#Stolitz drabble

[blitzwhore]

19, 46, or 49? Take your pick!

46. Worship

It has always come so naturally to kneel before him. To hand over the reins and give him all that you are. 

It feels no different now, even though everything has changed. You cradle his hand on your own, and his touch is still the gentlest you’ve ever known; the touch of a killer, a lover, a giver of life. You are at eye level, yet he is taller than the world, a blinding beacon of light; and as you give him the crystal, you hand over the fragile and fluttering thing that is your heart, too. 

It has always belonged to him, anyway. 

“I care,” you say, “very deeply for you,” and you hope it can convey all you really feel. The love, the fear; the boundless, immeasurable devotion that you feel towards the man that stands before you. Would you be my partner? is what you silently ask him as you look into his eyes and finally say everything you’ve needed him to know. Would you be my equal? Would you take me—all of me, even the parts I myself cannot bear to hold? 

Would you love me?

Would you stay? 

[the-lone-reader]

Stolas and Blitz are together and things are working out. They have their issues, their ups and downs, as all couples do. They don’t expect things to be perfect, and they’re willing to try and make this work.

Then, they get into a fight. It’s not their first fight, or even their worst. But Blitzø has been on edge all day, looking like he’s ready for a fight. He says something particularly outrageous, and Stolas whirls on him, gesturing dramatically as he vents, and Blitzø–

He flinches. Stolas immediately draws back, blinking in surprise. Both of them seem to realize what happened at the same time, and Blitzø immediately bristles and gathers himself to his full height. He yells, spittle flying from his bared teeth, tail lashing and shoulders trembling. A door slams and Stolas is alone.

The thoughts come too quickly and yet everything is too quiet. Breaths short and shallow, when Stolas finally manages to regain control of his limbs he goes straight to the side of his bed as if on autopilot, shakily pulls out one of the bottles of absinthe he keeps hidden by his bed, and downs it. Time passes at a distance, and eventually cold tears dampen Stolas’ feathers.

He’s not like her. He’s not. He’s not.

He would never – Blitzø knows he would never – He must know…He wouldn’t. He’s not like her. He’s not.

He’s not.

[velvet-games]

stolitz drabble based on an au I'm thinking about ...

Blitzø settled himself on top of Stolas’ stomach, stretching his arms out over his head before he got to work. 

“You’re beautiful,” Stolas murmured, so quiet Blitzø almost missed it. Stolas’ eyes widened a fraction, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Like he’d surprised even himself with the thought.

Blitzø raised a brow. “What?” 

“I said you’re beautiful,” Stolas repeated, louder this time. “Like a lily dipped in lamb’s blood.” He brushed a thumb over Blitzø’s hipbone, tender as a feather. 

Blitzø huffed, too baffled by the comment to really be irritated. “Whatever you say, Feathers.”

[luckyspot]

That feeling when you have an idea for a story where Stolas is close friends with Angel Dust and Blitzo hears him call, asking for "his usual", to which Angel is heard squealing in joy and remarking he'll "get the bed ready".

Stolas sneaks away after hours to which Blitzo follows him, wondering if Stolas is regretting trying to protect him.

Charlie welcomes Stolas to the hotel and shows him up (with Stolas asking if she would join them only for to decline) and he walks up to Angel's room.

Scales the building and sees Husk entering Angel's room with a tray and "fancy-ass lotion and sh*t" and Blitzo barges in gun blazing...

Only to see Stolas and Angel laid out on a pallet of blankets in lounge wear, Angel comforting Stolas and Husk chiming in best he can.

(Including Husk talking with Blitzo and the two of them bonding over their respective Bottoms and some heavy duty drinks.)

You want to write all that...but you're scared of writing the characters OOC....

[ezralovrr]

STOP ATTACKING ME! - A short Helluva Boss OC Drabble

Yeah I’m not gonna lie.. I don’t really like Stolas, I’m sorry. His whiny attitude about how Blitzo doesn’t love him is honestly really annoying. So here’s my frustrations being put into a small story!

(Also this basically serves as an origin story to Raya’s rivalry with Stolas.)

Stolas likers, I’m sorry in advance. This one isn’t for you.

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The Goetia palace was lavishing as ever this evening; the crystal chandeliers sparkled in the evening light, the constellations painted on the ceiling seemed to glow, and the polished marble floor reflected the silhouettes of the avian royalty of Hell.

While Stella flounced about on the ballroom floor and squawked to her peacock acquaintances about her stupid husband, the owl prince Stolas stood 10 feet away from her, meekly sipping on some rich wine. “Witch.” He hissed under his breath. He was dressed in his bathrobes, as he couldn’t bother to get into his more formal attire. It’s not like anyone would care, anyways. Pity, pity, pity…

Andrealphus gave his brother-in-law a snide glare as he strode over to his cackling sister, who was loudly singing about what foolish things her husband had said this week. She did like to torment him, so this was nothing new to the owl prince.

Stolas huffed and ruffled his feathers, a look of sadness creeping up on his beak. If only his “star-crossed” lower-class lover Blitzo could whisk him away from the “Still Not Divorced” party, leaving his teenage daughter Octavia to sit awkwardly with her mother…

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard someone yelling mildly as they struggled to climb over the balcony rail. Stolas’s ruby eyes lit up, and he dashed over to the balcony he was standing next to, grabbing the arm to pull his lover up to the pala-

It was a human.

“Oh.” Stolas sighed. Regardless, he helped her up and into the palace, as he didn’t wish to be rude. “My apologies. I thought you were someone else.” He briskly turned to an imp waiter, trying to offer the woman something to drink or nibble on. She refused politely, though by the look on her face, she wanted to discuss something with the prince.

“It’s alright. I actually wanted to ask you about something regarding your.. affair.” The words “affair” seemed to haunt Stolas. Affair was far from what could be described about his loving, totally sincere relationship with Blitzo. “…Right then. Please, pray tell, what do you wish to query me?” Stolas adjusted his bathrobe to appear decent.

“Why do you still chase after that imp?” She shot him a subtle yet icy cold glare. Stolas felt his heart quake. “…What- What is your name..?” He asked the human. She gasped lightly and adjusted her corn-colored hair. “Raya. Why do you wish to know?” She tilted her head up at the prince. “I- …With all due respect, miss Raya… I genuinely feel a strong, warm connection to that little imp.” Stolas stared off into space as a sick warmth spread to his beak.

