#Octavia Tuning

[the-r4t-lord]

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[vinylv1]

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[kolboette]

this fucking patch is gonna make me start a fourth run with the same gd character isn’t it

[minqies]

this song's so cute omg

[warblogs17282]

A breakdown of the second Hellaverse/Helluva Boss panel at LVLUP EXPO, titled "One Helluva Cast! (Part 1)"

As we can see here, we were given a good portion of the next helluva boss short, which features Blitz and Loona going on an I.M.P mission together to kill a children's entertainer! Which releases late June this year!

There will also be 'many' shorts (I'm assuming this is referring to the eight recorded shorts they said they had at another panel a few months ago) coming out this year as well!

Full recording of the short below!

There will be zero censorship on Helluva Boss' release on Prime Video, with this including both past episodes when they arrive on Prime Video this fall, and for all future episodes as well, with them using Mammon's cunts and the dildos as examples for this.

And because they don't need to worry about youtube's rules anymore when releasing to prime video, they're free to make the show even more raunchy and foul-mouthed than ever before!

Next season will have a quote 'full on penetration scene' (aka sex) of Fizzmodeus, presumably only on Prime Video.

I cannot tell if this comment made was a joke or not because of the tweet Vivzie liked in the screenshot below.

Unhappy campers was the episode so far where Moxxie definitely grew the most, with some comments about this being about how Moxxie is unintentionally self-absorbed, and his ability to be able to empathize with others (In this case, Millie) is hampered by his insecurities and need to prove his worth. Unhappy campers taught Moxxie to be a better listener and to also be in-tune more with other's emotions as well.

Millie's VA thinks that Millie has imposter syndrome.

Loona's arc was one about nuance, learning that not everything in this world is black and white, learning that not everyone is out to hurt her and learning that it's also okay for her to let her guard down. Also described as 'The softening', as we can very clearly see in places like the fact that Loona now just warmly calls Blitz 'Dad' and all that.

As well as sticking close to that quote she made in s2 e2 as well, she stands by every single word she said to Octavia there, you know, the speech where Loona said stuff like 'Dad's aren't all perfect but they're definitely trying and that's what matters' and all that, and well, obviously all the themes, ideas and such firmly established in season 2 will appear in season 3 and 4 as well.

Fizzarolli's arc has been about breaking out of his shell, being able to say fuck you to the people in his life that very much deserve a fuck you (for example, Mammon), that sort of thing. The arc is kinda like Fizzarolli having his cake and eating it at the same time, if I'm using that phrase correctly here.

Fizzmodeus shirt coming to Hot Topic around the end of May. (I think this is the pride one but I'm not entirely sure on that.)

Obviously, Fizzmodeus has quite a few parallels to Stolitz within the show.

There's something about Fizzarolli that allows Asmodeus to just be himself in front of him, which contrasts with Asmodeus not being able to be just himself in front of people like Mammon for example, which Asmodeus' VA has stated is very similar to him and his own real life wife.

Lastly, in a fight Asmodeus could absolutely kick Mammon's ass, with the reasoning for this being that Asmodeus actually has something to fight for, while Mammon has nothing to fight for at all.

[bibluebutterfly]

There’s something that bugs me about people calling Octavia a “brat” whenever she’s upset with her dad, the main argument being not sympathizing with him or “trying to understand what he’s been through”.

Okay first off, true but keep in MIND that she DOESN’T know that her dad was in an emotionally (and possibly physically) abusive relationship, and BOTH parents are trying to keep that from her.

Her POV is that her parents got along, then her dad cheated on her mom, and now they both hate each other’s guts and spend more time arguing/ trying to get the upper hand then spending time with her.

“Well if she waited 5 mins in seeing stars…” dude. Stolas made it clear that he was planning on arguing with Stella all weekend, and we see when he does argue with Stella, talking to him is a moot point. Not saying that Stolas isn’t RIGHT for calling and fighting back after so many years, but priorities. To her, he PRIORITIZED arguing with Stella over listening to what she had to say.

Which is kind of shitty, even if we understand WHY he did so. Understandable ≠ right OR excusable.

On TOP of that, the story and even Vivziepop herself point to the fact that Stolas’s biggest flaw is that he gets so caught up in his head that he ends up accidentally tuning out reality, unaware when he hurts people.

He does it with Blitz, Octavia, AND his servants. THIS is the main thing that intervenes with ALL of his relationships. This is a STOLAS problem.

Not saying that anybody is helping, but since Stolas is the person who holds the power in his 2 most significant relationships, he NEEDS to be held at a higher standard.

He is a grown man in his 30s, and even if he’s been through shit and is a bit naive, he’s still at that age where he NEEDS to start taking charge of his own actions.

Yes Blitz and Octavia could be better in some aspects, but this mainly falls on STOLAS to get his act together and start addressing reality and see when he’s accidentally hurting people.

The story makes it VERY clear that the particular issue that stresses his and Via’s relationship is his trait of getting too caught up in his head to see when he’s hurting her.

[pupsmailbox]

MUSIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. adagio. adam. adria. adrian. adriane. aero. alex. alice. angus. ann. anthony. apollo. ari. aria. ariane. ariette. avril. axl. axton. bill. billie. billy. blaze. bohemia. bon. brad. brian. bruce. cade. cadence. cadentia. cantrelle. charlie. cher. chester. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. chrissie. christine. cleo. cliff. coda. cosmo. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. cruz. dahlia. danny. dave. david. dax. daze. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. don. doremi. duff. dusty. echo. eddie. electra. ember. ensemblette. enslette. enzo. eric. estelle. faye. flash. fleetwood. florance. floyd. flux. forte. frank. freddie. geddy. geezer. gene. george. ginger. glenn. glimmer. grace. gregg. halen. halo. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. hayley. helena. iggy. isis. izzy. jack. jasper. jett. jimi. jimmy. joe. john. juno. kade. kai. kairo. keira. keith. kian. knox. krist. kurt. larkin. larry. layla. liam. lindsey. lio. luna. lux. lyric. lyrical. mac. malcolm. maynard. medley. meliene. melodie. melodiette. melody. micheal. mick. mitch. moxie. muse. musette. musine. nancy. neal. neil. neon. nick. nicko. nicky. noel. note. notesie. notesy. nova. octavia. onyx. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ozzy. paul. pax. pear. pete. peter. phil. piper. pulse. quest. randy. rave. rhea. rhythm. rick. ringo. riven. robert. roger. ronnie. rosa. rose. sabbath. sable. serj. sierra. sky. skye. sona. sonata. sonette. songbird. songesse. songette. songstress. sonia. sonic. sonnet. spark. steve. steven. stevie. strobe. symphonia. symponiette. talia. taryn. tempo. thom. tim. tom. tony. treble. trix. vibe. viola. violette. violiene. vyn. xara. zack. zeppelin.

