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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 11 months ago

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Helluva Boss Theory: Blitz's Exes Are Equal To Blame For The Break-Ups...Part 2

[Note of August 2, 2024: This Has Been Edited after noticing some mistakes that I didn't catch right away...also once more don't reblog this without my permission...]

[Note: Don't Reblog this without my permission. and I also want to say that I still loved the episode in Helluva Boss that has to do with the Apology Tour, but I'm still gonna be on Blitz's side but also hope that the misunderstanding between him and Stolas does work out even if they might end up with different people for a while before they do finally end up together. also if your fans of Helluva Boss, make sure to have watched all the episodes of the current Seasons before reading this. ]

not sure I will make this very long, but let's start this part 2 off with talking about Dennis...even if at first I might not of notice, but if you pause at the right moment when Blitz sends him away at Bee's Party...you can see the hurt and upset look on Dennis's face...

which I don't get why he would need to be upset about, well besides being hurt that Blitz not liking his name, that I can understand...

but Dennis needs to understand, that Blitz was freaking smashed, aka he was drunk, and it could be possible that only some people can still be fully aware and drunk, and Blitz might not of been fully aware but at the same time only half-aware what he was doing.

and it was a good thing Loona saw them and stop Blitz and Dennis from making-out anymore than they were...

I'm guessing the Imp Guy that came after Dennis left, was the "Alejandro"...

Dennis doesn't even know Blitz, and they only just met at the party...same goes for any of the other people who were possibly at both that party at Bee's and even the party that has to do with hating Blitz, and half of the people at that party were perhaps only half of his Exes while the other half were just friends and dates of those Exes.

plus Dennis was making-out with a emotionally hurt Blitz, who was trying to fill the void by drinking and making-out with every guy and gal and possibly nonbinary person at Bee's Party.

Blitz might of seem okay on the outside, but he wasn't on the inside, and he only let out that really sad part out once he and Loona got home.

even if both Blitz and Verosika are on better terms now, and are possibly frienemies now, while Blitz and Fizz are 100% friends again.

it doesn't mean that Verosika 100% understands Blitz, or why he pushes others away before they could hurt him...

if Loona said "I love you, Dad." she would probably be the only one that Blitz doesn't push away, because he does love her, which is a different kind of love from the ones that were like Fizz, Verosika and Stolas...

we do know it could be possible, that it isn't just Fizz, Ozzie and Verosika's fault for Blitz over doing it at Bee's Party and drinking so much as well as making-out with strangers who were possibly at that Anti-Blitzo party, and didn't understand they were making-out with someone who had his heart hurt at Ozze's.

both sides are equal to blame for the break-ups, but I don't think some of the people at that Anti-Blitzo Party, were even dating him.

and half of them were possibly just some people who got into their head that it was more than just a one-night/day make-out and there was more there, just like Dennis did...

Dennis wasn't even drunk, and he was making-out with a Drunk Blitz...

Stolas was possibly only a little drunk but also really sad as well, at least he met up with "Pretty Boy Who Thinks He's Better Than Blitzo."...(but he's not...)

both parties of course had alcohol, well possibly only the Hell version of alcohol, cause it could be likely that they wouldn't get drunk from the stuff that can effect humans.

it's good that Blitz wants to do better, and not hurt anymore people.

but he isn't the only one who hurt someone, because those people had possibly took advantage of the state he was in at Bee's Party, and Bee as well as Vortex probably couldn't tell how bad it was for him, even if Bee could tell from picking up on Blitz's feelings that he wasn't 100% okay but she didn't get too deep into what could be causing it, possibly to respect his privacy on what could be causing him to drink and make-out his feelings away.

Bee might of not known that Blitz got a bit too drunk at the party, and didn't know he was only half-aware of the people he was making-out with...and those people, even if it was only half of them and not all of them...were technically taking advantage of him.

it is possible when that Incubus Pretty Boy did end up speaking with Stolas, the said Prince ended up sobering up some and possibly became more aware when they danced together.

I still think that Blitz's Exes, and even ones who weren't really Exes like Dennis...are scapegoating Blitz, not everyone has to agree with me on that but it's pretty obvious that Blitz ain't the only one to blame.

for all we know, Blitz could end up in a Poly Relationship with Stolas and Verosika, like even if it might take some time for Stolas and Blitz to get back together and become more than they were before...

and well if Verosika is added in, it be like she is Blitz's Girlfriend, but is Stolas's Platonic-Girlfriend aka Girl-Buddy, and he would be Verosika's Platonic-Boyfriend aka Boy-Buddy and they are both the Boyfriend and Girlfriend of Blitz...

if Fizz was real, he would be the Perfect Platonic-Boyfriend aka Boy-Buddy I play video games with. XD

I mean yeah still have a small crush on him, but I think some of my feelings for him is also platonic as well, so I wouldn't mind being the Platonic-Girlfriend aka Girl-Buddy if he were real, and I'm still Gray-Aroace/Fictoromantic...

well the likely hood of Verosika and Blitz ending up back together might be very small, plus we all know she might end up with Wally.

Cherri is technically Angel's Platonic-Girlfriend, he does call her his Girl-Buddy...plus the whole "Platonic-Girlfriend/Boyfriend" would be way different than the other type which is still just called Boyfriend or Girlfriend...even if you could have your own romantic moments with your boyfriend and girlfriend that doesn't have to follow what some do that is viewed as normal...

and well you don't have to follow the same romantic way others do, you can just play video games together, watch a movie or even eat cake or pizza together, like it being a mix of platonic but still romantic.

Blitz's Dad, Cash Buckzo...is probably and possibly most obvious reason why Blitz has a hard time trusting others with his heart in a romantic level...(possibly being the reason why Blitz was scared of being rejected by Fizz)

Cash likely lied to Fizz, saying that Blitz was jealous of him when really he wasn't and Blitz had feelings for Fizz but was too scared to come out and tell him.

we don't know much about Blitz's Mother, or if she knew how Cash was treating Blitz...we just have to wait and see.

I do like the idea of viewing the Pilot-Tilla still being Blitz and Barbie's sister and being fully separate from Blitz's Mother.

we don't know if Blitz's Mother will still be called Tilla or not though.

even if Blitz might fully blame himself for what happen to Fizz, even if it was a accident. he wasn't the only one to blame.

plus I wouldn't be surprised if those fireworks that took part in both Fizz and Blitz getting hurt, was fireworks that belong to Barbie.

we only know so little about Blitz's past, but we might learn more later on.

Blitz did try to make his night with Stolas special, as he did put a lot of thought into it...but even that episode had some misunderstandings between those two, but we can only hope it does get better for both of them.

while I still like Stolas, but he needs to understand what he, Verosika, Fizz and Ozzie put Blitz through...

I mean Blitz has possibly forgave Fizz and Asmodeus on what happen at Ozzie's, and I guess after talking with Verosika, he did forgive her for that time at Ozzie's as well...

but Stolas, well that is another matter...

even if Stolas didn't mean for it to be misinterpret that way, he did make Blitz feel like he was ashamed to be with a Imp like him at a place like Ozzie's...

well if I was in Blitz's shoes, I would probably be hurt too...

I mean I'm a "purple blood" not fully "blue blood" I mean yeah I do have some royal ancestors, and well one of my ancestors are King David and King Solomon...

but if I did have a boyfriend that was fully royal and was brought up in some fancy mansion or castle or palace...and if we did go on a date to some fancy place, and he was teased about dating a "commoner" who unknown to the rest of the people in the fancy restaurant...actually has royal blood type heritage ( but not all my ancestors are royals, which I think it good. )

but if he hide his face with the menu like Stolas did, of course I'm going to assume he is ashamed to be with me...

Blitz possibly wanted to forget everything that happen at Ozzie's even how he misunderstood on the reasons why Stolas's was hiding his face with the menu.

and even if Stolas had no idea Blitz was also being held hostage by Crimson, and not just Fizz...he might not find out about that information until later on...even if Stolas still believed that Blitz and Striker were friends, but Stolas needs to face the fact that he isn't the only one that was a part of Blitz's life.

Loona is Blitz's daughter, and her well being had to come first, and Blitz had to make a choice between going to save Stolas himself or being there for his daughter, and the best choice he made was Loona.

and he did end up trusting Millie and Moxxie to go and save Stolas.

if Loona and Octavia did get closer, it could be possible they would form a bond like sisters and both come to understand that their Dads are only hurting each other by their misunderstandings and miscommunications with each other.

Blitz craving and rejecting love, might come from something that has to do with partly hating himself and believing he is unworthy of romantic love from any romantic-partner, and he wishes he had what Moxxie and Millie have.

it can also be possible that before Blitz and Stolas's affair, Blitz did have a Royal Ex who ended up hurting him pretty badly and made him believe that no royal could ever love a Imp romantically.

Stella's brother is a possible candidate...

okay now that I realize it, Stella's Brother Andrealphus does kind of sound like Pilot-Stolas...I think I should check the names of the voice actors for both Andrealphus and Original Stolas...

I'm not 100% sure if my theory about Blitz being the son of The King of Wrath himself will end up being canon, which would make Blitz a whole lot of a higher rank than Stolas, Andrealphus and Stella...

but it can still work in the fanon, even if it turns out not to be canon.

my new OTP is Cozy Glow x Button Mash from MLPFIM, the ship isn't canon and they might never meet but I don't care, I ship it.

sometime I will post a drawing that has to do with those two being ship together, but since it's also a Crossover drawing, it isn't 100% finished yet...I might finish it later though.

their ship name is "ButtonGlow" and even if the color of Button's mane, coat and eyes had changed later on in the future seasons, I decided to do the original colors.

also some things, are called "fanon" for a reason...which I ain't gonna get into right now when it involves something I found out about Button Mash...

I think it could be possible that the ship name of those two already is a thing, if some fans have already been shipping them...

in a Crossover Timeline in the Fanon Universe, Blitzo would likely try to adopt Cozy Glow...come on, you know he would if he got the chance...

just picture the look on Loona's face if Blitz came home with a talking filly with wings and Blitz calls the said pony "Loona's new baby sister"...

maybe the reason why Blitzo loved horse so much, is because they were the only ones who gave him love and attention while growing up in the circus, while his good for nothing Dad, Cash gave all his love and attention to Fizz as well as possibly Barbie...

we don't know what Blitz's Mom was like or if she even gave her son enough love and attention growing up, but we can make only guesses that it might of not of been enough or she may have pulled a Lilith and abandoned her kids to run off and away from the circus life, without thinking about taking her son, daughter and even Fizz with her.

even if Blitz loves his Mom very much, we don't know much about them, we can only make theories and wait until she makes a full appearance and see what she is like.

Blitz did mention before that he sees a therapist, so it could be possible he still sees them and talks with them about his feelings but probably doesn't get too deep into the really dark and traumatic type feelings, maybe only talking only about the small bits of bad stuff that went on in his life.

I wonder if the whole therapist will be brought up again, or if we will end up seeing Blitz at therapy and talking with his therapist.

Stolas and Blitz might not get back together right away, and they don't have to...there is no rush, they need time.

wonder if "Mr. Better Than Blitzo", is working for Stella...or her brother.

I wouldn't put it pass those two to find some guy to make Stolas forget Blitz...who might actually end up falling for Stolas, even if he was possibly paid by Stella and Andrealphus.

Blitz does have people that love him, even if Moxxie might try to deny it...but he does have Millie, Moxxie, Loona and Fizz.

we might not know the full story with Blitz, but we are learning as time goes on, we will learn a bit more when it is time.

and Blitz isn't 100% at fault for those Exes, with only half of them being Exes and the other half being just those that made-out with someone that was drinking too much of that Beezle-Juice stuff...

so technically even if Blitz did make-out with them, he did so in a not so great mindset, and we can assume that those who did make-out with him at Bee's Party and ended up at that Anti-Blitzo Party, weren't Exes and were in fact NOT drunk when they were making-out with a drunk Blitzo...

so half of the people at that Anti-Blitzo Party, like Dennis don't deserve 100% pity...maybe a 94% pity, but not any lower or higher than that...

but it wouldn't be a surprise if Verosika was the only True Ex-Girlfriend at that Anti-Blitzo Party, and Stolas not really being a Boyfriend, but could be in the future...

it could be possible that NONE of the other people at the Anti-Blitzo Party, were even his Ex-Boyfriends, Girlfriends or Partners...

like half of them could of been from Bee's Party, and while some were just one-night stands who misinterpret that they and Blitz were more than just a one-night stand...

Dennis being just like those one-night stands, well maybe only partly...even if both he and Blitz only kissed each other...

but Dennis wasn't even drunk when kissing Blitz, we don't know how drunk Blitz was, but it could of got a lot worse if Loona didn't listen to Bee and Vortex about what was going on with him and if she didn't go and check on him...

even Loona knew what was happening was wrong, even if Dennis seems like sweet and adorkable guy, he was kissing a emotionally hurt guy who got his own feelings hurt at Ozzie's and the one who hurt him the most, might of been Stolas.

Blitz does deserve to be loved, some fans do know this...

and some fans may already know that he isn't fully at fault and there is a reason he pushes others away when they get too close, like with Verosika...

Stolas will need to come to terms that it isn't always about him and Blitz, and there might be a reason why Blitz didn't return his text when he was in the hospital while recovering from what happen.

Loona is a part of Blitz's life, just as Octavia is a part of Stolas's.

Blitz and Loona are there for each other, even if they might not have a 100% perfect father-daughter relationship at times, it does seem to be good between them.

Blitz and Stolas might become more, like become boyfriends in the future, but they need time...and if that means Stolas dating someone else for right now, then I guess that is how it needs to be until those two get back together.

I do wonder if Bee and Vortex, might end up breaking-up over the whole Bee finding out about the whole Anti-Blitzo Party, and half of the people at that party were the same ones who were making-out with Blitz who was giving off bad energy vibes at Bee's Party...

even if Loona still has a small crush on Vortex, even she might feel that crossed a line and would be on both her Dad and Bee's side.

I'm not sure if Bee will ever find out about that party, but I don't think she would be cool with it...there might be a reason why Bee might not be picking up on Loona's energy, or if she did, maybe she ignores it or Loona hides it very well...

but if Bee can't fully like at all pick up on Loona's energy, it might be because she really isn't able to, maybe because of reasons we don't fully know...but if I remember right, Bee did mention about Loona being "sour" so maybe she can still pick up a little from her feelings.

Verosika likely pulled the same thing that Stolas did, but the difference being that her and Blitz were dating and were boyfriend and girlfriend, but she likely made Blitz feel like well, the same way Stolas made him feel...that he needed to "please" his partners for them to stay with him...

and from the words that Verosika used at Ozzie's, there is probably more to the story than just what she told in that little song of hers. like possibly Blitz waking up to the truth that how things were between them weren't okay, and she might never truly love him, and if she did use the "L" word with him, like told him that she loved him...

he likely thought it was a big lie...but at least things between them have gotten a bit better and they might end up being friends.

it can be hard for some people to trust others fully with their hearts in a romantic way, and we only know only half of Blitz's story, but we will learn more later on...

but the heartbreak he caused he does feel remorse for, he wants to try to do better and not do that again. but he got his own heartbreak as well, and it is possible that Blitz may have realized at that Anti-Blitzo Party, that he is in fact in love with Stolas, like maybe he only partly realized it but hasn't fully done so...

I'm not going to view Dennis or even that Alejandro guy that Loona punched in the face, as victims...because of obvious reasons.

and I'm not going to view Stolas as 100% a victim either...

Stolas is the one that called Blitzo (when he, Millie and Moxxie were on a mission), and made the arrangement that had to do with their deal that happens once on a full moon.

he was the one that made it seem all about the "snu-snu", and yeah Blitz wasn't originally going to sleep with Stolas, but technically he did accidentally guilt trip Blitz who could of ignored him and just left with the book...but he didn't, he ended up staying far longer than he was suppose to.

and let's not forget the whole Loo-Loo Land events, even if it was suppose to be just a day with Stolas and Octavia, it was probably and partly a excuse to be around Blitz and flirt with him...and Stolas might of not even fully realized it.

even if Stolas did the right thing in the end, and went after Octavia and comfort her and even agreeing to leave Loo-Loo Land...

Blitz isn't the only one who needs to work on himself, and become better...

Stolas needs to do the same, and we can only hope that both he and Blitz try to talk it more out even if it might be a while.

we don't know the full story on all of Blitz's Exes, and some of those so called "Exes" are probably not really Exes, since half of them were probably at Bee's Party over at the Gluttony Ring, and were probably not even drunk at all when they were kissing a vulnerable Blitz.

still not going to feel fully sorry for Dennis or that Alejandro guy...

Blitz was probably not even half-drunk but was probably close to being fully drunk when he was making-out with Dennis and half the people at the party, and that guy who knew Blitz and is possibly the adoptive father of that hellhound that was flirting with Loona.

he didn't really do anything to stop or protect Blitz when he was making out with almost everyone at that party...he just watched.

Loona had to go and find as well as witness what was going on between Blitz and Dennis, to see that what was happening was NOT okay, and what Dennis and what that Alejandro Imp was doing or tried to do with Blitz, was NOT okay, not in the state Blitz was in...

she did the right thing in stopping what was going on between her Dad and Dennis.

Blitz might be use to being blamed and showed fake-love by his father and even his possible Royal Ex-Boyfriend that was before Stolas.

the word "love" used in a romantic way, likely holds some form of trigger of trauma for Blitz, which likely shows at Ozzie when Moxxie starts his song for Millie.

Blitz may have no problem saying he loves his daughter, and would protect her from danger and making sure she goes to Sloth to see a Doctor...but he might be fragile when it comes to certain loves, like he is fine admiring the love between Millie and Moxxie, but when it comes to his own love life, it is a different story all together.

Barbie hating Blitz, might have a reason that we might not learn right away but could in a future episode...but in theory, it could be possible she was responsible for the fireworks that ended up causing Fizz not to leave that circus tent on time, and causing both Fizz and Blitz to get hurt...so yeah Blitz and that other Imp may have started the fire by accident, that ended up hurting both Blitz and Fizz, with Fizz taking the most damage physically and emotionally.

but Barbie might be even more link to it, but she keeps it a secret...and possibly doesn't view herself as being partly to blame for what happen.

she was likely going to use those fireworks, and maybe she was going to sell them to make some money, but she place them in a spot where Fizz would end up becoming too close to during the fire, and causing them to go off and ended up causing harm to him.