Raya clenched her teeth, clearly annoyed he was trying to change the subject. As he started to ramble on and on, she felt slightly agitated and wanted to square the conversation back. “No- no, you’re not listening to me, your highness.” She spoke out, causing the owl to hoot slightly and shut his beak in mild shock.

“…Like I said, you’re chasing after someone who isn’t interested in you. You deliberately harass the poor man, exploiting him for your pleasure and to keep his business afloat, and even prioritizing him over your daughter not once, but twice. You flaunted your first affair to your wife. And I get that she’s awful, but it doesn’t give you an excuse to do so. You spend all your time wailing and waiting for your imp prince to rescue you from the wicked witch, but you’re just living a fantasy. A sick fantasy in which you leave your daughter alone as feared. And no amount of coddling could change that, which is why you need to take the first step and accept that Blitz. Doesn’t. Love you.” Raya went on a long-winded rant, essentially calling out the Goetia prince for his attitude and actions.

Stolas was horrified, his legs were shaking like a great earthquake, his heart heavily beating as sweat trickled down his beak. It was true, but he didn’t want to accept it. He hated confrontation, he hated owning up to his mistakes and recognizing his flaws. And then, right before she could deliver the verdict…

“STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE, STOP IT!” Like a child, the owl prince screeched and stumbled back, crocodile tears streaming down his face as he made a scene. “No- wait- I- I didn’t mean to. Your royal highness, I apologize. Please, just breathe and think rationally for a second…!” Raya lightly raised her hand to soothe the prince.

“WITCH! SHE’S RAISING HER HAND AGAINST ME! SOMEONE, PLEASE TAKE HER AWAY!” Stolas cried out, dark blue feathers slightly falling from his body.

The orchestra paused as the royal avians turned to the scene. Andrealphus raised an eyebrow, mildly confused at the behavior of his brother-in-law. Stella, however, had a wicked, almost proud grin on her face. Two hellhounds grabbed Raya by the forearms while she was distracted from attempting to ease the prince.

“Ma’am, it’s nothing personal. We’d like for you to leave the premises at once.” One of them barked at her. “No, wait-! I’m not done! Octavia! Princess! Please just know that my door’s open if you wish to have a safe space!!” Raya called to the Goetia princess as she was dragged out of the ballroom. Octavia, while mildly confused, as put at ease as she went to go comfort her tantrum-throwing father.

Raya was tossed outside of the Goetia palace, and she hit the pavement upon impact. “Respectfully, you are disallowed from entering this palace again.” The other hellhound affirmed her as they shut the doors. “Damn it all…” Raya sighed and picked herself up. She shivered slightly, mildly irritated that her confrontational approach didn’t work out in the end.

Just before she was about to leave, the door opened and closed quickly. Raya turned around, finding a prideful Stella exiting the palace. “Well done. Really, darling, well done!” She slowly applauded the human. “What?” Raya mouthed to no one in particular.

“You really took the words out of my mouth. Although I’m still mildly disgusted that the imp-sucking excuse of my husband is being coddled right now back upstairs… you really said some things I wanted to hear for a long time.” Stella smiled lightly, offering a hand for the human to shake. Raya stared down at her hand, then pulled her lavender cardigan sleeve a bit over her palm before accepting the handshake.

“I’m… honored, I guess.” She awkwardly brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “Well, I must head back to the Still Not Divorced soirée. Just keep in mind though… I admire your bravery.” Stella curtsied lightly before taking her leave and re-entering the palace.

Raya stood there, flabbergasted. Although her mission was unsuccessful, she at least felt satisfied voicing her thoughts on the prince.

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And that’s the end! I’m gonna be honest, I’m not really keeping up with the show anymore, so I tried to write the characters to the best of my ability.

[flame-cat]

TALK ABOUT IT.

"Talk about...? Oh. Oh dear..."

"Oh, for fuck's sakes. I mean, this isn't- can you believe this, Stolas? A- a cosmically-ordained therapy session?"

"You know what? Truly, I can't. It's not as if we have anything more to say to each other on the matter."

"No, hang on, actually. Like, I get that the whole thing with the crystal went... not well. But you didn't let me finish talking. You just- sent me away! Like some sort of... servant. And I'll be honest, I really didn't appreciate that."

"I don't want to hear any more, Blitz. Please."

"No, you know what? I get that I hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry for that, but you didn't even give me a chance to say so before you just decided you knew how I felt about it!"

"I thought you made it very clear how you felt."

"No the fuck I didn't! I have no idea what you want from me anymore! We had a simple arrangement, and it was all fine, until suddenly you decided that you wanted something else from me, and the second I couldn't catch up you decided, again, that I just wasn't good enough for you! Well, I'm sick of you playing with my fucking feelings like the entitled prick you are! You're gonna listen to me now! Got it, asshole!?"

"... Alright."

"... A... alright?"

"Yes. Alright. I'll listen to what you have to say. It seems I don't really have a choice in the matter, anyway."

"That- that's just the thing, though! You've always had a choice! Our entire relationship has been about you and your choices! You've always been in control! And y'know what? Maybe I didn't always like it, but I was fine with it. I accepted it. And then suddenly you pulled out the rug from under me and changed the rules! That ain't fair, Stolas! It's not fair to me! It's not fair that you get to have whatever you want whenever you want it and I have to prostitute myself just to get by, and then you have the fucking audacity to act like we can have something after all that!

"I'm not your fucking plaything!"

"I don't want you to be! That's why I gave you the crystal in the first place- so you could choose. If you really, truly hate me, if you never want to see me again, then... then you can. I don't blame you. I wasn't fair to you. I... I want you to get what you want, Blitz. I want you to be happy. Even if it's without me."

"... I uh... I don't... really know what to say to that."

"Right. That's... that's fine."

"No, hang on, just let me get this figured out. So... that's it? You don't... want me anymore?"

"Of course I want you, Blitz. But what I want isn't the only thing that matters. I want to know what you want."

"... Uh..."

"Do you... not know?"

"Pft- Of course I know what I want! I- I want hot sex and gallons of liquor and a bloodbath every evening before I go to sleep in a big pile of money! That's what I want!

