#blitzo drabble

[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. 

[newtabfics]

can i request blitz with some maybe eating out demon y/n?

ayo i kinda went feral. mah b.

Heads up, bit of sadism on Blitz's part. He's degrading Y/N. Enjoy.

His tail flicked rapidly as she shuddered and tugged hard at the cuffs. He nibbled and sucked her clit, slobbering and moaning into her. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers as he pumped them faster.

"Blitz, fuck," Y/N moaned out, bucking her hips against his mouth.

He snarled as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit. Her body shined with sweat as she arched up, trying to ride his face through her orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah, Baby," He growled into her. "Ride my fucking hand. Greedy fucking slut. Cum on my god damned fingers."

Y/N keened as he kept thrusting his fingers roughly, carving out her fifth orgasm. He thrust his tongue into her and moaned as he tasted the sweet nectar.

"That's it, Baby. Be my little bitch now and keep fucking coming."

[hazbinshusk]

coming home late to find blitzø passed out in your bed. you hadn't thought for a second that he'd stay after you'd gone, and surprise will register further when you realise he's dressed - in underwear and one of your t-shirts, his spines tearing holes along its back - that means he's woken, risen, and still decided to stay.

still, when you strip down and crawl back into bed beside him, you give him a wide berth. you're mindful that he likes his space, that what you have between you is just sex. mind blowing, eye rolling, amazing sex.

but he feels the mattress shift and compress with your weight as you settle and he groans, rolling into your side and wrapping an arm around your middle. blitzø nuzzles into your shoulder, tangles his legs with yours. his tail curls around your ankle.

and he mumbles, "fuckin' finally... thought you weren't comin' back."

[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.

[the--rebel--fae]

Hey Fae! Do you know about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? If not, basically they are biblical concept for rooted evil in humanity and first four of seven seals for the “end of the evil world” or whatever (conquest, war, famine, and death).

Anyways, to my request! I wanted to ask to see if you’d write a paring of a FourHorseman!reader with Vox from Hazbin Hotel (and any other characters from that show if you’d like to lol)

Thank you and Gl with ur other requests!

A/N This is probably gonna happen each time I post a request since I feel horrible for making all of y'all wait. So! Big sorrys for taking so long with this but tysm for your patience! Now! On to the main a/n: Oh my friend, you have triggered an idea that is genius! Ooh this reminds me of that one episode from Charmed.--if you know which one, you totally rock. I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it too! 😊

Pairing: Vox x Strife! Four Horsemen! Reader

TW: Just swears, but that's about it.

Word Count: 814

His Little Chaos Bringer

The brick wall felt like a cool and relaxing solace as you leaned against it. Your pencil scratching furiously away in your notebook. Today had a been quite the productive day.

Though, you could have done without Blitzø's hissy fit for nearly missing the portal entry back to hell. He was complaining how you nearly cost him big time as he took you back into your main domain of the pride ring.

“You're lucky you're so damn powerful and make our jobs easier, you twerp.” He grumbled at you as he practically shoved you out of the I.M.P. van.

An amused chuckle made it passed your lips as you closed your notebook with a satisfying snap. You couldn't help that you were on a roll today with causing so many humans strife. You were the epitome of it after all being one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Your other three siblings were Lucifer knows where and you didn't really give a damn as long as they were keeping their stats up and making sure the plan stayed on track.

Your notebook was already bursting with your successes, an impressive list of names and ways you affect them filled its yellow time worn pages. And that was only today.

Looking around at stretch of land that was the V's part of Pentagram City you let out a tired sigh. You loved what you did, you really do. But after a long day of causing misery, all you wanted to do was collapse in a comfy chair and just relax as you listened to your boyfriend boast about his day.

The brief silence that filled the air in the little alleyway you were taking a break in was quickly broken by the sound of your ringtone: The Flight of the Valkyries–little on the nose but you were always a fan of the classics.

