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The gold//hazbin hotel / helluva boss

In which stolas's twin sister is forced into a marriage just like him however she has a good relationship with her husband and is friends with blitz and hangs out with them all the time

001| loo loo land

The scene opens to a shot of the exterior of Stolas's mansion at night, before cutting to the master bedroom where Stolas and Stella are asleep. A young Octavia's frightened voice can be heard from offscreen

Young Octavia(offscreen) Mummy! Daddyyyy!

Stolas is roused from his sleep. He turns to Stella who has most of the blanket

Stolas sleepily says: Mmph. Via's calling us, Stella.

Stella sleepily, annoyed said: You get up.

Stolas sighs and gets out of bed. He enters Octavia's room, where she is hiding beneath her blankets

Stolas: Via? What troubles you, my owlet?

Young Octavia says while sobbing :Daddy! Daddy!

Young Octavia climbs down from her bed and runs into her father's arms. Stolas hoists her up to comfort her

Young Octavia still sobbing then says : I had a dream! A really bad dream!

Stolas yawns and wipes away Octavia's tear, correcting her A nightmare.

Young Octavia then tell her dad about her nightmare: I was looking all over the palace, and... I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!

Stolas: *rubs Octavia on the back comfortingly* There there, Via, it's okay. You're okay.

Stolas summons his grimoire to him telekinetically as he walks Octavia back to bed.

When you're scared, and you don't know where I am, you must remember...

Stolas's grimoire floats over to him. He telekinetically flips it open

No matter what happens to me, I will never be far away... from my special little starfire.

Stolas begins singing a lullaby to little Octavia

♫ It always seems more quiet... in the dark ♫

Stolas opens a portal above himself and Octavia. She looks up in awe of the beauty of space through the portal

♫ It always feels so stark... how silence grows under the moon ♫

Stolas and young Octavia float up through the portal and into the cosmos, landing on a barren moon

♫ Constellations gone so soon ♫

♫ I used to think that I was bold ♫

Walking across the moon, Stolas leaves footprints in the dust.

♫ I used to think love would be fun ♫

♫ Now, all my stories have been told. Except for one... ♫

Stolas looks down at young Octavia, and she looks back with her large, curious eyes. Her gaze shifts to a pink glow to her side.

♫ As the stars start to align ♫

♫ I hope you take it as a sign that you'll be okay ♫

A meteor begins its descent towards a giant, pink colored star

♫ Everything will be okay ♫

The meteor makes contact with the pink star, and begins to sink beneath the molten surface

♫ And if the Seven Rings collapse ♫

Multiple planetary bodies begin gravitating toward the pink star, including the moon that Stolas and Octavia currently reside on, which eventually shatters into pieces as the star's gravity pulls on it

♫ Although, the day could be my last. You will be okay ♫

Young Octavia yawns and falls asleep contentedly against her father's chest

♫ When I'm gone, you'll be okay... ♫

Distant planetary bodies fly through the cosmos, pulled in by the pink star's incredible gravitational pull. They

disintegrate upon impact and causes the star to explode in a powerful supernova just as the portal closes behind Stolas causing him to sing louder.

♫ And when Creation goes to die ♫

♫ You can find me in the sky ♫

Stolas drapes the sleeping Octavia in a blanket.

♫ And you will be okay... ♫

His lullaby finished, Stolas leaves as his young daughter settles to sleep, content. Cut to several years later, where a teenage Octavia is jolted awake by smashing objects and her parents screaming at each other, far less content.

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Stella: (offscreen) I can't believe you slept with an imp, in OUR FUCKING BED!

Octavia, annoyed at being disturbed, gives a long groan

Stolas: (offscreen) It was unexpected! I didn't have time to go to a motel

Stella: (offscreen) A motel?! Like a fucking PLEBEIAN?!

Octavia grabs her phone and puts in earbuds, playing "My World Is Burning Down Around Me" to tune out the screaming as she strides down the

halls of the Goetia estate, stepping over the smashed remains of a plant thrown in her path. In the kitchen, Stella continues screaming at Stolas

Stella: You want to fuck this one, TOO?!

[Stella grabs an imp servant and violently tosses him in Stolas' direction.]

Stolas: No! Of course not!

Stella: You are a goddamn embarrassment! I'm not spending another moment looking at your pathetic, IMP-SUCKING FACE!!

Stella storms out of the room, shouting angrily the entire time, and smashing more potted plants. Stolas sighs in exhausted exasperation before he notices his daughter has entered the kitchen.

Stolas: Good mooorning, Octavia! Did you sleep well, my owlet?

Octavia then asks her dad : Was that a serious question?

Stolas opens the refrigerator to retrieve a massive chunk of zebra meat

Stolas: Mm-hmm... What's that you're listening to?

Octavia: This song is called "My World is Burning Down Around Me". It's by Fuck You Dad.

Stolas looks down, thinking the name of the band his daughter mentioned is a hurtful remark.

Octavia then tell her dad : It's a band.

Stolas: *bemusedly* Ohhhh! How charming...

Stolas grabs the zebra meat and feeds it to a massive potted plant situated in a small alcove off the kitchen as he pets it. Sated, it falls dormant, closing its three eyes.

Octavia: So, you two done screaming for the day? *she then sips her coffee*

Stolas: Umm...

Stella lets out another scream of anger and another potted plant is heard shattering in the distance.

Stolas: You know what I haven't done in a long, loooong time? I haven't taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don't we go to Loo Loo Land?

Octavia: I'm not five anymore.

Stolas: You always were so happy when I took you to Loo Loo Land! What do you say we go there again, have a day, I'll even call you're aunt Athena to see if she wants to come with us it would be just the three of us?

Octavia: I'd... rather kill myself but I do miss aunt Athena.

Stolas: There we go! Anything but staying in this house. Stolas call's his twin sister first she asked her husband

first and he said it was okay so she said she'll come stolas tells his daughter then says Now, I'll arrange our security.

Octavia: Security for a theme park?

Stolas: We are rich, and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies!

Octavia grabs a box of cereal on the table and begins shoveling handfuls into her mouth.

Octavia: *under her breath* Our money, maybe.

Stolas: Speak for yourself, princess. Now... I'm calling the only man who can f*** me!

Octavia: *then drops the handful of cereal, disgusted* What...?

Stolas: *immediately backpedaling* Who can protect me! Us! Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know.

Octavia groans and pulls her beanie down over her eyes.

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Cut to I.M.P Headquarters, where Blitzo is busy doing very important work in his office, involving crude representations of Millie and Moxxie made out of office supplies that he

puppets around and speaks with. Between them is a framed photo of Blitzo with a robe pulled down off his shoulders seductively and a flower between his teeth. The text reads "#1 Bitch" with "BOSS" written in red over it

Blitzo: *impersonating Millie* "Oh, Blitzo! You're such a good boss!" *impersonating Moxxie* "Yeah, I really want you, sir." *impersonating Millie* "Me, too!" *As himself* Let's three-way!