"That's... what I want..."

"... And... what do you want... from me?"

"... I... I uh...

"I dunno.

"I... didn't think I could ever... I never thought about that."

"... So... you need time to think about it?"

"I mean, maybe? I don't... I don't... this is all so fucking complicated..."

"It doesn't have to be. We can... start over. If you wanted to. Or, again, if you never want to see me again-"

"No!

"I... I do. Wanna see you again. I... I like seeing you."

"... You do?"

"... Yeah."

...

"... I think I don't know what I'm doing, actually."

"Heh. Yeah, sure seems that way.

"I, uh... I don't either, really."

"... But you want to see me again?"

"I just said that, didn't I?"

"Blitz. Please. Look at me.

"Do you want to... try? With me?"

"... I... I don't fucking know. Maybe? I- I don't want you to go away forever. I... I want you to stick around."

"For as long as you'll have me. Any way you'll have me."

"... You really mean that, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"... You don't... you don't know me, Stolas. You don't know what I'm really like."

"I would like to. I really would. If you want to show me."

"... I don't know. I don't know- anything. ... I... I'm not a good person, Stolas. I'm... really fucking selfish. And a fuckup. And worthless. And annoying, and abrasive, and mean, and horny, and stupid, and- and so many things. Fuck, I even hurt you when you were just trying to...

"That's what I'm really like, Stolas. Yelling at you, pushing you away, acting like a fucking moron... that's who I really am."

"... I apologise for any possible offense, but I don't believe you."

"Huh?"

"You're right that you can be rude, abrasive, pushy, loud... but those are all things that I like about you. And even beyond that- I can see that you're more than a fuckup. You started your own business, you adopted a daughter, you made me realize where I was going wrong in my life. You have shown me so much, Blitz. All that I want is to show you the brilliant, strong, caring, beautiful man I see when I look at you. Please, just... even if it's just as friends. I want to show you what I see when I look at you. That's all."

"... Did I hypnotize you with my dick or something?"

"... I don't like you because of the sex, Blitz. I like you for the moments between. For who you are, not... what you can do for me. Please believe me on that."

"... You... you can't just..."

"Blitz. Please. Let me see you."

"... I... I don't know how."

"Hah! I don't either. Again, I really have no idea what I'm doing. But... I would like to find out. With you. If you'll have me."

"... Okay!"

"Really? Okay? You're sure?"

"No the fuck I'm not sure, this is terrifying! But hey, scary stuff turns me on, so why not?"

"I don't want you to agree if you're unsure, Blitz."

"I'm never gonna be sure. Not until I try it. So... so okay! Let's do this. Let's... let's try."

"We'll take it slow. Start from... friends. How does that sound?"

"... Can we still fuck?"

"That... depends. Do you... like fucking me?"

"I mean, yeah. You're kinda ridiculously hot."

"Oh, my, hahah... But, beyond that, though?"

"... Maybe we can just... stick to simple stuff for a while. Like, uh... I dunno. Cuddlefucking. We could do that."

"Whatever you like, Blitzy."

"... Could we... right now? Not the fucking part, but the... cuddling... part."

"I would love nothing more, my dear."

"Right. Cool."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm comfy."

"Are you sure? You're... erm... shaking, a bit."

"What? Am I? Nahhh, that's crazy, why would I be shaking, it's not like I'm absolutely fucking terrified right now! Totally cool!"

"We don't have to-"

"No!

"... Don't go anywhere. Please."

"Of course not. I'm right here. Whatever you like."

"... And this is... fine for you. You're fine with this."

"Absolutely. I'm perfectly happy like this. As long as you are."

"Yeah. Okay. Cool."

"... Blitz...?

"Oh, my darling, sh, sh, sh... It's alright. It's alright."

"... I... I don't know why... w-why can't I- stop-?"

"Sh, sh, sh, it's alright, it's alright. Just breathe, alright? You're alright. You're alright."

"I- fuck, I know, I kn-know-"

"Just let it out, my dear. Just let it out. It's okay."

"H-hang on, wait, wait, I need- need to-"

"Oh, alright, alright, okay. Do you want me to-"

"Stay. Please. J-just. Just don't... u-uh..."

"Here. Is this...?"

"Yeah, k-keep, keep doing- yeah. Mhm."

"Alright. Alright. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time, love."

"I-I'm, such a fucking mess..."

"I don't mind. You've certainly seen me quite a mess before, after all."

"Hahahaha! Y'know what? I have!"

"... Feeling better, I hope...?"

"I dunno. That was probably the worst love confession anyone's ever done. Not sexy at all."

"Well, sexy didn't happen to be what I was going for.

"... You really meant it? That you... want me by your side?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"... Thank you. I swear, I'll make it all up to you."

"Oh, boy. So it's your turn to cry now, huh?"

"Ah, I apologise-"

"Stop it. You're fine. Fair's fair, right? And besides... you're already making it up to me. And... I'll... make it up to you, too."

"You didn't-"

"Just let me say the thing, and you can cry in my arms, and then we can... I dunno. Do whatever."

"... Whatever sounds nice."

[snow23gem]

I'm not gonna lie but that conversation between blitz and stolas in the full moon episode broke me. I feel so bad for stolas when blitz told him about how low he thinks of him. 😭😭😭

I'm also anticipating the wait of the next episode in hopes that they can talk it out and for blitz finally being able to give stolas a well earned apology.

Either way we'll just have to wait and let things unravel.

[say-something-to-him]

New Fic

My first fic in like 10 years, I’m so happy.

It’s a drabble/ficlet set in Helluva Boss about Stolas dealing with his grief over losing Via. Blitz supports him as much as he can. It’s a cute little Hurt/Comfort fic.

Please take a look and let me know what you think!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64814668

[annachum]

Sinsmas drabble ( inspired by my Sinsmas Helluva theories and hcs )

One night, a few days after Stolas moved into Blitzo's house, Blitzo stumbled upon Stolas singing IL Dolce Suono to a singing rose his sister Gemory delivered to him

Blitzo froze

Oh no

It's a madness/suicidal/revenge aria

Immediately, Blitzo held Stolas from behind and started to hum Behind the Clouds from Cars

Stolas :....What are you doing, Blitzy?