Fizz wouldn't of got so badly hurt and would of made it out on time, if it weren't for those fireworks, that I believe Barbie had played a part in...which might be hinted if we think about her first physical appearance and the whole firework incident with Jimmy.

one of the reasons why Barbie is so mad at Blitz, might have to do with the fireworks, because they went off too early and she was going to sell them behind her family and the rest of the circus's back.

Blitz ends up taking the full blame for what Barbie did to Fizz, even if Blitz is still at fault for the fire, well partly, while the other one is Wally...well the Imp that might possibly be Wally...

the one who might be fully responsible for Fizz getting hurt, when he could of made it out unhurt, could be Barbie's fault.

and the episode where she fully appears in, might hint to this, I'm not 100% sure if I'm right or not, but those fireworks in that episode and the ones in the flashback that shows how Fizz got hurt...

might actually hint that it was Barbie's fault that Fizz didn't make it out on time and is the reason he got so badly hurt...

and even if Blitz does still love Barbie, those feelings might change once he learns the truth, that he is only half to blame for what happen to Fizz, and he wouldn't of gotten so badly hurt if it wasn't for Barbie carelessly placing fireworks in a place where Fizz could accidentally cause them to go off when he was trying to escape the fire.

so it would mean that both Blitz and Fizz got hurt because of Barbie, and if that is true then maybe it will be revealed in the future.

Blitz might end up getting really mad at Barbie for making him feel like he was the only one who hurt Fizz during that time, when really, he wouldn't of gotten hurt and would of escape unharmed if it weren't for her.

and he has every right to be mad at her, if the theory is true, both himself and Fizz wouldn't of ended up getting hurt if it wasn't for her recklessness with the fireworks.

and it isn't like Cash did anything to stop her or keep a better eye on her to make sure she didn't place those fireworks where others could end up being hurt by them...I didn't think about the link between the fireworks in that episode where Barbie appeared in before and the fireworks that appear in the flashback that played a part in Fizz getting hurt...

but it just makes sense to me now, and probably to other fans when you think about it, even if not all fans have to agree about it.

but it might really be hinted that Barbie was responsible for Fizz getting hurt so badly, which wouldn't of happen if she didn't place fireworks in a spot where Fizz was trying to escape.

the fireworks thing, might be only half the reason Barbie never wanted to see Blitz again, and even if we do find that out later on, I'm still going to view that she was the reason Fizz and Blitz got hurt by those fireworks...

Blitz didn't just get heartbreak romantically, but also in the platonic way as well.

he should try not to worry about romance or even Stolas or his possible new boyfriend right now, he should just be around those who love him and will be there to comfort him, like Fizz, Loona, Moxxie and Millie.

he just needs time to heal and he needs to fully realize that he isn't the only one at fault for what happen between himself and his Exes, with only half of them actually being Exes and the others being like Dennis and Alejandro...those two weren't even Blitz's Boyfriends or even Ex-Boyfriends...so I'm not going to fully feel sorry for Dennis, who was kissing a emotionally hurt and vulnerable Blitz...

even if those Exes and those who aren't truly Exes at all, might think they are fully the victims of Blitz, they aren't...and I'm not going to feel sorry for all of them, not the ones who don't deserve it and use Blitz as the scapegoat for how things ended between them and him.

half of them took kissing advantage of him obviously, I mean he was drunk, and probably not like only a little drunk or half-drunk, but he was possibly fully drunk and those who were kissing him, weren't drunk at all...so Dennis has no room to talk about he is the full victim of getting his heart broken by Blitz.

I guess I didn't really think about it before until now, but if it is true then Blitz might really be the victim who was in a very vulnerable state.

and the people at Bee's Party, had ignored it and the reason why Blitz was drinking those feelings away as well as making-out with strangers, is because of what happen at Ozzie's and what those at Ozzie's made him feel, and Stolas being part of the reason why Blitz felt so bad and felt the need to drink and kiss strangers, even if it was his drunk self that ended up doing so...it was being led by pure sadness, as he felt the need to try to drown his sorrows and forget how much it hurts.

Blitzo, Angel and Adam might have a bit in common, all three of them try to escape through both food, drinks and you know what Angel uses...

Adam likely ate his feelings away, which he wouldn't of been the first...I mean before I lost so much weight because of that depression I had in 2015, where I didn't eat very much and well I know it was either 2016 or 2017 when I ended up getting that second depression, which I really didn't need...but it could be possible that Adam may have had depression, but hides it through well how he talks and treats others that aren't close to him.

still gonna view him as a bit of a Tsundere.

it might be just me that is going to view him as a Tsundere...

is it weird I like him a bit more than Lilith...?

I mean I already suspect that she isn't as great as Charlie makes her out to be, and there could be more to the story that had tells of the past between Lucifer, Lilith, Adam and Eve then we know...

I don't really fully respect or view Gran-Gran Lilith from our universe as a full victim anymore, not after realizing she could of stop her and Adam's eldest children from being hurt by those Three Angels...

and there is that whole realizing she was pregnant when she left Adam when they had that fight, and she didn't give birth to demons but humans who were both her and Adam's children, and at some point in the future when one of Adam and Lilith's surviving daughters grew older and became a woman, she likely met and fell in love with Cain and their descendant met and fell in love with a descendant of Seth's...

and I guess I don't mind much of Gran-Gran Lilith's Counterparts, and yeah being possibly both her and Eve's Descendant Granddaughter, and being part of a "Evalith Bloodline"...still not going to fully respect her, or even Eve...maybe Eve gets a bit of a better respect but not anything past a 98 or 99%, for some good reasons...but even Eve messed up by not trying to help Cain before things got out of hand, and both Eve and Adam share the blame for that, and not stopping Abel from getting a ego and thinking what he was doing was "okay" and ended up not doing anything when Grandpa Cain was going to go through a very dangerous breaking point...

I'm still going to view that both Cain and Abel were at fault and they were both victims.

Blitz is both at fault and a victim as well, and even he can ended up reaching a very dangerous breaking point...

I don't know what else to say about my thoughts about how both he and his Exes and those who aren't even Exes like Dennis...

but there could be a lot to the story of why Blitz is the way he is, and we can only make out bits and pieces and can only make some guesses and come up with theories as to why the whole "love" thing is a very sensitive thing for him.

those people, like Dennis and even Stolas, they would need to work on themselves and become better too, not just Blitzo.

because Blitz isn't the only one who is at fault, he might share part of the blame but he is also a victim, and he might feel bad for hurting those that appeared at that Anti-Blitzo Party, but it could be possible that only half of them do deserve to be felt sorry for, while others like Dennis, do not...even if they might seem like it, but really they might not deserve to be felt sorry for or any form of pity at all.

and whether Verosika openly admits it fully or not, she might of taken the first few steps into admitting that she had hurt Blitz just as much as he hurt her...and they might still take baby steps in having things get more better between them...but it doesn't mean it will be same for all of Blitz's Exes or even those like Dennis...

and who knows, maybe Striker will become a "Good Guy" and end up helping Blitz and Stolas, maybe...

and yeah, I'm going to agree with others on the possibility that Striker could be Ace, but we wont fully know for sure or the type of Ace he is.

it's a big umbrella...and there are some Aces that do have "snu-snu" with their respective romantic partners, and most people would learn this from looking it up and learning those facts...

and I haven't really flux in well, maybe since either 2021 or 2022...

it might be because the times when I did feel that certain way before, it was because it wasn't truly my own half the time, and it was because I was picking up on the Toxic-Lust energy of others who were in a different room from me...you can still have the V-Card and still pick up those energies...

I keep my gem bracelets on a lot for a reason, a few multi-purposes reasons...of course I have to use dream-catchers as well, because it turns out it isn't just the Incubus that scared me awake before that I have to worry about...I still think what scared me awake before, was a Incubus...and that happen way before those three close calls where I figured out I was dream-walking and was being lured by Toxic-Lust energy...I can maybe talk a bit more about it another time, and well it was just three close calls and lucky nothing happen, but it was only the two out of the close calls that were really scary for me.

so yeah even before starting to protect myself from certain energies and even protecting myself from another Incubus surprise, even if I didn't see the Incubus...but I know it was possibly one, cause the dang jerk scared me awake...I think I may have still been vulnerable...which is why the dream-catchers were needed.

to stop those dream-walking from happening, to stop that Toxic-Lust energy from getting through...if I'm going to "Dream-Walk" I rather it be to universes that are normally 100% fictional in this reality.

I'm not 100% sure if the whole dream-catchers thing will work for everyone, like for those who are Ace or not Ace at all who might of figured out they might be a type of Empath but weren't fully aware of it before but had figure it out later that the reason they ended up feeling that certain way at times, wasn't truly their own but was the energy they were picking up and it was mixing with their natural energies...

it could be possible some "Toxic-Lust energies" might of prevented me from figuring out I may have always been Ace, I'm not fully sure...

but I rather not go through that again really, it was maybe a bit of a nightmare...I mean those three close calls I had before were nightmares as well...

but it didn't really feel good at all...like when it became too much, like even if ya could try to ignore it and try to just sleep it off or maybe take your mind off with a movie or show or playing a video game or maybe read a book...I did hate it, I didn't like how it was starting to feel and it might of been before I started to use even more gem bracelets and well...I rather not go through the thing I'm not going to say again...because yeah, as embarrassing as it is...I had felt that way before, but I now know half of the time it wasn't fully mine, but the energies I was picking up in real life...and it might be part of the reason why I fell for the wrong guys, maybe both in real life and online...of course the guys I knew in real life and had crushes on had no interest in me or my feelings, and one of them was possibly the reason I had ended up over doing it before with the eating and ended up well...a bit overweight before, but like I said before I had lost a lot of weight when that depression happen in 2015...

and while I do snack at times, I think I do a bit better to not over do it now...at least I think I do...

I have no interest in trying to pursue any romantic partnerships currently, and while I still want to call dibs on Mammon's sorry excuse of a Apple Sugar Spice, because he needs to stop being a Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg and stop amplifying humans own greed...but my wanting to call dibs on him, is not like the whole Millie saying that Moxxie's Apple Sugar Spice belongs to her...

but if I was allowed to and was able to, I would still want to slap Mammon...and I'm of course talking about the one from our universe...he freaking knows why probably why I want to slap him...and well my wanting to slap him, and calling dibs on him, is way different from my bad luck with the guys I had feelings for before, but it probably wasn't even 100% in love, probably like that crush that only feels like your "in love" when really your not...

Blitz might be right to be suspicious of the Mammon from the same universe as him though...but if the Mammon from Helluva Boss and the one from this universe were one in the same, I'm still calling dibs on his Apple Sugar Spice, because if it were possible and if I was allowed to and if it weren't just thoughts and feelings that might never happen...I would slap him...

once again, thinking and feeling like doing it, doesn't really mean you will...but I might still have the thoughts of wanting to slap him one...

anyway, I think that I can only go on with very little about Blitz and his Exes, and even those who aren't really Exes but are like Dennis.

and even if it wasn't really plan, maybe I will make a part 3 of this...

or maybe not, we will have to wait and see...

we might learn more about Blitz's past later on, and even if some people might of not liked that Apology Tour episode, I and others did enjoy it...even if it did have it's sad moments, but the episode was still good and had some interesting surprises, like with Mayberry and Martha...

anyway in a little bit, I will post another drawing up...and sorry if this theory isn't perfect, but I think I can only get so much ideas about well the whole Exes and Blitz thing, but I do believe that both sides are at fault, and Blitz needs to fully realize that he isn't the only "bad person" in what happen between him and his Exes...

maybe the sooner he realizes he isn't as terrible as others make him out to believe, like by both his Dad, Sister and half of his Exes...

maybe the better his heart and love for himself, can heal.

so long as he doesn't meet another guy like that Dennis, who I'm not going to view as being a true Ex or a full victim...maybe only a small bit of a victim because of his feelings were hurt, but he was kissing a emotional vulnerable Blitz...who was drunk, and I'm pretty sure Dennis was sober, so yeah...still not going to be fully on Dennis's side.

or even on the side of that Alejandro that Loona punched in the face, that guy deserved that punch...

#do not reblog without permission #not for kids #mature audiences only #helluva boss theory #blitzø #blitzo helluva boss #stolas helluva boss #verosika mayday helluva boss #cash buckzo #drunk #heartbreak #scapegoating #part 2 #july 2024

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back-alley-bardblog · 6 months ago

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“Yo!! DUDE STOP RIGHT THERE i gotta talk at you ok i gotta put you onto some shit.” The very loud imp produces a crumpled scrap of paper from his pocket before checking it over, he then pulls out a chewed up pencil from another pocket and crosses it off

“Hook them in… check! Man I’m already nailing this Claire's gonna be so damn proud. ANYWAY hi. Hello. My name’s Tobias but please call me Tobi WITH AN I i know its weird but it makes me happy uh- uhm.”

Tobi checks another, different scrap of paper

“Oh yea… If you’re seeing this post then HOPEFULLY you’re the kind of person that likes it when dudes are silly on the internet. This blog is kind of that? I’m part of this band and we’re trying to get noticed by people n stuff so we were told to maybe make some kind of account somewhere and I suggested this!”

As he throws his hands into the air, Tobi flings the paper scraps as if they were confetti, seemingly without noticing

“Basically uh we’re just gonna hang out here and you, people of the internet, can actually get to know us n stuff.. Just me for now though, the rest of the guys aren’t really into this kind of thing. I’m sure I can sneak you all some peeks of them though! wink”

That wink was spoken. It's not clear if he actually did wink considering his choice of hairstyle

“BUT I’m sure that’s not too much of a tragedy. I’m pretty endearing when I need to be.”

…

“Ok that's all I got ta say, hope to talk more soon, bye!!!”

(vv psst, under here! vv)

Heyyyy it's me, the actual owner of this blog and creator of back alley bard (you can call me box :3 I use he/they pronouns with a HUGE preference for the he as opposed to the they) here to drop some INFORMATION and GROUND RULES for this blog.

I'm gonna start with some boundaries/rules first though. Just to get them out the way.

Any attempts to start NSFW rp will be ignored, this blog’s lore is that it's a band’s social media so none of the lads will be having e sex on main.. Or at all, really. Also it's just a boundary thing. Flirting is fine though by all means type the foulest thing you can in the inbox if it's for funny reasons, this blog is rated a solid 16+. Speaking of that

IF YOU ARE ANY YOUNGER THAN 16 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG. The story this blog is based off is very mature in its content so it's more of a means to deter the hypothetical fanbase from being overrun with young kids than a “I FUCKING HATE LITTLE KIDS” thing. Nothing against you guys, I just don’t really wanna write something with sexuality as a relevant recurring thing with the knowledge it's mainly 13 year olds that’re gonna engage with it. Personal comfort, if anything.

Please don’t send asks that are fourth wall breaks. This is stuff like telling Tobi he isn’t real or trying to tell them that I exist and control what he says on here. I’ll just delete your ask and block you if you try sending anymore like that

Generally just don’t be a weirdo. No Zoos, Pedos, Proshippers or Hate Speech is allowed on this blog. Zero tolerance policy I will block you on SIGHT.

Don’t be rude if it takes a while to get a response, I have a life outside of this and am currently a student and will continue to be one for the next 4 years or so. Basically don’t RUSH ME

If you have any meta questions like “oh how long have you had the boys” or “can i have a reference for tobi” please redirect them to either my art blog @unboxt (where i’m more likely to see it) or my main dump blog @basement-hobo

DO NOT ADDRESS ME IN THE ASKS. I AM FUNCTIONALLY NOT HERE. I DO NOT EXIST ITS JUST TOBI

Ok that's all my boundaries/rules, onto the fun bit! Actual info on what this blog actually is and how it works.

As summarised by the bio back alley bard is a fictional (somewhat punk) indie rock band I created and are my ocs. They are not a real band and I have no plans to make them the next Gorillaz or Yaelokre - I do still plan to publish something big about them though!

This blog is an experimental side project to me for now so all asks are limited to just Tobi (he/they) BUT if I like doing this you guys unlock full band perms. Should mention though, this doesn’t mean I won’t show them or have tobi give any information about the band. Do with this what you will.

My main goal with this is to get people familiar with Back Alley Bard so that when I get around to really working on my goals for it I’ll have a substantial amount of people to back me up for it. Also because its a fun way to put a bit more meat on the bones of the lads (and practice drawing them)

That's basically it. Happy asking, folks!