Blitzo lowers his "employees" below his desk to crotch level, looking momentarily pleasured before being interrupted by the ringing of his Hellphone

He then answers what phone angrily: WHAT?!

Stolas: *lustfully* Why, hello, my big-dicked Blitzy.

Both Blitzo and Octavia spit out their coffee in sheer surprise. Blitzo slams his "BOSS BITCH" mug onto his desk

Blitzo: What--

Octavia: the--

Blitzo: FUCK--

Octavia: Dad?!

Stolas: Language, everyone! *into the phone* I have a special request~

Blitzo: Aw... Look, I just had a chemical peel. So, you'll have to find someone else's face to plant that feathered ass.

Stolas: It's for my daughter.

Blitzo: Ah. Well, make sure she washes it.

Stolas: *taken aback* No! No, no-no-no. I'm taking my daughter and Athena to Loo Loo Land, and I was hoping you brave little Imps would accompany us!

Blitzo: We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone's gonna die.

Stolas: I'll pay you~

Blitzo: Pay me what?

Stolas: Moneyyyy~

Blitz then says : done!

Blitz hangs up and accidentally slams his phone down on the desk hard enough to smash it to pieces. After a brief annoyed glance at it, he pulls out a megaphone

Blitzo: M n' M, get in here! We're goin' to Loo Loo Land!

Moxxie opens the door to respond.

Loo loo land? He questions confused

Millie excitedly smashes her head straight through the office door's glass

Loo loo land ?!! says says excitedly with stars in her eyes

Blitzo: Loo Loo Land!

Loona: (offscreen) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

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Cut to Loo Loo Land. A van with an I.M.P decal spray painted on the side pulls into the rather empty parking lot. Moxxie exits the van and opens the side door. A very cramped Stolas extracts

himself excitedly. His daughter exits the van far less excitedly. Athena then gets out and pats her niece's back lightly as to reassure her that it's going to be okay

Stolas dons an apple-themed hat and gestures toward the park gate. Octavia groans and pulls her hat low over her face

Blitzo: Now, remember: this is work and work only. Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?

Octavia: *disgustedly* Hey... Dad... Do we have to--?

Blitzo: Okay, yeah. Hold on right there, sweetie. [turns to Stolas] If you try fuckin' my little ass in that park, I swear to--

Athena: okay blitz maybe don't talk about this in front of me or my niece please I don't want to hear about this and nether does via

Stolas then says to blitz:You are so cute when you are serious!

Octavia then says : I'm literally gonna be sick. As her aunt says that she feels like throwing up

Moxxie: Oh, crumbs! I knew today would be a lot! What do you need?

Moxie fishes around in a fanny pack and throws out several pill bottles as he lists off his inventory.

Moxxie: Anti-acids? Ibuprofen?

Moxxie shows the aunt and niece several hypodermic needles of a glowing, acid green substance.

Moxxie: Morphine?

Octavia: what we said was figurative, old man.

Moxxie: Oh, right.

Moxxie chuckles sheepishly as he discards the needles into a nearby baby carriage, where a baby imp happily reaches out to play with its dangerous new "toys

Moxxie: *under his breath* But, she said it was literal.

Millie: *excitedly* Wooooow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot!

A large letter falls off the sign of a nearby ride, crushing the teenaged imp underneath.

Millie: It hasn't changed a bit. Ohhh! LOOK! It's Big Woobly!

Millie gestures toward a hideously malformed animatronic dinosaur, which opens its mouth and lets out a terrifying, demonic shriek.

Moxxie: That is... deeply upsetting.

Millie: Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?

Moxxie: No. Theme parks always disturbed me, especially the mascots.

The park's mascot, Loo Loo appears out of nowhere behind Moxxie.

Loo Loo: Well, hey there!

Moxxie: *jumps back in terror* AAAAAH!!

Loo Loo: I'm Loo Loo! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! If y'all get hurt here, just try and sue us!

Stolas: *gasps* Look! Via,Thena! It's Loo Loo!

Octavia: I have a question.

Loo Loo: Well, ask away, little girlie! A-hyuk a-hyuk a-hyuk!

Octavia: Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World?

Loo Loo: *beat* No?

Athena then whispers to her niece : This place reeks of insecure corporate shame.

Octavia: that is true aunt Athena that is true

Stolas chuckles nervously as he leads Octavia and Athena away

Stolas: Why don't we go check out the rides?

Loo Loo: those chick's are creepy, huh?

Blitzo: Eh, wait till the kids dad tries to diddle your holes.

Loo Loo: *to Millie and Moxxie* What's that mean?

Moxxie: Don't talk to me! I know you're a pervert under there!

Moxxie leaves, leading Millie off with him. Loo Loo hangs his body dejectedly.

Loo Loo: Yeah...

Moxxie and Millie head down a pathway, and Moxxie, sweating profusely, stops to catch his composure

Moxxie: You really like this place, huh?

Millie: I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings here when they could swing it. Money-wise.

Moxxie looks over to see a worker wheeling a wheelbarrow piled to the brim with money into a nearby giftshop. As The two approach the

window, where novelty cups and stuffed apples are for sale. The cups appear to cost at least 29 souls per.

Moxxie: Yeaaaah. The prices do seem rather criminal. I mean, that much for a novelty cup that you use one time?

Millie: 'Cause, it's Loo Loo Land!

Blitzo walks up, having loaded up on merch, including a novelty cup, as well as a hat with attached can holders and straws.

Blitz then nudges Moxxie with his cup then says: Listen to your hoe, Mox.

Blitz takes a swig from his novelty cup.

Blitz: How 'bout I take the first watch while you two have a little he takes off his sunglasses and winks fun?

Millie: OOOOOH! We gotta do my favorite ride!

Moxxie: Oh, yeah? Wh- which one?

Cut to a shot of a lone imp riding a roller coaster named "The Lawsuit" that suddenly plunges off a sheer 90-degree drop at incredible speed while also on

fire and with its rider hanging on for dear life. The coaster violently plunges into a tunnel in the ground.

Moxxie: *terrified* Oh, crumbs!

[Cut to Moxxie vomiting into a trash can after having left the ride. A vomit-covered family walks by in the background, glaring disapprovingly at Moxxie. A massive dragon-like creature from the nearby petting zoo looms overhead, also glaring at Moxxie.]

In another part of the park, Stolas, Octavia & athena walk along the path, as Blitz takes up positions all around them with his rifle, on the lookout for any danger.

A group of imps creep up behind the booths, ropes, knives, and pitchforks at the ready. They quickly scatter as Blitzo looks in their direction.

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Stolas strokes Blitz's horn and says: You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.

Blitzo: Save it, bitch. I'm working.

Octavia then says : You both need to get a room. To which her aunt nods and hugs her niece to comfort her to which she smiles at her

Blitzo then says go the pair: Hey, I am not a day-hooker!

A woman walking nearby with her baby glares at Blitzo before continuing on in a huff.