You glanced at the caller ID and grinned. “Well, ask and ye shall receive I guess.” Clicking answer, you couldn't keep the smile out of your voice. “It's like you just knew I needed to talk to you. Should I add telepathy to the list of your talents?”

A deep chuckle. “Well hello to you too Doll. Rough day I take it?”

You leaned your head back against the wall and felt the satisfying thump of cool brick against the back of your head. “Not hard, just very long. Apparently causing misery for a living can drain someone a lot.”

“Why don't you come back home to the tower and I'll see what I can do to help get some pep back in your step hmm?”

A smirk played at your lips. You definitely didn't miss the innuendo in that sentence. “Sounds perfect actually. I'll be there in five.”

A pleased hum could be heard on the other line. “Looking forward to it Doll. See you soon.”

“See you soon, Vox.” The call ended seconds after.

Pushing forward you felt your muscles stretch out in relief. A spark of excitement and contentment ran through you. Sometimes it paid to be the romantic partner of one of the strongest overlords and a tech genius like Vox. No matter how busy the two of you were, you were always able to make time for each other at the end of the day.

***

As the elevator door to Vox's penthouse suit swished open, a tired smile was brought to your lips at the sight before you. In front of the blue satin couch, on the table laid a beautiful–and frankly absolutely mouth watering dinner with two champagne flutes filled with wine.

“I take it you like the surprise?”

You let out a pleased hum and walk forward. "What do you think?" Wrapping your arms around Vox's neck, you lightly bumped your forehead against the top of his screen. An amused giggle passed your lips as you watch Vox's screen take on a light rosy hue around where his cheeks are supposed to be.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, my little chaos bringer." Vox gave you a soft peck on the lips. His kisses always left you with a tingling feeling--probably thanks to the fact that he is a literal tv, but you couldn't help but want more. Maybe at a later time, the night was still young after all.

"You know exactly how to make a gal feel special don't ya?"

Vox pulled away from your grasp and gave a wink. "Doll, you're special no matter what."

You couldn't help the snort that passed your lips. "Wow, cheesy much?"

Vox just waved you off. "What? I was just trying to be romantic!"

A fond smile pulls at your lips. You were probably one of the most powerful beings in Hell seeing who you were, but if this was the life you got to come back to everyday? It's all worth it.

A/N that was so much fun to write. I truly enjoyed this request! Feel free to request again! I hope you enjoyed it!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

[mandareeboo]

UH UH, IF YOURE TAKING PROMPTS

Mammon: I'm EATIN' LUNCH EARLY

Satan, incensed: The *hell* you're not! I'm the judge here! I say when lunchtime is!

Mammon, pulling out his nuggies: I'M GONNA DO IT. I'M A MAD MAN

This!! With or without Bonbon, either situation is hilarious. Just Mammon going to eat his nuggets “IM GONNA DO IT, IM A MAD MAN”

(This is an in-joke relating to the series where Ozzie and Fizz have an adopted baby, which you can read here and here and here.)

Mammon could honestly not give less a fuck about the trial. He's here mostly because it's his job- and Mammon might be a cheap bitch, but he's not fucking around with his job- but also because he really, really would like some pussy. He flings a few jokes at Leviathan and it seems to be going really well! He's got half of a woman charmed- that's gotta be, like, a really good sign.

(He doesn't fuck customers, because customers don't want him to fuck them. They want to pay him- posters of various demon's credit cards go up bright and shiny with every show he does, and Mammon absolutely uses those numbers, but they don't want a fuck. They want a Fizzie, or a job, or to be his next greatest hit.)

(They don't know what they're missing, honestly. Mammon's never had anyone complain about him in bed before.)

What he doesn't know is that Bon Bon has decided to sneak into her papa's giant ass fire mane to see him at work, and now the little anklebiter's curious. She wobbles out of Asmodeus's safe flames to wander the pews- and she's definitely part imp, the sturdy and flexible little shit, because she's across the room and into the Goetia section when she's spotted.