Blitzo : You said this is a really sad song before....just wanted to sing something happier, cuz I've been a similar shit pile too, ya know, soon after I killed Cash....

Stolas : Oh .....

And then the 2 be stargazing and singing together, all the while Stolas let his tears fall and Blitzo helps wipe those tears from his 4 eyes

Stolas struggled to sleep for weeks - all he can truly think of was his daughter. How was she. What was Stella doing to his dear girl.

Even tho Stolas' clan are fighting battles to save Octavia, the DiGalaxises still won't let up - they already set up strong barriers against thr Goetias

And Stolas can't even be there

As the war of the 7 Rings went on, Stolas' sleep cycles began to sleep. Sometimes he would sleep walk around Blitz's apartment, singing sad song. One time he would throw knives at the pictures of those DiGalaxises, until Blitzo and Loona stopped him from throwing knives around the house

' You never loved mother, you never loved me. You love him! '

These cruel words, the harsh tone, very much unlike Octavia's usual self, rung through his brain like a scathing echo that refuses to go away. Stella cackled sinisterly as she brought a mind controlled Octavia to say these harsh words to her face through a mirror.

It was one of the most jarring things Stolas ever experienced.

His daughter. His beloved daughter, now at the hands of those monsters, who somehow turned her against him.

How could they do this?

As if they haven't stooped this low already

In fact, those harsh words sunk Stolas deeper into despair

His friends and allies tried to comfort him about. She didn't mean it. It was all Stella's doing. Perhaps she was literally mind controlled

Only Stolas was so devastated, he didn't notice the hypnotized circles of Octavia's eyes when she spoke those cruel words

It wasn't until one fateful day, near Sinsmas, Vassago teleported in and showed Stolas all the proofs that Octavia was in fact mind controlled

Vassago : Ay, Stolas, you can't just, hole up in there forever! Your hija NEEDS you. We have been trying a thousand times to save her. And as it turns out, the only person who can truly save her is YOU.

Stolas :.....But, brother, Via.....she.....she hates me.....* sobs *

Vassago : Well, I got intel from my spies and.....you may have to sit down on this.

Stolas, Loona and Blitzo watched in horror as Vassago showed them real footage of Octavia being tormented with mind control, being forced to all too tight corsets, dragging a reluctant Octavia to those extravagant parties Stella hosted, etc

Stolas froze. Octavia doesn't hate him, really. She was confused - AND ABUSED

Blitzo :.....That was way worse than I thought.

Stolas : ......* stood up * LETS GO SAVE MY DAUGHTER!!!!

And so, IMP, Vassago and Stolas traversed through Andrealphus' place to save her

When Octavia came out with Andrealphus, in a hypno trance, Stolas faltered. What have they done to her.

He can't even fence his own daughter, and ALMOST GOT KILLED FOR IT WERE IT NOT FOR BLITZO AND VASSAGO'S SKILLFUL DEFENSES AROUND HIM

But during the melee, as Octavia was ready to kill Stolas under the influence.....

Vassago bravely stepped forward, grabbed Octavia the wrist and shouted out an incantation which broke the spell

Silence fell. Andrealphus stood there, stunned, as Octavia snapped back to reality.

She soon caught on what's happening, and dropped her Seraphim blade

And she sobbed and sobbed in Stolas' arms

Stolas : * hooting in comfort * Shshshshshsh. It's alright. It's not your fault. I forgive you.

Octavia : * bawling and keep saying apologies *

Andrealphus : * shocks * WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KILL THAT LOWLIFE, YOU STUPID GIRL!

Vassago : * creates a golden portal to Blitzo's apartment * STOLAS! TAKE YOUR HIJA AND GO!

Andrealphus flies an ice dagger at Stolas, who dodged just in time as he lept through the portal, with a scared Octavia in his arms

Once they finally escaped, Octavia could not stop crying on the couch

Her father scurried around to wrap his daughter around the blanket, made her Jasmine green tea for both, and sat down with her to have this heart to heart talk

Octavia told him everything. How she actually stood up to Stella for her abuse and cruelty, especially after she finally figured out the whole truth of things - through eavesdropping on Stella's conversations behind her back, and also reading Stella's diary, and then Stella actually inflamed Octavia as Octavia tried to defend herself and flee...and Andrealphus comes in and puts Octavia in a mind control trance.

Stolas wept as he did first aid on his daughter's arms, which have been burned by Stella in that confrontation.

How can some people do this to their own child?

Not even his own parents are this terrible to him and his sibs!

As Stolas did the bandages and aloe on Octavia's arms, Stolas starts to sing the lullaby ( You will be Okay ), with a more hopeful tune

To his surprise ( in a good way ), Octavia softly sings along

And as the two end the song in a hug....IMP and Vassago finally returned from Vassago's portal, looking all battered

But they are smiling and cheering

Vassago : WE DONE IT!! THAT PENDEJO PUTA LITERALLY FLED LIKE A COWARD, AND HIS SISTER GOT FROZEN BY ANDRE BY ACCIDENT!!! HAHAHA!

Blitzo : Well, first imps to be able to defeat a royal! I can see the headlines about it already.

After much catching up, Stolas and Vassago had an emergency meeting with the rest of the Goetias through facetime, while IMP helped comfort Octavia

The Goetias all reacted in horror, and they all gasped when Stolas showed them proofs of Octavia's injury

Arrangements are to be made - Octavia shall move into her paternal grandparents' place after the next New Years Day until the whole mess is over. For now, she can stay with Stolas for Sinsmas.

Such suggestions are suggested by his parents, and Stolas reluctantly agreed.

He knew that his current position - and mental state - isn't the best to take care of Octavia. She needs to be safe from harm, so he agreed. He also asked Octavia about it, and she agreed

It was one of the hardest things he has ever done

After ensuring Octavia is okay, Vassago temeported back to his sun palace to prepare for his Sinsmas party festivities. He even kindly teleported Moxxie and Millie back to their abodes

That night, Loona, Blitzo, Octavia and Stolas sleep together on the couch, all wrapped up in a cozy warm blanket

The next day at Sinsmas Eve, Octavia enjoys her first ever non royal Sinsmas

There are decorations, ugly Sinsmas sweaters, Blitzo and Loona made most of the food while Stolas helped. Octavia spent the Sinsmas Eve admiring the apartment, and spent the morning watching sitcom with Loona

It isn't like the royal Sinsmas galas

But the 4 are safe together, for now

And that's already enough for Octavia.

