our new favourite eel fellow for the past few days...and Maxime had me in a similar 'can't think about anything else' grip 🙈 a lot of my character fixations can be put on a spectrum somewhere between brief crush and Category 5 Autism Event, with the closeness to the latter being determined by 'how much have you talked about them', 'how many fanworks have you created in a short period of time', and 'how severely are they reducing your functioning' 😂 i think the absolute worst i've had over the past year or so were the Toymaker (i have never made that amount of fanworks for a character so quickly) and Nordic Bunny (i forgot to eat 💀💀). but!! i hold all of my beloved characters close to my heart even if they were just teeny-tiny little fixations, or if they're characters of fixations past...if something makes you happy even a little bit, i think they're just as worthy as the things which make you really happy too :3c

[sophfandoms53]

It cannot be understated just how unwell Striker has made me since December 2021, this goofy sadistic snake cowboy has completely altered my brain chemistry in a way that I have never been able to recover from

[gutsyyygue]

Stupid, sexy Striker...

[itsacruelsummerwithyou2]

they should invent a me who is normal about any piece of media

[anemicjellyfish]

See how Striker holds his wine glass? Very mindful, very demure.

Not leaving his legs wide open like the other girls:

Not very demure, Blitzø

[fritzwulf]

HAHA! YOU THOUGHT I'D GET INTO HELLUVA BECAUSE OF DEMONIC AESTHETIC?! WRONG, GAY POWER COUPLE 💥

[psychobootyshorts]

I know he doesn't but I love the idea that Fizzarolli's hearing was damaged from the accident to the point he needs hearing aids.

Because that bitch would turn them off to ignore Blitz whenever the other pissed him off after their reconciliation.

And Blitz would so totally learn sign language *just* so Fizz can't run from his quips because he's a little shit.

[n30draws]

🔞🔞🔞

My Fizzarozzie brainrot forced my hand and I ended up writing a little fic about them... It’s basically pwp with a lot of feelings and fluff (despite what the silly title might make you think LMAO). It was supposed to be a oneshot, but I couldn’t help adding a small, extra soft bonus chapter,,,,,

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Genesis Remixed: A Lilith and Eve Sapphic Romance One Shot

When Chavah awoke in the Garden, she was filled with regret. What was once rib, now flesh, did not feel whole. Her husband slept as G-d led Chavah, an automaton given Breath and Word, through Gan Eden.

Shortly after Adam first forced her to submit, on the hard red clay he was made from, Chavah’s cries summoned a beautiful siren with raven hair and emerald bezels in her eyes. The maven rode a cherry red Harley, this Lilith, and had an extra pink helmet with daisies she had drawn in chalk paint on it for Chavah.

Chavah was quite impressed by Lilith’s nose ring, generous hips and breasts, and tattoos like a barista on the lam.

Having just been made that morning, Chavah had nothing to pack. All Chavah knew was that her destiny lay with this dazzling serpent woman, in her leather jacket, smoking Virginia Slims. They were meant to cleave, be helped and helpmate, master and servant, mistress and lover and laughter, and create beauty.

So, Chavah put on a red checkered sundress, wedged heels, and saddled Lilith’s Harley, the sun skipping over their luscious locks as they sped, hellbent, out of Gan Eden and into the wide green world.

First they traversed the universe, making camp at night under Adonai’s cosmos, and angels and demons alike attended Lilith and Chavah with food, manna, and figs. Chavah kept an elegant, scribbled in sketchbook - a stenciled Moleskin - where she drew figure studies of her lady love and botanical drawings. In return, Lilith liked to try out her tattoo gun on her girlfriend and carve seashells and coral into jewelry to adorn Chavah.

Lilith taught Chavah secrets – Adonai’s name, how a pearl was formed on an oyster’s tongue, and a diamond forged out of carbon deep in the depths of the Earth. But Chavah taught Lilith pleasure in a way that distant Sammael never had – where men fail, women understand.

They cast stars upon each other’s bodies and drank down mountain dew and honey wild from their chalices. When they made love, even Dumah, angel of silence, was known to weep.

Those were the days of great making. The universes coalesced, coiled, spiraled out like the Shekinah’s hair, and the Shekinah shone brightly down onto her handmaiden, Lilith, and her chosen daughter, Chavah.

They walked in the light of Adonai, crafting fantasies and terpsichores from the spindrifts of cavemen dreams. Adam had multiplied with his second nameless wife, the one whom G-d had constructed before Adam’s very eyes, flesh upon muscle upon bone, and soon, Chavah and Lilith were relegated to the realm of myths and sin.