Fizzarolli, desperately scanning the jury to see his beloved step up and fight for Blitz's safety, manages to disconnect entirely when seeing his daughter on live tv. He sends Ozzie a text that he's hallucinating out of stress. Ozzie looks up and his face drops like a flaccid dick, and that's when they both realize that, no, actually, this is happening.

"Mamm," whispers Ozzie, reaching down to flick a bell. It jingles furiously while Mammon ignores the Sin, because he and Ozzie and Bee have been fighting the whole fucking trial and he's trying to get laid instead right now, but then a giant fist grabs him by the back of the head and shakes, stopping to twist him in the direction of Bon Bon.

"Oh," says Mammon, eloquent. "Fuck."

"Stall!" Ozzie yells quietly down at him before a flash of fire has him in his smaller form and sprinting away. Beezlebub watches him go but doesn't say anything.

Mammon checks his pockets. Days like today made him regret giving up clowning- no balloons, no water-spraying roses, not even a bottle of fizzy water. All he has is his lunch and a cigar- and while smoking might get him a few glares, it's not going to distract Satan from murdering this random fucker in front of a baby.

"I'M EATIN' LUNCH EARLY!" he screeches.

The crowd goes to a dead halt. The imp, halfway on the chopping block, glares at him for ruining the moment. The axe is awkwardly moved away from said block while the hooded demon ignores his quarry entirely to stare, eyes aflame, at a demon throwing a temper tantrum.

Satan's head snaps like a damn rubber band, and then there's ten thousand tons of angry dragon in his face. "You are not! This is a trial!"

"I'M GONNA DO IT!" Mammon argues, demurely revealing his box of chicken nuggies. Green, just like him. The brand deal had cost a pretty penny for the corporation making and selling them, which was ironic considering it was mostly just food coloring. "I'M A FUCKIN' MAD MAN! DON'T FUCK WITH ME, (HONK)!"

"Satan," weasels Yogirt in his ear. "Remember what we said about picturing fluffy clouds and happy kittens. You won't let this little thing ruin your amazing progress, right?"

"It's my courtroom!" Satan argues back- a rare occurrence between the two demons. "I won't let this greedy bastard challenge my domain in front of all the rings!"

Mammon spots Ozzie reclaiming Bon Bon from a confused and upset Vassago and smiles. Halfway there. "Who wants to bet on how many of these FUCKIN' NUGGIES I can eat before Satan can cook my ass?"

"Oh, bet," urged Bee, suddenly very interested. Bitch. "I give ya four, you prick."

"I WILL HOLD YOU IN CONTEMPT OF COURT!" Satan thunders.

"You think I'm scared to fuckin' die?" Mammon replies, scared as shit to die. "I want my fucking MEAL BREAK!"

"COULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND JUST KILL ME, ALREADY?" pleads the imp.

"I would like to put forward the motion to, well, do what the shitty devious imp is saying," adds the offended Goetia.

"Ya (HONK)s think I give a flying fuck about the imp?" Mammon asks- and he does not, in fact, give a fuck. He lifted up his other bucket of chicken; slowly, for effect. "I want my FUCKING NUGGIES!"

"Oh, calm the FUCK down, Mamm," wheezes Asmodeus, very out of breath, as he sinks down into his chair. Mammon can hear Bon Bon cooing just out of sight below him. "It won't kill you to wait."

"Fuck you," Mammon snips, but puts the two away. He gives Ozzie a shit-eating grin; the amount of payback the Sin owed him was staggering, and who was he if not the Sin of Greed? He was gonna milk it for all it's worth. "Fine! Let's fuckin' do this, then."

"Thank you," squeezes out Yogirt. "Mr. Satan, I think it's time to go to our mind palace. You like your mind palace, right?"

Satan grits his teeth against the natural flow of rage and sits down. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. But don't ever do that shit again."

"What, and get my dick burned off? Not bloody happening, (HONK)."