Blitzo: What? I just said I'm not one, prude! He then Flips her off

Stolas then gasps and says : Oh! Look, Via!

Stolas points excitedly at the circus tent. A demon mother is struggling to pull her crying son into the tent.

Stolas: You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!

Octavia: *panicked* Oh, no...

Cut to a flashback to Octavia as a

young girl, as she is pushed against the stage by an excited crowd of imp children, as Robo Fizz sparks and cackles

maniacally leering over Octavia, who soon breaks into tears. A younger Blitzo is seen in the background tending to a food cart, dressed and painted as a clown, scowling

Cut back to the present.

Blitzo & Octavia: I hate that fucking clown.

Pan to Stolas, who has been captured and hoisted aloft by the crew of imps from earlier. Stolas' arms are bound

and his head is covered by a cloth sack, and the imps are pointing various weapons at him. One has stolen Stolas' wallet.

Stolas unconcerned then says: Oh, Blitzy~ I need my bodyguard, please!

One imp jumps, to try and skewer Stolas with a pitchfork. Blitzo quickly brings his rifle to bear, shooting the imp in the torso, splattering Stolas's head with blood. The other imps quickly scatter.

Octavia enters the big top and finds seat while athena sits beside her as Blitzo carries Stolas in, head still covered in the blood-soaked sack, sets him down, and walks off to take

position. Stolas makes no move to remove the sack, until Octavia annoyedly rips it off her father's head.

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Robo Fizz: *glitching and sparking* Hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyyy, Implings! It's me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Big Ozzie's factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo Loo Land, spelled with Os, to avoid lawsuits! H-H-H-H-H-Hit it!

Stage lights turn on and point at Robo Fizz as he begins to dance and sing a song of the same name as the park

♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

The curtains open to reveal Robo Fizz's band, FizzaRolli 'n Friends, composed of various hideously decrepit animatronics, including Big Woobly on guitar

♫ Everybody sing along with the Loo Loo band ♫

Robo Fizz goes around pointing and gesturing at various demons in the audience. Stolas looks excited when Robo Fizz gets to him, but this is short-lived as Blitzo pops up and points his rifle at Robo Fizz, who dashes back to the stage.

♫ Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Platforms in the stage rise up in time with the music.

Robo Fizz: ♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

♫ Everything is beautiful at Loo Loo Land ♫

♫ Ugly children holdin' hands in Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Robo Fizz grabs various Imp children out of the audience and wraps them up in a big hug, before jumping up and tossing them away. Most of the children slam into the bleachers, while one soars behind them.

♫ Everybody's friendly, ♫

Robo Fizz hugs Big Woobly so hard that its neck breaks a bit more than it already had been

♫ And nobody is mean ♫

Robo Fizz dashes over to the two-headed, banjo-playing bear animatronic and slaps it in the back. The animatronic then squirts a stream of oil from its bigger head at the face of an Imp in the bleachers attempting to drown out the song with music from his phone

♫ No copyright infringement's ever seeen ♫

Robo Fizz dumps a gasoline canister onto a large stack of cease-and-desist papers, lights a match, and throws the match and the canister at the stack, setting the whole thing ablaze.

♫ I have a dream... ♫

♫ (He has a dream) ♫

♫ I'm here to tell... ♫

♫ (He's here to tell) ♫

♫ About a magical, fantastic place called Loo Loo Laaaaand! ♫

Octavia is sitting beside her aunt and is absorbing the musical with disgusted boredom. Outside, Moxxie and Millie walk along a row of game booths, when they are addressed by one of the vendors. Millie gleefully yanks Moxxie over towards the booth

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Carnie Imp: Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!

Millie gasps excitedly and says: Oh, look, Moxxie! A THING!

The "thing" in question is some sort of purple stuffed penguin creature with Imp horns, wearing pink overalls. The stuffed animal is labeled with a tag that says "THING?"

Moxxie: Oh, you like that thing?

Millie: YEEEEESSS! I don't really know what that thing is but I want that thing!

Moxxie then smugly says: Ahhh... Finally, something I can handle.

Moxxie takes out some money and hands it to the carnie

Moxxie: Okay! One game, puh-lease!

The carnie Imp rolls his eyes and uses his tail to hand Moxxie a pistol with a cork projectile in the muzzle. Moxxie does not even line up the shot, instead looking to his wife as he effortlessly hits the target right in the bullseye.

Unbeknownst to Moxxie, the target barely moves. He makes a "ricochet" noise with his mouth and blows the black powder smoke clear of the gun, pleased with his marksmanship.

Carnie Demon: Ohhhh! Strike one, little man!

Moxxie: But, I hit it!

Carnie Imp: Hmmm, I don't know what to tell ya, buddy. The target, see? It didn't go down. So, yeah...! No go, bro.

Moxxie growls in anger, and fishes another bill out of his pocket. He grabs the pistol and fires another cork, hitting the target dead-center. The target does not budge. Moxxie slaps the pistol in annoyance.

Moxxie: The Heaven's wrong with this thing?!

Carnie Imp: Oh, man. A real shame, I tell ya. He then mockingly cries

Moxxie hisses in anger as he slaps another bill on the counter.

Moxxie: Another!

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Cut back to the Robo Fizz show. Stolas is gleefully clapping to the music, while Octavia has thrown her head back in torment as her aunt has her head in her hands while Octavia is banging her fist on the seat next to her opposite Athena

♫ --body sing along with the Loo Loo band! Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaaaaaand! ♫

The show ends with a small pyrotechnic display as Robo Fizz cackles maniacally. The bear animatronic faceplants onto the stage and falls to pieces. Stolas claps and cheers even harder

Stolas: Ah hohohoho ho ho ho ho ho, how delightful!

Behind Stolas, an imp armed with a kris dagger rises from beneath the seats ready to stab Stolas, but the top of his

head is quickly blown apart by a shot from Blitzo, who has taken up a position in the gallery behind the back row of seats while Imps scream in absolute fear and run away.

Stolas: *flirtatiously* Oh, my! What aim you have, Blitzy.

Octavia furious then says along with her aunt : Ugh! We can't do this anymore!

Octavia and Athena storm off, with Stolas following behind them as Blitzo cycles his rifle, and prepares to give chase after his charges

Robo Fizz: Mua ha ha ha ha hoho-oh! Is that Blitzo pronounced as spelled my sensors spot up the-e-e-ere? I bet the kiddies are still running away from you, huh? He then laughs

Blitzo: The 'o' is silent now!

Robo Fizz: A-A-Awwwww, just like your audience always was when you to-told your lazy jokes here! He laughs again

Blitz then removes his visors and throws them on the ground as he continues his argument with Robo Fizz.

Blitzo: Bitch, I make more money killing people than you do being a cheap-ass robo ripoff of an overrated sellout JESTER!

Robo Fizz glitching then says: Oohoohoo! Someone's salty! Real or not, though, people lo-o-ove me! Does anybody love you... *low demonic voice* BLITZ-0?

Blitzo: No. But, I'm really good with guns now. Dance, bitch!

