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Mammon Did No Wrong

Since our King's birthday (Oct. 29th) is coming up in a few days, I decided to rewatch his debut and in doing so, I came to the conclusion that I would be the person to set the record straight;

Mammon is not the villain of this episode, and is the only character in it I feel proper sympathy for, and so should you. Below is my comprehensive tear down of the most common arguments people make against Mam in this episode.

"He gave Fizz self worth issues"

We see Fizz struggling with self worth issues before Mammon even knew who he was, the imp had issues before he ever set foot on Mam's stage, he just ended up tying these issues to Mammon. This all being aside from the fact that Fizz's mental health is not Mammon's responsibility.

"He fat-shamed Fizz"

All Mam does is tell Fizz he's gained weight and that that's something that would be bad for sales. He takes no issue with Fizz's figure, he just points out the fact that their customers prefer a skinny idol. As a media personality (which I think best describes Fizz's position), Fizz has the responsibility of maintaining a public image because, put simply, his public image is his job. Also, as all of Fizz's limbs are prosthetics, he would have to go out of his way to maintain a tight waist more than the average person/demon, so reminding him to keep an eye on it actually makes practical sense.

"He forced Fizz to do a meet-n-greet when he was very anxious"

This one is actually a correct statement, too bad it's irrelevant to whether Mammon is a bad guy or not. The people in line already paid for the meet-n-greet. Fizz (as the featured personality) and Mammon (as the organizer of the event) had an obligation to do the damn thing. Yes, Fizz was anxious at the time, but being anxious is not an excuse to shirk a responsibility he accepted by showing up to the pageant in the first place. And in this case, Mam goes out of his way to accommodate him by hearing him out and having Glitz and Glam go on before him.

"He crashed out when Fizz quit"

WHO FUCKING WOULDN'T? His star employee just went out of his way to quit in the most antagonistic, insulting, petulant, unprofessional and all around pointless way possible in front of a massive audience despite Mam going out of his way to give him a chance to collect himself, all for no real reason beyond being a petty asshole. Also, no one ever points this out, but Mam was left on his own to appease the audience while Fizz and Ozzie had their crappy ballad in the dressing room, so he was even more accommodating. I'm not dignifying this one any more than I already have.

--In Summary--

Mammon's only crimes in this episode are being a low-empathy and eccentric, but ultimately reasonable authority figure dealing with an entitled, ungrateful asswipe. Quite aside from the uncomfortable implications of his "evil" in this episode basically just being the symptoms displayed by a low-empathy autistic person, his actions are completely reasonable and in some cases even more considerate than most people would be in his position and while dealing with someone like Fizz (I know I wouldn't be as willing to level with the stick of imp jerky).

Mammon did no wrong is my final position.

All Hail Mammon!

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if i had a nickel for every time a clown had a panic attack in an indie cartoon in october id have 2 nickels, which isnt much but its weird it happened twice 🤡

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Tilla knows 

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LOOOOOOK ATTTTTT THIS. NOW LOOK AT THIS. Photos: Karamel Photography Blitz: All Things Lauren

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I think anyone in the helluva community should see the way me and one of my friends text each other

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we were born of nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now

Fandom: Helluva Boss Summary: After the fire, Blitz is told some life-altering information by the nurses in the hospital. Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, medical injuries, teenage pregnancy, mpreg, and heavy canon divergence Word Count: 4,814 Ship(s): Blitzo Buckzo/Fizzarolli

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The first thing that Blitz was aware of when he opened his eyes post-fire was the amount of pain that he was in. His eye ached with the worst pain that he had ever felt in his entire life. Patches of his skin felt like when someone left an orange peel out in the sun from camp day to break down day. He could feel tight bandages wrapped around those patches of his skin, which meant that they had been burnt or otherwise harmed in some way.

His senses slowly began to return to him after that. He could smell the sterile antiseptic that all hospitals seemed to carry and the soft sheets underneath him, as well as the smell of medications and urine from the catheter linked to his bladder. He could taste the dryness that his mouth had been plagued with since the last time that he’d had some water or his body had been able to produce more than a little spit. He was aware that he was dressed in nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown with all sorts of machines taped to his body to monitor his vitals. His hearing was the last thing to come all the way back to him because he knew that he was going to hear the chirping of his heart monitor, but he felt something jump wildly in his chest when he realized that there was more than one heartbeat.