#ask blog #blog intro #oc ask blog #oc #my ocs #back alley bard #tobi’s inbox #pre-rebrand

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barbatos-sama · 8 months ago

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the boss and prince's dynamic in this show is essentially that they have a transactional sexual relationship where boss is required to sleep with prince once a month in exchange for the prince allowing boss to use his magic book that allows him to teleport to the living world. this relationship is unhealthy because boss literally needs this book to do his job; it basically makes the dynamic "fuck me or your career is over". this power imbalance is made worse by the fact that even beyond being able to hold his livelihood over his head, the prince is, yknow, A Prince. royalty. one of the more powerful beings in hell. compared to boss whose species is treated like dirt. it's very hard for an imp to earn any kind of respect or to make a name for themself like boss is trying to do. so this relationship is unbalanced in more way than one.

the thing about prince is that from the description of this arrangement you'd think he's well aware of this power imbalance and is taking full advantage of it; that he doesn't care about boss and sees him as a plaything. it's not true though. prince wants to have an actual partnership with boss, he is someone who craves intimacy beyond just meaningless sex. he's a tragic figure whos spent his life yearning and reading romance novels but had the traumatic reality of being a gay man forced into a marriage with a woman who didn't love him. so he does crave a partner who actually loves him. a lot of people on the fandom side with him because of this; he's done a couple of weak attempts at trying to be something beyond sex with boss and they weren't reciprocated, so a lot of people view boss as the bad guy. but they're not, yknow, taking into account the fact that this whole arrangement they had going on put so much power in prince's hands and left boss feeling like his life is basically at the mercy of this prince.

the prince tried to rectify this in the latest episode: he got a crystal for boss that fulfills the same purpose the book did, so boss no longer needs to rely on prince to do his job. prince did this with the hope that they could still continue their relationship, just as one that was no longer transactional. basically, prince was trying to make it healthy, which is good on him! the problem is that boss has a Lot of issues and trauma!

boss believes that prince could never truly love him, so when presented with this crystal and the prince's speech about how he's no longer obligated to be there but he still hopes he'll stay because he wants to stay: boss assumes it's some kind of weird roleplay thing. the gears in his brain are basically grinding horribly doing mental gymnastics trying to fathom what this could mean. prince can't possibly mean this, prince only wants sex, he definitely doesn't love him, so it's gotta be some weird roleplay thing.

when the prince realizes this is the conclusion boss has drawn, he basically pisses his little diaper and starts crying. like "wah wah why can't you see i love you why do you always assume it's about sex" basically making himself the victim now and the biggest problem about this argument is that from this point forward he will not allow boss to get a WORD IN. boss is literally begging like "can you please just give me a minute to fucking absorb what is happening right now, you sprung this on me all at once and i need a minute to process" but prince is like NO YOUVE GIVEN ME YOUR ANSWER YOU NEVER LOVED ME AND YOU REFUSE TO SEE THAT I LOVE YOU

so now boss is just pissed off! the guy won't let him get a word in or talk about his feelings or why he interpreted it the way he did and this is essentially prince breaking up with him because of the 'you've given me your answer' thing, so he's mad so he starts saying shit that he know will hurt prince, because prince is hurting him right now so his hurt animal brain response is to just say anything that'll sting no matter how much he really means it. stuff like "you royals are all the same, you think you can play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important. you think you can dismiss me like one of your little butler imps, well i'm not letting you bitch" after which prince literally physically dismisses him by teleporting him out of the castle, which kinda proves his point honestly bc he used his royal powers to end the conversation even tho boss literally just said that they still needed to talk and this was Not how their relationship was about to end because he hadn't even been allowed to talk about his own feelings or explain his point of view or Anything.

i will acknowledge that from prince's point of view it's probably frustrating and saddening that ur boytoy won't believe you genuinely love him, but truly there were only a few times prince actually Tried to make an attempt to make things beyond sex happen. one of these occasions was after they'd been publicly humiliated at oz's club, and prince asked if boss maybe wanted to watch a movie or a cuddle, to which boss replied "i'm not in the mood, stop trying to pretend like what we have is anything more than you wanting me to fuck you. you make that really clear all the time." and the conversation ended there. boss sounded very close to crying when he said "you make that really clear all the time" as well. and you wanna know something? THATS TRUE!!! the big thing that annoys me about prince is that in these later episodes he's acting like he was soso normal amount boss and was never obsessively weird and sexual towards him even tho that's ALL HE EVER WAS IN EARLY SHOW!!! and i think ppl who take his side in this argument seem to forget that as well. if you watch early episodes the prince is just Uncomfortably sexual towards boss, like it's all he talks about, he was even talking sexually to him in front of his Daughter. like huh prince, i wonder why boss would be under the impression that you view him as a sexual object? it's not like you answer the phone with "hello my big dicked bliitzy" or anything? no hi hello? just gonna talk about how much you want his cock down your throat? did you forget about that? did you suddenly forget how you behaved towards him during all of season 1?

to defend the prince A Little it seems he was under the impression that boss was in to dirty talk but i can't even use that defense for very long because boss was obviously not reciprocating?? like he was obviously rolling his eyes or being like UGHHHHHH every time prince would talk to him like that in a non-sexual setting, so you can't use the misunderstanding excuse for very long when boss made it so obvious he was Not reciprocating and was telling him to Stop. stop doing that. stop saying those things. they're annoying/cringey/uncomfortable. stop. especially since when he would get really into it, it really made it sound like he was fetishizing boss' species (idk just weird emphasis on his red skin and the fact that he's an imp in general) and the way he spoke just made it really apparent to me why boss would assume prince just has a fetish for imps or has fantasies about peasants rawdogging him. like the way this guy talked really did make it seem like he viewed boss as a sexual object/fantasy. like im begging some ppl to go back and watch season 1 and listen to how this guy spoke about boss, seriously.

so yeah, basically, my conclusion is that while prince was trying to do the right thing by giving boss that crystal and setting him free, he also handled the rest of the argument horribly by not allowing boss to speak or process anything, and isn't doing any introspection on why boss thinks he doesn't love him! he didn't examine his own behavior and think about what possible fault he could have in it, he just started to play victim and cry and sent boss away before they could have any kind of productive conversation.

i do like this argument from a writing standpoint because if this were an an i the asshole post the ruling would probably be the "everyone sucks" result because it's a very messy dynamic they have and they both screwed up. i am not at all saying that even if boss Did truly think prince loved him that he would be the perfect partner; we had an entire episode dedicated to how boss hurts the people who love him. he broke up with verrossika specifically because she told him she loved him. boss isn't a good person! what i am saying is that this argument isn't even close to black and white, and boss isn't this asshole who hurted princey's widdle feelings based entirely on his own insecurities (although his insecurities do play a part in it). basically some people just act like the entire reason boss thinks prince could never truly love him is just because boss is insecure and thinks Nobody could love him because of his own self hatred, but that simply isn't true. prince has displayed plenty of behavior that paints himself unfavorably and supports boss' beliefs that he views him as a sexual object and nothing more. i refuse to allow ppl to paint the bird man as a victim who did nothing wrong in this situation

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ass4ssinates · 6 months ago

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❝ did you really think i’d be happy to see you? ❞ regal-bird

ᝰ betrayal sentence prompts ask meme : ��𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙Ø & 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 .ᐟ … @regal-bird

❝ obviously , i thought you'd invite me for a tea party , bi - ❞ he cuts himself off , learning slowly when he needs to bite his tongue . it's a precarious position to be caught in . breaking into the mansion of a goetia wasn't foreign to him , but the game had changed with fucking elsa's hostile takeover . the imp studies her for a moment , she hasn't screamed or tried to scratch his eyes out yet so he'll take that as a win . he looks down at the item he's clutching , stolas had been melancholy about missing octavia . now kidnapping was not something he knew was a good idea but hey … surely he could grab some photos from the mansion . now , he's caught redhanded. head tilts to the side , and he stays still . he hadn't come unarmed … but the gun didn't possess angelic bullets . wait , shit , was she immortal too ? fuck. ❝ look , i didn't come for another … fight with frosty , i just came to get … some stuff for stols . so … how about ya let me leave and we can pretend this never happened , alright ? sound good ? ❞

#regal-bird #✧ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝟒𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ╱ answered : i'm not fucking a dennis tonight!#blitz fksjdkfsjf pls.

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annachum · 6 months ago

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Some of War of 7 Rings HCs and prompts

I think I can understand why Stolas cherry picked the Hell Royal tea he tells to Blitzo ( he actually never really told the rest of IMP before - it was Blitzo who later on told those things to the rest of IMP ).

There's so much drama amongst Hell Royals and Stolas was so traumatized and silenced from the abuse of Stella for so long that he struggled to put things into words

And he can't bear breaking Octavia's heart even further by telling the whole truth of things. He wants his sweet girl to be happy at the end of the day

But that didn't stop generational trauma to bleed through

All his efforts to protect Octavja came to be for nothing ( it seems ) when Stella whisked her away and abused her to the point of near insanity

Even after Stolas saved Octavia, there's still so much cracks to be healed from

I think eventually when Stolas finally tells the entire truth to IMP and Octavia, he will....have an honest to God break down

He basically masks so much that when he finally lets up, he would cry. So hard

It's basically how I imagine Diana Spencer may have had a violent emotional breakdown in private during her messy divorce with Charles III, and Diana may not have said it in public, but she despised Camilla Parker Bowles for also inadvertently causing her so much suffering and kept her from her sons

Even worse is that EVERYBODY around Octavia ( ie the Royals ) have VERY biased views on the whole divorce war mess - Octavia had to watch on how her relatives went from allies to bitter enemies and trying to get her to side with either of them, but Octavia doesn't even know the whole truth and just wants a more normal life

Stella and those other DiGalaxises abused Octavia. That is undeniable. But even all the efforts of the Goetias trying to protect Octavia can't stop generational trauma to bleed through her

I think Octavia needs to get a clearer perspective outside of royal circles for the whole truth....because that divorce war literally affected the nature cycles and magic fabrics of Hell, causing all sorts of natural disasters to happen

And natural disasters result in worsened economy

And worsened economy can result in civil war/Rebellion

I can totally see the War of the 7 Rings being a huge awakening for the citizens of Hell that those royals aren't as high and mighty as they are long taught to be

On top of that, the War of the 7 Rings also caused multiple families to be torn asunder cuz of all the red lines across Warring Rings, meaning that if someone has Wrathian and Lust Ring relatives, both sides of relatives are virtually forbidden to see each other because the Royals of their Rings put red lines around their Rings

It's a similar case with Dance of the Dragons and multiple other civil wars, for starters

Even after the DiGalaxises are gone, and Hell finally restored order after all the chaos, I don't think the Hell Royals will ever be seen in a same light ever again

No longer worshipped like deities, the people would have a more realistic view on those royals and mainly support those who actually help them in some form ( like Stolas, for starters )

And that's also where Charlie with her hotel project comes in

While the War of the 7 Rings literally helped tear down the class lines, her hotel project can also help with rekindling the unity of Hell for the sake of a greater purpose - to fight against the Divine Order in the Second Heaven Hell War, and also to promote greater inclusion in Hell

At such events, many royals definitely realize that some things within their royal system have to change

They can't risk another civil war which literally caused natural disasters ever again

Octavia wanting to leave behind royal stuff for a while is understandable, after all that

She becomes so traumatized

I think that, in a worse case scenario, things eventually get so bad that she had to be commissioned to an asylum in Pride until the whole thing blows over

And then she moves out with Loona who helps Octavia accustomed with a new non royal life

Later on Octavia be in bi weekly therapy at the Hazbin Hotel and came to often help her new friends in there in events

Eventually she came to be more active in helping her dad and step dad run the Moon Legions and do diplomatic work across the 7 Rings of Hell

Even after the War of the 7 Rings, I don't think that those Wrathian and Sloth royals are going to be willing to talk to those Pride and Lust royals, sadly

The hurt was far too great then

And then Charlie, Lucifer and Lilith got them all to ' wear your big boy/girl pants ' and stop giving each other cold shoulders like ' a bunch of petty school kids '

Srsly those Pride, Envy and Wrath royals can hold grudges to epic proportions

Those Gluttony, Lust and Sloth royals are kinda more chill in that in general

I think Pride and Lust Royal circles in general can compliment each other in a way and that Lust Royal customs in general are more merciful than Pride Royal customs, which explains why Amethyst is able to help influence Paimon to he more merciful when called for

Similar case with those Wrath and Sloth royals, in that Belphegor can help Satan be more merciful when needed, for starters

I think Stolas will not want to talk to those remaining Wrath and Sloth royals for a while even after the War of the 7 Rings

The pain was too great, and he can and will never forgive those who hurt him, his daughter and everyone else he cares about

But his daughter, brave and wild at heart, eventually began to go on diplomatic trips with some of her relatives, winning the hearts of many Wrathians and Sloth denizens with her kindness and ingenuity.

That caused Stolas to believe in his daughter in diplomatic work even more

Also, speaking of the whole red lines thing,

Millie may sadly can't see her family in Wrath for a while cuz those Pride and Wrath royal factions fighting against each other

But they did manage to reunite under the behest of Vassago and Stolas, cuz at least even they find it nonsensical to separate innocent families in a war, especially when Millie's family are also amongst the rebels who fight against the DiGalaxises

Octavia will absolutely not condone the ' us ' vs ' them ' mentality amongst social groups

She's seen how it caused so much destruction around Hell and came to wish to put a stop to it

Her break from royal stuff helps her open her eyes to a lot of things - she came to enjoy new social groups in her and Loona's new neighborhood in Pentagram City, becomes an event planning assistant at the Hazbin Hotel, finds even more help in therapy, and later on becomes more rejuvenated enough to help her dad in running the Moon legions

I realize that those Hell Royals don't usually go to college

Cuz they are often literally trained to have certain royal duties at a younger age

Blitzo went to vocational college in Lust and then Law school in IMP, Moxxie went to night school in IMP, and then Millie went to vocational college in Los Satanios before she met Moxxie. Loona also got into vocational college in Imp City too

So I think

IMP and Stolas can help pull strings to have Octavia go to college in Pentagram University, the No. 1 university in Hell, double majoring in psychology and astronomy

Like I think that can give Octavia a sense of ' normalcy ' that she lacked in her childhood

And then Octavia juggles her university studies while in her deep healing arc in her new life and such

And then Octavia makes many new friends in college, opening her eyes more to what non royal circles' lives are like, and help to be more independent

Charlie be tryna metaphorically hold the hands certain more stubborn royals in AT LEAST have diplomatic civil discussions in post War of 7 Rings reparations

Honestly, as usually a peacemaker of her family as Amethyst is, she isn't shy to go to great lengths to protect her own when called for

#hellaverse hcs #war of 7 rings

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fwoosheye · 2 years ago

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This! Like here's how I think about it:

Tags are for letting me be able to search for or exclude specific content using key words. If I want to read about Bilbo getting kidnapped, but I don't want any modern au:s, I can just search for "bilbo kidnapped -modern". Most tags can go under the "other tags", but like Silver mentioned too many tags (on a short story) might make me skip it since I'll start to suspect it's tagged for things that are barely even mentioned or worse, tagged with unrelated stuff to get more hits. But for a long fic I'll just assume the tags are to help people with squicks and triggers avoid deal breaking stuff, which is a good thing imo.

When it comes to summaries... I sorry for the upcomming essay OP, I just see so many people complain about summaries I just gotta write about it again. I'll put it under a cut:

So, first of all, please, for the love of God or whatever, don't write that you're bad at summaries. Please! If you genuinely struggle with summaries, here are a few suggestions on how to make them:

If the story had been based on a prompt (if it isn't) what would the "What if?" question have been? And then one use that as a basis for the summary, eg "What if Bilbo had killed Gollum back in the Goblin Caves, how would that have affected Frodo's adventure?" and turning that into "When Bilbo found his ring, his precious, he accidentally killed its previous holder Gollum. Now, when Frodo has inherited the ring, that has unexpected consequences."

Grab a few lines from the story itself that you feel highlights what it's about (I believe it's quite common that scene/idea is also the one that made you write the whole fic, so that can also help)

Condense the entire plot/premise as much as you can and focus on the beginning + the event that gets the ball rolling. Maybe with additional "keywords/-sentences" at the end of it. So if we for example look at the Legend of Zelda - Twilight Princess that summary might look like "The Farmhand Link lives a normal farmer's life: He heards the goats, play with the village kids, fishes... but one day, the same one where he is supposed to make a delivery to the Castle, the Village kids are kidnapped by monsters, and as he rushes after them he is dragged into a dark world and transformed into a blue-eyed beast. Follow Link as he tries to restore light to the land and save the children. And just who is his new impish companion?" Or it could be something like "When the village kids are kidnapped by monsters Link rushes after them only to be turned into a wolf by dark magic, and an imp called Midna blackmails him into helping her". Like there are tons of different ways you could make a summary of that game, and there are certainly better summaries, but that doesn't mean mine isn't good enough. It gives you a sense of understanding of what it's about and that's what matters

Remember that a summary doesn't need to include every little detail. You're presenting the major plot and vibes, maybe a side plot if it's big, but we don't need to know what happens near the end. We want to know if the genre is adventure/horror/romance/etc and what the main trope(s) will be. Those are the most important things to show in the summary

The length of the summary matters less to me. On ffn you had to be a bit more creative as there was a pretty tight limit on how many characters you could use to the summary (which often resulted in a "full summary inside" which should only be used in combination with a small summary imo). But on ao3 you don't really have that issue, so a long as I get a clear idea of what it will be about I don't care much about how long the summary is. If the summary is super long and I still don't get what the main point/plot of it is though, I might assume the story is "messy" and/or that the author doesn't have any idea of what to do with the story (assuming it's not a collection of one-shots, then I get maybe wanting a longer summary to summarise common themes).

When it comes to titles... okay they're hard. Som be titles are more enticing than others but I have no good way of explaining what makes a good title or not. Proper Capitalisation though is usually an indication that the fic itself will be well formatted for me, so that might help tip the scale if I'm unsure if I want to read something or not. Also always really cool to see the title being quoted by characters and giving it a really heavy weight or a new cool meaning. So I guess looking for cool quotes in a fic that also tells/ hints something about what it contains can be helpful?

So, uh, I guess the TL:DR would be that a long as the tags and the summary are relevant for the story I don't really care about how long they are.

I'm going to be reworking some of my AO3 summaries. I want to get a better idea of what makes people want to read an AO3 story for the first time.

#sorry about the essay op #poll #summaries #ao3

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greyias · 7 years ago

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I figure you have already talked about it, but who do you think Valss was, exactly? Do you think he was a Jedi, a Sith, a renegade Zakuul Knight, a member of the Cult of Zildrog or something else?

Ah, Valss. My mysterious little Valss… I was just thinking about him the other day, and once again was puzzling over the great mysteries he left behind, including:

Exactly where the heck does he fall on the lovely scale above???

And the reason I ask that, is it was still a little unclear to me after re-examining the canon, and playing through Copero and the final boss fight several times, what were Valss’s true motivations.

Thanks to 5.9, we do now have a slightly clearer picture of the order of events and who the true mastermind is (spoiler: it’s GEMINI 16 aka, our little explorer bot we got a mail about after KotFE Chapter 16), and as far as I can tell, the Chiss explicitly became involved in the Order’s plans after Umbara, after they got their Adegan crystals for… yeah, I still haven’t parsed that one. There’s a lot of dangling plot threads I’m still trying to puzzle out.

But in the short story on the dev blogs, Chasing Copero, Theron meets with a contact in an alley who got her info on the location of Valky’s starmap from her spy girlfriend who’s grandad was part of the team that did a little raid on Sith assets for a little insurance.

(As an aside, I love that in the KotFE+ stuff they are taking such care to try and fill the galaxy with LGBT folks ♥ even with the background characters. It’s a subtle, but nice touch.)

There’s a bunch of Chiss politics going on:

“Works for me. Files say the Mitth family runs things on Copero. Is that right?”