[thefemmeprince]

as someone who was into precure and black butler around the same time, i'd like to pitch an emberlynn fic. but it's what she thought was gonna happen in weaboo-boo

so emberlynn is a pretty goth woman with a heart of gold, just your average everyday girl that dreams of more in life. but all of a sudden, this guy falls into her life. with eyes redder than the flames of hell and this smirk that just makes her heart race, she doesn't know how to feel.

little does emberlynn know that her life is about to change for good.

she finds a new necklace on her desk when she returns home, and the window is suspiciously cracked open. it almost seems to match her hair, shades of pink and blue that could only ever be seen in cotton candy. golden detailing reveals a pentacle symbol and white angel wings on the pendant.

and all of a sudden, emberlynn has found herself as a magical warrior against evil and with a demon for a suitor that just won't stop pursuing her.

[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.

[ambrial-blog]

Psycho Cowboy:

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! Striker screamed out in pain. Clutching his face in pain. "Blittzssy... the snake im hisses where are you?" "I'm gonna break you sugar-cube Like a little red colt" "Right before I brand you: with a branding iron. I'll pry those eyes wide open and then watch you writhe in pain. As I carve out your lover's eyes.

Blitzssy, Striker hisses. "If you wanted matching scars you should've said something. your livin on borrowed time boss man. Eventually the grim reaper comes for us all. Where are you hiddin?"

No matter, I'll go after your little critters. "And when catch them. I'll decaptiate them and place their heads on pikes, you'll only have yourself to blame. Where so alike you and I. We are meant to be!. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FAMILY! you fucking psychopath!. "Eventually your got to have to let me start killin people" YOU DON"T FUCKING WORK HERE! "Hmmm, I think I'll stay" "Get the fuck out of here Striker! "we have more in common then you might the darlin" "I'm gonna open your eyes one way or another. its only a matter of time- I would've killed that fucking jester too. LEAVE FIZZ ALONE!. "Touched a nerve have I" "Are these scars to your satisfaction partner. or should I carve your name into my chest" Blitz: I need an adult, Mox! Where the fuck are you" "Sir may I remind you, that you are the adult. and-- why is Striker at your desk?. "Fuck if I know!. where is security?" Blitz: YOU DON"T WORK HERE!.

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about {{ Blitzo }}

It really was kind of fucked up.

He wasn't shedding a tear over Looloo Land getting burnt to the ground. Far from it.

It was the replica emerging out from the green hell fire that struck something in him. Skin burnt off as it grinned maniacly and mockingly at him.

He didn't let himself dwell on it. Dwell on the mistake that costed him everything and ruined the lives of those he loved most. Dwell on the what ifs and what could have beens.

He simply flung himself back into this stupid, petty fight. Newfound energy to just take it all out the reminder of his worst days. Doing what he did best.

Ruin everything.

[angstandhappiness]

BAH HAH, YES

*Vassago showing up at IMP in season 3*

Stolas, guarded: what are you doing here, Vassago?

Vassago: I just want to understand what happened at the trial. There are so many things that don't add up, and I—I need answers. What were you the master of, exactly? Why would Andrealphus lie about you being traumatized by an imp if you were the evil one all along? And you—you said you were using this imp as a tool, but then why are you working for him now? And also, Blitzo here said that he was allowed to use the book—

Stolas and Blitzø, in unison: the O is silent

Stolas and Blitzø: *exchange a look. Start making out sloppy-style*

Vassago:

Vassago: I...

Millie, who has been in the room the entire time: if you want to ship them you'd better get in line, bitch

[razzle-n-dazzle]

ᯓ★ MASTERLIST home to all of razzle-n-dazzle's work

ᯓ Lucifer | king of hell, the devi

! Dating Headcanons | "They see right through me" ! Oneshot [TW: depression] | "Give Your Corpse Some Smile Lines." ! Oneshot [Adam's ex] | . . . Fell Into My Heart

ᯓ Adam | the first man, the original dick

! Dating Headcanons | "Alright, Sugartits." ! Yandere Headcanons | "Cus, You're Mine, All Mine" ! Drabble | "You Promised!" ! Drabble | "Adam, Love, SHUT THE F-" ! Drabble - Oneshot | "Lets Give This Another Shot"