He opened his eyes to look at himself and around the hospital room that they had placed him in. He was right about the hospital gown and the bandages, but something was very wrong with his eye. When he reached his hand up to touch the bandages that had been placed on that side of his head, he realized that he could push further into the socket than he had been able to before.

A sinking realization struck him then. He knew that the fire had been bad, he had been awake for most of the beginning of it all. He had seen the firework coming at him and Fizz since someone had forgotten to put them away where they belonged, he knew that it had hit him in the face and done a lot of damage. But he had always felt invincible, like nothing would ever be able to take him down in a way that mattered. It was hard to know that none of that had been true and he was just as broken and fragile as the humans running around on Earth.

Blitz tried to distract himself with other things as he turned his head to the side and looked at all the machines. His mom had been in and out of the hospital for most of his life, which made him somewhat familiar with a lot of the medical terms that people used for something that was usually quite basic when not in those halls. His heart rate, O2, and respiration rates were all where he would have expected them to be given what he had been through. It didn’t seem like the smoke had hurt his lungs enough for them to be blackened with the stuff, which was a relief. He could recover from just about anything else, including the enucleation and a possible amputation of other injured parts of his body, but he knew that he needed to have the same lung capacity that he’d had before.

“You’re awake!” came a voice from the doorway into his room. One of the goat demons that occupied the medical sectors of Hell, including the ones in other rings like Greed where they had been performing, was standing just over the threshold. She looked nice enough and her scrubs were cleaner than some of the nurses that had helped his mom when she was having her really bad times.

“Yeah, just woke up,” Blitz said with a small nod. His voice was hoarse in a way that he had never heard it before. He guessed that he had gotten some damage to his lungs and throat, if that was the way that he was going to sound for the rest of his life.

“I was wondering if we were going to have to keep you forever. Looks like you’re on the up and up, however,” she chuckled as she entered. She looked at the monitors beside him and then wrote down the numbers on them before she began to check him over. He let her poke and prod him only because she warned him about what she was going to do before she actually did it. He hated feeling like he was some kind of experiment when he came to the doctor, but that might have been because Cash could only pay for the really shitty ones.

Blitz looked back over to the monitors while she was redressing the wounds on his legs and finally asked, “What’s the second one? I know that the first is from this.” He held up the machine attached to his finger, “But I don’t know what the other one is.”

“We had to run some tests on you when you got here since you were so out of it that you couldn’t answer any of the very important questions that we were asking you. Your sister told us that you were sexually active and we included a pregnancy test in all of that, which we were very glad for when it came back positive! We’ve kept an eye on the little ones and they’re doing very well,” the nurse informed him. The way that she casually threw out that absolutely life-changing information was going to be seared into the forefront of Blitz’s mind forever.

“I’m pregnant?” he asked, trying to ignore the way that his voice cracked. He felt broken and small, like he was a child looking for his mama in a place that was far too big for him to be alone in.

“Yes, dear, with twins,” the nurse nodded. “Did you not know?”

“No, I didn’t,” he shook his head. He and Fizz had messed around a couple of times but it had never gone anywhere further than that. They had tried to be careful, they used the pull out method when they weren’t able to sneak condoms from the gas stations that the circus stopped at during their traversal of the different rings. It wasn’t like they had been anticipating either of them being particularly fertile either, since they had grown up in a place that was scarce on food and used their bodies to the max for the performances.

“Oh,” the nurse nodded. She finished her work with his bandages and then sat down on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry, I thought that you were aware of your pregnancy. You’re quite far along, almost twelve weeks at this point. You were about nine when you came to us.”

“I’ve been asleep for three weeks?” Blitz asked, his voice breaking once more. Barbie and his mom had been involved in the fire and had probably been suffering in a different hospital or in the remains of their circus, without him there to fight Cash off and help them. One of his damaged hands went to his stomach then as he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to defend his mother and sister like he had before, not if he wanted to keep his children safe. He desperately did want to keep them safe since they were the one good thing that had come from his broken heart.

“Yes, dear. You were quite sick when you came to us. It’s not safe for a half succubus like yourself to suffer such intense heartbreak. Your sister told us what she had thought happened,” the nurse said. “We could also tell by your magic levels, they were very low and you may have suffered a miscarriage if you hadn’t come to us.”

“Magic levels?” Blitz asked, thoroughly confused. He knew that he was a halfbreed, his father was an imp and his mother was a concubus. He didn’t know what that did other than give him some strange horns and make him taller, though.