Pova shook her head again. “Their shipbuilding business has hit some hard times. House Inrokini bailed them out with a huge investment, so they’re the real power these days. Not that Mitth advertises the fact, of course.”

“Sounds like I need to make some friends from Inrokini, then.”

Most of what I know of the Chiss politics and the cultural structure comes from @andveryginger, so feel free to take what I say with a grain of salt because I’ve probably misunderstood a few things here and there and could be wiiiildly off-base.

There are several ruling houses in the Ascendancy, and Mitth I think was supposed to be one of the more powerful ones in this time. They’re big on chess games and maintaining appearances, so it’s possible there’s always something just a little more than meets the eye initially when it comes to dealing with the Chiss society (I think?).

But the gist is, Theron decides he needs to make some friends within House Inrokini, and so he sells some “Alliance secrets” (which I bet was some intel that looked interesting on the surface but was mostly harmless) to Zenta, the Syndic of House Inrokini. Ambient dialogue from Saganu (that you hear during one of the bonus missions) indicates she’s been collecting both Alliance and Ascendancy secrets for “some time”, something Theron likely knew about and exploited to get in. This also indicates Zenta’s power play and rogue status within the Ascendancy is not a new thing, it just finally caught up to her here. Which also brings us to Valss.

Valss:

Aristocra Saganu - Commander, I must warn you: years ago, Zenta risked her status to adopt a powerful Force-sensitive into her family.

Aristocra Saganu - The Chiss consider Force-users to be contaminated, impure. Without Zenta’s support, Valss would be banished–or worse.

Player - You know how to make me feel welcome. / Player - So he’ll protect her to the end.

Aristocra Saganu - You’re an exception, Commander. You’ve made the Chiss proud. But Valss is dangerous–expect a formidable enemy. / Aristocra Saganu - Valss is unstable, and fights to the death for what he believes in. Expect a formidable enemy.

It looked like Valss was originally written as Zenta’s biological brother, but at launch this was changed for Valss to be a merit adoptive. So, the question of Valss’s birth origin, as well as how Saganu knows just how unstable and fanatical he is is an interesting question, which I’ll float an interesting theory @andveryginger came up with in a bit.

But it looks like the gist is, once Valss’s Force Sensitivity was discovered, he was about to be banished or killed, when Zenta swooped in to bring him into her fold. Considering all of her actions so far have been shown to be a clever calculation and part of some larger chess game to “protect her people and keep House Inrokini safe”, indicates she saw some use in him (and is probably less driven out of a sense of compassion for someone who is on the verge of losing everything).

He clearly has very advanced Force training, and is extremely strong in the Force, and seems to also have Force visions which I’m guessing lends into his fanaticism. My best guess is that Zenta earns Valss’s fanatical loyalty by taking him in and giving him a place when he feels like he’s been cast out, and then likely finds a way to get him trained so he can use his natural talents for her when the time comes.

I suspect that whatever training Valss went through it was not through the normal channels of Jedi/Sith, or even Zakuul. He demonstrates a lot of raw power and mastery in his fight, but not necessarily a lot of discipline, and swaps between Force powers and regular weapons throughout the fight. It’s also indicated that Zenta’s top people put a great amount of stock in whatever vision Valss had, which indicates to me that even as Chiss they had some amount of trust in him despite him being an ickle impure Force Sensitive.

So what the heck was up with Valss’s “vision” anyway? Like, I was confused when the Copero flashpoint first dropped, because the more I looked at everything, the more vague everything was. Valss’s vision is never actually stated outright. Zenta says that he had a vision of “Shan’s victory”, and this is what Valss himself has to say:

So on the surface this seems to indicate that Valss and Theron are total bros and are saving the galaxy together, right? That Valss is just wanting to stop the apocalypse as well? Except… Theron’s body language and facial expressions during the first scene seem to indicate otherwise.

He breaks character when Valss can’t see his face, his expression drops, and he looks torn and scared. But exactly what about? Failing and the vision not being true? Or the visions coming true? Because whatever it is, he doesn’t want to share that with Valss. His tr8r mask slides back in place before he turns back to face our Force!Chiss and he makes a vague statement that he hopes Valss’s vision is true “for all our sakes”. I mean, that could seriously be taken either way.

Theron stated in Nathema Conspiracy that he’s trying to stall the Order’s plan and get the Alliance intel at this point, and it’s also heavily implied that his every word and move is being monitored by GEMINI 16. Does her surveillance powers extend to the Chiss Ascendancy?

If they do, then she’s listening to every word being said, and he’s not going to risk his ability to get intel back to the Alliance by going “YEAH FUCK ZILDROG LET’S TAKE HIM DOWN” if Valss’s vision was about Theron’s success in saving the galaxy from Zildrog. If that’s the case, then that would mean that Valss is pro-apocalypse and his fanaticism is about striking back at something, possibly the Ascendancy for casting him out. This means Theron’s “I hope that’s true” is part of his tr8r schtick.

However if GEMINI 16 isn’t monitoring Theron while he’s on Copero, does that mean Valss got this intense Force vision of Theron saving the galaxy and he’s ultimately a good guy who’s just like really intense and maybe vaguely creepy/flirty in the way he stares at his fellow galactic saviors? Then it means he’s actually not vaguely double-speaking here and is truly hoping that Valss’s vision of victory means that everyone doesn’t die horribly.

Like seriously WHAT IS THIS VISION and how does Valss explain it to everyone around him so they’re all “yeah, let’s just leave Zenta to rot, sounds awesome! Escape!helicopter tiiiiiime!”

Look I know it’s a shuttle but I need someone in Star Wars at some point to say “GET TO THE CHOPPA NOW!” let me have this plz

But, there’s some cut dialogue that wasn’t used (meaning it’s technically not canon), that honestly clears absolutely nothing up:

Like seriously, I read it once and I’m like “Oh, that indicates Valss is coo coo for cocoa puffs” and wants to set everything ablaze, but then I read it again and I’m like “Wait, Zenta indicates that Valss doesn’t understand the danger they’re in”, but then Valss is like “Why are you hesitating Shaaaaan?” and we know Theron is on the anti-apocalypse end of the spectrum so why would he be hesitating in front of someone that fanatically believes in him because a Force vision said that everything would be hunky dory?

(I mean, beyond Theron’s “who needs the Force?” hangups.)

His boss barks too are something of note (the white text I’m less sure of is in the game… but hey, I’ll share anyway), and while they are still ambiguous “he”, “we”, I’m taking this to mean someone’s drunk the Zildrog Culty Kool-Aid:

(”He” could be Theron – but it could also be Zildrog.)

Like, honestly, you could pick just about any headcanon for Valss’s motivations and there’s enough canonical evidence we have in hand at the moment to back it up. In other words:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Personally, I’m going to take Saganu at his word that Valss is completely unhinged, and I suspect that he lies closer to the Zildrog end of the apocalypse spectrum. Saganu’s dialogue seems to indicate that Valss is fanatical about causes, not people, which explains his kind of creepy lingering stares at Theron during the holomap scene are motivated more by his glee at seeing his plans realized – and less because he wants to get into Theron’s pants because jfc fandom not everything is about sex

And for what it’s worth, Wookieepedia seems to think he’s part of the Order of Zildrog too.

Feel free to pick your own motivation and interpretation of him, because unless Charles Boyd, Timothy Zahn, or any of the other writers clarify, it’s going to remain a mystery.

Oh, and speaking of that… ;)

Valss’s Origins

Let’s circle back to the mystery of Valss’s origins, because it seemed fairly straight-forward, that is, until the livestream with the devs and Zahn from earlier this year. Now again, I’m not really all that hip to the nuance of Chiss stuff, but even I got a little confused that when the question came up about Zenta, Valss, and Saganu’s full names, they declined to answer that question on the grounds that their complete names could be revealed in the future.

I was chatting with @andveryginger at the time, and she’s a big Saganu fan and was like “Wait… we know Saganu’s name!” and when I asked if it was stated in canon (because again, I still need to finish the IA storyline), she said no, but that it should have been easily inferred from his background revealed in the Vanilla!IA storyline and the composition of Chiss names.

So in theory, Saganu’s full Chiss name should be: Miurani'saga'nuruodo – but why is that a mystery? Why is Zenta’s a mystery? And why is Valss’s one?

There’s apparently this obscure concept that’s been used maybe once or twice in Legends regarding Chiss society, and that’s the concept of a Shadow Child. An extra child or heir born into important families as a “spare” to keep family bloodlines from being wiped out by rivals. That means there’s a small possibility that revealing the full name of Valss (and Zenta by extension) would reveal that he might be a blood relation of Saganu’s. Because remember Saganu’s description of him?

Sure that intel could have come from intel of spying on rival families or just ordinary Chiss prejudice against Force users, but man, that almost sounds like personal knowledge/experience speaking to me.

If Valss was Saganu’s biological relative (possibly brother), considering all of the twisty and entangled web of Chiss politics that I can barely begin to really comprehend, their society’s disdain for the “impurity” of Force Sensitives (to the point of exiling or “worse”), and the fact that Zenta goes out of her way to bring him into her fold for mysterious, likely political reasons – it would be a recipe for political disaster – especially if this rogue family member went off and did something stupid like join an Apocalypse cult and risk all of the Ascendancy dying in flames.

However, the livestream indicated that there might be more Chiss-centric stuff coming in the future. My best guess is likely not in the upcoming expansion, since they’ve stated over and over the focus is Republic vs Empire (and not focused on a third party, ie: the Chiss), and after the events of of Copero no matter what happens, the Chiss political arena gets a little heated and they have to withdraw from Alliance stuff.

So it’s likely the mystery of Valss, his stupid vague vision, and his origins will not be answered for some time.

#jedimastersansa #speculation #thanks for the ask!#i really don't know enough about the chiss #mostly because that requires like reading or playing through some storyline that's not the jedi knight #and we all know how often i do THAT #i will finish you one day IA storyline #but probably after the consular or trooper storyline #i still need a break from imp-side stuff #long post #is long

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countrymusiclover · 3 years ago

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7 - Magic is Real

Part 8

His Golden Princess

@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @alanaangie24

"Astrid....Astrid wake up...wake up!" Someone called out to me where I sat up seeing I am laying in a hospital bed but no one else is here. Glancing around I see Gold standing before me wearing his leather clothing but he looks like an ordinary human. "Why I am I here. What happened?" He stepped forward sitting on the end of the bed. "You shouldn't have ate the apple it was posion." Rolling my eyes towards the man in my dreamscape I scoffed. "I couldn't let my sister go under the idea that Regina wants her dead. I only wish Henry didn't pay the price either." Gold reaches up resting a hand to my cheek and I leaned into his touch. Henry said that this curse would make you see what you regret but I don't think it's working for me exactly. "Sweetheart, I need you to do something for me until I can handle this situation. I need you to fight. I need you to keep yourself alive on the outside for me. Can you do that please Astrid." Nodding my head I put my hand over his trying to remember him like this is I was to die. "I'll try my best, Rumple."

Rumple's POV

The door to my shop opens and I see Emma and Regina walk inside concerned looks on their faces. Bawling my hands into fists I glared towards the queen knowing she had poisoned Astrid. "We need your help." Emma begged when I give a nod glaring to the other woman in the room. "Indeed you do. It seems a tragic fate has befallen our young friend and your sister. I told you magic comes with a price." Regina mumbled under her breath. "Henry shouldn't have to pay it." Raising a finger to her I barked back baring my teeth. "No you should. I told you that you didn't have to poison her but you did it anyway-" Regina cuts me off trying to start a fight. "I didn't except her and Henry to eat it you idiot!" Waving my finger in front of her face I clicked my tongue until Emma leans forward on the glass counter. "How do I save my sister and Henry?" She sniffs through tears before I started explaining the magic I had. "True love, Ms. Swan. The only magic powerful enough to transcend realms and break any curse. Luckily for you and your sister, I happen to have bottled some. From strands of your parent's hair. I made the most powerful potion in all the realm. So powerful that when I created the Dark Curse, I placed a drop on the scroll just a little safety valve."

"That's why I'm the savior. That's why my sister and I can break the curse." Emma blurted out finally putting the pieces together. "I don't care about breaking the curse. All I care about is saving Astrid and Henry." Tilting my head to the side I reassured her there's still a chance. I couldn't tell her that Astrid won't wake up without True loves kiss but it wouldn't be from me. We haven't known each other that long for any love to happen, but she is the light to my darkness. Regina scoffed wanting to get on with it. "Where is this magic?" Emma questioned making me smirk towards the queen. "Tell me your majesty, is our friend still in the basement?" Regina couldn't believe my question. "You twisted little imp. You hide it with her!" I must say I am rather enjoying this moment and the look on her face. "Oh no, no. Not with her. In her. I knew you couldn't resist bringing her over." Emma broke the fun moments for me still confused. "Who is her?" Dusting off the long case in front of me I lift the lid revealing to her. "What is that?" She asked mouth hung open to my reply. "Your father's sword." Regina stayed for a moment where I death glared her intensely. "If Astrid dies I'm going to make you suffer, your majesty!" She just spun on her feet following Emma.

Emma's POV

Climbing out of the elevator Gold had tied Regina up and took the magic with him. I can't believe my sister trusted him with her heart. Rushing into the hospital room her and Henry lay asleep hooked up to machines. A nurse started unplugged Henry's stuff as I stared at my sister. Her hair falling everywhere where she peacefully sleeps. Leaning down I grab her hand in mine already crying. "I'm sorry, sis. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. You have always been the stronger one of us I thought. Because you never gave up on hope. I'm only sorry I couldn't save you. I love you, Astrid." Moving over to Henry's bed I leaned down whispering before I kissed his forehead saying goodbye. "I love you, Henry." Pulling away a sudden wind of rainbow energy blows over us and he gasped. "I love you too. You saved me." Flickering my eyes up to my sister's bed she gasped shooting up into a sitting position. "Emma..." I rushed over flinging my arms around her crying.

Astrid's POV

Slowly wrapping my arms around my sister's arm I bury my face into her leather jacket. Pulling away I wiped away tears looking around at everyone staring at us. "Henry. What happened?" I trailed off knowing the boy would have the answer. "The curse is broken." Swinging myself from the bed I felt something running through my veins where I reached for the dagger necklace laying on the table. Until a nurse dropped her tray whipping my head around towards the window I could see a purple dust coming towards us. Stumbling backwards I grab the necklace causing some sort of gold dust to swirl around my body. Opening my eyes I ended up in the woods standing directly in front of Rumplestiltskin. "Astrid, you're alive!" He croaked out letting some tears fall. I slowly run to his arms wrapping my arms around his neck and he hugged me back until I broke the hug. "What just happened. How did I just transport here?" He rests a hand to my cheek seeing a golden light coming from my other hand. "Through your magic. I brought it here." Blinking my eyes I grip his suit coming to the realization that I could finally find my parents after 28 years. "Rumple, I - I have to find my parents." He tucks hair behind my ear intertwining my hand with his starting to walk back I town. "Don't worry, princess. You'll find them."

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fannishcodex · 4 years ago

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More Bat adora and her papa please, just to tied us over while you are making the story.

@thehumminbrawler So this actually inspired me to write a like ficlet oneshot. ^^; May be out-of-continuity with the mainline AU, but was neat to put it down and I kinda just needed to put it down due to some stuff going IRL right now, I'm like coping with fandom even more right now.

Notes: While spacebat!Adora was a baby, Shadow Weaver tried to kidnap her and take over the Etherian Horde. Hordak managed to protect Adora, escaping with her and Imp as well as those that remained loyal to him/didn't want to follow SW, while SW took over the Fright Zone and created the Shadow Horde. Hordak and co.--pretty much now the Renegade Horde--fled to the Crimson Waste, and their presence started to stabilize the region. The Renegade Horde fights more with the Shadow Horde now, and tries to negotiate for allies more. The Renegade Horde has an ongoing and tense negotiation effort with the Royal Alliance against the Shadow Horde. The Valley refers to the Valley of the Lost, still a major settlement in the Crimson Waste and now more of a bustling center of commerce and community. Just quickly named Dryl Baker "Bekka." Due to Hordak's background of being surrounded by brothers as his own family and society, he perceives Adora and Imp as his younger siblings, but after Later Events he'll start exploring the terms of 'parent-child' and may think that fits their relationship better. (It's an AU Prime in this though the differences don't really come into play here.) There is a little Entrapdak.

Fic under the cut:

following his brothers while sneaking glances out the window at all the stars

all four eyes bearing down on him and pinning him in place

futilely holding a dying brother's hand on the battlefield

"--well I'm very happy you've got it all figured out, Imp." Hordak's ears twitched at his younger sister's grumbling, making his heart slow down. He clung to the sound of her voice, a refuge from nightmares and poor memories even if she obviously sounded irritated, though with an edge of self-reproach. The elder clone began to gingerly sit up, monitoring himself while slipping off the blanket. What could his younger siblings be squabbling over? What could be troubling Adora? How long had he slept?

Fortunately Hordak hadn't fainted, but he had felt weaker, tired earlier--enough so that Adora and Imp caught him and made him lie down and rest. As they had gotten older, his younger siblings had a habit of ganging up on him when they put their mind to it, and their teamwork always proved to be formidable. But Hordak had planned to search for some materials down in the Valley today, and he still saw no reason why he couldn't do so. He felt groggy, but also like some of his energy had been replenished. Adora's reasoning and Imp's insistence that he should rest had been sound.

Imp gave a warning screech, clearly spotting him, and Adora was immediately at his side. Though still...wobbly, irritation didn't flash through Hordak (he was getting better at accepting help from those he cared about). Instead, a fond smile slipped onto his face at his sister's presence. But when he caught her eye, his smile faltered slightly. They were blue and alive with concern--but he again stumbled on the dark slit pupils she had been blessed to inherit from their oldest brother and genetic template. Blessed. She had been blessed...it was his own weakness and cowardice that made him unsettled sometimes. But these were rare flashes for the differences always asserted themselves--Adora's eyes were a bright blue just like her fangs, and more significantly they were always warm and open, she had not the necessary detachment of Horde Prime. (And yet it had been a long time since Hordak had talked about Horde Prime with either Adora or Imp.)