ᯓ Alastor | the radio demon

! none

ᯓ Vox | flat-faced prince

! Dating Headcanons | "OH FUCK" (t.b.p. - at some point) ! Yandere Headcanons | triple threat

ᯓ Angel Dust | anthony, porn star

! Yandere Headcanons | triple threat

ᯓ Husk | bartender of the hazbin hotel

! none

ᯓ Asmodeus | embodiment of lust

! Yandere Fizzmodeus Oneshot | Murder is Okay, Shutting Us Out Isn't

ᯓ Fizzarolli | entertainer at ozzie's, fizz

! Yandere Fizzmodeus Oneshot | Murder is Okay, Shutting Us Out Isn't

ᯓ Blitzo | founder of i.m.p

! Drabble | "Lust, not Love . . . Love, not Lust"

ᯓ Stolas | prince of ars geotia, dark lord

! none

ᯓ Mammon | sin of greed, sad sack of shit

! Yandere Headcanons | triple threat ! Yandere Oneshot | "I LOVE you like an ALCOHOLIC"

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[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.

[just-a-hazbin-writer]

I had a thought like this too (not an actual theory, mind you, just a sort of "what if" scenario), but it went a little differently.

The premise is the same, Cash started the fire, not Blitz, but it wasn't intentional and he didn't do it to separate him and Fizz (he could have done that 100000 other different ways that also would've cost him a lot less money - let's not forget that the circus was a huge source of income for them, whay would Cash just burn it down like that?).

But like imagine.

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On the day the fire happened, Cash walked in just as Blitzo was shoving the imp carrying the birthday cake adorned with candles so hard that they almost, almost dropped it right on the courtains which would have undoubtedly set them on fire. Fortunately, the imp caught their balance just on time, steading the cake on the plate. Cash wanted to shout after Blitzo, call him a idiot and tell him to watch his fucking step but before he could even open hus mouth, his son was already gone, completely unaware of the incedent he was so close to causing.

Sighing exasperatedly, Cash hastily ordered the imp to place the cake on one of the nearby tables ("We can't bring in the cake now, fuckface! He's not done opening those damn presents!") then get out. Finally alone and exhausted after all the fuss caused by Fizz's birthday, the man pulled out a cigar intending to relax a bit. Technically he wasn't supposed to smoke inside the tent - Satan knows how many time Tilla had scolded him for it - but no one was around and it wasn't like he would be long or anything, just until Fizz finished with his gifts which weren't even that many left anyway, so fuck it.

Except he didn't have his lighter. Shit.

A matchbox resided on the table near the cake. Oh, well, at least it was something. Shrugging, Cash marched towards the table and grabbed the box only to toss ot back after pulling out a match. The flicker of an emerald flame sparked in the semi-darkness of the tent and he brought it up to his cigar, inhaling a few times. Eyes closed, he contentely breathed out a puff of smoke, shaking his wrist by way of putting out the match in his hand. He didn't even look as he absently tossed it somewhere behind him.

Cash lazily dragged from his cigar, slow puff after slow puff, occasionally waving his hand to dissipate the smoke. A minute later he realized that the smoke wasn't coming from just his cigar. There was a also the smell of something burning, he quickly realized. Turning around hastily, Cash was met with the image of the whole drape behind him on fire. Shocked, he stumbled backwards a little, accidentally knocking the cake off of the table. It splattered across the ground and another drape. Some of the candles were put out. Others though weren't and came in contact woth the flamabke material, completely igniting it in the span of a few seconds. Surrounded by flames, Cash scrambled back onto his feet and bolted out of the tent.

Later on, when the circus was nothing but a pile of ashes, when the workers and dancers and the acrobats and clowns - or what remained of them - stared confused and in desbelief at the aftermaths of the tragedy they just experienced, in the middle of broken wails and strangled sobs, Cash was silently freaking out. It wasn't just the destruction of his home and primary source of money or the death of his wife or the disfigurement of his best clown. It was also the fact that he was the one responsable for all of it.