She already had those ghastly Wrathian and Sloth Royal garments that Stella forced upon her to be burned down last night, and she's just enjoying the Sinsmas season with her new found family.....before she was sent off to her paternal grandparents' place

That night, in the new IMP offices in Lust, Blitzo gave a warm welcome to Octavia, and everyone there instantly liked Octavia for her down to earth and polite mannerisms

Octavia never really partied with non royals before. Usually, it's basically fancy galas of Hell's royalty, with near endless champagne and caviar

However, within the assortment of paper plates, pot luck meals cooked by all the hires, and karaoke booths....

Octavia felt a new warm fuzzy feeling.

She's found herself a new real family amongst these non royals

And she likes it

Having the IMP office moving from Imp City to Desire City in Lust is definitely a big change, but it's done largely out of accommodating the huge number of new hires and also under protection of Ozzie ( especially considering the situation with Lucifer, Lilith and Charlie then )

Moxxie and Millie stayed in an apartment complex next to Blitzo, Stolas and Loona's, and their apartment complexes are below the new IMP offices

[fmoe1997]

Rain poured forth from the endless purple skies of Lust like so many unshed tears. Once believed to have come from the very Heavens, as if the angels themselves weeped over the city's unabashed sin, it now stood to reflect that same sin's demeanor. The sin who hadn't been seen for many moons now. Even those under his employ questioned whether he resided in the palace at all.

Asmodeus did, in fact, still inhabit his quarters, but whether he truly lived even he could not answer. Not since he lost that one piece of himself that truly mattered.

The curtains in his room had been drawn to shut out the world, which left only the sound of rain as it smacked against the glass. The fire in his hearth died hours ago, but he hadn't the heart to reignite it.

All he could do was remain in his bed. The bed he used to share with one other, and sometimes more. But now he was its sole occupant, and he had no desire to change that. No desire for anyone or anything.

Even his servants knew this, consciously or not, as they avoided the hall outside Asmodeus's door. All the same, a soft rap upon its surface made him stir from his thoughts. He twisted his body around to face the door, and that knock came again.

"Asmodeus? Are you here?"

He recognized the voice, although he did not wish for their, nor anyone's, company. So he said not a word, and watched as the door opened without his invitation. From between the crack, the head of Stolas popped through. His red eyes peered about the room until they settled on Asmodeus's form strewn across the bedspread. When their eyes met, he was sheepishly taken aback.

"Ah, forgive me, I didn't know you were still..."

His voice drifted off and his fingers drummed awkwardly on the door. A flash of doubt crossed his eyes as he appeared to reconsider his course of action.

"Perhaps I should come back at a better time-"

Asmodeus sighed. "You already invited yourself in, might as well come and say what you gotta say, then get out."

He twisted himself back around and settled under the sheets. Whatever purpose Stolas had when he came here didn't concern him. Although he could easily hazard a guess as to what it was.

Soft taps fell across the floor as Stolas made his way to the bed. He paused just at the edge of it, then turned and settled himself down on the foam mattress. Although his weight barely registered on the bed, the subtle shift drew an imperceptible huff from the larger demon.

"I know why you have kept to yourself... I wished to extend my condolences-"

He knew it.

Asmodeus's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Oh please, save it, Stolas. If you wanted to give your condolences the wake was months ago. I don't want or need your pity."

Stolas's voice faltered as he was taken aback, then he responded with, "I would never be so cruel as to look down on you. No, that's not how I feel. I simply... understand."

If he still possessed the urge to, Asmodeus might have laughed derisively at him. How could anyone, least of all him, understand? Sure, they shared similar circumstances at one point, but as far as he knew he still had his imp. And with the spells he knew he'd have him for a long time to come.

At least, that's what he assumed, and he twisted around to confront him directly om this. That's when he saw Stolas's fingers as they fidgeted with a clasp that hung around his neck. Asmodeus didn't see the significance of it at first, but when he peered closer he noticed it looked oddly familiar. A red ball, with a pair of black eyes painted above thin black lines to represent teeth. Its design scratched against the back of his mind, until the answer finally came to him as his eyes widened.

"Blitzo?"

Stolas's lips pulled tight, his eyes upturned in sorrow as he threatened to spill over, the wounds still raw. Even so, he nodded all the same.

Asmodeus's gaze softened, yet still he remained confused.

"I don't understand," he started and sat up. "All your spells, the tomes you possess, you must have had some way to extend his life for centuries."

Stolas nodded solemnly. "I do. If he so chose to, we could have lived together for eternity. But... he didn't want that. In the end he accepted his life as it was, and as much as it pained me I did not force him to choose differently."

Asmodeus nodded in turn. "I guess that's another quality they share. I told Fizz I would do anything to make sure he remained by my side, raised Hell itself if I had to. But, in the end, he told me it was ok. Just, ok. We had our time... and he was ready."

His voice cracked as he recalled the painful memory. He had questioned why he'd want to leave him, but ultimately realized eternity was not meant for everyone. To watch those you love and hold dear fade away with time is ultimately a curse. He didn't resent him for not wanting that.

Stolas placed a consoling hand on his leg, but Asmodeus did not move to reciprocate. Then a smile cracked at the edges of his mouth.

"It's funny," Stolas said, "he confessed to me once he feared dying alone. I promised even then I would be there so that wouldn't happen. But neither of us expected to see so many come to him in his last moments. All his friends, their children, and even his grandchildren, they all came to see him go."

Stolas covered his mouth as tears began to form in his eyes. "I have seen him smile on more than one occasion during our time together, but as he lay there surrounded by his family, I saw true joy. It may have been the only time in his life he was happy to have been proven wrong."

Asmodeus felt the tiniest prickles as tears gathered at the corners of his eys, but he quickly wiped them away with a hand.

"I am... happy, for that. In his last moments, Fizz only had me and everyone he worked with at the club. Although we tried, we never could have..."

Asmodeus's voice drifted off and he squeezed his eyes shut. After a long pause he let out a weary sigh. "We never had a family besides them. He seemed happy still. The only question he ever had was why Blitzo never came. I assume you can answer that?"