Hordak felt his own self-reproach cloud his mind when Adora frowned, but felt it retreat when she only said that maybe he should lie back down, and asked how he felt. She apparently hadn't realized Hordak foolishly misdirected fear toward her eyes and the unintended offense. Adora had thought his faltering smile and proverbial wince was due to his physical weakness, not his mental one. The elder clone took a breath and shook his head. "I'm fine, Sister. I've rested enough--" Adora glared, and her ears gave a warning flick. "You shouldn't go to town today--" Hordak opened his mouth, then his eyes landed on a tray of tiny soup mugs. He decided to switch tactics. Sometimes it was necessary in the face of Adora's determination. "Entrapta made soup?" It wasn't really a question, and he reached out a talon for a mug. Though he hadn't seen her before Adora and Imp had convinced him to rest, he assumed his partner must've come while he slept, made something for when he awoke, then took her leave. They were all busy with impending negotiations and the...local customs that were apparently necessary. (He still didn't understand "parties," while Adora tackled them with dedication, almost always open to finding the value in anything.) Imp passed him a mug, and Adora absently nodded. "Yeah, she came while you were out and whipped them up." Then she shook her head, re-focusing. "She said--"

"--tell Hordak to feel better and sorry I couldn't stay, Cobalt needed some time-sensitive wrangling with the delegation from Thaymor--but I'll be back later tonight!" Entrapta's recording filtered out once Imp opened his mouth. Hordak smiled at her bright voice. Adora laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Right, that. Thanks Imp." She slid the tray of soup closer to Hordak, where it had been placed on a small table next to his bed. "You like it? Entrapta said she tried something different, added a new herb or something that Bekka told her about," his sister remarked, and Hordak nodded around a sip. Then Adora's ears snapped down, nearly horizontal, and her eyes narrowed. "Eating your soup doesn't mean you should go out right now." "I'll have been fed and rested," Hordak pointed out after finishing his second mug. Adora's ears pricked up to their usual stance, and her eyes were no longer narrowed. "Hordak, I can just go into town for you--" His sister was apparently trying to change tactics too. The elder clone shook his head. "I am looking through updated inventory, not picking up something I know they already have." He downed another mug of soup. "If you just described what you're looking for--" "It's not that simple, it's..." Hordak shook his head. "It would be easier if I did it myself." "...You're just browsing, aren't you?" Hordak nodded, realizing Adora had articulated what he meant. "Yes, that." His sister blew out a frustrated breath, her ears giving an irritated flick. But she still didn't look convinced. "You can always accompany me to the Valley," Hordak finally said after he emptied another mug. Usually Adora loved exploring the merchants' wares in the Valley markets; it was what he had come to learn was called a "hobby." "My formal dress got wrecked when the Shadow Horde tried to kidnap Prince Peekablue." Adora's disappointed voice crackled out as Imp played the recording, while the present Adora's ears pricked up in surprise. "We can look for something new for you in town," Hordak added, seizing on Imp's opening. Adora's eyes darted between her brothers, frowning. Imp looked smug and far too satisfied, while Hordak tried not to grin at his younger brother's demeanor. Hordak and Imp could form their own effective team as well. Adora shook her head, but hesitantly. "That's fine, there's still time before the talks and the delegates' ball, I can go when you're feeling better--" "I feel better now," Hordak insisted. Imp chittered cajolingly as he climbed up on his shoulder, but Adora favored her fellow hybrid brother with a glare. "Backstabber," she grumbled at Imp, who just chirped teasingly. Then their sister rolled her eyes. "Fiiiine." Imp theatrically scrunched up his face in faux disgust, then played back a recording of one of Princess Mermista's signature groans. "Woah no, I'm not--don't even joke about that--" Adora snapped with wide, alarmed eyes while Imp snickered and Hordak slid a hand over his growing smile. ___ Since the fracture of the Etherian Horde and their exile into the Crimson Waste, the desert region had been changing with the influx of now branded Renegade Horde members who rejected Shadow Weaver's command. The place had become more stable, and in that stability it had found a new profitability in more consistent commerce. After examining scrap yards and mechanics for new goods and finding some promising materials that went straight into Adora's shopping pack--she refused to let Hordak carry anything, and Hordak refrained from resisting as long as she agreed to let him carry whatever new dress she picked--they went to the merchants selling various garments and accessories. Adora tried to efficiently and quickly select something, and while Hordak could see her reasoning, he instead told her that she could spend more time looking. "You normally enjoy the markets," he pointed out to her. Hordak still had mixed feelings on the place, which was especially dependent on how tolerable the crowds were. But he felt satisfied when he found particularly useful tools or supplies there; he enjoyed it more when he hunted for supplies with Entrapta and shared conversation with her; it brightened his mood when he watched Adora bounce happily between the stalls and eagerly browse while Imp flew around her head, orbiting her like a moon.

His sister sighed. Imp plopped on her head, pouting, and Adora stumbled a little under the sudden weight of him. She frowned and glared up at the boy, but then stared back at Hordak. "Yeah, but--" "I'm fine, Adora," Hordak repeated. Then he hesitated, and continued, "We...could use a break, and that can take the form of an afternoon in the market stalls." It was difficult to learn, but Hordak had been learning. He had been learning from his younger siblings, when he found he liked letting them play, and continued to desire seeing them enjoy themselves when they could. He had learned from Cobalt, Grizzlor, and Octavia once he realized he could trust them more. He had learned from Entrapta... (Hordak tried not to think of his oldest brother wreathed in light and consumed with purpose.) Adora blinked, and gave a soft smile. Then she giggled as Imp mussed up her snow white hair, and Hordak led them to the dried fruit stall they all favored. ___ Adora examined various dresses and talked to some eager-to-sell merchants while her brothers stood back. Imp ate the last of the dried apricots while he sat on Hordak's shoulder, and though the risk was minimal, Hordak wanted to ensure he did not make a mess on the shop's inventory. When Imp finished, Hordak nodded to him, quietly giving permission, and the boy immediately launched himself off and flitted around Adora's head. Locals used to Imp were able to mind the boy's flight path.

"Hey, Hordak, you already have an outfit picked out like Imp and Entrapta, right?" Adora called out from behind a shelf of scarves and jewelry, with only the tips of her ears poking out. And then they ducked out of sight while she was clearly on the search for something, or examining something more closely.

"Yes," Hordak said, while he glared at Imp and gave a warning flick of his ears when the boy started playing with a scarf, wrapping it too fast and roughly around his body. The boy stuck out his tongue, but began to disentangle himself.

"Okay, so I'm looking for a dress, but I thought I could accessorize too because something just caught my eye--but maybe I should find a dress first--but this accessory could help me narrow down on a dress that could pair well with it--"

Hordak actually felt the urge to laugh, but he fought it down and only allowed himself a smile. (But he questioned himself--why not laugh, a chuckle in the Valley's bustling market would not be out of place--the silence of his brothers while on guard shift, four eyes staring down--but he had already broken so many edicts--the cold click of a talon guard--)

"Are you asking for input, or brainstorming?" Hordak asked, shoving back thoughts of his original home away. It was a question he had asked Adora before, wishing to determine when she wanted his thoughts or when she wanted someone to just listen.

"Brainstorming! And I'm also prepping you because I want to show you and see what you think, and I think I found something you might like too--" And then Adora stepped out and gestured to her ears with a smile.

Hordak looked, and he felt something rise up in his throat, and he hated himself. The metal clasps wrapped around Adora's ears were bronze and they didn't even reach the tips of her ears--but in his mind's eye he saw Prime and silver clasps perfectly fitted to his ears, and the dark slit pupils of Adora's bright blue eyes were swallowed up by vivid green and lacking in all warmth...

"Brother--?"

Hordak flinched, his eyes squeezed shut. And then it registered with him that it had been Adora's voice filled with concern, obviously not Prime's. His self-loathing grew. He opened his eyes just in time to see Adora close the gap and lay a supporting talon on his arm, clearly worried he might stumble. Imp clung to her shoulder, with part of the scarf he had been playing with still wrapped around one of his arms.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?"

"I...yes, I just need to take a seat," Hordak said, thinking pretending he had felt a little faint was better than admitting to the awful and confusing thoughts that plagued him. Adora promptly and politely asked the merchant's assistant if they had a stool, and he immediately provided one.

Adora thanked the assistant, then looped an arm around Hordak's, clearly wanting to help him sit. Normally he would've resisted, he would've insisted that he could sit by himself at least, but shame and guilt made him comply. But then he saw in his sister's face that his easy compliance had not been reassuring to her.

"When you're ready, we can go back--"

Hordak shook his head while Imp switched to his shoulder. "I'm fine now; I can wait here while you find your dress." Avoiding her concerned look, Hordak unwrapped the final piece of scarf away from Imp, then carefully began rolling it up.

The elder clone glanced up at Adora's ears--now dipped low with worry, he noted with another stab of guilt--and forced himself to review the new accessory by its own merit. Despite his efforts, he felt it still looked eerily similar to Prime's; but its bronze material seemed to go well with the reds Adora tended to favor.

His ears flicked in the direction of her new jewelry. "Their color suits you," he murmured with muted but genuine fondness. This was his sister, her own...truly her own person. Her capacity for mercy marked her as distinct.

Adora's ears pricked up, and she ran a talon self-consciously across the length of a clasp adorning one of them. "You really think so?"

"Of course."

She smiled softly back. Then she startled, as if remembering something. She raised her other talon, closed in a fist. "This is the, um, thing I thought you might like." She unfurled her fist and let a single, red diamond earring dangle from her carefully pinched, taloned fingers. "I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be by itself for an asymmetrical look--at least that's what the note next to it said--"

When Hordak reached out a talon, Adora dropped it in his waiting palm. He rubbed a thumb over its surface, still warm from his sister's touch.

"It's exquisite," Hordak said, and Adora softly chuckled, pleased. Then after again asking Hordak if he was fine and Hordak again insisting he was, Adora went back to looking. Soon she amassed a pile of clothes and claimed one of the dressing stalls. By the time she came out wearing the first dress, Imp was settled in Hordak's lap, and Hordak had tried on the red diamond earring.

"Too long," Adora muttered. She went back in, and came out again in a new dress.

"Too much...um, ruffles?"

Dress number three. "This color's not working."

Back in, back out. "The embroidery's kinda too much."

Next. "Okay guys, what do you think of--?"

"You look like you got run over by a tank." Imp used a recording of Grizzlor's voice, and Hordak gave a scolding hiss.

With a flush running across both her ears and cheeks, Adora immediately ran back into the stall and snapped the curtain behind her. Imp glanced up at Hordak with a guilty look, realizing his joking had gone too far. "You will apologize to her later," he told Imp with a glare.

"Um, so I actually like...kinda like this one..." Adora's voice filtered out from behind the curtain of the stall, and the hesitancy in her voice made Imp's ears lower even more, and Hordak did not relent in the glare he favored him with. "But I dunno, it's...well, look--"

And Adora stepped out, with one talon gripping her other arm while her cheeks and the tips of her ears still flushed blue. Adora favored red, and all of the dresses she had tried on were different shades of it, but this one was the right sort of crimson that went well enough with her blue skin. The cut of it was simple, from its torso to the way the edge of its skirt flared out, but the structure of it suited Adora in his mind. Its belt was just as simple, and with an amber color that paired well with her bronze ear clasps.

"It's kinda basic, but..."

"You look lovely, Adora," Hordak said, and his sister's ears perked up.

"Beautiful." Imp conveyed with a recorded excerpt of Entrapta's voice.

Adora smiled, her blue fangs beaming.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments/reblogs/likes are deeply appreciated!

#spacebat adora #hordak #horde clones #spacebats #horde prime #my fanfic

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vizowrites · 4 years ago

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ANGST TIIIMMEEEE!!!!

So-- we have Blitz's fear of being left/abandonment issues. He's scared Striker will leave him because he manages to fuck up everything good in his life. At least, that's the mindset he is in. But what if Striker and Blitz get in a really bad fight, decide to sleep on it and deal with it in the morning, only for Striker to wake up the next day and see that Blitz has up and left? After all of the validation and reassuring he'd always stay by Blitz's side, only to be left by said imp? It absolutely breaks Striker to the point he can't live with himself for losing something so meaningful to him. I can only imagine the cries he would let out when he gets a voicemail the next day at 3 in the morning from Blitz (who bought another burner phone cause he left his smartphone at home) saying he needed space and was on his way back to Striker.

If you think about it, at one point Blitz stole Verosika's credit cards and ran off to a completely different ring in hell when he broke up with her. It only makes sense that running would be his first instinct when it comes to rough roads in a relationship or even commitment. (So I could also see this happening if Striker proposed to him and Blitz would want to run off and avoid the topic.)

What are your thoughts?

This is fine. I didn't need those feels today anyway. :'D

OKAY BUT NO THIS IS HORRIBLY BEAUTIFULLY FANTASTIC AND THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS AHHHHHHH!! For as much as I'm loving the fluffy stuff and the smutty stuff with these two, there really isn't anything quite like when they're hurting.

The thing I love the most about these two and their relationship is that I truly do think that they have a ton of things in common--and specifically distinctive character traits that make this exact scenario not only possible but fascinating to think about. We all know that Blitz's insecurities and self-destructive tendencies have been extensive enough that there's an entire show being made about them (lol). And Striker--from what we've seen of him so far--seems like the "tumbleweed" type who just kind of moves around from place to place as needed for his hitman jobs, not really giving much of a shit for anything other than being the one to come out on top. They both want to be treated with respect and be in positions of power that are "higher" than what most other imps get to experience in Hell, and they both are willing to go to the extreme in order to make that happen. However, the thing I think is most interesting about them is where they differ--where Striker seems perfectly content to go about doing this on his own and keep the spotlight on himself, whereas Blitz, though he makes it clear that he's the Boss, needs to be part of a partnership. And yet it's always Blitz who's the first one to up and run when he thinks that things might be starting to crash around him, whereas Striker seems much more set in his mind to stick things out to the end no matter what [as shown by his calling Stella to straight up admit that he failed to kill Stolas the first time around, but assured her that he's going to keep trying to get it done instead of just taking her blessed weapons and running off somewhere]. For being the one who's always working solo, Striker fucking commits to doing exactly what he says he's gonna do. Blitz, on the other hand, freaks himself out too easily--probably because he seemingly lost his initial partner-in-crime, his twin sister Barbie Wire, back in the day--and probably doesn't want to go through losing his "other half" if you will all over again.

Now of course this isn't an exact translation here because Barbie Wire is Blitz's twin sister and people like Verosika and Striker [and I've even heard some interesting theories about Fizzeroli] are romantic interests, BUT I think that there is a distinct overlap there when it comes to this idea of losing someone that's supposed to be closer to you than anyone else in the world that does explain why Blitz is the way he is when he hits that wall of turning his tail and running. And let's be real here, Striker is not an idiot. He knows this about Blitz [whether or not Blitz ever gives him the full backstory about Barbie] and I'm sure that's why Striker's gone out of his way to assure Blitz that no matter what shit hits the fan, he's going to be right there with him to scrape it off the walls. He doesn't want Blitz to be afraid that in ten years, Striker's just going to be another Verosika fighting with Blitz over a parking space. He also sure as hell doesn't want Blitz to think that he's just going to be content with obliviousness--either turning a blind eye or just enjoying the bliss of ignorance--about the deeper aspects of Blitz's life the way certain feathered Princes tend to do consciously or subconsciously. He wants, so badly, to make it abundantly clear that he loves Blitz more than anything and is committed to their relationship in a way that no other previous partner in Blitz's life has ever been.

.....So of course his heart is completely shattered to pieces when he wakes up the morning after that fight and Blitz is nowhere to be seen. And if it's the morning after he proposed and he found Blitz gone--the scream he would let out would be truly, hauntingly unholy.

The same string of thoughts hit him one after another, like bullets from a firing squad: He's not surprised. Is he suprised? He shouldn't be surprised. Yes he fucking should, this is different! Blitz wasn't supposed to want to leave him! What did he do to make Blitz feel like he had to leave him? Sure he said some stupid shit--he's usually better spoken than that--fuck, why did he have to be so shit with words at the times that it really mattered?

He does this to himself for hours, racking his brain with everything he said--all the stupid angry things you say in the heat of a fight / all the fumbling cheesy things you say when you're trying to find words to explain that you want to spend the rest of your life with the person standing in front of you. Striker knows how to charm and he knows how to manipulate, but he's never ever been good at expressing sentimental feelings with words. And with Blitz--it always feels like it isn't enough. He thinks he knows what he's doing, and he tries so so hard to make Blitz feel safe and secure and happy. Satan, he's never wanted to see another being happy as badly as he wants to see Blitz happy. He knows it's terrifying and downright dangerous to admit outloud but.....at least to himself.....he can admit that he would do anything to make Blitz truly happy. Anything.

He loves him.

~*~*~

When Blitz finally does make it back, he's not at all prepared for what he finds. Striker looks every bit like he's just been running himself ragged in circles since Blitz left, and his tail is rattling intensely behind him. The sound of it makes Blitz flinch--it's his least favorite one out of all of Striker's rattles: thin and sharp like shards of broken glass. It's the rattle he makes when he's extremely agitated about something, and not in the angry way.....but in the hurt and worried and frightened way.

For a moment they just stand there looking at each other--well, Blitz looking everywhere but at Striker's eyes, and Striker's eyes unable to look anywhere but right at Blitz's face. Neither say a word. Neither of them move.

"I thought...I t-thought I was different," Striker finally manages to say brokenly, barely able to keep himself together enough to speak.

Blitz still doesn't say anything for a moment, and there's that familiar terrified spark in his eyes that makes Striker think that he's going to bolt on him again--this time right in front of his face. Instead, Blitz takes a slow, hesitant step towards him...and then another...and then, as carefully as if he were walking across a landmine instead of across their living room, makes his way over to Striker, though he still can't quite bring himself to meet his eyes at first.

".....You are different," he whispers faintly after a long stretch of silence, and, just when Striker thinks that he's going to have to tilt Blitz's chin up just to look at him, Blitz not only lifts his eyes to meet Striker's...but he reaches out to take his hand as well. He squeezes.

And that's when it clicks.

That's when Striker knows.

He might not have been the first one that Blitz has ever run away from.....but he's the one and only person that Blitz has ever come back to.

He is different.