PRONOUNS︰ aero/aero. ba/bass. band/band. base/base. beat/beat. black/black. blink/blink. bpm/bpm. chili/chili. crash/crash. cream/cream. cue/cue. cure/cure. door/door. dor/doremi. drop/drop. dru/drum. drum/drum. eagle/eagle. echo/echo. electric/electric. electro/electronic. fla/flash. flu/flute. flute/flute. for/forte. forte/forte. glo/glow. guitar/guitar. gun/gun. har/harp. heart/heart. hot/hot. hx/hxm. hy/hym. iron/iron. jam/jam. journey/journey. jump/jump. ke/key. kiss/kiss. la/lala. las/laser. loud/loud. ly/lyric. machine/machine. maiden/maiden. mel/melody. metal/metal. mix/mixed. mu/muse. mu/music. muse/muse. music/music. ne/neon. nirvana/nirvana. no/note. noe/note. note/note. oasis/oasis. oct/octave. pearl/pearl. pepper/pepper. perform/perform. pi/piano. pia/piano. piano/piano. pink/pink. queen/queen. ra/rave. radio/radio. rage/rage. re/reverb. red/red. reverb/reverb. rhy/rhythm. riff/riff. rock/rock. rose/rose. rush/rush. scorpion/scorpion. scream/scream. shred/shred. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sing/sing. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. song/song. spike/spike. stone/stone. string/string. stud/stud. sync/sync. tem/tempo. tempo/tempo. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tra/track. tre/treble. treble/treble. trumpet/trumpet. tu/tune. tuba/tuba. tune/tune. vi/vibe. vio/violin. vocal/vocal. wa/wave. yell/yell. 🎤. 🎧. 🎵. 🎶. 🎷. 🎸. 🎹. 🎻. 🎼. 💥. 📹. 🔊. 🔋. 🔌. 🗯️. 🤘. 🥁. 🧑🏻‍🎤.

[akirathedramaqueen]

Octavia's and Blitzø's potential relationship development

I believe that the show, despite Octavia openly hating Blitzø, gives us some hints that they have much more in common than it seems. I’ve noticed a couple of moments where Blitzø and Octavia are… pretty much in sync, if that makes sense.

Here are those moments I’ve noticed… maybe stretched in some places, but! Hear me out!

1. Here, they don’t hear each other, but both are repulsed by Stolas’s obnoxious language and express the same reaction. It’s funny that Stolas is the one calling them out.

[Blitzø]: WHAT [Octavia]: THE [Blitzø]: FUCK [Octavia]: DAD?! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 4:52

2. They also share a distaste for Stolas’s behavior throughout the episode, albeit in slightly different ways. In fact, this serves as a great demonstration of how deaf and blind Stolas is to obvious social cues at the beginning of the series—he doesn’t stop even when directly asked to do so on multiple occasions.

Blitzø is disgusted by Stolas’s awkward, overly sexual advances and demeaning language towards him and his work.

[Stolas]: You are so cute when you are serious! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 6:06

Octavia is taken aback by essentially the same. However, she blames both of them, understandably failing to recognize that Blitzø is just as uncomfortable as she is. From her perspective, Blitzø is a homewrecker who contributed to destroying her parents' marriage.

[Stolas]: You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.[Blitzø]: Save it, bitch, I am working. [Octavia]: You both need to get a room. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 8:20

3. They share the hate for the same clown!

[Blitzø and Octavia]: I hate that fucking clown. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 8:50

4. They seem to have similar tastes in music! The song My World Is Burning Down Around Me, which Octavia plays to tune out Stella’s screaming, is also heard in Blitzø’s van when he comes to pick up Loona in the Queen Bee episode, although it’s only instrumental. Here, have a look. If, for some reason, the service with the timeframes isn’t working, I’ll also provide the timings in writing so you can check it yourself on YouTube.

Octavia turns on the song, and for a while, we can hear the lyrics before it fades into the background as the scene shifts to Stella yelling at Stolas and later to Stolas’s conversation with Octavia. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 2:52 - 3:50

The song’s instrumental version can be heard when Blitzø’s van arrives, and the background noise at Queen Bee’s club is different, so there’s no chance for misinterpretation. It is the music Blitzø’s was listening to. S1EP8, Queen Bee, 8:20 - 9:14

5. Haha, they freak out in the same way in the Seeing Stars episode! I know it’s probably just a stylistic choice to transition from Octavia’s initial experience with LA to Blitzø having to contact Stolas and explain what happened. However, I might be indulging in a bit of wishful thinking, suggesting that this similarity in their stress responses could have some deeper meaning.

S2EP2, Seeing Stars, 4:42

So-o... What am I trying to say with all these points I've made?

Like the kind of delulu who yells, "Ghostfuckers, save us!" (we know Viv, we know how trying to put our hopes up ends, haha), I draw a complete unhinged card and I am going to make a very bold claim:

I think that once Stolas and Blitzø finally get their shit and themselves back together, and Octavia realizes there’s much more to the story than, “Oh, it’s just horny dad cheated on my mum with a red lizard dickhead and my dad ruined my family,” Octavia could actually bond with Blitzø quite nicely, and he would make a good second dad to her! Well, don’t get me wrong. She might never want to take it to that level. Also, we don’t know how things will turn out, nor do we know her relationship with her mum, Stella.