“Yes, do you not know about succubus magic? I thought that your mother would have told you,” the nurse said worriedly. When Blitz shook his head she began to explain, “Every concubus has their own special type of magic that feeds off of love and attention. This can be sexual, familial, romantic, or platonic. Sometimes you get the rare person that feeds off of fame or hate as well, but that’s not you so we won’t go into it. When a concubus is not getting the magic that they need, their body begins to deteriorate. This is sped up exponentially when they are being abused or getting the opposite of what their magic is asking for.”

“So me being around my father and being told that I’m stupid and worthless all the time is making me sick? Is that what happened to my mom?” Blitz asked. It was hard to retain information like that, which literally shaped his entire worldview, when he was also trying to come to terms with the fact that he was growing a set of twins inside of his body.

“I do believe that was why your mother was so sick when she came to us. Thankfully, we were able to get her the medication that she needed and there’s a chance that she’ll be able to push through,” the nurse smiled. “Now, it’s important that you take the medication that we’re going to give you when you’re discharged. It’s a combination of specialized prenatal vitamins and the magic replacers that you need to keep yourself healthy.”

“Do you think that I could skip the magic replacers if I just got away from my dad or managed to fall in love with someone?” Blitz asked. He knew that Fizz and some of the other members of the circus were going to be somewhat mad at him since the fire was partially his fault, but he felt like he had already paid what he owed by getting horrifically burned and losing an eye. He had been coming to confess to Fizz that night and now he had something more to tell him, something that would tie them together until the end of time.

“I suppose so, but we also don’t know what kind of love your magic feeds off of. We would feel a lot safer if you were taking the supplements,” the nurse replied.

Blitz didn’t like the idea of being reliant on a medication given the kind of life that he had lead up to that point. He was terrified of the idea that they would move into a ring that gouged the prices of medicines that were life-saving or that they would be in a place that didn’t have a pharmacy that could make the medication for him. He took a deep breath and then nodded his consent to the nurse, despite the worries inside of him. He didn’t really matter in this situation, it was about keeping his babies safe.

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Returning back to the circus was one of the hardest things that he had ever done. The sting of what Fizz had said still stuck to him like a glue trap that had baked in the sun. He had heard it from another person, which hurt even more. He knew that the fire had been his fault and Fizz had been wounded very dramatically because of it, but he thought that the least the imp could do was address him to his face instead of sending a message through their friends and family.

He supposed that was what he deserved, though. Cash had also told him that Fizz was now going to be working with Mammon as a publicity charity case. It made his skin crawl to think about the man that he loved more than he could express through words having to go through that, but then the guilt came crawling up the back of his throat like the acid from his guts.

Fizz had said that he hadn’t wanted to see him when they were in the hospital together. Blitz had hauled himself to his feet despite the pain across his body and wandered the halls for hours, avoiding everyone that he could, until he finally found the hospital room that he had been looking for. Once he had, he was met with his father. Cash informed him of how badly Fizz had been hurt by the mistake that Blitz made and promised that there was no way that the imp would want to be friends with him, much less be together with him in any romantic way.

It had been crushing to hear, but he had accepted it immediately. He had always known that he wasn’t much for being loved, he was always too loud or too annoying or too much of anything else that someone could think of. The other relationships that he had when they were in a spot for longer than a week or two had ended in massive explosive failures, leaving him with nothing once more.

He had learned that his mother was being taken away to a charity speciality hospital in Lust when he was discharged after his burns were healed, and then found out that his sister had run away when he got back to the circus. The few friends and compassionate people that had been on his side before had all but abandoned him now. 

He couldn’t blame them, not really. They were all back to sleeping in tents instead of the RVs and caravans that they had managed to purchase for themselves despite their scant paychecks. Everything had burned down in the fire and they were all going to have to go hungry for a long time to pay the hospital bills and get supplies back so they could keep performing.

A few times, Blitz had considered just running away like Barbie had. Every time that he had a bag packed and a plan for where he would go, though, his sister stumbled back into his life and he knew that he had to stick around so that he could support her. She never thanked him for it, but he had never actually deserved to be thanked since he had gotten her into that position in the first place. If he had never burnt down their home and livelihood then she wouldn’t have had to resort to drugs to find some solace and comfort in their cruel world. He was the one that had torn apart his family, his work, his home, and he was the one that had to suffer for it.

He had nothing, nothing but the two little babies growing in his belly.