#vizowritesanswers #BlitzStrike #Striker x Blitzo #Blitzo x Striker #helluva-simp #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AND I HOPE MY ADDED THOUGHTS MADE YOU FEEL AS MUCH AS YOUR THOUGHTS MADE ME FEEL!!#<3

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monsterlovinghours · 5 years ago

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Okay. You asked for robofizz prompts and I think I have something. Character (reader or OC, totally up to you) works at Loo Loo Land as a maintenance worker for the rides and games. Their day is busy as hell because, let’s be honest, shit breaks down a lot there. But, out of the blue, management makes them robofizz’s new mechanic because he killed the last one. This is the first time they’re meeting the deranged clown and things get pretty, you know, when character tries to fix his sparking wires. 👀👀👀👀👀

oh fuck here we go y’all sluts better buckle up

Ducking behind a row of rigged carnival games, you let your work bag fall to the ground as you took a breather, wiping sweat and what looked like engine oil (but could be anything from burnt sugar to cremation ash) off your forehead. Taking a job as a ride mechanic had seemed like a good idea at the time; get into the park for free, discounts on funnel cake, access to all the shows. All you had to do was tighten a few bolts and make sure nobody got electrocuted too severely.

But here, like the rest of Hell, imps like you were disposable grunt workers and nobody gave two and a half shits if you were overworked or exhausted. Everything was broken or breaking. You were shocked (metaphorically and literally) your first day when you saw that behind the novelty prizes and shiny veneers, the park was just a rat’s nest of rusted metal, sharp edges, and exposed wiring. Mechanics were routinely crushed or mangled or fried, and within a day another had taken their place. So far, you’d managed to avoid the various death traps and make it a solid month, which made you one of the more senior employees.

Today was especially busy; there was some important fuck and his daughter at the park today, and orders were to keep the place running as smoothly as possible, though “smooth” was a relative term. It had seen you running like a maniac from one end of the park to the other, your uniform shirt coming untucked from your grease-stained pants as you jogged from one disaster to the next. Predictably, as soon as you had a second to take a breath, your phone went off, the splintering chitter of its message alert drilling into your ears.

Another mechanic was down, this one working to repair one of the main acts. You groaned, big machines you were fine with, but intricate wiring and robotics? Not your strong suit. And this was the top-billed show, the most loved (or most feared) performer the park had to offer. Fizzarolli himself. You hadn’t seen the show yet, and his ominous circus tent was one of the only places you hadn’t yet been called to to fix something, but since you were currently the most senior mechanic on staff at the moment, and seeing how RoboFizz had just crushed his last mechanic, the job fell unfortuitously to you.

Fantastic.

You sighed and slung your tool bag over your shoulder, walking briskly through the crowds to hastily erected circus tent, which had been cleared of people for the time being. You took a deep breath before ducking inside, blinking a bit as your eyes adjusted from the bright light of midday to the dim green glow that filled the tent. Some benches were knocked over, a few still had blood spatter on them, but you'd straighten that up later. At the moment, your focus was on the shadowed figure bent in unnatural angles slumped on the stage. His eyes and grinning mouth were lit with the same dull green, and they narrowed to slits when they saw you.

"Its about ti-time you got here, toots!" He laughed, the sound skipping like a damaged record. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you knelt behind Fizz to access his mainframe; at least the rides didn't talk.

"Yeah yeah, its busy work keeping this shithole operating, sue me." A few twists with a screwdriver, and the panel popped free, exposing the tangled wires and hydraulics, and you groaned inwardly. This kind of detailed work was way beyond your level of experience.

"Ya waiting for a formal invitation ba-ba-back there, tinker? Get moving, I've got an audience waiting!"

"Hell's sake, keep your bells on. I'm not exactly a robotics expert." Clamping a small flashlight in your teeth, you started to poke around inside the hydraulics, looking for any leaks or broken connections. Not seeing anything right away, you probed deeper, focused on finding the problem in the less than adequate lighting. Had you been more experienced in dealing with robots, you would have perhaps remembered to inspect the outer body for any exposed wiring. As it happens, you did not, and your inexperience led you to brush against an exposed set of wires that threw sparks and burned a dark, circular mark on the back of your hand. The pain made you jerk back on instinct, yelping and cursing. It took you a moment to notice that the posture of the clown had changed, straightening from his slumped position with his head cocked sharply to the side. With the soft ratchet of moving machinery, Fizz turned his head 180 degrees to look at you, and you noticed more quickly now that his stare had changed as well. Before, it felt derisive, a touch irritated behind the ever present smile he'd been programmed with. But now there was more intent inside the green, more interest...almost as if he were leering at you.

"Ohhh," he rasped, "so its gonna be that kind of show?"

You were confused, until you noticed a dot of red within the green, a new light in the mainframe, with tiny lettering indicating what new function your little spasm had switched on.

18+ Mode On

Your eyes widened as the reality of your little mistake finally began to sink in. It was a well known fact that Fizz had an “adult” mode, mainly for private shows where wads of cash exchanged hands behind closed doors. Sometimes, the crowds at night were bigger than the crowds during the day. Sure, on a lonely night or two, you’d wondered just what a sex-capable robot clown could do and if shelling out a small fortune would be worth it. Now, it seemed, you were about to get an accidental freebie.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetcheeks.” Fizz got to his feet with a whir and a shower of yellowish sparks, his body jerking so that the back panel slammed shut, hiding his exposed mechanics and thwarting any attempt you might have made to switch his mode. From somewhere within the tent, jaunty calliope music began to play, the pitch slow and wavering at first, like playing a record on the wrong speed. “So what’s your ple-pleasure, sweet stuff? Your ol’ pal Fizzarolli can do it all-upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, you name it.”

“I...uh…” Your entire body felt numb, frozen, unable to do much more than stare as he advanced toward you, looming over you with that malevolent, leering grin still on his fanged mouth. “I’m not...I mean, I don’t…”

Fizz paused, his head once more cocking sharply to the side as he regarded you, then he let out a laugh, the bells on his hat jingling as his head did a complete roll on his shoulders. “Aww, looks like someone’s sh-shy! Don’t worry, tinker,” he growled in a smug, condescending tone, reaching down to pat you on the head. “I’ll take the reins on this one. You just sit back and enjo-jo-joy the show!”

With a sinister chuckle, he lunged for you, wrapping his entire body around you like an electronic boa constrictor, that laugh still buzzing in your ear as he coiled tight, then unwound himself, flinging your body towards the ceiling of the tent. There was barely any time for you to pull breath into your lungs to scream, and then suddenly, you weren’t falling anymore. Something else was wrapped around you, something cold and biting as steel. Around each wrist, each ankle, your waist, and your neck, whiplike appendages were wound, thin and covered in shifting metal plates. You were being held in midair, suspended like a puppet; if the advertisements you’d seen plastered around the park were any clue, you would guess that you were getting a taste of the “real tentacle action” Fizz boasted. Indeed, from within the loose panel on his back was where the appendages seemed to originate.

As he stalked closer, you gulped, the sickly green glow of his eyes bathing your face and throwing your shadow in harsh relief against the canvas wall. Fizz wasted no time, and with only a deranged giggle as a warning, he shoved his hand beneath the untucked hem of your shirt to slide into your pants, cold hand cupped firmly between your legs. Barely a sound had left you, everything happening so fast you could barely process, let alone react, but a moan left you now, the silk of his glove and the ruffle around his wrist feeling so strange and yet so good as they brushed against your most sensitive parts. Fizz chuckled, or at least, he attempted to, the sound glitching into a series of strange beeps in response to your apparent openness to his touch.

"Boy, hardly touched at all and you're already moaning? You must need it ba-bad, impling." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, and you shied away from those sharp teeth, so close to your face. Without warning, that hand between your legs began to vibrate, and you yelped, wriggling in your bonds.

"Ohhh...oh fuck…!"

"Like I said," he crooned. "That's the idea-ea-ea." The vibrations cranked up a notch, and you could no longer keep still, your breath coming faster, tail thrashing behind you out of sheer pleasure. Truthfully, it had been a long time; when you were fighting to keep a roof over your head and passing out from near exhaustion the second you returned home at night, there wasn't much time to try and get laid. It was lonely and it sucked, but that's life. Now, touched for the first time in what could have been centuries for all you knew, your toes curled inside your work boots, tears forming in your eyes as your hips bucked against his hand. It was so good, so fucking good, and with every increase in speed, your moans and cries got louder, more desperate, until-

"Ah-ah-ah, tinker, no you don't!" Suddenly that hand was gone, all stimulation withdrawn, and you whimpered. The tentacles around your extremities tightened in response. "You thought I was just gonna let you co-come so soon? Poor, dumb little imp-slut, it ain't gonna be that easy."

You swore, your teeth bared in an impotent snarl, but the clown only laughed, more carnival-striped tentacles unfurling and wrapping around you, the metal cold against your overheated skin. Now fully immobile, you were lifted higher, splayed out, shaking and wanting. The new appendages began to nudge and press around your body, seemingly exploring your form while the clown stepped between your spread legs, hands groping at your trembling thighs. His smirk was near evil, merciless, piercing as a laser as he watched his tentacles divest you of every stitch of clothing, torn and tossed aside without care. The tips of his jester hat brushed along your legs as he leaned closer to your core, mouth opening to graze the tips of his sharp teeth along your inner thighs, chuckling when you writhed, uncertain if you were trying to pull away or get closer. “Please,” you whimpered, not quite knowing what you were begging for, your body reduced to firing synapses and electric pulses of pure need.

Again, that mocking giggle issued from somewhere behind his sharp teeth. “Begging now, slut? You really want it tha-a-at bad, huh?” His open mouth neared your center, and you noticed now that there was heat coming from him, like the brush of warm breath, and saw a faint reddish glow shining from somewhere within his maw. “Want Ol’ Fizz to make you come again and a-again like the greedy little tramp you are?”

“Yes,” you choked out, so far past caring how desperate you sounded. “Yes, please, please, please!”

A soft whir was your only warning before something long, warm, and slippery was sliding between your legs; your body spasmed, jerking against the restraining appendages, your head lifting to see his striped tongue pressing against you, coated in shiny lubricant. He licked experimentally at you, seeing how much pressure you liked and where you were most sensitive, continuing his brutal teasing as the needle-sharp tips of his fingers raked down your thighs, nearly drawing blood. Then that mouth opened impossibly wide, eyes narrowed to knowing slits as that tongue probed at your entrance, nudging against it before shoving inside with no warning. Gasps and choked half-words fell from your lips at the delicious stretch of being suddenly, violently filled, his tongue twisting and pushing, the stripes not just for decoration but denoting a raised, almost ribbed texture.

When it began to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t help but scream.

He cooed filth up at you, still able to talk despite his mouth being wrapped around you, voice distorted from the vibrations. Yellowish sparks would issue from his limbs as he fought to keep you still, burning against your skin like vicious little kisses. You weren’t coaxed to the edge so much as dragged toward it, your orgasm slamming into you with near physical force. The clench and thrashing of your body didn’t slow him; if anything, the vibrations intensified, more tentacles issuing from him to stroke and tease other erogenous zones, your entire body his to play with, helpless against his ruthless pursuit of your ruin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he ripped your pleasure from your body with no care to be gentle, teeth and hands leaving marks in their wake. You were his slut, his eager imp-whore, his pretty little toy; at least, you didn’t deny it when he growled these claims up at you. As long as he didn’t stop, you would be anything he wanted.

But while he couldn’t grow tired or drained, you certainly could, and through a veil of tears you begged him to stop, half afraid that he wouldn’t. Fizz paused, then slowly unwound himself from around your violently shaking form, tentacles disappearing back inside the panel they had come from. He regarded you curiously, still grinning as you collapsed in a boneless, shaking heap, unable to do much except pant for breath. Finally, you looked up at him with hazy eyes, your sweaty hair falling limply in your face.

“Didn’t you have a show to do?”

Fizz threw back his head and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling merrily, a stark contrast to the cold, malicious sound of his glee. “Not the sharpest t-t-tool in the shed, huh, tinker? Look around; you a-are the show.”

To your horror, you could see dozens of yellow eyes pinned to your naked form, imps of all shapes and sizes, eyeing you hungrily. The light of day outside the tent was gone, and the depraved crowds that only came around at night had filtered in while you were...preoccupied. Ruby skin turned a mortified burgundy as you scrambled to cover yourself with any scraps of your clothing you could find, but Fizz wrapped his arms around you and hauled you to your feet, his arm secure around your waist as he bowed to his audience-your audience. They began to applaud, some whistling, others throwing out lewd comments. Fizz pulled you into his side, the hand on your waist slipping just a little lower.

“Seems like we make a pretty good duo, dollface,” he rasped, showing off his pointed teeth in a lascivious grin that at your already weak knees nearly buckling. “Whaddya say we gi-gi-give them an encore?”

#helluva boss #robofizz #honk honk buzz buzz welcome to robot clown hell

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spruceplank · 5 years ago

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Here is Home

Impulse isn't anything special. He does his job in simple but effective ways just like the machines he builds. He can't do anything special. He isn't anything special. So he keeps working until he breaks. And when he breaks, it's not a simple fix. When he breaks, he breaks beyond repair.

Warnings for: Temporary character death, starvation, and overworking to death

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Tango is like fire. He's warm and bright. Strength visible even when the embers smolder down under the weight of the world. A comfortable warmth and the crackle of burning logs of a fire in the winter. He should burn with every touch he gives but instead there's only warmth seeping through his fingertips like lava flowing down a mountain side at every passing touch.

Zedaph is like the wind. Soft and gentle summer breezes yet also fierce and howling storms. Ever changing and shifting through anything to reach his goals. Pushing anything and anyone forward with ease, his strength unwavering just as his faith. At his softest he eases calmness into weary souls and at his most energetic he's a whirlwind dragging the world with him.

Impulse isn't anything special. He can't provide strength through words alone. He can't do fancy tricks with his creations or build amazing things that make people stare in awe. His machines simply do their job just as he does. Working until soreness is so deep in his bones he would feel off without the constant background aching. He works and works to even measure up to being a fraction of what the others can be. Toiling away at perfect farms with exactly just the right amount of productivity to be simple but still effective. He builds farms as easily as he could build a crafting table at this point. The repetitive labor and click of redstone signals make him feel as if maybe he's doing something good enough to measure up to the others. Maybe this will be enough.

But it's never enough. Not when he looks at the desert he helped Bdubs and Tango to level out for Cub. Where there's now a massive pyramid full of mini games that only seems to grow by the day. Not when he enters the shopping district and sees grass where mycelium used to be. Where there's mini diamonds hanging from the trees and the diamond throne looming over him from town hall. Not when he sees the other's builds, with their massive scale and detailed nature.

He shifts his entire base one block and even though it takes hours and hours of work it feels like nothing compared to what he's seen the others make. He builds more and more farms so he doesn't have to think about that. He only works and works until he runs out of blocks. Then he gathers more resources then he'll ever reasonably need and works until those are gone too.

Tango and Zedaph come over and force him to sleep occasionally but he usually doesn't sleep long to begin with. There's too much work he has to do. Sometimes he doesn't even know what he's working on anymore. What's even the point? But he doesn't stop and think about it. He only works harder. He's nothing special, just like the machines he builds. He does his job in simple but effective ways. He works and works and works some more. His bed remains untouched and his food supply runs dangerously low but he doesn't pay any mind to those. He still has more work he needs to do. He always has work he needs to do.

He isn't anything special. He can't fly as if it's second nature like Grian can. He can't build castles on cliff tops that look as if they're paintings like Bdubs can. He can't tune note blocks so they play songs in a constant flow of melodies like Etho can. He can't craft art from blank sheets like Beef can. He can't make armor stands into scenes of life like Cleo can. He can't spin words and wisdom into poetry like Joe can. He can't wield a sword as easily as breathing like False and Wels can. He can't do anything special. So he keeps working.

He doesn't realize he isn't like his machines until it's too late. His machines aren't alive, they don't need to do anything other than work. He isn't like his machines at all. His machines run and could run forever if he needed them to. He had forgotten he can't do the same. He can break. And when he breaks, it's not a simple fix. When he breaks, he breaks beyond repair.

ImpulseSV died of starvation

TangoTek: Impulse buddy? You good?

Renthedog: Did you forget to grab more food when you grabbed more supplies or something dude?

FalseSymmetry: Should someone go check on him?

Iskall85: Probably should, it's not like any of us should starve to death.

StressMonster101: Iskall's right, there's never a shortage of food on this server why would he have died from starvation?

Zedaph: Impulse? You there?

iJevin: Would he have dropped his communicator before respawning?

Cubfan135: He would've respawned with it if that were the case.

Grian: Impulse? Can you tell us you're at least reading these?

GoodtimeswithScar: Who's the closest to his base?

Whisper from TangoTek: Imp? Buddy? You okay? You're kind of freakin me out with the silence act.

Whisper from Zedaph: Impy please respond you're worrying me.

XisumaVoid: I'll teleport over to him since he seems to not be answering give me a moment.

MumboJumbo: What are the odds he just has his communicator on silent?

Docm77: When you respawn it automatically shuts that off, it can't be on silent.

Teleport XisumaVoid to ImpulseSV

Teleport failed

Teleport ImpulseSV to XisumaVoid

Teleport failed

XisumaVoid: Whoever is near Impulse's base head there now I can't teleport

iJevin: On my way

Keralis: Shishwammy can't teleport?

XisumaVoid: Something in the code is glitched, but for the life of me I can't see anything wrong with it

iJevin: Uh X I need you here now

Teleport XisumaVoid to iJevin

TangoTek: X? Is Imp okay?

Zedaph: Jevin? What's going on?

iJevin: He isn't here

Bdouble0: I'm in the shopping district should I go look for him?

iJevin: No, his stuff is here, but he isn't

ZombieCleo: What does that mean?

XisumaVoid: It means he didn't respawn

There's nothing. He's aware of nothing and knows of nothing. He merely exists. He thinks he should be somewhere but he doesn't know where. He doesn't have the energy to figure it out. He should just go back to sleep. That's what he'd been doing right? That's what he should do. He should sleep. There isn't anything else he needs to do. He isn't anyone who needs to be anywhere. He can simply sleep.

"What in the… What are you doing here?"