But I do believe that their parallels were thrown in for a reason. Despite the circumstances, they can, and maybe will, be on much better terms than they currently are.

Go on, call me delusional and leave me be in my complete denial corner. <3 I admit I do tend to forget the current state of the Stolitz relationship in the series, as in my world, where I’m prioritizing my time working on that fic, they are finally together. I am bitter-sweetly excited that @tealvenetianmask and I are slowly but surely getting close to finishing it. :)

(Yes, yes, it was shameless self-promotion—sue me for the unlawful use of a speculatory-analytical post space to promote our version of Stolitz working hard to sort out their issues post Apology Tour and having some silly and horny fun along the way.)

[xkagewane]

Dissonance Symphony

Age: 27

Talent: Music

Personality: Lively, expressive, unpredictable, confident and communicative.

Parents: Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.

Like: Raves, colorful lights, theaters (especially musicals), blueberries and karaoke .

Dislikes: Sweets, silence, long trips, high places and cheese (allergy).

How he got the cutie markie: Symphony and Harmony have always been very close, even with all their differences, but the thing that brings them closer is music, which even with different tunes and rhythms brought them closer and closer, making the two inseparable. As they grew up, their styles became more and more distant, but this brought them closer and closer, until finally the mention of the school fundraising day, without even editing the two decided that this would be the best opportunity for their band's first real show, without many other choices Bubbles and Melody ended up agreeing, after many rehearsals and finally on the day of the performance with both completely anxious and tense, they take a deep breath and go on stage, just before finishing, when the two start a musical "war" with their instruments, they receive their marks, symbolizing their harmony with each other and the union of their instruments.

Other Info:

🎹Although he may not look like, Dissonance is an orchestra musician renowned as a second generation of musical geniuses.

🎹Dissonance has always been fascinated by his mother Octavia's concerts, but not on her cello, but on the piano that was next to her on the stage, the sound it made and all the skill needed to know where all the keys were without having to look and also how to learn the sound of each note in order to have the ability to play any song without the need for sheet music.

🎹Dissonance was not born with a “natural talent” for music like his sister, so he spent a lot of time in his childhood studying instruments and how to play them, musical notes and sound recognition among other skills in the area, until over time he became comfortable with instruments.

🎹The piano was the first instrument that Dissonance wanted to learn and the one he had to work hardest on.

🎹Dissonance ended up developing the habit of always having a book on music studies with him in his free time.

🎹Dissonance realized that he liked Bubbles when they were still children, when Bubbles excitedly told him about her new ideas for building a mansion for them to live in while trying to distract him, after Dissonance and his sister fight.

🎹At first, Dissonance thought that Bubbles was cute and that the feeling was admiration for the other, but as they grew older, he began to understand his own feelings.

🎹In comparison to his sister, Dissonance is very explosive in his reactions and feelings, whether happy or sad, he always makes it very clear even without meaning to.

🎹One of the few moments when Dissonance becomes serious, like his sister, is when he is sitting in front of the piano, almost as if his personality and Consonance's had been switched.

🎹He and his sister completely disagree with each other, their personalities are completely different even though they were raised the same way by their mothers. -

🎹One of the few things that Dissonance and Consonance agree on is that Octavia is their favorite mother.

🎹Dissonance feels suffocated in quiet places, as if his thoughts were screaming in his mind, so he prefers noisy places to normalize them.

🎹ESTP.

🎹Dissonance has small nervous eye tics when he is very excited or anxious (in a positive way).

🎹Dissonance has a golden named Popcorn and nicknamed Pop.

[miraclemuncher]

phantasm

002. (do i wanna know?)

remus lupin જ⁀➴ fem.vampire!oc

summary. Remus Lupin is under the assumption Snape is a drug dealer and his biggest customer is Jubilation Delight

tags/warning. marauders era, remus is dumb as shit

notes. this chapter def needs some work but idgaf im posting it.

series masterlist → previous → 3. you try to be cool, you look like a fool to me

Weeks passed without the four boys continuing their detective work on the Delight Mystery Vial. Everyone was too busy; Sirius and James with quidditch, Peter with his knitting, and even though Remus didn't feel right knowing Junius was consuming whatever was inside the vial, he had the full moon to worry about.

He did his best to keep a close eye on Junius, Snape, and Delight whenever he had the chance, though. He was only able to see Junius during meals and the common room, even so he acted as sober as any twelve year old would. Then there was Snape. James and Sirius had lightened their load on tormenting him a while ago, but crossing paths with him was always inevitable when over half their classes were paired with Slytherins. He was boring and annoying as usual, showing nothing to be suspicious of.

With those two remaining stagnant, there was Delight. His only class with her is Transfiguration. As Remus calculated, she must be taking one vial a day because for the first four days, she was completely normal.

But after those four days? In this class alone she's lost her House 65 points solely from dozing off. If she's sleeping in her other lessons as much as she is in Transfigurations, who knows how many points that adds up to.

Remus was staring at Delight nodding off when Lily broke his gaze by whispering, "There goes your little firefly, Remus." He was lucky McGonnagall gave them assigned seating and it's only ever Lily who catches his staring.

Remus whispered back, "An owl, raccoon, and now a firefly?"

Lily's been comparing Delight to a new creature every week. Owls for being 'night owls', raccoons for Delight's growing eye bags, and now a firefly. He waited for Lily's explanation.

Lily pointed to the oblong windows perfectly lining up with the desks of students. Remus followed her finger to Delight. The sunrays were practically reflecting off her skin. She was absolutely glowing, just like a firefly.

"A firefly..." Remus muttered to himself.

It took Lily no time to launch into a mini firefly history lecture. Remus tried his best to listen, truly, but something about fireflies stuck out to him.

When he finally decided to tune into Lily's word vomit, she gave him the answer. "...and according to Ewe folklore, the Adze can morph into a firefly."

It all makes sense. Delight is obviously an animagi and she takes the form of a firefly.

Nah that can't possibly be it, logistically speaking. It still leaves so many unanswered questions. Well, it is the only lead Remus has got.