He cherished them like they were the most precious things in all the realms. To him, they were. They were the last bit of family that he hadn’t already burned a bridge with and they were the last piece of Fizz that he was going to be able to keep. He cared enough about his children to take the horrible medical drops that had been prescribed to him and work odd jobs so that he could afford the pricey prenatal vitamins meant for succubus-imp hybrids. He cared enough about them to always curl in on himself when Cash got drunk enough to get messy with the belt instead of letting it stay on the more painful parts of his body. He cared enough about them that he didn’t pick fights with the other circus performers that turned their scornful gazes towards him and his growing stomach.

A lot happened in the last month or two of his pregnancy. Barbie had gotten arrested for buying drugs from an undercover cop and then forced through rehab and back into her parent’s custody. Cash had been furious at her and Blitz had been forced to take another beating for her since she blamed her drug habit on the fire. Tilla had finally come home from the hospital where she had been recovering from her years long magic sickness and was well enough to help take over her duties as the midwife and nurse. Blitz was back to performing now that his burns were healed enough, though that did mean that he had to try and stuff himself into shapewear since his father refused to let him alter his costumes even a little bit to accommodate his babies.

It was one such performance now with his sister. He had woken up that morning feeling awful. His entire body ached and it felt like someone had stuffed a bunch of cotton right into his hed. He had gotten up and pushed through it anyway, though. The trapezius twins were still a huge draw for the circus, and Blitz knew that if he refused to perform or practice then it was only going to result in pain for him and more disdain from the people around him.

While he flipped and moved through the air, he felt the muscles of his belly begin to tighten painfully around the twins inside of him. They had been more still than usual today, but he had felt them moving recently enough that he wasn’t too worried about their health. He hadn’t been able to do more than lie when he went into free clinics and say that he hadn’t known he was pregnant so he could get the affirmation that from the outside everything looked okay. That was until his mother had come back and he’d asked her to do a check, which she had used as a chance to walk him through what his birth would look like.

Blitz was walking back through the tent when he realized how close that moment actually was. 

He’d been having cramping off and on all day, but his body had very suddenly changed and stretched so that he could accommodate two babies that would one day grow into full sized beings. It was normal for him to be uncomfortable or even in pain and there was no one there for him to ask even if it wasn’t. His pain had started at the base of his spine and then spread rapidly up to his hips so that it was encompassing his entire pelvis like his own body was trying to break it apart. It would compress his bump so that he could feel his uterus in defined detail that made him uncomfortable enough that he forgot what was going on around him for only a split second. The pain/pressure combo came to him in waves that would last for about thirty seconds including the rising and falling of the motion, but they were still about ten minutes apart.

He reached the tent that he shared with his sister, the one that he had originally shared with Fizz back when they were still best friends. He opened it and found that Barbie was nowhere in sight, which meant that he could actually relax for a bit. He waddled over to his sleeping bag while hunched over so that his horns didn’t rip the cheap vinyl that kept him away from the elements.

Blitz then lowered himself down onto the sleeping bag and laid down sideways so that his bump was on the batting inside and his butt was hanging off. He had slept like that for multiple nights now and had become the only person in the history of pregnancy to be grateful for the unimaginable heat that his body radiated now. Because of it, he could keep his babies soft and comfortable without needing to be inside the too small sleeping bag.

He dozed fitfully as he worked through each of the pains as they came to him. He could hear the sounds of the party going on outside, but the noises barely even traveled through his ears and into his mind because of what was happening to his own body. 

Eventually, it all got too much for him and he had to raise up onto all fours. He swayed back and forth with every single contraction that overwhelmed him with the pressure. He was in labor now, he had seen it enough when he was helping his mother that he was able to confirm it just from what he was seeing himself do in his mind’s eye. He let himself fall into a kind of mindset that he never had before. 

He was worried about what he would use to wrap and clean the babies with when they were born, but what was more important to him in that moment was making sure that they got out of his body. He was worried about waking the others up by being too loud, but came up with a solution for that by biting down into his arm even after he tasted blood.

His eyes filled with tears that already spilled over and down his cheeks when he realized that his water had broken down his legs. It felt incredibly similar to wetting himself since the liquid was warm and dribbling from just about the same hole. He was half worried that he had somehow expressed his bladder without knowing that he had and half worried that Barbie would come in and be upset with him. He had never considered the idea that birth could be something that others considered to be an inconvenience to them since children were supposed to be a blessing in their culture, but everything that he did seemed to be an inconvenience to those around him.