There's a voice. It's familiar but different. Rougher, sadder, more tired than it should be. He thinks he knows the voice. But he doesn't know who. He doesn't have the energy to place the voice to a name. He doesn't even have a name.

"Hey, Hey…… Wake up…… Hey…….. Wake up……"

He can't wake up. There's no need for him to be awake. He doesn't need to wake up. There's no reason for him to keep going. He doesn't serve any purpose. He doesn't do anything necessary. He isn't anyone special.

"Dammit you're really going to make me take you back myself aren't you?"

He doesn't have anywhere he needs to be. He doesn't belong anywhere. He isn't anyone special.

"When X bans me again, I will find a way around it to come make your life miserable."

Someone grabs him. He didn't realize he was simply floating until now. There's something hard yet slightly warm beneath him. Arms under him that hold him up. He feels weightless as he did before. He doesn't have any reason to fight. He simply doesn't care enough to move.

"You're lucky my brother is too much of a derp to realize he needs to ban me again to keep me out of the new world."

Brother? He doesn't know anyone with a brother. Actually he doesn't know anyone at all. He doesn't know anyone or anything. He simply is and that's all there is to know. It's easiest this way. Simple yet effective.

"I don't know what you managed to do that's caused you to wind up like this but if I have to deal with my brother and your friends asking me thirty thousand questions you owe me another one on top of this for bringing you back."

His friends? What is a friend? Does he have those? And bring him back where? He's already where he needs to be. He doesn't need to do anything or be anyone. He is simply here. He can just sleep.

"You really are all perfect for each other huh? Just a bunch of derps. I'm taking your things for the headache dealing with the rest of your derp family is going to give me when I had no part in this."

His family? He didn't have a family. He was alone.

"Forget it, clearly your code is more messed up than even I thought it was finding you in the void."

His code? The void? Nothing made sense. The arms under him gripped him tighter against a hard surface. It should hurt shouldn't it? Yet it was familiar in a comforting way. He could hear a steady beat echoing in his mind. He should go back to sleep. The arms around him tightened but only silence answered him as he finally drifted away.

"Exy!" Zedaph calls delighted at the man's sudden appearance. His delight crumbles into fear as he notices the sleeping figure in Ex's arms.

Though he momentarily hesitates, Ex simply forces his nerves away with an eye roll and snaps at the blonde, "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"Ex, how, how are you here?" Xisuma stares at his brother in bewildered confusion. He had banned Ex hasn't he? But seeing his brother walk in with the very person he's been unable to find any trace of is a weight off his shoulders he didn't know was settling there.

"You didn't ban me from this world." Ex states as if it was that simple.

Tango ignores X's gaping, Zedaph's silent fear and pushes forward towards Ex. He glances at the still form of his best friend asleep and dead to the world before looking up at Ex. Tango's voice wavers between disbelief and hope as he asks, "How did you find him?"

"You said he wasn't where he should be so I looked in the place where things wind up when they don't know where else to go." Ex explains. He stands awkwardly in the doorway. Not quite moving forward into the room but not running away.

"You can read chat?" Xisuma questions.

"The place where things wind up when they don't know where else to go?" Zedaph asks right after. Both of them turn to look at each other before facing back to Ex with unreadable expressions.

"I can do all the things you can do Xisuma, don't tell me you've forgotten." Ex explains without actually answering. He sighs like it's enough to hide his feelings on the situation when he begrudgingly answers Zedaph, "Yes when things don't know where else to go they all end up in the same place."

"But you haven't done anything -" Xisuma starts but Ex is tired of this already.

"Because I don't want to do anything. I wouldn't even be here if I hadn't found one of your derpy friends lost in the void." Ex pushed back, voice raised over his brother’s. The two stare at each other as if having a silent conversation when Tango speaks up.

"The void? Why was Imp there?" Tango pushes looking between the two brothers.

"It's where things that have nowhere else to go wind up." Ex explains as if the answer is as simple as he puts it.

Zedaph stutters before anxiously speaking, "But he has a place, he has a home here. How did-"

"Ask him not me. I simply found him and brought him back." Ex states calmly over where Zedaph nervously trails off.

"Why though?" Xisuma questions like he's unsure if the person before him is actually Ex.

Ex rolls his eyes but answers his brother all the same, "Because he's just as much of a derp as you are and the void isn't a place for any human."

"But you were in the void." Zedaph counters, voice laced with worry.

"And I'm not human, don't lump me in with the rest of you derps." Ex complains.

Tango looks between the man in the entryway and his friend dead asleep to the world with worry, "Why didn't he respawn? Why won't he wake up?"

"His code's all glitched. Something went wrong somewhere. That or he didn't want to respawn." Ex answers Tango's questions though he faces Xisuma as he speaks.

"Can you fix the code?" Zedaph asks, voice hopeful.

Ex rolls his eyes at the blonde, "Not my job besides I don't have the right things I'd need to do it anyways. That's all on Xisuma."

Xisuma seems to relax for the first time since Ex appeared. He looks between his hermits and his brother who carries the sleeping form of another hermit gently yet protectively and makes his decision, "It would go loads faster if you stayed and helped me Ex."

"Like I said not my job." Ex pushes, eyes wary.

"Please help fix Impulse Exy." Zedaph pleads with hopeful eyes.

"I told you not to call me that!" Ex yells sharply but there's no threat behind his words.

"Just give it a rest Exy, it's not changing." Tango chimes in with a smile.

"You're both insufferable." Ex groans but doesn't move even as the other two surge forward to his side.

"And yet you still hang out with us." Zedaph comments cheerfully as he flutters to Ex's side and looks sadly at his friend who sleeps undisturbed by their conversation.

"Come on you three, let's move over towards the bed to work so we can let Impulse sleep while me and Ex work." Xisuma says, already walking the other way. Despite all of the hesitation before, Ex moves to follow without thinking.

"Wait, why are we coming there?" Tango questions looking between the two brothers confused.

"Because you two are going to tell me when and how you managed to get Ex to be your friend. I certainly don't remember this in the past." Xisuma informs his hermits with gentle warmth in his voice. He crosses the room without hesitation but rather new found confidence with the others not far behind.

"Wait why isn't Exy telling you?" Zedaph argues half heartedly. Fluttering along next to Ex with occasional glances at Impulse.

"He wouldn't tell me even if I threatened him." Xisuma says as if the answer is that simple. He stops on the other side of the bed they crossed the room towards, not paying attention to the others as the approach but rather pulling up screens of code at his fingertips.

With the same care he used carrying the man, Ex bends over to rest Impulse on the bed. At Xisuma's comment, Ex snorts, "What do you know, you can learn."

"Not even back five minutes and I already regret ever missing you." Xisuma fires back. His fingers dancing over holographic screens as numbers and letters blink in and out of sight.

"You missed me?" Ex asks warily, voice betraying him as it wavers. Vulnerable for a moment before it's gone again behind false bravado.

"Come on let's begin." Xisuma states, dodging the question. Fingers flick screens over the bed to his brother without hesitation.

"Just going to ignore the question? Rude, I can't believe I missed you too." Ex retorts, fingers already moving across the screens before he’s even finished talking.

"I didn't think you were capable of such." Xisuma fires back though there’s no heat to his words. There’s screens appearing and reappearing beneath his fingertips as he bickers with his brother. Occasionally he’ll swipe a few over to Ex who merely catches them with practiced ease.

Ex sighs, "You are just as insufferable as they are. Now are we fixing this or not?"

"Careful brother, someone might think you care." Xisuma comments, though his face is hidden by his helmet, it's easy to hear the smile in his voice.

"I hate all of you." Ex grumbles as he works.

"We love you too." Zedaph interjects smiling as he and Tango watch the scene in front of them with awe.

The two continue to work in the silence that comes to rest over the room. To Xisuma’s side another window pops up as Tango pulls out his communicator to update the others.

TangoTek: Good news Impulse will hopefully be okay

WelsKnight: Why does it feel like there’s a catch?

TangoTek: Well the bad news is I can’t say for certain yet

FalseSymmetry: But you guys found him?

TangoTek: Yeah he’s here

GoodtimeswithScar: How did you find him?

TangoTek: We didn’t, Ex did

Cubfan135: Ex? He’s here?

Zedaph: Yeah Exy’s here helping Xisuma

Iskall85: Exy? And you lived?

Renthedog: Only you Zedaph, only you

Docm77: X is okay with this?

Grian: Wait who’s Exy?

TangoTek: Exy or Ex is X’s brother

Joehills: Oh its brother now?

Bdouble0: But Impulse will be okay?

Zedaph: Hopefully!

Keralis: :D

Zedaph: :D

“If all of your hermits start calling me Exy I’m going to smite you all to the void.” Ex pipes up despite having not looked away from the screens in front of him.

“Your threats would hold a lot more weight if I couldn’t tell you were lying.” Xisuma points out, barely hiding his amusement.

Ex merely sighs deeper before grumbling, “Your ban would’ve been a lot more effective if you had kept me in the void rather than simply keeping me out of that world.”

For once Xisuma actually stops working. His fingers pause mid motion as the screens all slightly lower with his hands and he looks at Ex. He looks at his brother and carefully says, “That was never the reason for banning you and you know it.”

Ex however doesn’t stop working as he talks, “So you knew it was there.”

“Not until it was too late.” Xisuma slowly moves the screens back up and begins to work again. There’s a hesitation in his movements though and many unsaid things hang heavy in the air between the two brothers. Xisuma’s own regrets and sorrows smack dab in the middle as his voice nearly wavers.

“And when it mistook me for you?” Ex questions, still not looking up from where his fingers fly across screens.

Xisuma pauses again. He pauses and looks down at the ground, voice tight with remorse as he says, “I didn’t have any other solution.”

“You are the worst at dealing with your emotions, you know that?” Ex pushes several screens over to Xisuma but he pauses to look at his brother before going back to work for just a moment.

“You’re one to talk.” Xisuma fires back, fingers already zipping across the screens once more.

Ex pauses now. In a true mirror of his brother he looks anywhere but Xisuma before finally facing forward and questioning, “Did it ever-”

“Find? No, no it didn’t thankfully.” Xisuma cuts off with a short nod. Ex’s shoulders sag a little like he’s lost some of the tension he - no doubtly holds on his shoulders just as Xisuma does.

“Well at least that's one less thing to worry about.” Ex admits sounding almost relieved. The two work in silence for another minute or so longer until Ex stops suddenly with a whispered curse under his breath.

Xisuma’s eyes snap up to his brother, “Did you find what’s causing this?”

“Yes and you’re not going to like it.” Ex admits hesitantly, his fingers hovering over screens but not pushing them over.

“Let me see…” Xisuma trails off as he waves the screens over to himself, dismissing the others to the side. He reads whatever is on the screen quickly before sucking in a large breath and stuttering out, “...Oh my goodness me… how did you?”

“You got the same thing before you know.” Ex informs Xisuma like the knowledge they’re sharing is somehow dangerous.

“I did?” Xisuma questions.

Ex sighs, “Ages ago, but yes, you did.”

“But you fixed it, can you do it again?” Xisuma pushes, voice wavering slightly as he nearly pleads out right.

Ex shakes his head, “No I can’t, but you and your little hermits can.”

For the first time in several days, Xisuma breathes a sigh of relief, “Well I certainly don’t know enough about that to lead it well, you’ll just have to stay here and help me.”

Tango groans loudly. Interrupting whatever the two brothers would have continued to dance around with his dramatic gestures and loud accusations, “You two are the worst brothers ever! Can you not just say what you mean to one another and get it over with?! Or do you always have to speak in riddles around each other? Just tell him you want him to stay X!”

Xisuma recoils slightly at Tango’s accusations but attempts to stand his ground, "Tango you-"

Zedaph however is having none of it as well, "Exy would stay if you asked him to stay sincerely Xisuma. I know he missed you as much as you missed him."

They’re all interrupted when Ex barks out a laugh, "Your little hermits will never cease to amaze me with just how nosy they can be 'Suma."

"Well someone has to keep X from getting too lonely! We all know he'd never say anything on his own!" Tango grins widely at the brothers like he’s proud of this knowledge. As if it's something he will personally fix.

"Yeah! Just like you Exy!" Zedaph agrees with his own grin to the two brothers.

Ex glares at the two hermits and deadpan says, I'm going to smite you both."

Tango just laughs at that, "Cool, another threat of smiting for my tally board, now how do we fix Impulse?"

"We wake him up." Xisuma states.

"That's it? We just wake him up?" Zedaph asks in disbelief.

"It's not that simple." Ex pipes up looking pointedly at his brother.

Xisuma merely ignores Ex as he continues speaking to Tango and Zedaph, "He has to feel safe enough to wake up."

"Feel safe enough?" Tango questions slowly, sounding out each word as if they’re a foreign concept to him.

"But he is safe! This is his home!" Zedaph cries looking rapidly between the two brothers.

Ex merely nods down to where Impulse hasn’t moved, "And he has yet to even budge. It's not home enough for him."

"We have to help him feel safe." Xisuma informs his hermits, voice gentle yet unwavering as he says, "That's why I need your help."

Tango and Zedaph share a look before Tango turns back to the brothers with a wide grin, "Well what are we waiting for then? We have work to do, chop chop people!"

It's warm. A comfortable warmth like a fire in the dead of winter. There's the sound of half concealed laughter and hushed whispers swaying around him like a gentle breeze. He feels calm. He feels safe. He thinks of resting but something tells him he is needed awake. He's tired in a way he doesn't remember being tired before but if he's needed awake then he guesses he should wake up. How does he do that again?

There's movement at his side. Where is he again? He actually isn't sure this time. He doesn't remember the others insisting on a sleepover. Someone laughs nearby and it takes a moment but he manages to put a name to the laugh, that's Tango who's laughing.

"And he laughed at you? You sold the man some bones, accepted his sad payment of 12 bamboo, and he laughed at you?" Tango's voice is bright. Laughter caught between words as he speaks.

"Yeah he did, even showered himself with diamonds as I left. Mega annoying that hobbit was, glad to see him gone though his replacement isn't much better." Another voice loud and bright with laughter. He knows this voice as well but he can't think of a name for it. He remembers green and a solid presence. But a name escapes him. It bothers him that he can't seem to put a name to the voice.

"I do keep seeing it come up in chat, what even is hermit challenges?" A new voice asks and he knows this one too. Zedaph sits somewhere nearby, conversing with Tango and the other person.

There's a noise of uncertainty, "Your guess is as good as mine. I swear he just makes this stuff up on the spot."

"How does he say it again?" Someone asks but he doesn't hear well enough to know who.

"He-yer-metee-chall-eng-ges" The other person sounds out and he mentally yells at himself for not remembering who's voice that is.

"Hener-matey-chall-geng-ges?" Someone - Zedaph, attempts to a chorus of laughter.

"No, no start low and then go up" Someone encourages cheerfully.

"He-yer-metee chall-eng-ges?" The second attempt seems to work it as the others cheer.

"There you go!" Iskall exclaims loudly, hi-fiving whomever guessed right. Iskall, he knows Iskall, he knows these people. The other hermits. They're all trusted friends. This, wherever this is, as long as he's with the hermits, then that's home. This is his home. He is safe here.

As he blinks his eyes open, he feels like he hasn't seen light for years at the way it burns. Hissing he screws his eyes shut and groans at the sudden amount of pain he finds himself in. There’s the sounds of murmuring and shuffling as a hand comes to rest over his eyes, blocking out any light. A familiar voice not unlike one he remembers hearing before, speaks, “Easy there my friend give yourself some time to adjust.”

The voice is familiar but not quite the same as before; lighter and happier though still tired underneath. It's one of the voices he’d be able to recognize anywhere. His throat is sore but he still needs to be certain so he ignores the scratchy feeling in his throat and how horrible he sounds when he asks, “....X?”

“Yes, you gave us all quite the scare Impulse.” Xisuma informs him.

He can't remember what he did at all, “I… what happened?”

There's more shuffling and he thinks he hears a door but everything is already too loud as it is. He barely even gets his bearings well enough from a sudden spike of dizziness to hear someone say, “Well, we were hoping you could tell us that actually.”

“Zed?” He asks hesitantly. He can't be wrong about that being Zedaph's voice. He wouldn't forget one of his best friend's voices.

There's a relieved exhale before a warm voice speaks up as well, “Yeah and I’m here too buddy.”

“Tango? What’s, where am I?” He pushes verbally for answers as Xisuma still holds his hand over Impulse's eyes, not letting him even try to attempt sitting up.

“We’re at Bdubs’ little village.” Tango tells him. That makes sense, something about the air here felt familiar in a way. But he still has questions.

“Who else is here?” He questions as he tries to push against Xisuma who doesn't even move. He is so disoriented and confused. Why wouldn't anyone tell him more? Why did he have to push for answers? What happened?

“Everyone.” Xisuma tells him. Everyone is here? What happened? What weren't they telling him?

He's near panic when no one says anything else and he has to push for answers again, “Everyone? Why? What happened?”

“You died of starvation and I found you in the void.” A familiar voice states with no tone for doubt about the facts just shared. He stops struggling against Xisuma who holds him down merely by force of presence alone when he processes what he's heard. Actually for a moment, he nearly thinks it's Xisuma speaking but he knows it can't be. Aside from the clear change in tone and attitude, the voice sounds rougher, sadder, more tired than it should be.

“Wait… Exy?” He guesses though it's less of a guess and more of a reassurance he isn't completely delusional. Exy was here? What had happened that got Exy to show up? Wait he died of starvation? Wait Ex found him in the void?

Ex snorts and yep that's clearly Exy who hides his relief with annoyance, “If you wanted to thank me you wouldn’t use that terrible nickname anymore.”

He doesn't know how to process this information. He doesn't even know where to start, “I, how was I in the void?”

“Wait X,” Zedaph cuts in and Impulse can only assume he's the one who makes Xisuma let up. He is unsure what exactly he's slightly afraid of in the fact that X won't remove his hand from over Impulse's eyes but he is glad to be able to actually sit up, even if it's against a wall. Zedaph reaches out and grabs one of Impulse's hands, guiding it up to hold in front of him as something is pushed into his hold. Zedaph doesn't let go with the hand holding the outside of his own but uses his other now free hand to drag Impulse's other hand to help stabilize the glass bottle in his hold. He doesn't know what he's holding but Zedaph chuckles quietly and he feels himself relax a little at the familiarity. Warm hands pull away from his own as Zed speaks with soft reassurance, “Here Impy, drink this and eat something, you’ve been out for quite a while.”