Blitzo slams a new magazine into his rifle, switches it to full-auto and opens up on Robo Fizz, who cartwheels out of the way of the incoming rounds. Robo

Fizz rapidly spins like a wheel rolling up the stair to where Blitzo is. He coils himself around Blitzo like a snake, before using his own momentum to launch Blitzo through the top of the tent.

Blitzo: Ohhhh, FUCK MEEEEEEE...!

Outside, Wally Wackford rolls a cart of lit torches in by the tent.

Wally: Torches, I say, I say! Get your inconvenient torches here!

Blitzo lands on the cart, scattering the torches everywhere, which lights the top of the tent on fire.

Wally: Owww! I say, OWWWW!

The green fire very rapidly spreads to all corners of the park. Burning and melting animatronics flee the tent as Robo Fizz cackles and spins his head with demonic glee at the destruction.

Elsewhere, the carnie Imp at the shooting gallery holds 600 souls of Moxxie's money, with Moxxie himself glaring at him with seething anger

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Carnie Imp: Wow! Man, you're really starting to make this sad. Y'know, if you suck, you suck! Guess you won't win your honey here a prize...

Millie: Let me try!

Millie grabs the pistol and fires a cork at a target, which misses wildly. The carnie Imp grins mischievously, and presses a foot pedal in the booth, which causes a target to fall down.

Carnie Imp: Ohhhh, look at that! Lucky shot, baby.

Moxxie: Are you kidding me?! You- you- you charlatan!

Carnie Imp: Hey, uh, get lost, pipsqueak. I'm talkin' to the lady~

The carnie Imp leans toward Millie and makes a seductive purring sound at her. Millie immediately recoils in disgust. In the background, Blitzo and Robo Fizz

continue to battle against each other as the fires spread. Blitzo is thrown up into the air by Robo Fizz and comes down through the roof of the shooting gallery, crushing the carnie Imp under him

Carnie Imp: OWWWW! Oof! Auuugh!

Moxxie surprised then says: Sir?!

Blitz dazed then says: Ohhhh...Hey, guys! You should probably go, uh, make sure Stolas is okay. I've... got some unfinished business to take care of.

Blitzo draws his flintlock pistol, cocks it, and fires at the now burning Robo Fizz. The impact of the bullet spins

Robo Fizz's head around, but when he spins his head back, he is revealed to be unharmed by the shot, having caught the bullet in his teeth. He then spits the bullet out

Blitzo: Oh, what a mouth!

Blitzo immediately grimaces when he realizes what he just said. Robo Fizz coils himself up into his rolling form again, charging straight at Blitzo. He leaps out of the way as his enemy hits the booth, destroying it in a large

explosion. Several pieces of shrapnel and burning prizes shoot in all direction, as the camera follows the severed heads of three of the "things"

Moxxie attempted to win. The piece of stuffed animal strikes a young Imp boy in the head, knocking him unconscious the second a photographer takes a picture of the Imp family

Father: Goddammit, Nathan! You ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born?!

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Elsewhere, Stolas is still running after his daughter and his twin sister .

Stolas: Octavia, Athena?

Octavia & Athena (off-screen) Just leave us alone!

Stolas: Octavia, Athena !

Octavia and Athena run into a building called the "Fun House." Inside, Stolas is confronted with a a surreal room of eyes, tubes, spikes, mirrors, and disembodied hands. He goes further

into the room, looking around for where his daughter and his sister could have gone. A shadow appears behind Stolas, as a random Imp jumps upon his back

Stolas annoyed then says: Umm, I think I'm supposed to be bodyguarded right now!

The Imp covers Stolas' mouth with his shirt sleeve, but is suddenly shot in the head and falls to the ground. Moxxie and Millie appear in the entryway, Millie having just shot the Imp with a pistol.

Stolas then wipes the imp blood off of his sleeve, annoyed he then says : Ugh, that's better. Where is Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones.

Millie: He's, uhhhh... busy.

Moxxie: Being a fool.

Stolas: What kind of fool?

Moxxie: The "everything is now on fire" kind.

Disinterested, Stolas leaves the imps, effortlessly dodging between two swinging pendulums, and heads down a tunnel into an adjoining room. There, he sees Octavia & Athena riding in circles in apple-themed rail cars, crying

Stolas: Octavia , Athena ...

Stolas discards the Loo Loo Land hat, which in response to his emotional state has gone from a goofy grin to a sad frown.

Stolas: I take it you both are... not having fun.

Octavia crying then says: I didn't even want to come here! I only wanted to hang out with aunt Athena!

Stolas: I'm sorry, sweetie. I... I thought you loved it here.

Octavia sniffling then says When I was a kid and my parents didn't hate each other... and my dad didn't flirt with some... weird red dickhead the entire time.

Stolas: I'm sorry, Via , thena I'm sorry for... everything... happening right now. I know it's... a lot. I, uh-- I should have listened.

Octavia crying says: I just want to go home... but home doesn't even feel like home anymore... You ruined it.

Stolas: You need to understand... your mother and I... I just-... I felt-... She's always been... I haven't been- Ha-... We weren't in... I'm sorry, I- I- I don't have the words.

Octavia crying then asks : Are you gonna run off with him? And leave me and aunt Athena behind? Go away where... we can't find you?

Stolas: *emphatically* What? No! No, no, never. I'd never do that. Never. I think it's time to leave this place. You were right. You are too old for it, anyway.

Stolas carries Octavia and Athena out of the Fun House, as an imp grins maniacally in the space above the drop-ceiling, looking down on Stolas. The imp drops down and flicks open a switchblade.

Stolas immediately turns around, eyes glowing brightly. The Imp immediately turns to stone and is knocked over by a pendulum. Outside, the park has been reduced to pandemonium as dusk falls.

Millie attempts to shoot at Robo Fizz, who rolls around wildly. The robot is caught by the draconic creature from before, and swallowed whole, as Moxxie rides on its back. Stolas,Octavia & Athena leave the park gates.

Stolas: So, what would you like to do now?

Octavia: Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there.

Stolas: *reluctantly* Hmmm, okayyyyy...

Octavia: *chuckles* Thanks, dad. You're okay, sometimes. And aunt Athena can you come over more I missed you

Stolas: Thank you, Via. Thank you.

Athena: of course via I'll come over a lot more often I missed you too

A massive explosion rocks the park, sending the employees of I.M.P. hurtling through the air, smoking and screaming. All three land in front of Stolas,Octavia and Athena.

Moxxie: Way to ruin another good thing, sir!

Blitzo: Worth it! That slutty toy clown had. It. Comin'!

Moxxie and Blitzo fall unconscious. A stray animal that looks like Queef grabs Millie by the hair and drags her offscreen

Meanwhile Athena called a taxi home and walked into the mansion that her and her husband live in her husband heard the door and walked up to her and hugged her he see's that she's been crying and tells her that she should get some sleep to

Which she went straight to their shared bed and fell asleep

#helluva boss x reader #fizzarolli x reader #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss ozzie #helluva stolas #helluva blitzo #Spotify

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lilac-den · 11 months

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Smokin' Hot [M4A] [M!Ares x MC]

Based on @owletowo's doodle of M!Ares in a turtleneck sweater!