The People cried out: give us succor, Asherah. So Lilith and Chavah became a Tree, menorah-shaped, and grew fruit to feed their sons and daughters. Only Adam, immortal, hacked the Shekinah Tree of Knowledge down. In revenge, Lilith planted the vine of Baruch – grapes that she and Chavah taught their daughters to make wine so splendid, it inspired poetry and deeds of greatness in men of valor and the daughters of the Watchers.

A flood came. A great one. Towers were built and toppled. First, clay cities, then wood, then stone, then the bones of earth raped to form great metal beams and skyscrapers. Moloch of industry arose, consuming dreams. Mammon created empires fat off his golden coffers. Ashmedai seduced. Beelzebub possessed. Sammael was set against Michael at every turn.

But Chavah and Lilith? They infused the world with beauty. Feminism. Revolution. Science and the Renaissance. Democracy. For every mother kissing her child, there was Chavah. For every blue-stockinged lass carving her way in a man’s world, there was Lilith.

Eventually, they opened a bakery. Challah was their specialty, with seven twisted braids. They kept bees out back, the wives Lilith and Chavah, and they read Tarot and the threads of fate for the young maidens and boys who came to them for advice. For widows and those who lost a child – whether to Dumah or abortion or infertility – they gave free iced coffee, fresh honeycomb, and bread.

It was a man’s world, but slowly, gently, women reigned. We, their daughters, created peace, endless beauty and succor, so that no son died in war, and every daughter was cradled and wanted. Lilith and Chavah continued serving the Shekinah, and the women of the world finally tasted the Fruit of Life.

It was born of two women, first and last, alpha and omega, snake and snake charmer.

And now, Lilith and Chavah live in our hearts, and if you seek out to find them, bread and cheese in hand at midnight, through Alice’s looking glass, you will come to their café, and the Mothers of Life and Death will braid your curls free of sorrow.

And all that starts well, ends well. They will wipe your tears, kiss your cheeks, make you a mocha, flat white, or comforting oat milk latte, and the fire in your heart to carry on will be kindled, and the Foundresses of Humanity will sing you into this life and the next, carrying you and your loved ones to the far shores of wonder, miracles, and the wild, and on their motorcycle, you’ll ride.

[we-will-all-be-stories]

JUGGLING

ITS OBJECTIVELY COOL

[sleepymrshmllow]

stolitz wip ♡♡

[pitzki]

ok i didn't fw the latest helluva boss short too much but i am OBSESSED W/ EMBERLYNN'S DEMON DESIGN

[moonlights-fandom-hell]

Villain headcanons I may possibly share soon

So, while I’ve been doing other things and been to hyper fixated on Adam and my oc x canon ship…. And while I don’t really want to get into another fandom discourse, but my post somewhat kind of falls under it (I’m not gonna go depth)

Lately I keep seeing a discourse and war between Stella Stans and Valentino Stans that made me go 🙃🙃🙃

But you know what? Instead of getting into it, I do want to have my own thoughts on them as well as the villains of the Helluverse as a whole.

Please don’t hate me for this, but I actually like Stella and the Vees…. BUT I do have an issue with them coming off too cartoonishly evil. (The Vees I’ll cut slack since we are gonna get more of them in season 2)

I was a bit disappointed with how season 2 depicted Stella very one note since I like to see her side of the story of the arrangement. But I also don’t think she’s this OwO badly misunderstood softgirl baby like her Stans make her out to be. She’s still a classist snobby rich lady that oppressed people, even in season 1 with how she abused that imp and threw at Stolas.

This is also kind of how I feel about Valentino in a way too…. While I do think it’s hilarious he’s a piss baby, I worry about him and the Vees getting a similar treatment to Stella. Like yeah he’s a ��ist but people like that can still have depth… I mean look at Griffith from Berserk.

That being said, I actually got inspired by Tik Tok blog that did share so many interesting headcanons for Stella and the Vees. And horror movies like American Psycho was inspiring me ideas for headcanons.

I think a common writing flaw I noticed with both shows is they make abusers so cartoony but not showing the charisma to them. Though we sort of saw that with Mammon and it’s why he’s been a favorite villain of mine so far. Abusers can be charamistic and can be nice it victims, and I wish we saw that with Stella and Val.

Anyways, I had came up with headcanons and my own take on their backstories. (I know I have so much for Vox I wanna share)

But I want to ask… which villain study do you guys want to hear from me first? (btw I’m sorry I don’t have anything for Velvette yet, I promise I’ll get to her soon. I just need to brainstorm more for her )