After they came to their senses, after the shock washed off, people were going to start asking questions. They would demand an explaination, a reason for why they suffered such a loss. Their ruthless search for answers - for someone to blame - driven by grief and rage, would begin and once it did, it would leave nothing in its path. A second fire was coming, this one perhaps more ravaging than the first.

The fire departament had already gotten involved, so had the ambulance and the hospital. Maybe it wasn't going to be long before even the police did. Would they be able to tell the exact cause of the fire? Would they realize that it had started after a match, while still being lit, had been carelessly tossed on the ground inside of a tent - the one where mostly him and his family had been inside that day? Would people be able to connect the dots, determine that it had been him, Cash Buckzo, who caused their suffering, all because he had smoked one cigar (that he hadn't even finished) inside, instead of hauling his ass out and doing it there? Or perhaps someone, someone who hadn't died in the fire, had seen him and was going to tell the officers and the paramedics and the firefighters and everyone would know. Then he would be torn to pieces by an angry mob - who'd once worked for him - and then everything he had tried to build during all these decades would be completely gone. Most of it already was, anyway. But he could prevent losing more.

During his panic-induced frenzy, Cash remembered what had happened right before the fire.

Blitzo. The way he had shoved the imp out of his way. The way that imp had lost his balance for a moment and almost dropped the cake right onto those curtains. The caked already decorated with burning candles.

A thought blossomed in his mind and he realized: he had a way out. He didn't have to suffer the consequences of his actions. All he had to do was put it all on his son. Blame him for everything. The revelation brought him great relief. It wasn't as if anyone particulary liked or cared for Blitzo and his act was shit anyway. Sure, Fizz and Barbie seemed to enjoy being around him (he really didn't get why) and Tillia loved him like her own heart (again, why?), but those people were now either dead, in the hospital barely concious or currently not talking because of the shock. Aside from them, Blitzo wasn't very well liked by the others. He had a tendency for causing trouble accidents and generally hindering everyone's work rather than helping. This meant too things: 1) no one would have trouble believing this, not even Blitzo actually and 2) there was absolutely no one else to help or defend him. Which meant that nothing could go wrong.

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Cash wasn't a man who lived in regret.

Of what use was regret? It did nothing other than hinder you, stop you from achieving what was truly important in this Hell (aka money). Whenever life dealt you a low blow, the best thing you could do was pick yourself up and continue from where you left without looking back, until you got whatever you wanted (aka a lot of money).

No regrets also meant not thinking twice about who you fucked over in order to save yourself. It didn't matter how close you werez what type of relationship you had. If they were in your way, stopping you from getting where you wanted, they needed to go.

Blitzo, while not in his way in a literal sense, was the closest thing to a scapegoat Cash could think of. And if he needed to throw his own son under the bus to save his skin then whatever.

Therefore, Cash felt no regret when he hit a burnt and battered Blitzo in front of enough circus workers for it to be called a public scene. Or when he shouted at him, calling him a worthless piece of shit and accusing him of murdering his own mother and crippling his childhood best friend. He didn't feel an ounce of remorse as he shouted his lies deliberately in front of everyone, despite making it seem like they were only aimed at Blitzo. There was no knot in his stomach or throat as he watched his son clutch his injured eye, his good-working one widening before welling up with tears. Or when he begged for forgivness, on his knees and voice trembling. Cash didn't budge.

When Cash kicked Blitzo out of the house, telling him he no longer had a home there and to never come back, he didn't even flinch at his son's hopeless expression. Nor when the other people gave Blitzo dirty looks, hurled heavy words in his direction and even spat on him as he left the place that had been his home up until that point.

No regret. Just the faint feeling of relief, as if a burden had been lifted off of his chest.