Warning: Contains spoilers on appearances.

A/N: Alternative title: I'm simping Owlet's art so hard, her doodling one of the ROs in my game leads to a long snippet of them. :'D

Sometimes, it slips my mind just how attractive my boyfriend can be.

Especially in a sleeveless turtleneck, leather jacket and fingerless gloves.

There’s photographers, make-up artists and backdrop handlers running back and forth. It’s an environment I never thought I’ll be in.

And, if I’m being honest, this is making my introvert self all the more nervous.

And Ares seems to agree with me, considering how he had been quite annoyed of being chosen to model for Evana, Mythos’s main designer.

“Okay, that’s a good shot! This should be enough.”

“Finally.” Ares’s expression hardens as he practically rips the cigarette out of his mouth, disgust visible on his masculine face before he turns to Hermes. “How the fuck do you deal with this shit?”

Hermes, amused, snickers at his friend’s plight. “It takes the edge off for me.”

“Not from how I took it.” Ares grimaces. “Tastes like eating raw wasabi.”

I probably would have asked for the backstory for that one. But my mind and eyes keep wandering over to that tight-fitting turtleneck on him, the way it details the shape of his abs and how the bare muscles of his arms flex with each movement.

The sight would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the group of models at the corner of my eyes.

There’s a party of four in one corner. Two males, two females – all fabulously beautiful, one would say. I recognize them from various other magazines, something about upstart models or up and coming stars.

And right now, all of them are glancing at our direction with such doe-eyed expressions.

I tear my eyes away from the sight and scowl.

I’m just grateful I have my wrap glasses on to avoid the windows popping up; As a model, they’re bound to have Instagram accounts and half-truth information about them.

It’s like seeing spam all around them.

“[Name]?”

I blink out of my thoughts and feel heat rising to my cheeks upon realize Ares staring at me, up close and personal.

“O-Oh. Sorry.” I blink, my heart beating like a drum.

“You doin’ alright?” Ares places a hand on my shoulder. Despite the hoodie I chose to put on, creating a thick barrier of fabric between his hand and my skin, I can still feel the warmth of his palm against me. I swallow, my mouth a little dry.

“Ye…Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”

Ares gives a thoughtful stare for a moment, then he lifts his hand and gestures to the direction of the dressing room. “I’m gonna change and then we can get the fuck out. You good with that?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m all for it.” I already feel the need to get home already. “Take your ti-”

My words cut off from his lips against mine, deep and hard enough to make my head tilt back slightly. The assertive move forces my eyes to widen, then they begin to close from Ares stroking my lower lip with his tongue in permission for entry. My eyes are halfway closing by the time I part my lips the slightest bit.

Ares tackles that chance, filling my mouth with the taste of his tongue and saliva.

“Mmph...!” I reach up to clutch onto one of his sleeves, torn between pulling him closer to consume further in the kiss or tug it in a pathetic attempt to pull him away.

Though the latter is starting to be less and less tempting…

Ares pulls away and I, in my dazed state, lean in as if to catch that kiss again. I don’t even realize my fingers tugging him to come back until I hear him chuckle, making me blink for a moment before warmth courses up to my face.

I almost apologize for my actions, but Ares beats me to it with a stroke of his hand against my cheek and a low murmur that leaves a rumble in his voice.

“Sooner you let me go change,” he leans in again, this time to ghost his lips along the edge of my cheek, “sooner we can continue where we left off. Okay?”

My short-circuiting brain manages to restart enough cells for me to respond with a nod. A wide smile spreads Ares’s face.

“That’s my cadet.” He finally pulls back, but the impressionable heat still lingers with me. “I’ll catch you later.”

I don’t even pull my eyes away from Ares as I watch him make his way to the dressing room. A sense of satisfaction fills me when I see the modelling group gawking, probably unable to believe an attractive man like Ares would get on with me.

I privately smirk to myself.

“Jesus, I’m so glad I’m riding with Dionysus out of here.” Hermes pipes up with an exasperated tone, which leads to me finally realizing Ares and I didn’t come here alone…which also leaves my cheeks burning hotly with embarrassment. I turn to him.

“I-Sorry.”

“As if.” Hermes flashes me a rebellious grin. “Don’t play the innocent act with me.” He leans back in his seat, his golden locks rustling from the movement. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be all happy about showing off your relationship with Ares.”

I swallow, nervously. “Was I that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Hermes laughs. “I think even Zeus would catch your sour mood.”

Which is translation for even an absolutely blind person can see it.

I give out a sigh, mainly to expel the heat against my cheeks. “Speaking of Zeus,” I look around the place. “Where is he?”

Hermes rolls his eyes. “Probably helping Evana in measuring and cutting the fabric. And seeing how Dionysus is helping out the staff out of the goodness of his heart, it’ll be a while before I get a ride back to base.”

“Do you want to hitch a ride with me and Ares then?”

“Nah.” Hermes waves a hand at me. “I plan to check out the tech around here to make sure nothing’s wrong. Besides, I’ll probably end up getting in between your opportunity to stake your claim on him.”

The vermillion heat courses back up to my face again. Damn it, I just got it back down!

“We’re not that shameless.”

Hermes scoffs. “Tell me that when you’re not openly drooling over Ares in any outfit that isn’t showing off his muscles.”

I groan and don’t even bother with trying to deny him. Knowing Hermes, he’ll have a way to poke me again and it’ll just backfire on me spectacularly.

So we sit side by side, watching the photographers and models conversing with each other. After a few minutes of silence, Hermes pipes up with a conversation, which is rare in and of itself.

“You’re lucky Ares is into that.”

I blink. “Into what?”

“You being jealous.” Hermes crosses one leg over the other. “He most likely finds it hot.”

“And…you know this how?”

At this, Hermes has a look of scepticism. “You’re joking, right?”

“Joking about what?”

Hermes opens his mouth in preparation to respond…But he ends up looking up and grins. “Well, well, you sure changed fast.”

I turn my head around to find Ares standing behind me. Though he’s still wearing the sleeveless turtleneck, he has a dark red wool jacket with a faux fur collar on and the leather, ripped jeans is exchanged for the casual dark blue jeans.

He shrugs. “Evana said I can keep the turtleneck and consider it a gift.”

“A gift for you or a gift for [Name]?”

The implication is enough for me to stand up. “Well, I think it’s about time we get going, right?”

“Oh, of course, of course. I’m sure you two have important plans in mind.”

It takes every fibre of my being to not look at Hermes; I’m certain he’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary right now.

~ ~ ~

“So, is this a regular occurrence?”

Ares and I are riding the elevator down for the parking lot. After passing by

“Nah.” Ares answers casually. “Evana rarely calls on for our help. Only reason why they would now is probably because of you.”

