Blitzø

Solve your problems with a bullet or a cock; avoid every problem that doesn't apply to.

[blitz-no]

Independent Blitzø from Helluva Boss. Crossover and OC friendly. 18+ ONLY!

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[stol-yas]

Stolas chuckled, happy that the imp had noticed the care he took of himself. “I would say that the luxurious bubble baths I take would have something to do with the downey feel of my feathers,” he told him with a smile. “Perhaps,” he begins, running a talon along Blitzø’s jaw to the tip of his chin, “after our night of frivolities you can join me for one,” he suggests, because wouldn’t it be nice if they could be intimate without having sex? But his eyes lower, and his finger withdraws as he moves his hand to rest in the middle of his beloved imps chest and feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. It would of course be nice, but he knows, or at least, he expects—because like many suggestions he’s made in the past—that Blitzø will turn this one down, and he does know that it isn’t…that it isn’t fair of him to ask for more.

From the beginning, their relationship had been transactional. Blitzø got to use his grimoire to move between hell and the mortal realm, and he got to have Blitzø…fuck him, he thinks with a wince. At the time, he had agreed because it guaranteed that they would see each other again. In fact, it would force him to, and in his mind, he thought they would get to know each other, and Blitzø would see how amazing he was, and then Blitzø would want to be with him, and then they would, he didn’t know, fall in love and live happily ever after? Which was selfish and delusional and also very, very, very…well, fucked up. And even though he knew how fucked up this was, he still didn’t want to dissolve the arrangement, because it would mean losing him. It would mean being alone. And maybe he deserved that. No one had ever wanted him, and after this, after what he’d put him through, why would Blitzø?

So he clung to the hope that he could find some way to salvage this. “Blitzø, have you ever thought, that perhaps we could,” heat rises in his cheeks, “Instead of continuing our current arrangement, that we could, in fact, date?”

[blitz-no]

There was something undeniably hot as fuck about having a Royal's claw running against his skin; the awareness of how easily it could slit his throat, or at least leave a scratch, sent jolts of excitement straight to Blitzø's cock. He was tempted to lean into it, to see if Stolas would allow the appendage to split the red and white skin it caressed or would he pull back? What did it mean if he pulled back? That he cared? Or just that he didn't want blood on his expensive bedsheets?

He smirked at the idea of sharing a bath with Stolas, presuming this was all just part of their game and the feather-brain's fetishisation of those below him. Or just Blitzø. It was a thought so often pushed away that it was just him... Because that opened the door to so many thoughts he hadn't had since the last guy he had actually loved had almost become a lump of charred flesh in front of him and his mother was lost forever-

There was a moment where he pulled back as the fear gripped at what little remained of his heart; poorly timed to be exactly as Stolas asked that question.

"Huh?" He took a moment to compose himself, sitting up and sighing as the moment was ruined. He knew, knew, that it wasn't all down to Stolas - his own spiralling thoughts were as much to blame, if not more, for his loss of erection as Stolas' stupid fucking question but it wasn't like he could admit that. "If you want the boyfriend treatment it costs extra." The imp scoffed, assuming this was all part of their roleplay. "I'd want a fucking human disguise or some other bullshit!"

[hazbinned]

@blitz-no said: “Are you sure this isn’t something you should be talking to… I don’t know, anyone else about?” - to Striker

Truth be told, Striker didn't totally hate Blitz. He'd taken something of a shining to the other imp when they'd first met, which was, unfortunately, squandered by their conflicting motives-- but he'd still felt it, just a little bit.

Being in the competition together had been fun... even if Striker wasn't actually aware of these emotions.

For the most part, he just knew that he'd had quite a few beers tonight, and that Blitz had wound up to the right of him somehow. The next thing he knew, Striker was yammering on about something that had been eating at him-- trying to get the other imp to see the error of his ways, apparently.

"... I'm just sayin', that guy ain't what you think he is. He's usin' you. Y'can do better 'n' some prissy, namby-pamby little Goetia."

[blitz-no]

When he was younger, Blitzø had wondered if he was cursed with the shitness to always be crap at everything he tried and to live in the shadow of his sister and Fizz-

Now he was starting to wonder if the curse was more like 'be forced to listen to people's unsolicited opinions as a part of foreplay'.

"I don't need your drunk ass trying to teach me some kind of bullshit about Stolas, mhm, okay?" He prodded the centre of Striker's chest, having drunk just as much and unbothered by the concept of 'personal space' even before the beer.

"Also, little? Have you seen him? Pretty sure little ain't the word anyone would use." Blitzø scoffed as he tipped back his head and gulped down the remaining half of his bottle. "Besides, it's a transactional thing, numbskull - I blow his feathered brain and get free access to the human world. Where else am I gonna get that?!"

[blitz-no]

@hopeful-hellion from here

"So?! People fucking sneeze, Jackie. Not like it's the end of the world! Sometimes people just sneeze- For all you know, I've been learning how to be a fucking 5-Star chef and all I did was inhale some pepper!" This all would have probably been more effective if his voice didn't sound as though he had been gargling gravel for breakfast. "... Something with horses..? Like what?"