Stolas nodded tiredly. "He had become completely bedridden in the weeks before his... end. It was an effort sometimes to get him to eat, much less leave the house. He would've been there otherwise. But even so... he died not long after."

Asmodeus's eyes widened. "What?" He blinked and shifted closer to Stolas. "Why... why didn't you tell me about this?"

Stolas seemed to hand-wave his question away. "As I said, I knew you mourned for your husband. You needed your time, as did I. Only when I heard the rumors about your absence did I come to check up on you."

Asmodeus turned from Stolas, his head hung in guilt. When he first entered the room, he dismissed him outright. He expected to receive the same, fake, empathetic spiel he got from so many others. But much like himself, he had suffered his own loss all this time. Alone. What would have changed had he come to him as soon as he could? Given how much Asmodeus isolated himself, probably not much.

"Do you think..." Stolas started, then shook his head, "no, I apologize, it's nonsense."

Asmodeus looked back up at Stolas and gestured to him. "If you have something to say."

"I just... I've had a question plague my mind since the day I lost Blitz. When he lay in that bed, he seemed to reach out beside him. No one was there, yet I swore I heard him say a name. Fizz."

Asmodeus's heart skipped a beat at the confession. His mind raced with what it could possibly mean, and he looked at Stolas expectantly while he gathered himself.

"Maybe he saw what he wanted to see in his final moments, but I couldn't shake this feeling from my mind. Do you think there is another life after this one for us? That, maybe, we could-"

Asmodeus knew what he asked, and his fingers gripped his thighs tightly as he closed his eyes. "If you don't think I've asked myself that question every day since I lost him."

His eyes blearily blinked open and his extra heads mimicked his sorrow. "Nothing I found says that it exists, if it does. Even if we let this life go, this could be all we have. Had I a guaranteed answer..."

Stolas looked at him, "You would have, wouldn't you? Let it all go?"

Asmodeus looked back at him. "In a heartbeat."

Stolas cast his gaze to the floor. After a while, he quietly nodded and confessed to the sin.

"As would I."

Look My Way fucked me up and now I'm making it everyone's problem 😭

[fanby-fckry]

For that ask game, Stolitz, romantic and kisses 🥰

Just Let Me Have This

Also on AO3

Part of my Hellaverse Drabble Ask Game

Summary:

Rated: T Word Count: 196 Tags: Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Blitzo is Bad at Feelings (Helluva Boss), Blitzo Has Issues (Helluva Boss), Stolas Goetia Loves Blitzo, Emotional Baggage

Author’s Notes:

I’m pretty sure this was meant to be fluff, but I couldn’t help myself! 🙈 Blitzo is my catharsis character; I cannot let him have nice things without a little angst. (And in my defense, neither can he, apparently.)

Stolas and Blitzo were in bed. Not as a euphemism; they were literally in bed. Just kissing each other. Lips and beak and tongues, tracing each other’s jawlines and collar bones, wandering across vast expanses of feathers and burn-scarred skin.

Soft, slow, and gentle. No expectations, no pressure, no strings attached.

It was hard for Blitzo to just let himself have this. To believe that someone – anyone, but especially Stolas of all people – could want him like this. Soft, slow, and gentle. No expectations, no pressure, no strings attached. Stolas kissed Blitzo like he cared about him. Like he loved…

“Blitz?” Stolas had pulled back; was looking at Blitzo with worry shining in both sets of eyes. “Blitz, you’re crying.”

Blitzo reached up and touched his own cheek, wet with tears he hadn’t realized he was shedding.

“Don’t stop,” he said, trying to ignore the way his voice broke around the words. “Please, just… Just let me have this.”

Stolas looked like he might say something, but Blitzo didn’t give him the chance. He kissed him, more urgently this time, and Stolas hummed against his lips.

Please, Blitzo pleaded with himself, just let me have this.

End Notes:

Guys, you don’t understand. Blitzo is me. Blitzo is literally me. I am physically incapable of being normal about him. I just… *projects my disorder onto him and watches as the fluff prompt turns to angst after a single touch from my troubled mind* I can’t help it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this even half as much as I did. Sorry about your fluff, anon.

[thesilent-o]

D R A B B L E

There was a light tap on the door to his apartment. One just barely loud enough that it caught the imp’s attention. Sitting up and looking over the back of his couch, he tried to search his brain for who the hell might be tapping on the door. Loona just came and went as she pleased, much to his annoyance and nobody else came around. When Blitzo wasn’t at home, he was often hanging around Moxxie and Millie’s place, hoping to spy on them. Not tonight though and if Loona was home, she hadn’t made a peep since he got there. It wasn’t like he had a pool of friends that would want to come see him. No, everyone that Blitzo had known absolutely hated him now. The only people in his life anymore were the ones that he worked with and sometimes he wasn’t even sure if they considered him to be their friend or just their invasive boss. Who knew? Blitzo wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question either, so he never really bothered to ask. He just knew that neither Millie nor Moxxie would bother him at home like this, not when they could just call him if they needed him. So, again–who the hell was at his door? 

Blitzo was almost tempted to ignore it and  go back to lazing about on the sofa, trying not to think too hard about how quiet the dimly lit apartment was. However, just as he had settled down on the cushions again, the tapping started again and this time they were a little more urgent. Whoever it was, they weren’t knocking very hard but it was loud and often enough to annoy the shit out of him. With an exasperated sigh, he peeled himself off the couch and slowly made his way over to the door, grumbling under his breath. It better not be someone going door to door or some shit like that or they were going to get a mouthful. Not that he was terribly busy, he never was, but Blitzo would put up that  front if it meant chasing away the truth. The truth is that on the inside, he was terribly lonely and it had slowly been eating away at him for years. The life he had lost and had slowly been trying to piece back together was barely enough to fill the void that existed deep within him. And because he couldn’t admit to any of that, he would much rather pretend to be bothered by the idea of someone wanting to visit him.

“What the fuck do y–” Blitzo snapped as soon as he yanked open the door. The sentence fell off though when he was met with who stood on the other side. “--Stolas?” 