Well, can’t say I’m surprise if that’s the reason; Evana has always wanted me to model their fashion collection. Something about me possessing a ‘rare charm’?

“I’m just surprise Evana asked you to model this time. You look pretty natural.”

“Ha!” Ares shakes his head. “Far from it. I’m used to doing the model thing ‘cause Evana had me help out from time to time when I was younger. Still felt like I’m being hunted though, so I can’t say I enjoy the attention.” Then he glances at me, which a smirk plays on his lips. “Well, unless the one hunting me is looking to be hunted in the end.”

I clear my throat at that, my eyes trying to face forward. But I can tell from the side, where one wall of the elevator reflects back at us, that Ares is enjoying my reaction. “Down, boy.” I tell him helplessly, knowing such a comment only has the opposite effect.

The elevator finally stops and opens the doors. We step out, going through the room and then out of the doors to the large parking lot. We only take a turn to walk down before Ares asks me.

“What about you?”

I raise a brow at him. “What about me?”

“You ever done the whole modelling gig or hang out with the popular groups?”

I cringe. “No thanks. I rather go out and get myself into a fight or two than spend three hours to let someone do make up and hair for some short-lived photography.” I scan the parking lot for familiar hints of the direction we’re going, make sure we’re on our way, before turning back to Ares. “Plus, they’re not my type of crowd.”

“Really?”

I raise a brow at the shock in his voice. “Why do you sound so surprise?”

Ares frowns. “That’s ‘cause…” His steps slow to a stop. And he stares.

I stop as well and wait for him to continue. When it’s clear he isn’t, I ask. “‘Cause…?”

Ares’s eyelids lower, an unknown gaze in them. But I feel a sort of heat from it. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or worry that courses to me. Then Ares turns to facing the front and starts walking again. “Never mind. It ain’t that important.”

“What?” I ask, flabbergasted. I run to catch up with him. “You can’t just ask all shock and then leave me high and dry about the reason!”

Ares looks over his shoulder just as I’m right behind him. He has a smirk on his face, much more natural than when he had been behind the camera. “I can leave you high but definitely not dry.”

The suggestive tone in his voice ignites a burst of flames upon my face. My voice box just seems to combust from the image in my head. Ares has stop walking but he still sprouts that smug expression.

Regaining my senses, I finally notice the car within our sight. I don’t let him see my face by stomping past him, keeping my face down. “L-Let’s...! Let’s just go home!”

A laugh leaves him, rumbly and deep.

It’s enough for my whole body to shiver with glee.

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Ares's P.O.V

Ares watches you walk away, sighing through his nose.

He probably should have told you why he was shocked about your answer, that he can’t see you as anything but everything beautiful in the world. But the idea of telling you about what the models talked about you is enough to shackle his possessive need, especially after seeing how hard you had glared at them.

He could tell it had been jealousy – after all, he was jealous too from heightening his hearing and overhearing what the models gossiped about.

“Did you see the guy in that turtleneck? He looks so good.”

“Yeah, but what about the one in the hoodie?”

“Oh, the one next to him?”

“Yeah! They look so good in casual. Imagine how they would look in a sleeveless turtleneck.”

“Fuck, don’t you start! I’m already picturing them in that new swimwear collection next summer…”

A growl rumbles in his throat at the memory, his gaze narrowing. Like fuck he’ll let them get that sight.

But what confuses him more is the fact you don’t seem to notice.

It was either you’re oblivious of the infatuation and admirers you got, or you’re pretending not to. But judging by the strong scowl on your face, you might be misunderstanding something.

Given how the models kept glancing in your direction, Ares can draw one conclusion.

He had resisted the urge to kiss you then. That’s fucking adorable.

Then what one of the models said next threw that resistance out of the god damn cliff and into an inferno.

“I think I’ll ask for their number. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

And how wrong that model was. He doesn’t even bother trying to know which model – to him, any of them in that little group of theirs is looking to approach you. The amount of smug pride he had when he walk past the models’ shocked expressions to the dressing room was exponentially massive.

He runs his tongue along the top row of his teeth subtly, his icy blue orbs glinting at the memory of your dazed eyes and your fingers trembling against the sleeve of the jacket.

Those models were running their mouth off, but they definitely left Ares the idea of you in a sleeveless turtleneck, with the leather jacket halfway down their arms. Then there’s the skinny jeans, fingerless gloves too.

Until that image shifts to you being under him, panting and arching your back, making that turtleneck tighten up-

“You coming?”

Ares looks at you, seeing the curious gaze and oblivious beauty that you don’t seem to realize, dressed in their comfortable hoodie and casual pants. He chuckles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, much to your confusion.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’.”

#silverking #Aresasks #snippet #Owletowo #Art + Snippet

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thepeanutbutterwizard · 9 months

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Half Sibling AU

What is Luz and Hunter's relationship in this AU?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKK THIS IS A GOOD ONE

I'm gonna put most of this answer under a read more, since this is all stuff I'm going to be keeping tightly under wraps for a few chapters in DoaF, but Luz and Hunter's entire thing is something I'm too excited about to not ramble about it

So the short story is that Luz and Hunter's relationship goes-

Mortal Enemies but in a grade-schoolers-on-the-playground way except the adults are giving them weapons -> Anything that That Idiot can figure out, I can figure out something even better with my way better magic! -> We helped each other not die in a drastic situation, but that doesn't make us friends...right? we cant be friends, we're Mortal Enemies -> Secret Friends, in more ways than one, but publicly they're Mortal Enemies. fistfighting is a legitimate love language -> overprotective and overly traumatized Siblings

Doaf is taking place during the Secret Friends part

The longer story goes more like this-

When Luz gets her first bounty at 9, it alerts Belos to her presence on the Isles in the present. He does whatever he does in cannon to figure out that Luzura the Crab Maiden was actually Eda the Owl Lady's own daughter! He found it a bit ironic, that the most annoying thorn in his side he'd ever had to deal with was the mother of the person who helped him meet the Collector.

Knowing he had to ensure that Luz completed the time loop, he decides to make Hunter his newest Golden Guard a few years earlier than he had planned. Belos had been considering accelerating the Grimwalkers training, but with the Luzura development he decides it's worth the risk. Besides, the boy seems smart enough, he'll learn on the job.

((Lilith thought the new Golden Guard was a short demon until she heard his voice))

Belos gives the Golden Guard a special assignment, one quite similar to Lilith's. He is tasked with observing a new, dangerous up-and-coming criminal, 'the Owlet', and learning as much as he can about her. He claims that he feels the Owlet shows great magical promise, and could be a valuable asset to the Empire if she could be convinced to turn away from her mothers wild ways and join a coven.

((It took all of Lilith's self control to keep a straight face when Belos said that. She had only met Luz maybe two dozen times over the last few years, but she knew the girls love for and loyalty to Edalyn was unshakable))

Hunter was absolutely thrilled to get his staff, and his assignment. He took to his task with all the might his eleven-year-old body could muster, and set off for Bonesborough to track her down

He is very disappointed when he finds her playing in the woods near town. This little kid was some kind of new big bad criminal? She was wandering around the woods, talking to herself and swinging a stick around, Titans sake she was wearing otter jammies!