There was also no feeling of sorry when Cash got himself between Blitz and the door to Fizz'a hospital room. Or when he lied yet again, saying that Fizz doesn't want to see Blitzo ever again. Or when watching him leave, body heaving with sobs despite the youg imp's attempts at trying to hide them.

Cash wasn't a man that he lived in regret. And ever since the fire up until his final moments in Hell, he never felt a single drop of regret in his entire body. Not for what he did on that day or on any other one.

what if Cash started the fire to deliberately separate Fizz and Blitz because he knew Blitz was in love with Fizz. we know Cash prevented Blitz from visiting him in the hospital, and it doesn't seem too far out of Cash's league to do that.

[valentinoappreciator]

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss fic masterlist

I know that literally NO ONE has asked, but here's a masterlist of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss fics + drabbles I've written so far c: I'll try to update it as more fics / drabbles see the light of day!

All of the links leads to AO3, and (almost) everything is rated E for EXPLICIT!

UPDATED 20 / 12 / 2024

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Hazbin Hotel fics

There's a First Time for Everything (Vox x Alastor) (NOT EXPLICIT!!! a shocker, i know) (first time ice skating, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, implied Valastor and staticmoth and all of them together) (2.8k words)

A Prize Grander Than Life (Valentino x gender neutral reader) (consensual, shoe / boot worship, blowjob, verbal humiliation) (2.5k words)

You Are Special (to me) (Vox x female OC) (consensual, wire play, dirty talk, vaginal sex, soft Vox) (7k words)

Sinful Habits (Vox x Valentino) (mildly dubious consent, snuff, rape, AU of an AU) (3.3k words)

From Rags To Riches (Valentino x Vox) (trans!VoxVal, consensual, first time cunnilingus, mentioned / referenced rape, soft Vox, soft Valentino) (7.6k words)

Una Hermosa Noche (Valentino x female reader) (dub-con, cannibalism, graphic violence, love confessions, soft Valentino) (4.6k words)

Rotten Apples For A Rotten Basket (Vox x Valentino) (consensual, first time bottoming, bottom Vox, top Valentino, daddy kink) (8.3k words)

Tonight I'm Saying Goodbye Valentino (Vox x female OC) (consensual, implied / referenced non-con, implied / referenced abuse, soft Vox, Vox is not a jerk in this one, semi AU?, Vox and Angel get along well) (17k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Gagged and Chained (Valentino and Vox x female reader) (mildly dubious consent, erotic electrostimulation, threesome (FMM), daddy kink, gags, restraints, a side dish of Vox x Val) (3.8k words)

Blood and Bandages (Valentino x female OC (not mine, but used with permission)) (graphic depictions of violence, self harm, suicide attempt, blood play, unconscious sex, semi-soft Valentino, hopeful ending) (2.5k words)

Waterboarded by Your Pimp (Valentino x female reader) (extremely dubious consent, drowning / waterboarding, snuff film) (1.5k words)

A Butterfly And A Bat Walk Into A Bar... (Valentino x female OCs) (cannibalism, blood and gore, sort of threesome (FFM)) (2450 words)

As the sun sets on your mortal, the moon will shine on your afterlife (Valentino x female OC) (non-con / non-con elements, drug use, fat shaming, forced prostitution, happy ending) (19k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

A Shocking Outcome (Valentino and Vox x female reader; Vox x Val) (consensual, hypnotism, multiple orgasms, boss / employee relationship) (3k words)

What's Another Inch Moved If It's With You? (Valentino and Alastor x female OC) (consensual, cannibalism, threesome (FMM), knife play, deranged Valentino and Alastor) (5.8k words)

Step And Spit On Me (Valentino x female reader) (consensual, trampling, being spat on) (1.5k words)

Out of the ashes; into the fire (Valentino x female reader) (non-con, aphrodisiacs) (4.3k words)

Hazbin Hotel drabbles

Drabble 1 - Squirting (Valentino x female reader) (squirting) (1k words)

Drabble 2 - Cockwarming (Valentino x female reader) (cockwarming) (2.2k words)

Drabble 3 - Clitoris piercing (Valentino x female reader) (genital piercings) (2.1k words)

Helluva Boss fics

Would You Spare Me A Glance Tonight? (Blitzo x Moxxie) (use of safeword, panic attack, daddy kink, light Dom / sub, anal sex, a side dish of Millie / Moxxie) (10.2k words) (could maybe use a 2nd chapter? I'll think about it!)