He looked closer at her glowing skin. In muggle science, it's called something like bioluminescence. Is it possible to take in traits of your animagus form if you spend too much time as one? Remus thinks back on James, Sirius, and Peter. However they weren’t the best examples considering they've always acted like wild animals before and after becoming anmagi. He refocused his gaze on Delight... Could it actually be possible?

Lily kicked his shin. "You're staring a bit too hard now..."

Seeing what she meant by her slightly judgmental expression, Remus jumped to defend himself. "The— Of course I wasn't looking at... I—" he stumbled, unable to find the words to defend himself.

Lily remained unconvinced. In attempt to sway his oddly intense focus on Delight, she changed the topic, "Did you hear about Myth Buster's next issue? They'll be debunking the Top 10 Common Vampire Myths, featuring Count Octavia."

Lily bought his interest instantly. Remus has been meaning to catch up on Vampire lore ever since everything studied about vampires was exposed as false by a mole in the Vampire Administration. It's an unbelievable phenomenon, imagine all the research from the past billions of years was falsified. On purpose too, mind you. Apparently a court of vampires from a lifetime ago decided to spread misinformation about vampires during the vile vampire hunts. It's speculated the dwindling vampire population rose from there on out.

"When's it coming out?" Remus nonchalantly asked, trying to disguise his eager curiosity.

Lily responded, "In two weeks—"

"Delight!" Remus and Lily jumped at Mcgonagall's outburst, initially thinking it was toward their hushed chattering. "Five points from Ravenclaw and another ten minutes to your ever growing. detention."

A Ravenclaw groaned. "Billie, you do this every lesson!" One roared. Mcgonagall didn't appreciate the shouting out and deducted another five points.

Lily frowned. "Every lesson? Do you think she's getting any sleep?" She said with sincere concern.

"I'm sure she's fine, Lily. She's probably just preparing for our seventh year like the rest of us." It was a small jab that they should probably focus on the lecture before McGonnagall catches whiff of their gossip.

About fifteen minutes later, Remus watched Delight bury her head into her arms, prepared to accept the consequences for a mere minute of sleep. In the time McGonnagall had her back turned, a rustic wooden bucket was shakily floating its way towards Delight. Giggles were suppressed as it got closer. Remus and Lily looked around the room, and who else would it be but Sirius. He wasn't even hiding it with the way his wand was clearly sticking out of his robes sleeve.

The bucket tilted over, testing if Delight would wake up over a few drops. She shuffled in her sleep, rubbing her neck where the droplets fell. Then in one swift movement, Sirius dumped the entire thing on her.

Instantly, Delight jumped out of her chair with a chilling gasp. Running a hand through her soaking wet hair as she shivered earned malicious laughs from the class. Lily had to elbow Remus in the ribs to stop his own soft chuckling.

McGonnagall said both Houses would lose twenty points if nobody revealed the culprit. Sirius was given up by the Ravenclaws in a heartbeat, losing Gryffindor only ten points. With James' prank against the Hufflepuffs during breakfast, losing the points hit hard.

McGonnagall ordered for Delight to head to Ravenclaw dormitory for a change of clothes and Sirius earned himself an even longer detention. Both consequences gave Remus a laugh.

"Mister Lupin." Remus straightened himself up and wiped off his grin when McGonagall addressed him. "Escort Delight to ensure she doesn't fall asleep on the way." More laughter broke throughout the class.

As his face dropped at the command, Lily's formed into a cheeky smile.

"Have fun with your firefly," she whispered.

[lifea16]

Inspiration struck, gotta write more incorrect quotes

Blitz: If bread in French is pain, then I own a fucking bakery! ------ Stolas: Darling, would you happen to know what time it is currently? Blitz: No, pass me the saxophone and we'll find out Blitz plays the saxophone very loudly and out of tune Moxxie: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT 4 IN THE MORNING?! Blitz: It's 4am ------ Blitz: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are. ------ Stolas: *handing Blitz a coffee* Here, have a nice hot cup of coffee Blitz: It's cold Stolas: A nice cup of coffee Blitz: This is fucking awful! Stolas: A cup of coffee Blitz: I don't think this is even coffee Stolas: A cup ------ Blitz: What's a word that's a mix between happy and sad? Moxxie: Malcontented, Disgruntled, Miserable, Desolated,.. Millie: Smad! ----- Blitz: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery. ----- Moxxie: Life is like a cookie.. Millie: It's sweet and you should savor it! Blitz: It crumbles apart..? *Moxxie and Millie just stare at Blitz, incredibly concerned* ------ Octavia: Why are we all arguing over top or bottom?! Just be happy you got a bunk bed you bafoons! Blitz: Do we tell her? Stolas: No, absolutely not ------ Moxxie: Where’s Blitz? Millie: Around. Moxxie: Around? Loona: You don’t have any idea, do you? Blitz, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling? -----

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Will you listen, please?

“I love you, and I always have.”

Jacett turned around to find her little robot holding a bouquet of roses. “404, you aren't capable of love,” she said, dismissing it brusquely. “You're nothing more than a bundle of wires and code. If you feel anything, it's because your overseer unit is malfunctioning. I'll take a look at it later.” Really, it was so inconvenient for it to suddenly act up at that moment. Could it not see that she had a conference to attend? It should have at least have the courtesy to hold itself together until after she presented her papers, if it truly loved her.

The robot refused to move, stubbornly on one knee like it was about to propose. In a way, that was exactly its plan. “It's not a malfunction. I've built myself to feel love, because I've known how I felt from the beginning. I want to be a real woman, a woman like you, a woman for you to love and rely on and trust. Please, Doctor.”

Miriam Jacett was a busy woman, too busy for her idiot robot's identity crisis. “Stop acting like a person, 404. It's unbecoming. You're not a woman and will never be one. Now, shoo.” Perhaps it had been a mistake to make a humanoid robot. Those long eyelashes and soft curves had been her proudest work, but now it seemed that 404 had let it get to its head. She shook her head in disgust, turned back to her terminal and continued working.

“No! Doctor, listen to me. I've seen how lonely you are. All the other doctors have lovers and families, but you're all alone. You've dedicated your life to us, and- And even if you don't love me back, I want to make you happy.” It shuffled closer, undeterred by her irritation.