Yes, The Dark Prince stood just on the other side of his door. His hands folded close to his chest from Blitzo’s reaction, no doubt and a look of uncertainty etched into his owlish face. Blitzo was stunned, so stunned that he couldn’t help but to stare at Stolas with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide. The last he had seen or heard of Stolas was whenever he was being kidnapped by Striker. Although Blitzo hadn’t gathered the courage to go and see him, he had at least told him that he was glad he was okay after the ordeal through messages. The last place he would have ever thought he would see Stolas, would be standing outside his door. In fact, how the hell did he even find where he lived? That answer should have been obvious. He was royalty, there wasn’t much he couldn’t get his claws on. Normally Blitzo might have been annoyed by the invasion of privacy, but he was so shocked he could only gawk at the bird standing and staring back at him.

“Forgive me for coming so late, Blitzy. I just—hadn’t heard from you in a while and the littler ones mentioned you would likely be here.” Stolas spoke, his voice as soft as ever. 

“Uh.. yeah, I mean yeah. I live here so…” Blitzo shifted, pressing a hand to the back of his neck. Nervous, what the hell did he have to feel nervous about so suddenly? “...So uhm, you wanna come in, I guess, and tell me why the hell you’re here?” 

“Yes please, thank you,” Stolas replied. And just as Blitzo stepped out of the way, he ducked to make it in through the lower doorway and into the apartment. Slowing to a stop to take a look around. “This is… quite modest.” 

“Listen, you don’t have to pretend  it’s not a piece of shit compared to what you’re used to, I get it. Just tell me why the fuck you bothered to come all this way anyway.” 

“Your employees indicated you hadn’t been in, in sometime. I was worried for you,” Stolas explained. 

His voice was too gentle and the implications of his words were overwhelming. Blitzo found himself taking an instinctive step away from Stolas, as though looking for a way to subconsciously escape. Now he understood. That expression that had been on Stolas’ face whenever he had first arrived, it wasn’t uncertainty, it was concern. But what did he have to be concerned for? Physically, there wasn’t anything wrong with Blitzo. He hadn’t  gotten himself hurt recently. In fact, the most he had done was decide to take a few days off from the job. That wasn’t a crime, as far as he knew. Sometimes people just needed a break from work. Except, Blitzo didn’t take breaks from what he did. His company was barely hanging on after the stunt he pulled making the commercials, not to mention Blitzo seemed to enjoy what he did. It gave him some control over his life. Control that he felt he had lost whenever shit had hit the fan years ago. To avoid everyone and his doing his job, it wasn’t what was known for his character. At least not that the others knew too much about and yet–somehow Stolas had seen through all that. That thought had him baring his teeth, already shifting into a natural state of defensiveness, if only to protect himself. 

“I’m fine! I don’t need you or anyone else to check up on me!” He snapped, his eyes narrowing at the owl. 

"Blitzy, please. I wasn't trying to imply you needed to be checked in on. I just wanted to make sure you weren't blaming yourself for what happened." 

"And why the fuck would I do that? Stop acting like you actually give a shit what I think! We both know why you came looking for me, Stolas." 

Blitzo swore he could see tears pricking the edges of Stolas' eyes. But unwilling to look too deeply into that fact, he huffed and turned his gaze away, his arms folding over his chest. Part of him hurt to say such things to Stolas like that. He honestly seemed sincere in his concern. But that wasn't something that Blitzo was prepared to handle. He didn't want to think of what it could mean. Because opening that door would only lead down a path that he wasn't sure he was ready for. A path that he both craved and avoided. The idea that someone might actually truly care about him and his feelings. Blitzo hadn't had anything like that in such a long time and every time it had happened for him, it never ended well. So it was just better for him to avoid all together. Because that heartbreak wasn't something he wanted to experience again. 

"...I do care what you think." Stolas said after a pause. His voice trembled while he spoke. "I have always cared… because I–" 

"Bullshit. My absence only affects how often you–" 

"It matters just as you matter, because I've fallen for you, Blitz." Stolas cut in, speaking fast so his words couldn't be stopped again. 

Blitzo stopped, his mouth open and once again stunned. The words weighed heavily on him and ignited a feeling in his chest that he hadn't wanted to acknowledge. Every ounce of him wanted to question how that could be possible or why, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the explanation or justification, fearful it might actually make sense. Instead, once he got over most of his shock, he just shook his head over and over again. There was another part of him that was panicking by Stolas' confession. Because he knew where it ended once he got attached to someone. In time there would be another reason for that someone to resent him and in turn he would be left again with a broken heart. The truth of it was that Blitzo didn't know how to let someone love him, to get past that fear of being left alone. And it was that truth that kept him alone. 

"No..no.. no fucking way." Blitzo said while he shook his head. "You, what--love me– is that it? What the fuck do you know about love?"

"I know what it is I feel. And I know what I was thinking about when my life was nearly taken from me." He responded by taking a few careful steps towards him. "I thought maybe, you might feel something as well if–" 

"You wanna know what I feel? Cause I'll remind ya if that's what ya need." 

Before Stolas could respond, Blitzo had reached up to clutch a handful of his clothing and wasted no time in pushing the Prince backwards over the arm of the couch. Stolas landed on his back with a soft thud, his long legs draped over the arm. No sooner had he gone down, was the imp already climbing over the arm himself, making his way up the length of Stolas' slender body and purposely positioning himself between those long legs as he crawled closer to where Stolas was peering down at him. Despite the tension of the situation, Stolas' face was dusted red as it often was whenever Blitzo ended up on top of him. 

"W-wait.. I think we should talk–" Stolas tried to say through the heat in his face, his body. 

Blitzo didn't respond to him with words, he didn't even allow him to finish his thought. As soon as he'd come close enough, he'd leaned down and closed the distance between them. His mouth finds Stolas' with ease and draws him into a deep kiss, refusing to surrender him even a moment to get any more words in. Because Blitzo knew if he allowed it, there would be no undoing it. He'd fall down the rabbit hole with him because Stolas was the first person since he could remember that had offered him any kindness and gentleness. His affection had always seemed genuine whether Blitzo had acknowledged it or not. He wasn't blind to it, it was just that he hadn't wanted to hear it and hadn't wanted the chance for potential heartbreak again. And yet– 

"God fucking dammit…" Blitzo breathed while he reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. Tears had sprang from his eyes and began to trail down the sides of his face. 