[blitz-no]

@antlered-host from here

"The... Radio Demon guy, right?" Blitzø would hardly be doing his job if he hadn't heard of Alastor; especially given the tales that reached him as soon as he had gone into his current business. His eyes narrowed just slightly but he did accept the offered handshake; making it firm but brief. As far as he knew, Alastor wanted to affect Hell, not the human world.

"I'm not some Sinner idiot, no redeeming required for me; just a handy businessman." Then, like a lightbulb going off, his eyes widened with bright interest. "However... If any of your patrons would benefit from a little bit of revenge I suppose I could come by and do a little presentation on IMP for them- Hotels love that kind of 'here's our weekly talk' shit, right?"

[blitz-no]

@hopeful-hellion from here

Did Blitzø have a drinking problem? No, he did-fucking-not. It wasn't his fault he could handle his drinks to the point where all of the idiots in the bar would buy his shot after shot to test the imp's constitution. Limits were a lie - the only limit was his wallet, which had been closed for the past 3 hours... 4 hours? Some number of hours. Whatever.

"Are you seriously drinking your wine with a fucking straw?!" He demanded, his tone somewhere between disturbed and outraged at the very concept. Obviously, there was no proof it was wine but Blitzø was hardly looking past the shape of the glass. "Stop this boring shit and have one of these." A shot was slid over to Jackie with surprisingly good aim given it was obvious the imp had been on the lash for hours.

[blitz-no]

@heliacalxrising from here

[text] yeah... u no, maybe u would b learning out with the ppl

[text] ur people*

[text] hmu if u wanna meet up?

[blitz-no]

((Around on here tomorrow to do replies~

In general this, like my other sideblog, is probably going to be a pretty low activity space :D Hopefully I will eventually get enough threads that I can queue a couple to go out each day ♥

[starfireowlette]

Eyes narrowing, Octavia turned her head further, until it was turned 180° on her body. Then, she turned her body as well while her eyes kept glaring at Blitzo.

It was meant to freak him out a little.

She expected it wouldn't phase him much.. but on the off-chance she'd do whatever if it meant intimidating him just a little.

"Don't you talk about my father," she hissed.

[blitz-no]

"Nuh-uh, I'm allow to talk about your dad and point out the fact that you're being rude as fuck to me when I'm not the one-" He cut himself off, narrowed eyes relaxing as he looked away for a few seconds.

"Your dad wants the best for you - he'd do anything for you. And being rude to the wrong person is going to get you hurt in this shithole. I don't care how you treat me but you need to look out for your future." It was the kind of thing he wanted to say to Loona, wondering whether Stolas felt as unsure about how to raise Octavia even though he'd been there her whole life as Blitzø did about his adoptive daughter.

[hacker-codeq]

((Sent the memes I owed on Blitzø, now finishing off the drafts on the twins, and then back onto my main blog

My timeline to be finished by Sunday evening might get shifted to tomorrow as my folks leave for 6 months today to go travelling around Europe so obviously we're having a lil hangout before they go

[hacker-codeq]

((Didn't get as much done as I wanted to because I have managed to hurt my back sorting out my furniture... Oopsie.

I do have a list of people to send memes to, a few starters I owe, and then obviously my inboxes and drafts ♥

Thank you all for your patience ^_^

[starfireowlette]

[OPEN] Sender opens something for the receiver (pickle jar, package, etc.) - @blitz-no

She looks at the open door, Blitzo's hand on the door handle keeping it open so she can exit the room, and raises a pointed eyebrow before walking through the door with a scoff.

"What? All gentlemanly now?" she mocks at him over her shoulder.

[blitz-no]

"I can let it go and smack into your face if you want the genuine teenage experience." The imp shot back with a roll of his eyes, having let go the second she started speaking in that tone. "Ya know, your dad raised you with manners. I know for a fact I raised my Loony with manners!" Not taking into account the fact she simply ignored everything he said.

[blitz-no]

Like for some memes~

[curseoffrell-archive]

((Work and family stuff have been super busy the past couple of weeks but I have a long weekend this week so will be doing replies and throwing memes at people to get some stuff going for summer \o/

[wollowstar]

It’s finally May… the beginning of me losing my mind every second of every day until The Full Moon comes out….

[crackedgrin-a-deactivated202504]

To the writers that feel ignored: You breathe life into your characters in a way that nobody else can. Whether it’s a canon character, or an original character, your interpretation of them make them individual to you and your writing and so, so amazing. 

You are an amazing writer because you take the time to think about everything that you’re given in a thread, and use your imagination to make something out of nothing. You create an entire world almost everyday! That in itself is amazing, and then you write it with such passion. 

Sometimes when you reblog memes, or positivity posts and don’t get really any feedback, it can be tough, but I promise you it’s not because you’re not a great writer. Being a great writer is about dedicating yourself to your craft and doing what you love. I have every reason to believe that if you’re writing in the community, you’re doing what you love.  

Lets be real, I could sit here all day just throwing up compliments like they’re pieces of confetti, but I’m sure that’ll bore you eventually, so here’s what I was really getting at: 

You are a fantastic writer. You are kind. You are creative. You are smart. This is how I genuinely feel, even if we’ve never met, or done anything with each other. I promise you with all my heart that you are an amazing person and a brilliant writer. You bet your ass I admire you, and other people probably do too. 

[justanotherrpmeme]

Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.