Hunter figured it would be easier to just catch her then and there, so Uncle could just show Owlet herself that he was a good person, and that wild magic was bad, and then he could give Hunter an assignment fitting the Golden Guard.

Luz bit him.

It left a scar.

Most of the teeth marks fade over the years, but the ones from her primary fangs never leave his arm.

From that first meeting, a rivalry was born! Any time the Owlet and the Golden Guard ran into each other after that, they would pretty much try to kill each other. That turned into more of a proper rivalry as they grew older.

Owlet would create a new potion, Golden Guard would learn a new spell with his staff to counter it. Golden Guard would use some new cool parkour move, Owlet would stay up late training to try and keep up with the older boy.

Until an incident on the Knee, when Hunter is 13 and Luz is 11.

Luz and Eda had been collecting ingredients for potions, Hunter is up there on assignment with a squad of guards. The two groups run into each other, and of course a fight breaks out. Owlet and Golden Guard get separated from the rest.

They run into and upset some kind of demon with storm magic, who joins their fight, and Luz ends up pushing Hunter out of the way of a blow that could have killed him. The demon kicks up a storm, and Hunter, injured, tired, horrified, and confused, grabs an injured Luz and manages to get the both of them into a very small cave to wait out the storm.

The two kids work together to treat each others injuries, and after learning that neither of them have magic, they start to bond. It takes hours for the storm to pass, and when it does Owlet and Golden Guard part ways, find their respective camping parties, and expect things to be the same as they were before.

But the next time they wind up chasing each other across the Night Market and out into the woods, far from other people, their fighting kinda just...stops. The both of them had wondered about how the other kid was healing up, and after a few awkward questions they hear the Owl Lady searching for them.

Owlet runs to her instead of calling for her.

Hunter doesn't give chase.

Next time they're alone, they talk more.

Even more the next time.

And eventually they become genuine friends.

I'm debating having Luz give Hunter a secret Penstagram scroll a bit earlier than he gets the one from Darius in cannon, so that might be a thing but I'm undecided.

They're still really competitive, and sometimes they'll spend their secret hang-out sessions sparring for fun.

Things are kind of...awkward tho.

Bc of the whole, y'know, wanted criminal and high ranking law enforcement officer thing.

They try not to talk about...that. There are a lot of things they try not to talk about.

And by the end of the story, they're siblings through and through.

#the owl house #toh #owl house #toh au #the owl house au #owl house au #half sibling au #the owl house luz #owl house luz #toh luz #luz noceda #the owl house hunter #owl house hunter #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda

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drabbles-of-writing · 1 year

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how would your aus be like now that we know more stuff about the show?

oh god there would be sooooooo incredibly many changes. some I'm gonna leave alone unless directly asked but for some main ones atm--

Four Years: oh dear god so many changes. both just from learning more and also from the fact of being an au I came up with when I was 14 and I would never recommend anyone ever be the age of 14, my sincerest apologies to one luz noceda. I could make a whole other post about this but just to keep it simple lets sayyyyyy...first of all, Amity doesn't go into the Emperor's Coven. I personally still like the idea, but it doesnt really fit. theres helping her mom show off to customers, and then theres being forced into a Coven that wants to murder her crush and her crush's adoptive mom. Amity gives me the impressive of someone who would just start biting. Escaping Expulsion was Amity's "standing up to her mom" episode and I love that sm for her, I'm thinking maybe it could be redone in this au to also involve refusing to even consider the Coven? Dunno, but I know Amity doesn't join it, and neither do the twins.

Keene doesn't exist anymore, obviously. we're back on the Hunter show babey and his redemption arc (like most arcs here) take a much longer time to get on with. most remains the same, but he has a lot more interaction with Luz & the gang prior to Eclipse Lake. that episode becomes more of a "we were making so much progress but then the Panic Button hit in and everything collapsed in on itself" and then some tension between the gang of Hunter feeling shitty and not talking, the guys trying to figure out whats with him, and then Hollow Mind comes in an fucks up everything, as per usual

No more angsty fics about Camila missing her daughter because Vee's here now! yaaaaay. but this does mean Camila went a longer time without ever realizing her daughter was someone else, although I imagine at some point she WOULD feel that something was just Off. obviously shes a regular human shes not gonna think a shapeshifter took the place of her daughter, but shes gonna know something is Off and Strange but she cant put her finger on it and Luz seems happy...most of Yesterday's Lie remains the same but since it's at least been two years, maybe three, since Luz has seen her mom, she looks MUCH different than how Vee changed her appearance, so it throws Camila off quite a bit

smaller things will also stay, such as Luz becoming the Owlet and everyone being their own kinda brand of rebel. I'd have to figure out how to slide in Raine, Darius, Eberwolf, etc, somewhere in here. I'll figure it out

Beta: this one stays the most unchanged I think? granted I was updating it slightly more with updates in the show than Four Years. Hunter is still local nephew of principal and Belos's plan still involves killing all witches but its just in the "saving humanity from these evils" instead of "saving humanity from these evils and then going home". still unsure how the grimwalkers would tie into this, if my guy was just continuously making kids or if hes not actually a puritan and just a nasty old guy, and all the other golden guards are Hunter's older brothers? and he was possibly kidnapped when he was a baby or something? that part im the least sure on

Emperor: well, first of all, the duo of Amity & Luz becomes the trio of Amity, Luz & Hunter. none of them get along. Amity is constantly exasperated by Luz and her dumbassery & Luz thinks shes uptight and a tryhard at times. Luz and Hunter are dumbass on dumbass hatecrimes because Luz also thinks hes uptight but also a massive brat who thinks hes better than everyone & Hunter thinks shes annoying as hell and beneath him on every level. Hunter and Amity just take one look at each other, smell the Gifted Child With Parental Issues Trying To Be Perfect In Every Single Way on each other, and immediately drop into offensive hissing cat positions.

Luz and Hunter are the ones who get along first, mostly cause Luz getting brought over to the Emperor's Coven kind of guaranteed she'd run into Hunter first and they'd end up sticking to each other and realize they're massive nerds. Luz and Amity get along next through the power of Luz being stubborn and wlw. Hunter and Amity are last and technically it only really happens because they may be petty and spiteful but they can and will set that aside for one goal: being even pettier and even more spiteful to anyone being mildly annoying to Luz

This AU in particular hasn't had a lot of updates to it so theres a lot of room to work with her. Luz technically becomes friends with Willow and Gus because shes undercover trying to get new recruits (shes terrible at it). this also means that Hunter is more easily converted to the side of Oh Belos Fucking Sucks because he already has adopted sister Luz telling him to Run and her mildly okay girlfriend yoinking him along. course this also means it fucks up Luz even more to see that Hunter is a grimwalker and, per paraphrased word of Belos, she was the favorite. if it came down to it, Belos would've happily let Hunter die, hell, would've even done it on purpose. by virtue of being human, and Hunter being a clone, she was, in fact, given special treatment, and if anything went slightly wrong then Hunter would've died. these kids are fucked up

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worldly-diversity · 4 months

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@burning-fcols ○ 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ○

⤷ 『 Quincy considers leaving several times as he waits for Seviathan to appear, every second feeling like an eternity. Hunched in his seat, cloak held is tightly around him to conceal his appearance despite there being no need anymore. Led to a private room away from potential prying eyes, Quincy had even denied the usual offer of food or refreshments. One servant being aware of his visit is already one too many… Lost in doubts, mind and vision fogged by them, Quincy is caught off-guard when the door finally opens.