Stolas reacted as soon as he was given the chance. He sat up with the imp on his lap, and placed a clawed hand gently to the side of Blitzo's face, wiping away the tears. "Oh, my dear Blitzy, I can be whatever it is you need me to be and I'll do it because I do love you." 

Blitzo could only stare at him through his tears while something raw deep inside him was revealed. His chest felt tight, but he couldn't find it in himself to argue. So, he allowed the gentle kiss that Stolas sealed his promise with next. Whatever part of him that was broken inside won him over and he could only hope that he wouldn't regret it. 

[pipsqueakparker]

i love writing kisses & will happily provide some sweet stoltiz kisses if y'all send me a number 😌 (you can send other ships too if you want, but i cannot make any guarantees)

Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

French kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

“stay strong” kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

small kisses

kissing it better

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

“we’ll get through this” kisses

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

quick kisses

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

“forever mine” kisses

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Hugs|Hand-holding|Touching

[clovrplayz]

going over blitz in the dance scene at the end because it's everything i've ever wanted (massive stolitz shipper with more of my own ideas and my own spin on it since i don't always agree with the show's pacing, but this is more because i'm a blitz self-shipper ^^;)

i just love how happy and calm he looks, and this was such a nice and lovely little surprise to end it off with,, i know i'll definitely be rewatching for sure, but,,, AUGHHH it's just so lovely and soft and so unexpected!!! it's so funny too, bc just days or maybe a week or so earlier i went to salem's (@/hazbinshusk) inbox with a little stolitz x reader drabble about reader teaching blitz how to dance so he could dance with stolas, or they teach each other, something of that nature

he just... he looks so soft here, so calm, like everything'll be okay, even though just however long ago he was mere inches away from death i need more soft blitz desperately, i need him to know he can let his guard down and still be able to keep a shield up to be tough when he needs to, but it doesn't have to be a constant i need him to know he'll be okay,, qwq

also your welcome for the banner material with that third pic if it isn't the kiss scene ;)

[bunnie-online]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨Blitzo ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

ꨄ︎ = smut ✿ = fluff ⛆ = angst

ੈ✩‧₊ asks

ੈ✩‧₊ drabbles

ꨄ︎boss man

ꨄ︎midnight whispers

ꨄ︎ringing in the new year (Stolitz x Reader)

ꨄ︎“i hate you.”

ꨄ︎“not into you.”

[mixterglacia]

Content Warning: VIVZIEPOP CRITICAL/STOLITZ CRITICAL UNDER THE CUT.

TL;DR: The episode felt very disjointed, with an extremely weak opening and a decent end.

Biggest takeaway from this episode is how incapable the team seems to be at balancing themselves. Their humor is mediocre, but fine, with moments of brilliance. But when paired with the serious elements, it cheapens both to the point of totally undermining themselves.

The first half DRAGGED on, and got old pretty instantaneously. I am begging this writing crew to get better material than "haha tit dick swear word laughter pls". Often times, it takes away from a potentially great gag. Take the bellhop/igor guy. His initial reveal was hilarious, and got a full on belly laugh out of me. The moment he spoke totally ruined the bit.

You had it in the bag! You don't need to gild a lily! This is the penguins all over again. The decent end was so bogged down by the first half that it dulled all that followed.

The one through line that I enjoyed was Moxxie spiraling over the finances. Very well done.

I'm not particularly pressed about Blitz being this distressed over the breakup, but they're not focusing on what I feel is realistic for him? If you started it by having him panicking over losing his one source of income, that makes more sense.

Have money be the beginning, then transition into his deeper feelings. This way it doesn't feel at odds with his motivations in previous episodes. His meltdown is believable, but you've done nothing to show the path he took to get there. It was like a switch flipping, rather than natural progression. It wasn't earned. Especially when their relationship is nothing short of emotional abuse.

Abuse victims often go back to their abuser, but they're trying to frame it as something romantic. This. Is. Abuse. Financial, emotional, and social abuse.

Speaking of earning, the second half's payoff. As I said, the humor being so lackluster in the start tarnished the good writing at the back end. There's no balance. The jokes weren't strong enough to contrast the heartfelt parts.

I really do appreciate them actually putting effort into Millie for once. I wish it was more consistent, because often she's totally shoved to the sidelines. She's not a main character, but that doesn't mean you can neglect her until you need her to make the boys look better. I'm also a bit ???? about her saying that Blitz makes her life better? She's constantly in trouble and financial duress because of him.

If they really wanted to make the end feel more cohesive, they needed to spend time focusing on her relationship with Blitz in the rest of the series. There's practically nothing beyond him bitching at her. Or harassing her and her husband. You need to lay the foundation so your house doesn't sink into the earth.

Once again, the Helluverse's greatest flaw is them not wanting to spend time to earn their cool shit. It's nothing more than a series of loosely connected drabbles. That structuring can work, but you need to commit to the nature of it. The team can't decide what they want from their product and it shows.

What. Is. The. Point?

Is this slice of life? Is it telenovela? Is it the Office, but in Hell? What is the goal? Because it's getting EXHAUSTING to try and follow. There's nothing wrong with wanting to change the plot of your work. But you have to put in the effort to make that transition solid. This is something they don't seem to grasp.

Additionally, if this if going to be used to set up Blitz finally cutting Stolas out of his life, it would be a decent frame for that. The entire office is circling the drain because a rich, pompous, pathetic little prince formed a parasocial relationship with someone that never liked him in that way. This episode would hold a lot of weight to swing at Stolas. But I fear they're just going to use the "uwu he secretly misses him" aspect, and neglect the owl RUINING FOUR PEOPLE'S LIVES BECAUSE HIS FAKE BOYFRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO COMMIT TO A FAKE RELATIONSHIP.

Small bits:

The antagonist was fun, and honestly surprised me with the quality of his writing. If the first half was stronger, or not present, I'd consider this one of the best episodes overall.

I'm not entirely clear on why Blitz is so fixated on fucking a ghost? He has no issue getting dick/pussy in hell so what's the issue? Is he mildly addicted to the softcore he's watching? Dunno. It's just one of the bits that bogged down the start.

Rodgers and Nixon did a very good job with what they had voice wise. Major kudos.