[mourning-city]

Fanfiction Requests:

Rules:

Please be specific about the request, as well as what season/event you want the oneshot/drabble to be set in. 

I will do fluff and angst. I will do NSFW speech (jokes, but also think hellaverse/Chainsaw man), but NO SPICE/SMUT

Characters cannonly 14 and below will only be platonic. 

Characters that are 16+ can be requested for romantic.

If a character you want is not on this list, feel free to go ahead and submit a request for them, as well as an alternative that is on the list just in case

☆Fandoms and Characters I write for listed below☆

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

FatGum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Deku/Izuku Midoriya 

Eijiro Kirishima

Mina Ashido

Kyoka Jiro

Tsuyu Asui

Hanta Sero

Mezu Shoji

Hitoshi Shinso

Haikyuu

Shoyo Hinata

Yu Nishinoya

Asahi Azumane 

Koushi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura 

Keishin Ukai

Kenma Kozume

Yaku Morisuke 

Tetsuro Kuro

Keiji Akaashi

Takanobu Aone

No Guns Life

Juzo Inui

Mary Steinberg

Chainsaw Man

Denji

Aki Hayakawa

Angel Devil

Power

Kobeni Higashiyama

Kishibe

Himeno

Hirokazu Arai

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Alibaba

Morgiana/Morg

Sinbad 

Ja’far

Masrur

Judal

Sharrkan

Spartos

Magi: The Adventures of Sinbad

Sinbad

Mytras

Helluva Boss

Blitzo

Loona

Stalos

Octavia

Moxxie x Millie (together only)

Verosika Mayday

Striker

Sallie May

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson 

Eleven/Jane (platonic/familial only)

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Max Mayfield (platonic/familial only)

Will Byers (platonic/familial only)

Lucas Sinclair (platonic/familial only)

Erica Sinclair (platonic/familial only)

Mike Wheeler (platonic/familial only)

Hunter X Hunter

Gon Freecss (platonic/familial only)

Kurapika Kurta

Leorio Paradinight

Killua Zoldyck (platonic/familial only)

Illumi Zoldyck

Shalnark

Chrollo Lucifer

Kite 

Ging Freecss

K project

Misaki Yata

Mikoto Suoh

Yashiro Isana

MushiShi

Ginko

The Case Study of Vanitas

Vanitas

Noe

Roland

Jeanne

Dominique De Sade

Dante

The Great Pretender

Makoto Edamura

Laurent Theirry

Abby/Abigail

Paula Dickins

Vinland Saga

Canut 

Thorfinn

Ylva

Enar

Snake

Bjorn

Askeladd

Thorkell

Asgeir

BNA

Shiro Ogami

Marie Itami

Pinga

Alan Sylvesta

Soul Eater

Soul Evans

Black Star

Death the kid/Kid

Maka Albarn

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Blair

Crona

Eruka Frog

Justin Law

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Genya Shinazugawa

Giyu Tomioka

Kyōjurō Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

Akira Tendo

Kenichiro Ryuzaki

Higurashi Kanta

Shizuka Mikazuki

Wind Breaker:

Jo Togame

Haruka Sakura

Hajime Umemiya

Hayato Suō

Kyōtarō Sugishita

Akihiko Nirei

Death Note

L Lawliet

Light Yagami

Delicious in Dungeon

Touta Matsuda

Misa Amane

Namari

Laios

Marcille

Shenshi

Chilchuck

Kabru

Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu

Teigen

{List will be updated/added on to through out time}

Akemi

Ringo

Dorohedoro

Shin

Noi

Ebisu

Kaiman

Professor Kasukabe

Fujita