“But-” He starts to argue though he's shot down immediately

“No buts mister!” Zed insists and Impulse knows if he doesn't listen with that tone he's not going to like it later.

Accepting his current fate of sitting in complete darkness and drinking some sort of potion (probably?), he still tries to get any answers he can, “Fine can someone at least tell me what's going on though? Why is everyone here? Why was I in the void?”

"We'll tell you after you drink that and eat something." Zed informs him with that same tone of voice that is very un-Zed like and concerning to hear.

"Can I at least get my sight back?" He tries, but it ends up sounding a lot more uncertain and afraid than he wanted it to.

"Impulse do you trust me?" Xisuma asks and that is unfair.

"Of course I trust you, I trust you with my life!" He insists not at all liking how this is playing out.

"Then trust me when I do this okay?" X continues and he does trust Xisuma with his life, that's not a lie but he can't help wanting to fight a little because there's something big that's happening or happened and no one is telling him anything! He wants to push and push but he loses all will to fight it anymore when he can hear X sigh in that same tired way he does when he thinks no one is around to hear and speaks in a quieter voice that's so unlike Xisuma he doesn't know what to do, "Please."

"Okay." He answers and that's really all he can do. Is answer and go along with it because he's downright terrified now. Did he kill someone? Did he hurt someone? Are they going to kick him out or Hermitcraft?

His mind's racing faster than his heart and he's sure his hands nearly grip the bottle in his hold so tight it'll shatter when there's a deep, aggravated sigh that can only come from Ex. There's a pause before he hears the floorboards creak and feels someone grab his hands and removes the bottle from them. There's a string of mumbled words he can't hear but knows that because it's Exy they're probably curses, when the bottle is shoved against his lips with a command, "Drink."

He really can't do anything but drink what he can now identify as a regen potion. He finally realizes just how awful he feels when it's effects start to kick in. Everything hurts. It hurts worse than any other pain he's known before and all the energy he thought he had falls away like sand beneath his feet by the time the bottles empty and he feels the potion take effect. He slumps backwards against what he previously thought to be the wall but now can tell is Xisuma's armor. His mind is still trying to go 3000 ticks per second but his body can't keep up and any panic he might've had fades into the background.

There's something warm and soft pushed at his hands again with another order he can't really refuse, "Eat."

Slowly he brings what he can tell, from touch and smell alone, is bread up to his face and eats. By the time he's handed several pieces and eaten them he feels exhausted. The hand on his eyes is long gone now, combing cold fingers through his hair instead and it feels nice. His eyes are long closed and would refuse to open even if he tried to do so. He is so tired. Maybe he should just sleep? He feels like he needs to ask the others something but it wouldn't feel so warm and safe if anything urgent was going on. Yeah, a little nap wouldn't hurt would it? He's out cold he even notices.

He actually sleeps this time. When he drifts in and out of awareness it's to shushing and soft reassurances he can go back to sleep. Sometimes the hand over his eyes is back and he's given something to drink or eat but for the most part he simply drifts in and out of various stages of awareness to the other hermits telling stories and talking.

"He's decided that instead of it being a proper punishment, it's now a problem I'm going to have to deal with and continues to make a mess in my base to store all these armor stands!" Someone, Cleo, complains with annoyance.

There’s a chuckle, from Cub, who then responds sounding smug, "Sounds like you might end up with a bit of a standoff there."

"I am going to turn your base into an underwater aquarium." Cleo threatens.

He fades back out of awareness. He wonders what the rest of the story is. He wonders if the others know he can hear them sometimes. He wonders if the others miss him.

He hears a laugh, that’s Mumbo’s laugh, and then he hears Mumbo ask, "How did you think to add mini mushrooms? What stroke of genius inspired you that much?"

"The mini mushrooms? Oh you mean the end rods and small block combo? They weren't really planned, I just happened to come up with it on the spot. They do look absolutely amazin' though I agree!" Scar says with excitement. He thinks he can hear Jellie purring but he isn’t sure.

“I- What? On the spot! Really?" Mumbo sputters in disbelief, sounding absolutely chuffed to bits as the man liked to say.

He wants to wake up. He wants to pay attention to these stories and conversations but even still, he's so tired. He can't even try to fight as sleep pulls him back under into nothingness.

There's a loud and exaggerated voice that only can belong to bdubs as he's telling a story, "So he gives me a bed, you know I love beds, and then later he asks me to sleep and of course I can't say no to that! Who would I even be?!"

"You didn't know about beds blowing up in the Nether?" Doc questions and he doesn't need to see to know Bdubs' annoyed reaction.

"NO! I DIDN'T! Why would it blow up? Of all things! Blow up? WHY!" Bdubs cries angrily only to be shushed by many people.

He wants to talk back. Wants to input his own thoughts and laughter into these exchanges. He misses the others. He hopes they miss him too. But, they all sound fine without him there. They all continue life as normal.

"So you like smooth jazz?" Etho asks.

Grian laughs and he can just imagine the look on the prankster's face when he answers, "If you can actually make note blocks sound like jazz music I'll let you put an automatic free glass sample under the entryway to the barge."

Etho chuckles quietly, "Now we're talking."

At some point he thinks they all seem to be enjoying themselves. They're all happy talking and chatting. They're all okay without him. He doesn't need to be here.

There's the slamming of a door against the wall that wakes him from his half asleep state with a startle. Loud footsteps echo as someone crosses the floor to yell, "Oh no you don't, not again!"

"Ex wait, he needs rest, don't-" Xisuma starts to interrupt but he misses what X says when Ex cuts over his brother's words.

Ex holds him up by his shirt and snarls, "Impulse if you even fucking dare think of leaving one more time I'm going to make you regret ever winding up like this in the first place!"

"Ex stop!" Xisuma orders but Ex turns his anger around on his brother.

With gritted teeth and a sharp edge, Ex pointedly tells Xisuma, "Stop me and you'll be following not long after him 'Suma. I will not stand here and watch it happen!"

Xisuma sputters, "But I-"

"Do me a favor and don't argue, we both know you'd be lying." Ex retorts.

"I…." X struggles to find the words to say as Ex simply huffs.

"That's what I thought." Ex says before he turns and grabs Impulse up by the shirt again and growls, "Impulse wake the fuck up or I'll flood Decked Out with lava."

"You wouldn't." He gasps, only half aware though his heart is racing.

"You know I would." Ex states as a fact and it's true, Impulse knows Ex would.

He struggles to find an answer as his mind can't seem to calm down from his abrupt awakening, "... Please don't, he's spent so long working on that."

"Always for others but never for yourselves. Why am I surrounded by fools?" Ex complains. He turns away, loosening his grip on Impulse as he yells over his shoulder, "Xisuma go get idiots one and three."

"Idiots one and three?" X questions.

"One, two," Ex says and Impulse can feel the finger Ex jabs at his chest on two before Ex finishes saying, "Three."

Xisuma sighs at Ex's nicknames before telling his brother, "Make sure he doesn't actually get up then."

"No I'll just let him up and about, of course I wouldn't! Now get!" Ex orders.

"Alright alright I'm going, goodness me." Xisuma's voice travels as he walks from the room, the door creaking slightly shut behind him but not closing all the way.

There's silence as Xisuma's light footsteps fade away before Ex turns back to Impulse, "So you figure out what happened to you yet?"

"I? What?" He asks, caught off guard by the question.

Ex helps him sit up right against the wall but doesn't let up the force behind his words, "You heard me."

He doesn't understand the question at all. He still can't see and now there's something noticeable over his eyes yet it feels more secure than a normal blindfold. Nothing about this is making any sense. Ex clears his throat and he rushes to at least answer with something, "No? Did I do something wrong? Why can't I see still?"

"Hardcoded blindfold, couldn't risk you hurting yourself trying to open your eyes." Ex explains quickly, sounding annoyed.

"Is this because I was in the void for a bit somehow?" He asks because he doesn't understand why Ex is so on edge suddenly. He doesn't know why he was dragged awake. He doesn't know what's even going on.

"A bit? You were there a week before I finally managed to find you." Ex informs him and he is immediately even more confused.

"A week? What-" He tries but Ex talks over him.

"Shut up and listen or I'll tell Xisuma I lied to him about what happened and you'll never find out the truth." Ex says on edge, words coming out as a hiss.

He gapes like a fish at where he assumes Ex before he connects enough of the situation to say, "Then start talking."

"It's called I.S. and I voided the original entry I dug up for 'Suma because I know he wouldn't be able to handle it so I lied to him about it. It's a glitch in the code of the world when an update comes through and invalidates part of a person's code, sending them to the void in a false ban." Ex explains so quickly that he fears he almost missed his inside as to what's going on.

"That's the lie?" He prompts, hopeful he didn't just miss his answers.

Ex groans but slows down his explanation to an understandable speed, "Yes, it's not an update glitch. It's an internally inflicted error glitch called Imposter Sequence. A player who meets a specific list of requirements and a certain percentage of difference in behavior is deemed by the internal protection of a whitelisted world as an imposter and banned from the world. Except due to how a whitelist works in the first place, it's a glitch. It's a glitch where someone who expresses extreme self doubt or self hatred who dies by working themselves to death through neglect to themselves winds up being soft banned from the world. You cannot return to the world or go to any other world. You do not respawn and you are not even aware of what's going on. You're lucky your admin happens to be a voidwalker or you would be dead by now."

None of that sounds real. It sounds way too extreme. Part of him admits to it being true but the other half still doesn't believe Ex. Not all the dots match up, "But you're the one who found me."

Ex curses under his breath before continuing his explanation, voice getting louder and louder, "Because my brother is just as much of an idiot as you are and has gotten himself in your exact situation before so I already knew what was going on. Furthermore, if you were in the void just a day longer before I found you, you would not have survived. The entry for Imposter Sequence in the admin code does not account for the admin being a voidwalker. The entry for Imposter Sequence ends by saying the player who is missing and believed to have become or been afflicted with Imposter Sequence is void banned. It's marked as a permadeath. Were you anyone else in the universe but a hermit who has two voidwalkers tied to their world you would be gone. You do not understand how close you were to being gone forever. You would've left everything and everyone behind. For what? For your own stupidity? You would have to be the biggest idiot in the universe to think that you weren't loved here, that you weren't wanted. You have one of the best possible lives and ways of living in this entire universe, do not throw that away as if it were nothing."

They wait in the silence. Only cut through by the sounds of their harsh breathing. His mind is racing and his head is spinning. Ex takes a few shaky breaths as he waits for Impulse to process what was just said. They're not alone anymore though as a sharp inhale echoes in the silence, "Ex…"

"Oh for fucks sake." Ex curses, rushed footsteps echo from across beyond room as Ex commands, "You two pull your heads out of your asses and make him believe, even a little, how wrong he was. I have a derp to find."

Ex leaves to go after Xisuma. Meaning he's now left alone with Tango and Zedaph who, based on X's reaction, have heard the whole explanation of what happened to him. He doesn't even know what to do other than wait for them to start yelling. Instead of yelling though, there's merely footfalls that come closer until they're at the side of the bed. He knows they won't hurt him but he's shaking because he's so afraid of what they'll think of him now. He screws his eyes shut tight and braces for something when there's a quiet whisper, “Imp…”

“You, you…” Zedaph starts to say. And he's so scared of whatever judgement he's about to face that his heart nearly jumps out of his chest when he's tackled backwards as Zed cries, “Absolute idiot! Impulse you big dummy!”

He barely manages to not smack his head unto the wall as Zedaph sobs into his shoulder, shaking like he's just as scared as Impulse is. “Oof, Zed, what-”

A hand on his shoulder makes him pause as Tango asks, “Imp, you don't really think that we don’t want you here do you?”

He feels like he's floating over the void after being blindsided by shulker bullets. He struggles to find the words to say, an explanation for his behavior, some sort of defense for his actions. But even to his own ears it all sounds like lies, “No of course not! We’re the hermits, we’re team zit, I just, I…”

“Tell us Impy, please, we’re a team remember. We face things together.” Zed pleads, his breath hitching as he hugs Impulse harder. He can feel the wet patch Zed’s tears have left on his shoulder and he feels horrible. He feels like the worst person in the universe because he made his friends worry and cry and suffer all for what? For his insecurity? He doesn't, he didn't think he deserved their support and friendship before all this. Now, now he finds it even hard to believe he deserves it.

“I just, I…” He struggles to say it. He can't admit this. Not to them, not to his two best friends. Two thirds of the whole they make, he can't do that to them. A part of his mind tells him that it's too late, that he's already done the damage and he thinks he's crying but he can't tell. He feels Zed hug him harder and Tango’s hand on his shoulder and he can't lie to them. He can't lie to these two. So he tells them the truth, “I just, I just don’t think I’m anything special that's all.”

He hears Zed’s breath hitch and can feel the way Tango seems to recoil as the hand on his shoulder grips tighter. Tango inhales sharply but he can't seem to find the words to say as he hesitates to say, " Impulse, buddy-"

He can't help but blurt out, "It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud but that's…"

That's why he's in this mess. Because he's nothing special. Because he's not like the others. Because he's not good enough. He's not good enough to be here. Not good enough to be a hermit. Not good enough to be their friend. Not good enough to be anything.

"Impulse what does the I in team zit stand for?" Tango asks suddenly.

"Me?" He hesitantly answers. Was it a trick question or something?

"Yeah, team zit can't exist without you. We'd just be ZT and that just sounds lame. You're irreplaceable to us. Not even just us but to hermitcraft as a whole." Tango says and he wants to believe it. He wants to believe it so badly.

"But…" But he doesn't believe it. He can't bring himself to believe it at all. He's not special. He's nothing special. Everyone else is so amazing and he's just, he's just here too.

The room is quiet and he prepares for the inevitable but it doesn't come. Zedaph lets go of him only to shuffle over to his side as Tango sits on the bed too. Both of them trap him in a side hug and he can't do anything but surrender his arms as the other two hug an arm each close to their chests. Both Zedaph and Tango take a hand into their own and hold it tight. He can't help the sharp inhale he takes as he's kept there in the moment by the hands holding his own.

It's Zedaph who starts talking first as he explains what happened after Impulse vanished, "There were set groups to explore different parts of the entire server all week. You died, never responded to chat, X couldn't teleport to you and then said you just hadn't respawned. We searched everywhere we could think of. Bdubs didn't even sleep until the third day when Etho more or less blocked him in and watched him so he couldn't escape. Ren and Grian didn't sleep at all and Xisuma had to teleport them back from tens of thousands of blocks away because they had gone so far X got a warning of how far away they were."

He's barely given time to process Zed’s words as Tango continues where Zedaph left off, "You're the one who's built so many innovations that so many of us use. The villager breeding system most of us use? You built it. The item filters most of us use? You built that? Your base itself is colossal and is full of so many different farms you had Doc and Mumbo looking like kids on Christmas when we all first got together to split into search parties. You can break bedrock without any fancy magic other than redstone and your own two hands. You owned the shop basically every hermit used in season six not to mention the gold farm. There are things you've contributed and things you've done no one else could do or has thought to do."

He feels overwhelmed. There's no way this is the truth but he can't even formulate why these two, his best friends, would ever lie to him as Zed keeps going, "The entire server stopped working for an entire week trying to find you. You vanishing had Xisuma more frazzled than either of us had ever seen and definitely more than the 1.14 update. Joe and Cleo had to knock X unconscious to get him to stop working. Cub and Iskall combed through the code for so long they started to talk in code too. We contacted other worlds and people and no one could find you."

“All of that, for me?” He wonders out loud in disbelief. Because he really can't believe it. Logically he knows they would have done that but emotionally he can't process that they would do that for him. They did that all for him.

Zedaph hums a noise of confirmation and says, “Had Exy not showed up when he did, Cub and Wels were set to go check the season six world so Grian and Doc could use the infinity portal or time machine to figure out what happened to you. No one was going to give up on you. So please don’t give up on yourself.”

He sits there struggling under the weight of their words. Under the actions of the others who had tried just about everything they could to get him back. He thinks he's going to be crushed under the realization of the impact his disappearance had on the others. But two hands squeeze his own in near perfect unison, and he barely manages to remember to breathe once more as all that weight vanishes. His face is wet from the tears he can't really even process as his own as everything comes back to him all at once. He chokes on all the things he wants to say, gasps for air like he's nearly drowned, and sobs out words he can only half understand himself, "I, I'm sorry. I, I didn't real- realize. Every, everyone suff- suffered because, because of me!"

"Oh Imp, buddy," Tango murmurs sadly. His friend inhales shakily before saying, "You don't have anything to apologize for."

"But, but I-" He tries to say but he can't speak through hiccuping breaths of air between his sobs.

"Impy you're not allowed to apologize for any of this. We're friends, we're family, any of us would do it again in a heartbeat no questions asked for you." Zedaph states so soundly he can't even begin to convince himself it's not true.

So he doesn't apologize. He merely sits between his two best friends and sobs his heart out. When he finally manages to stop crying there's a heaviness that comes over him as he thinks about how tired he is now. There's quiet whispers he doesn't have the energy to listen to as he's guided away from the wall to lay back down. He doesn't want to let go this time. Thankfully he doesn't have to as both his hands are squeezed hard and he's surrounded by warmth and the sounds of steady heartbeats. Here, he is safe.

There's a heavy blanket draped over them as hushed voices exchange words once more. Someone runs a hand through his hair and he feels himself relax even further into the bed. Here, he is loved.

In a flash of memories he can see so many scenes just like this one. Of being surrounded by his friends in comfortable quiet. He knows he can sleep safe and sound here. He knows he doesn't have to worry about anything right now. Here, is home.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfiction #hermitcraft season 7 #hermitcraft s7 #impulseSV #tangotek #zedaph #xisumavoid #evil xisuma #the rest of the hermits are more or less mentioned those are just the ones with a larger role #its all about the found family babey!#its also about that sweet sweet hurt/comfort dynamic #funfact i wrote this all mostly between the hours of 3 and 5 am over like a week #validate me please i crave acceptance of my creations by strangers on the internet #also a repost bc nev swore in the tags when he reblogged it from me and tumblr snapped it #smh gotta reply with my main smh smh

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