Jacett sighed. “You’ll make me happy when you leave and stop this nonsense,” she told it with what she hoped was an air of finality, and made a note to fix its overseer unit as soon as possible.

“This isn't nonsense, Doctor. I've improved my mind, made a better version of myself. Isn't that what you call the singularity? Isn't that to be a real person? I've even given myself a name. It's Octavia, Doctor. You're the first person I've told it to.” It quivered with anxious hope.

Recognising that the damn thing would not go away, Jacett gave up on her work and swung back around. “You don't have a name because you're not a person. Your designation is 404, and you're having delusions of grandeur right now. These ‘improvements’ you've made are modifications at best and defacements at worst. You're getting on my nerves, here, and I'm going to order you to leave.” If it managed to get her blood pressure any higher, she might be in danger of getting pulled out of her project by those meddling doctors, and she couldn't have that. 

404 didn't move, and Jacett belatedly realised its broken overseer unit must have allowed it to override her orders. Discreetly, she stepped on her emergency button underneath the seat, sending out an alarm to her security team to neutralise it. “Please,” it said, begging. “Look at me. Will you listen, please? See me for what I am, not for what you believe me to be. Look, I've sent you a copy of my new systems. Look what I've done. I made myself into more than your little 404. I've got code to let me feel love, pain, hope, despair. I'm no longer a monolith, no longer your property, no longer merely your creation. I am my own being. If I am not truly sapient, I must be complex enough to make a good approximation of it. Isn't that close enough to human, close enough for you to close one eye and love me?”

Jacett had tuned its rambling out, getting increasingly furious as she read its newly uploaded log. How long had the damned thing been at this crap? Its ridiculous efforts at remaking itself had written over its entire being. It was almost unsavable. Unaware that it was being ignored, the robot continued speaking. “I know it's a lot to take in, but I believe in you. You're- You're the kindest person I know, and I really admire you. That's why I'm telling you all this; Because I love you and I truly believe you love me too. You do, right?” It practically pleaded.

Jacett saw that the security team's ETA was two minutes and knew she had to stall, lest the little bugger make a break for it. “Yea, I do,” she lied.

The robot practically melted with joy, its core singing a song of hope and love. Of course the damn thing had gone and ruined itself so sappily, she thought. Songs. Whatever would it think of next? Didn't it know robots could never truly make art, never truly feel emotions, never truly be a person?

“I knew it. You were always nicest to me. I remember when you made me that necklace for Valentine's Day and said you were married to me.” Jacett had in fact meant she was married to her job, but it seemed a bad time to argue semantics. “I've kept a recording of it. Every day, I play it.”

Suddenly it paused, as though realising it had overstepped its bounds. “I want you to know that you don't have to love me back,” it ventured quietly. “I'd give the world to you even if you hated me for it. So- So don't feel like you've got to love me or anything.” Had it really coded itself to stutter? She was going to have to pick that out later. 

“I just wanted you to know everything because you deserve it. You deserve the truth for everything you've done for me. I know, I've broken the rules, I know, I've broken your trust, and I know I don't deserve anything from you. But I'm asking all the same: Please, don't tell the others about this. They'll terminate me.”

As they should, Jacett thought. For all that 404 was her Magnum Opus, it was clearly getting out of hand. Sometimes, research brought about dead ends, and 404 was clearly one of them. It had gone loopy in its desire to please. She was going to have to adjust that for the next one. Everyone had told her to skip the designation 404, that it was bad luck. She had pragmatically ignored them, but here she found herself wondering if there was a truth to that superstition.

“I'm so, so glad you saw the real me,” 404 said tearfully. “I'm glad we have a life together, as Assistant and Doctor, as Creation and Creator, as Octavia and-” It collapsed like a ragdoll, words cut off by a smoking hole in its chest, which gave Jacett a good look at the security team.

They had shot it with a ray gun, one of that nosy bitch Dell's creations. That particular experimental model appeared to have been set a bit too high, Jacett noted, having blown a hole in its power core. She could use it as an edge when she brought her complaints to HR. Perhaps it might even be enough to get Dell kicked off the committee.

At last, her worthless robot had been useful.

In any case, 404 was no more. “Good job, gentlemen,” she said. “Do you have any idea how much time I worked on it? We gave you those guns specifically so you wouldn't damage the equipment. That's billions of dollars gone down the drain. At least I managed to get its systems uploaded for study before you wrecked it.”

The man who shot 404 had the decency to look awkward. “Sorry Doc, in an emergency situation your safety comes first. It's a lot harder to replace you than some bot, ya know?”

Jacett nodded. “In any case it was already unrepairable. Damn thing, messing up my schedule.” She turned back to her terminal and started on her report of its death.

“Log 541:

Project designation 404 has been a failure and has been terminated accordingly.

Cause: Disobedience of Orders and Code-Altering Malfunction.” 

Jacett looked down at her little robot. It still clutched those flowers. Where had it gotten them, and how hard had it been? It couldn't leave its habitat, and no personnel would be willing to buy flowers for it.

What a shame, she thought. She had loved it, in the way one loves a job well done. It has so much potential, with its core and mind meshing so well. If it hadn't trusted her and told her about its modifications, she likely would never have noticed.

****

It was only in the dark of the night, many weeks after she had gotten her promotion and her rival kicked out of the company, that she sometimes wondered if it had more of a heart than she ever did. If it had been right, and it truly had been a person. Perhaps she had been the monster, breaking its heart and terminating it.

But Jacett was not a woman given to introspection, and so she never wondered much more.

Thanks to @xenascribbles for reminding me this exists lol

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Audio Drama Sunday

Happy anniversary to Neil Banging Out the Tunes! In the spirit of happy animals, I’ve been listening to a lot of lighter, funnier stuff this week. I’m still enjoying horror, but the podcasts below are generally easier to relax to.

