"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Moxxie says, fork clattering loudly as he drops it on his plate. "What do you mean you're not medicated?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean?" Blitz pops back out of the kitchen. "I can't afford it, bitch, we're poor."
"Wha- Business has never been better!" Millie cries out, waving a hand above her head. "Blitz-"
"Oh my stars, this explains so much," Stolas groans, pulling both hands down his face. "This explains so much."
"Yeah, well, I already fucking pay for Moxxie's anxiety meds, Stolas' depression meds, Millie's birth control, Loona's borderline meds, Barbie's fucking ten thousand different medications and rehab, the landlord's aspirin addiction-"
"What?"
"Why do you pay for the landlord's aspirin?"
"Well, I used to suck his dick to let us stay here, but, you know," Blitz gestures at Stolas. "Can't anymore."
"Appreciated," Stolas says dryly.
"So, yeah, can't do all that shit, and put food on the table and get my own stuff. But it's not that big a deal anyway, I'm fine."
"Uh huh," Loona says, having put her phone down midway through the conversation to pinch the bridge of her snout. "Right. And uh, out of curiosity. What meds are you supposed to be on, dad?"
"You know, I don't actually know." Blitz comes out with another round of fried eggs, tipping it onto empty plates. He taps the pan on his horn thoughtfully, somehow not seeing Moxxie with his head in his hands muttering something under his breath and Stolas' one-hundred yard stare. "I mean, the therapist's house burnt down a week before she was meant to hand me the prescription, so I- huh. She never did tell me what was wrong with me. Damn. What a fucking waste of money, should have just bought the unicorn merch-"
He walks back into the kitchen, still rambling, not acknowledging the people staring at him as he goes.
They trade glances.
-
"Okay, so, this should be the right place," Moxxie says, pushing open a door. "The lady's office did burn down, but according to her reviews, she's shifted business to another location and got the client who burnt her house shot. Over seventy times. And then stabbed."
"File cabinet!" Loona calls out from a side room. "Fuck, how many patients does this woman have?"
"Maybe we should consider a business change," Stolas mutters, looking at the gold plaque on her desk. "Or a side gig."
"Less talking, more sorting!" Millie says, slamming a box down on her desk. "Oh. Never mind. She's- she's pretty sorted already, wow. Let's see, B- b- b- Barbara, Bilon, Borshawesh, Blue, Blitty, Blitz! Huh, that was qui-"
The others stop putting the boxes back to stare at her.
"Millie?" Moxxie says tentatively. "Honey, your eye is twitching."
She takes a deep breath, looking at the ceiling, fingers tightening on the file. "This dumb fucking bitch."
"What, what is it?" Stolas hurries over, grabbing the paper. "What the fu- ANTIPSYCHOTICS? Mild Bipolar Disorder, ADHD meds, what- he's supposed to be on all this?"
"And medication for schizophrenia , if the hallucinations he was talking about in the last session were real," An imp at the door says, flicking on the light. She barely flinches at the screams. "Although that could just be drugs, who knows."
"Oh, uh." Moxxie says, rubbing his head with a grimace. "Are you... the therapist? Sorry about breaking in."
"Juna, yes." She shrugs. "And don't be. I've had a lot of break-ins in my time, but you might be the first lot to actually just try the front door. Kudos to you, I was wondering if anyone would ever notice that it wasn't locked."
"Right, um," Stolas walks up to her, holding up the papers. "Any chance you can give us a prescription for these? This seems... a bit outdated."
"Sorry," She sighs. "The rules are rules- client has to come to me for at least a month to sign the form. He stopped coming on day twenty-nine, so no can do."
Loona holds up the file. "You got all this within a month?"
Juna raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you?"
"Touche." Stolas mutters. "And- what exactly is the going price for these medications?"
Juna looks up at him and opens her mouth.
Millie pulls the door to the van closed, joining the rest as they stare at the road, watching the cars go by in silence.
I was rewatching the first season of Hazbin and I happened to have the subtitles on during finale and realised I had misinterpreted the ‘hair’ in Alastor’s part as ‘hare’ for the longest time
I genuinely thought, even wounded, Alastor was more pissed off about being defeated by someone he viewed as a weak rabbit.
Really thought Alastor was sassing Adam even after almost dying
this was a quick edit i threw together when i was sitting in the hospital room with my fiance at the beginning of december, since this was my most liked edit i figured it make it the first one i shared here
im not the best so any constructive criticism would help a ton!! :))
my partner and i have become fixated on this stupid comment left by a conspiracy theorist on instagram and we can't stop saying it and i just know i'm gonna slip up and say it to a normal person
Honestly I’m not sure if Shock.wav is meant to be an actual demon shark that Vox just adopted or like a mechanical robot made by Vox but regardless it was definitely Vox who told Shock.wav to call him daddy and Valentino his mummy
The fact that Vox was quite literally willing to let himself, val and vel and not to mention a large part of pentagram city die just to wipe the smile off Alastor’s face kinda proves that he’s not very nonchalant
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