He continued to rock through the contraction, his legs spreading wider not only because he didn’t want his knees to be in the liquid from his waters but because the first baby was already descending down into his birth canal. It was uncomfortable to keep things too closed up, like his pelvis was crushing the infant inside. His groans continued to grow louder and louder as the pain and pressure increased.

Blitz wasn’t able to contain the cry of pain that emerged from him when he pushed for the first time. The pressure was so overwhelming that he felt like it was the only thing that could exist in his brain, but the pain that went with it wasn’t anything to scoff at. Tears began to rush down his face as he wished that his mother was there with him, supporting him and easing the anxiety that was making it hard for him to focus on everything he’d learned from her.

He had never even attended a birth on his own and the few that he had helped his mother with had been so long ago. He knew for certain that he didn’t have the experience to be delivering his own children when it was twins and he had gotten so little prenatal care. He didn’t have any other option though because he didn’t think that he could speak up to ask for his mother when he was part of the reason that she had gotten so sick.

Sobs began to tear through his throat as he felt the baby begin to crown at his entrance. He shifted from his smaller imp for to the slightly larger succubus form. He spent so very long in that form because he often felt more sick and less like himself when he was in that form, but now he knew why. He was going to be a lot more comfortable delivering his children in the body that had been made for carrying children, especially now that he knew why he had felt so bad when he was in that form in the first place. He had been taking medication for his magic since the fire and now he was properly nourished for it.

It became monumentally easier for him to push when he had changed his forms. He gripped the edge of his sleeping back with both of his hands and spread his knees further apart so that he could push harder. He felt the head of the baby slip from his vulva and then paused so that he could put one of his hands between his legs. He felt the baby’s head, devoid of much hair at the moment but sporting the beginning spots of two horns. He then felt down further towards the neck to see if the umbilical cord was around the neck.

It took unbelievable restraint to not continue pushing when he was doing the check, so as soon as he felt rolls of fat instead of the cord he began to push again. He caught the baby with both of his hands and brought them down onto the sleeping bag that they had been on before. “Hello, little one,” he whispered. He had let out a massive gasp of relief and begun to sob when he realized that half of his ordeal was over. He knew that he had to deliver the placenta, one or both of them depending on what kind of twins he was having, and then he had the whole post partum period, but those all felt so much easier than what he was going through now.

The baby screwed up their little face and then began to shriek as loudly as they could. He looked down and immediately assessed that his first baby was a girl, “Welcome to the world Delilah.” he had chosen two feminine names and two masculine names so that he had his bases entirely covered. He reached for a bit of discarded clothing on the ground of the tent and hoped that it wasn’t something Barbie had worn while she was imbibing since he didn’t want it to be tainted when it touched his newborn.

He didn’t have much else to use, so he wiped the grime from his baby’s face and head while he waited for things to continue. He kept the baby close to him to preserve her body heat as he began to push and pant to deliver the second. He reached down and then let out a laugh of delight when he realized that the newborn was coming out headfirst instead of feet first. He had been expecting a footling breach or frank breach baby, but this was so much better than anything he was anticipating prior. 

The second baby was born a lot quicker than the first had been and he placed them down next to their sister. Another quick glance downward supplied that he had two girls, which made this baby Kalypso while her older sister was Delilah.

He cleaned them both up with weary hands and then began to push weakly when the placenta needed to be delivered. He used the grimiest piece of cloth that he could find on the floor to wrap up the organ so that he didn’t have to look at it. He then opened up the first aide kit that he had snuck into the tent around the time that he found out he was pregnant. It allowed him to have the tools that he needed to help his children.

He took a piece of floss used usually for making sutures and then tied it around the umbilical cord, which had now gone white. He took the scissors and then sliced through the gummy tissue. He held his breath each time he did it, terrified that he had done it wrong and his children were seconds away from bleeding to death. When nothing happened, he settled on wrapping them up in the clean blankets from inside of the kit. 

He discarded the ruined things on one edge of the tent and then huddled with his babies near him on the other side. He would have preferred to be in a caravan, even if it was one that smelled like the booze and cigarettes that his dad loved so much. He didn’t have a caravan and would have no money to buy one within the next decade, so he was just going to have to put up with the tent.

He was happy to have something over his head because he’d heard tale of people who had even less than that. He had clothing on his back and a job that promised him some amount of food so that he could feel his little ones. Everything in his life that he had seen as crap to be discarded or fucked with to his pleasure was so much more sacred than it had been before. It was something that allowed him to provide for his children and love them the way that they deserved to be loved. He may not have had much, but he would make it enough for them.