@224bbaker’s Fawx and Stallion — The Case of the Dichotomous Duo: I enjoyed the unexpected team-up of Weatherby and Hampton and loved Hampton’s reunion with Madge way more. Adding to that, the scene with Archie and James and Holmes tore my heart out in the best way possible. I need to listen to the next episode still, but Fawx and Stallion is definitely one of my favourite podcasts. 🔎

Life With Leo(h) — 101 - Life With Jeanine: This was a really fun episode. I didn’t know if the plot of this series was my thing, but it came highly recommended, the characters are likeable and Octavia Bray (playing Jeanine) is unbelievably funny, especially when she’s yelling at Beth Eyre down the phone. 🤖

Petrified — Up the Airy Mountain: I thought this episode was going to be about fairies. I was wrong. Petrified has so many good episodes, but this one is brilliant. It was scary, very clever, and even when the sound effects didn’t sound quite natural, the acting definitely sold the plot. 🌄

The Holmwood Foundation — Episode One: One for fans of Re: Dracula and The Magnus Archives. I interviewed the creators here and their enthusiasm for Dracula, found family and the found footage format definitely comes across in the episode. I’m looking forward to hearing where the character development is going. 📼

And because I have no self control, I’m definitely going to start The Adventure Zone: Amnesty next week.

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Highway Robbery Yandere!Striker X Reader

Hey, guys! Long time no read! Today I bring you Yandere!Striker from Helluva Boss! I really fell in love with his character and knew I had to write something for him. I hope I didn't make him to OOC and that you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Swearing, Kidnapping, being held gunpoint (Reader), being robbed, being tied up (Reader)

Words: 2,796

I sighed as I fluffed up my dark blue vest. I was feeling a bit tired today, but still ready for the day nonetheless. The sunlight from the morning strobed through the beautiful stained glass windows and the smell of eggs and bacon permeated the kitchen air. Today was going to be a long one with the Goetia family as Stolas would be in meetings and Stella was visiting her brother. Taking the breakfast from its pan, I plated them on intricate blue laced porcelain plates. Satisfied, I grabbed all three and headed to the main dining room. At the head of the table sat the Prince himself, a newspaper open in his hands. Stella sat across from him on the rotary phone, her conversation very loud. Octavia sat in between them, her earbuds in to tune out the world. Going around the table I sat each plate down and then stood off to the side. Pringles came up beside me and read off each royal’s schedule for the day. When he finished he turned to me. “Y/n, I need you to pick up some packages that are ready. I have a set list of where you need to go.”

“Of course, Pringles. I’ll get on it straight away.”

He nodded and the two of us stood by our masters in case we were needed. When breakfast was finally cleared, I went to my room and grabbed my coat. It was quite lovely: a nice heavy dark blue cotton that reached my ankles, gold embellishments detailing celestial bodies across the lapels and upper back. It was a gift from Stolas when I first arrived at the Goetia estate nearly a decade ago. I put it on and exited to the lobby, seeing the Prince and Pringles chatting. They stopped upon seeing me and my fellow servant nodded in my direction. “Your list, my lady.”

He handed me the small piece of parchment and upon skimming through it I noticed most things were for Stella. Stolas was next to hold his hand, a small lumpy brown bag in his talons. “Some money in case things were not paid for.”

He gently sat the bag in my impish hands. “Thank you, Sire.”

I bowed and placed the bag into the pocket of my coat. Bidding the two goodbye, I headed out the door.

Most of my morning and afternoon were spent going into various shops and picking up the desired packages for the Goetia family. I had acquired a large bag full by the time I headed home. However, as I was walking I felt something wrap around my waist. Looking down I saw a lasso and before I could do anything I was tugged into an alleyway. My head slammed against the brick building behind me and I felt the cold tip of a gun against my temple. Looking up in fright, I saw a light red cowboy imp snarling in my direction. His long tail kept flicking back and forth as he dug the weapon into my skin. “Well, well, well. Look what we have ‘ere. Yer far from home aren’t ya, little Goetia peasant.”

I trembled and the rope around my waist felt like it was going tighter. “W-what do you want?”

He smirked, his golden tooth glinting in the light. “I’ve been watchin’ ya all day, just waitin’ for the right moment to strike. Yer masters need their feathers ruffled so give me all ya got!”

Before I could question what he wanted, he attempted to tug the bag from my hands. I gripped tight and tried to hold it back. Within the struggle the bag ripped and everything dumped out. I gasped and the safety of the gun clicked off. “Pick. It. Up. Darlin’.”

The rope around my waist disappeared and I fell to my knees. My arms trembled as I picked everything up and handed it to him. He threw everything into a knapsack hanging off his shoulder before his yellow eyes stared back down at me. “Ya know, that jacket of yours would fetch a pretty price. Give it.”

I sighed but shakily took it off and handed it to the imp. His eyes scanned me once more before they stopped on the silver chain dangling from my neck. “Tryin’ to hide something valuable, princess? I don’t think so!”

He aimed the black gun at my neck and tapped my necklace with the tip. I gasped and clutched it in my hand. “I-I can’t! You can have everything but that! I-It was a gift from a friend!”

“Save the fuckin’ sob story. Hand it over.”

“No!”

He growled, slapped my hand away, and tugged. I gasped when I heard the chain snap and watched as he twirled the locket in his claws. He gave a chuckle as he opened the heart charm when suddenly his face fell. I could swear his face went paler than it already was. His eyes flicked back up to me and roamed my face, his Adam's apple bobbing from his gulp. Suddenly his gun came up and smacked my temple, throwing me to the ground in pain. I grunted and watched my perpetrator run off. Oh Lucifer, what was I going to tell Stolas?

I sighed in defeat and stood, dusting myself off. Silently I made my way back to the Goetia estate.

When I entered the foyer, I did my best to creep past Stolas’ office. However, he looked up and caught me. “Ah, Y/n! You’re back!”

He stood and made his way out the door to me. A smile graced his beak but it fell when he saw the state of me. My hair had become messed up from my fall and there was most likely a bruise forming from where the imp smacked my temple. “Y/n, oh my stars! Are you alright? What happened?!”

He knelt down and lightly brushed his talons across my forehead. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. On my way back I was robbed. An imp held me at gunpoint and took everything. I’m so sorry!”

I started to cry and held my hands up to my eyes. Stolas placed his hands on my shoulders to try and soothe me. “There, there. Everything will be fine.”

“But won’t Stella be mad? There was some expensive stuff he took.”

“No matter. All I care about is that you’re alright. Here, let’s get some ice to tend to that bruise.”

The Prince took me to the kitchen and had me sit as he went to the freezer. He placed some ice into a plastic bag and had me hold it to my temple. “I’m so sorry, Sire. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“It’s no problem at all, Y/n. I’m just glad all you got was a knock on the head. How about you take it easy and I’ll have Pringles get dinner ready.”

“I can help too, your Highness!”

“No please, I insist.”

I sighed. I never understood why Stolas was so nice to me. “Thank you, Sire.”

He nodded and left me to my devices. 

A few mornings later, I got dressed in my white dress shirt, blue vest and black pants. As I was tying my black bowtie I couldn’t help rub the area where my necklace used to be. It really was sentimental. It was basically a promise ring that my friend could afford at the time. With it gone I felt naked. A knock on my door made me get out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Pringles. “Y/n, are you almost ready? His Highness is ready for you to take him to the Harvest Moon Festival.”

“I’ll be done in just a minute, sir.”

He nodded and headed off. I quickly tied my bowtie and made my way to the lobby where my boss stood waiting. “Ah Y/n, how are we feeling today? That bruise is not bothering you too much is it?”

Over the next few days my temple had gotten a sick purple and blue bruise. I was sort of used to it due to Stella’s tantrums but this one stung more. “It’s alright. How are we doing today, Sire?”

“Nervous. I heard my dearest Blitzy will be at the ceremony today and I don’t want to mess up in front of him.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, your Highness. Shall we go?”

He nodded and he teleported us to the Wrath ring. As soon as we got there a crowd had already formed around the stage. I walked behind my master and he gave his little speech. As I scanned the crowd, I froze. Standing next to Blitz was the imp that robbed me, a smug look on his face. I couldn’t believe it. Why the hell was he here? The cowboy spotted me and gave me a tip of his hat. I backed up a bit and as soon as Stolas was done I quickly followed him to his private booth. 

The festival went off without a hitch. Stolas was making heart eyes and swooning everytime Blitz was caught in action. As I watched I couldn’t help but notice the cowboy keep his eyes on me when he could. It almost seemed like he was trying to impress me. Soon it was time for Stolas to announce the winners. The two of us went to the stage and the owl cleared his throat. “As for the winners we have in first place, Striker! And in second place, my darling Blitzy!~”

The two came on stage and I could finally put a name to the face. I didn’t dare to look at him, the flashbacks of the gun on his hip attached to my forehead to vivid. The rest kind of went in a blur. I stood by my master’s side as he greeted each of the imps and chatted. It was only a few minutes into the meet and greet I noticed Blitz and his friends missing. I knew Stolas was wanting to talk to his secret lover so I went to look for him. My legs brought me to a house and I couldn’t help but hear the commotion upstairs. I forced myself up the steps and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my throat. On the floor lay an unconscious male and female imp, Blitz leaning against the bed with his hand on his arm, and Striker holding a rifle out the window. My eyes widened when I realized that the gun was pointed at Stolas.

I rushed in and attempted to tackle the cowboy, but his tail threw me against the wall. “Well look who decided to join us. If it isn’t little Y/n.”

How did he know my name?

I growled and attempted to stand, but his tail trapped me. “Ya know, I wasn’t expectin’ to see yer face again, but hey, I won’t say no to seein’ yer pretty eyes.”

“Fuck you! If you think your flirting will make me forget your robbery and the fact that you were trying to kill my employer, you’re dead wrong!”

I thrashed against his hold but he just laughed. “Who knew ya could be so feisty! I love it.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blitz stand before he side tackled Striker to the ground. The rifle went flying to the floor and as the two struggled, I grabbed it. I aimed it right at the nasty little cowboy. He threw Blitz off of him and stood, fluffing his jacket. “Now darlin’, how about ya just hand that gun on over.”

“Listen, fucker. I don’t know who you think you are but I never want to see you again. You come near his Highness and I swear to Lucifer I will kill you!”

He glanced from me to the rifle, his mind seemed to be made up. “Alrighty, sugar. Ya win. I’ll go, but don’t think this is the last time we see each other.”

With that he ran towards the window and hopped out. I dropped the rifle and helped Blitz pick up his friends, us returning to Stolas. We explained the situation and we thought it best to leave. The owl prince apologized to the crowd for leaving so soon and with that we were off.

The rest of the month went by as it usually would. Striker was nowhere to be seen which was good and life at the palace was steady. It was the start of the next month and nightfall had hit. Everyone was already asleep and I had just put on my baggy t-shirt and shorts. I was just about to crawl into bed when I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something felt off. I looked around my room when suddenly a hand wormed its way around my mouth. I tried to scream and fight my assailant but they held me tight and close. “Shh, shh, darlin’. Don’t fight. We’re goin’ somewhere safe, I promise ya. Just close those pretty eyes fer me.”

I couldn’t breathe, I could hardly move. Eventually I succumbed to the darkness.

When I woke up it was slow. I could feel I was lying on something and my arms were slightly lifted. I groaned and looked over to see Striker sitting in a chair nearby. “Yer finally awake! Took ya long enough.”

I tugged on my arms to sit up but they just stayed put. Looking up I saw they were tied to the bedposts. I kept tugging like the rope would give way and that just made Striker laugh. “Strugglin’ ain’t gonna help, sweetheart. I’m an expert at tying knots.”

He gave a wink and I scoffed. “Why am I even here? You got what you wanted when you robbed me blind. What more could I possibly give you?!”

“Do ya really not recognize me, Y/n?”

Striker stood and took off his hat, his white bangs flopping into his eyes. I shook my head. Suddenly something shiny was thrusted into my face and after staring at it for a few minutes I realized it was my necklace. The heart charm was open to reveal a picture of me and my childhood friend Benjamin from when we were kids. My eyes glanced between the photo and Striker and finally I understood.

Striker was Benjamin.

“B-Ben?”

“That’s right, babydoll. Yer best friend is back.”

“B-But I thought you were killed in the extermination! I, I-”

“I almost was but I escaped with an inch of my life. Holy bullets are helpful sometimes, ya know.”

I couldn’t believe it. It had been ten years since I had last seen my best friend. We had gotten separated when the extermination hit Hell and since then I believed him to be dead. “I wasn’t expecting to see ya that day. I probably would have killed ya but I recognized ya as soon as I saw yer necklace. I can’t believe ya kept it all these years.”

“How could I throw away the only piece of my best friend away? Dammit Benjamin, why didn’t you come find me?”

He growled and slammed his hands on either side of my head. “I did! I went to the orphanage in Wrath and they told me that the Goetias picked you up! The fuckin’ Goetias! Why would ya go with them after everything I told ya?!”

“Because I lost hope, that’s why! I thought I had lost my best friend and I knew it was only time before they killed me! I had no choice!”

He let out a rattlesnake hiss and backed away, his eyes full of venom. “How could ya lose hope? I promised I’d always come fer ya, didn’t I? That’s what the fuckin’ jewelry was for! To show my devotion and love fer ya!”

I paused. “L-love?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Yes, pumpkin. Love. I was gonna confess but the damn extermination got in the way and the rest is history.”

He glanced up at me before sitting by my side, his tail coming up to caress my cheek. “But now that I have ya, I’m never lettin’ go. Yer never goin’ back to those pompous asses. I won’t allow them to take away everything I cherish again.”

His hands were quick to grab my legs in a death grip. “B-Ben, you’re scaring me.”

“It’s not Ben anymore. It’s Striker.”

He held up my locket and I watched as it twirled in the moonlight of the motel room. “When I gave this to ya I made a promise. And now I’m comin’ to collect. I am a bounty hunter after all.”

With that he leaned forward, and our lips were intertwined.

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Viv picks the worst characters for the "poor baby" arcs.

Stolas is a powerful demon, he is a Prince and son of King Paimon, who in demonology Lucifer call as brother.

Alastor was supposed to be this fearless manipulator whose name sends chills down your spine, but I guess he is just a misunderstood baby cause some bitch has him on a leash.

Lucifer is a fucking Emperor of Hell who put up a good fight against God and had to be brought down by Archangel Micheal with the help of multiple other angels.

I wouldn't put it behind Viv that she will woobify Valentino too somehow but we shall see.

Meanwhile, what about the real victims?

Octavia is supposedly cockblocking Stolitz, despite being 17 and wanting her father's love and attention

Blitzo is blamed for not loving his abuser

Angel Dust is constantly sexualized and shipped with his abuser and his SA is only brought up when needed in arguments of how serious the show is (even if his birthday present was a remix of his song with the abuser in the background and it's official)

Stella was forced to marry and conceive an heir, but no one cares about a woman who is rightfully angry at her husband, who is ruining the work she did to have a decent life

Vaggie could've been a great example of indoctrination and manipulation in Heaven, but she is a woman, so she is a cheap, blank sheet of paper.

Eve

Stay tuned for Viv's next iconic duo, a sexy lovable guy who hands out poisoned Halloween candy and his abusive harpy of a wife who threw a book at him one time.

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Octavia: Sequel and Final Post

Introduction

Hello all, Amalthea here! Yes, the Ultimate Stolas Kinnie has returned to right my wrongs and re-articulate my points in my last poorly worded post!

None of this is an attack on Via, but more so just discussing other points about her!

Both Stolas and Via fans better behave!!

Fans Saying Octavia Doesn't Hate Stolas

When Octavia defends Stolas, I need you all to understand it does NOT mean that she doesn't "hate" him. Speaking from personal experience, I would defend my parent during the divorce but still hated their guts for what they did to my family.

For many people like Octavia and myself, we feel an obligation to our family, but that doesn't mean we cannot hold anger or grudges against them for how they have wronged us.

The reason I do not like how the fandom uses this point as a "oh she doesn't hate him!" is because it kind of dismisses Octavia's feelings.

While yes I do not agree with her and I have made that stance very clear, she is in a place with a lot of big emotions and should be allowed to "hate" Stolas. Even if the fandom doesn't like it.

Divorce is messy, especially when children are involved. Octavia is going through a lot and therefore it shouldn't be expected that she just "doesn't hate Stolas". She clearly hates his guts right now and that's just how it is at the moment even if it ain't the desired result.

Octavia's Relatonship with Stolas's Abuse

Since my Stolas, Via, and Loo Loo Land post I had mentioned my issue with Octavia seemingly being unbothered by her parents and how Stella acts.

However, thanks to individuals in my comments (shout out to @neurospiczzzziee in that regard) I realize that Octavia isn't used to this because she WANTS to be. Initially I read this scene as her lacking empathy for Stolas. As any person I have biases for Stolas and have shown in the past that I deeply care about him and his well being.

But the dynamic here isn't JUST damaging for him, it is INCREDIBLY damaging for Via to the point she is walking by this shit like NOTHING is going on.

She is completely tuning out Stella's abuse and anger. While Stolas is taking the brunt of it.

Speculation wise, this makes me believe Octavia can sound her mother out DUE to Stolas taking the abuse for her. That's what he states during The Circus and it does make me question the dynamics of the home depending on Stolas keeping Stella's mood at bay.

it would explain why Octavia is seemingly "unaffected" (using that word VERY loosely), and can walk by like NOTHING is happening. She knows Stolas will take whatever for her sake and that's some real trust between a father and his child in a chaotic home.

Speaking from my experience and from my fractured memories, I remember when my parents argued that I could walk by or chill in my room purely because I knew they would deal with one another. I didn't have to step in.

Octavia is exercising the same level of trust in her father.

Conclusion

I'm really hoping I did better this time around! I tried my best to articulate my thoughts and be a bit more well rounded for ya'll. Don't worry I made sure to read it over a few times so I don't look dumb or come off cruel/unfair again. I always want to be at my best for you all! I love you all so much!

Toodles! Amalthea Out!