Starting in his seat, breath catches at the sight of Sev— before the small male rushes over. All doubt replaced by desperation, arms wrap around his secret boyfriend partner lover he’s-not-quite-sure Seviathan as he buries his face against the other’s chest. Trembling as he clings to Sev, a shaky hiccup escapes the hooded figure, sounding as if Quincy were fighting and failing to stifle tears. Moving his face back, he reluctantly pulls down his hood as he says, ❝ I-I’m so sorry… I know I shouldn’t be here, not without warning but… but I— ❞

Looking up with an apologetic, glossy gaze, Quincy appears worse-for-wear. Soft feathers mussed, tears brim in his eye, overflowing to rush down a bruised cheek. Sniffling, ears rest flat in shame, Quincy certain he must appear pathetic. To not only have been such an easy target ( his peers’ scorn is not always merely verbal, Quincy known to be quiet about things rather than stir up trouble ) , but to come crying to Sev afterward instead of suffering privately as usual.

❝ … I-I’m sorry. ❞ He mutters with a downcast gaze. - (( *hands over a boi who Immediately wanted Sev after being Bullied™* rip )) 』

Quincy knows better than to disobey him, it's the only reason he's curious instead of irate when a servant fetches him to inform him of a guest. He'd not planned on dealing with the owlet today so he's a little annoyed he has to interrupt what he's doing, even if it is to play with his favourite victim, but needs must and all that.

His curiosity only grows when he finds himself with an armful of fluffy feathers as soon as the door shuts behind him, feeling the shaking of Quincy's shoulders before he registers that the other is crying. It really isn't a strange occurrence, both generally a welcome sight as well as quite simply a frequent one when the other is concerned, but he still wonders what triggered it as he absently wraps his arms around his weepy little pet and runs his fingers through the soft feathers on his head.

Well, at least he knows to be sorry. Hmm, how should he punish Quincy this time~?

His mind wanders with ideas that make a giddy sense of anticipation flutter in his chest before he forces it down. Smirking was not an appropriate reaction after all, and he wouldn't want Quincy to notice that he's fallen head over heels for the worst bully in his life.

He shushes the owlet gently, fingers brushing over his cheek when Quincy looks up, but his eyes widen with genuine surprise for once as he spots the bruise behind crumpled feathers. What— Surely not?? Who would be foolish enough to physically attack someone from the nobility? Pathetic as Quincy was, his parents wouldn't stand for it surely?

Quincy would be scolded by them for letting it happen in the first place of course, but they would retaliate at the very least. So then why was Quincy here rather than ensuring his tormentors got what they deserved? Alright, so maybe he's a little annoyed as well. He shouldn't be, but Quincy is his to torment, damn it!

"Hush baby." He mutters as Quincy continues apologising, quite frankly he isn't listening, instead plotting some unfortunate accident for the fools daring to touch what was his to hurt.

Finally his gaze lowers from the wall he'd been glaring at to gaze at Quincy properly, take in those big eyes full of tears and let the satisfaction nestle deeply, where Quincy won't see it. "Who did this to you, pet?" He murmurs, undertone slightly darker than intended, but he supposes his tone would only give Quincy the reassurance that this would be dealt with. It would be, just not for the reasons Quincy would imagine.

As for the immediate… He might as well keep Quincy with him for the time being, sending him away wouldn't serve a purpose at the moment, and he does always love to watch as Quincy is on the verge of tears, it makes him want to hurt him every time.

"Come, let's go upstairs and you can give me all the details. I'll take care of it, and of you. I promised, didn't I?" He had, although the spirit of said promise was far from benign.

#burningfcols #universe • hazbin hotel #inquiry • hazbin hotel #interactions • seviathan von eldritch #answered #-cackles-#istg i dont have many spoons for writing but some things will break through that and bullying quincy is one of them~#i feel like my writing is stiff but oh well uwu #seviathan wants to hurt him moreeee and we're not sorry #yes he was picturing those big tearful eyes sucking (candy) xD

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mandareeboo · 5 months

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Unfinished Work #58: "Coffee Time"

I'm kind of sad steam ran out for this one! It was gonna be interesting. The basic idea from here was that Octavia would start seeing Loona as a friend and invite her over when Stella got her things. Loona would admittedly only ever see it as a job, since Octavia never asked her about her day or life. Once that was out Octavia would apologize and they'd become actual friends. It just didn't pan out.

Title: Coffee Time

Summary: Loona finds a very angsty bird coming by once a week to break into her routine and steal her coffee.

Being a secretary is the pits. Maybe it would be worth something if there was any real need for it, but I.M.P. is almost solely walk-ins so Loona honestly, legitimately has nothing to do most of the day. Her main work was keeping up with clients while the others went off murdering- usually via text, since even the dumbest of the damned don't tend to casually discuss having people go to the human realm for them on a call. It's a lot of quick, autocorrected, boring messages that Loona's basically turned into a one-woman algorithm of 'yes, we're doing it. Yes, they're there. Yes, we really are gonna kill a bitch. No, I don't want your unsolicited dick pics.'

Loona's claim to fame is in two very specific aspects. One: she has legs for days. Two: she makes a damn good cup of coffee. The nice thing about a hellhound's nose is that she knows the exact second it's perfectly brewed, and exactly how much to add. Her coffee is consistent, it's reliable, and it's sad that it's the highlight of her day to make some stupid bean juice, but it is.

Rifling through the cabinets, Loona finds two unmarked white mugs and pulls them down. She fills one higher than the other. The smaller cup gets a shitton of creamer in it; like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. It's basically milk with extra steps. The other gets the rest of the bottle- and it's never enough for Moxxie's bitch ass, but Loona decided a long time ago that if he wanted his preferred amount he should buy his own or get his wife to stop drinking half a damn bottle at a time.

Setting them down at the front of her desk, Loona flops back into her chair, pulls up Sinstagram, and waits.

Her job is a routine. It's simple. It's monotonous. Sometimes it's really fucking boring. Most of the time it's really fucking boring, actually. But Loona doesn't exactly have a lot of options on her plate.

Then the door gets kicked open, and suddenly it's new and refreshing.

"You would not BELIEVE the shit my dad told me today," Octavia grouses. Loona's eyebrows raise as the avian casually grabs one of the few waiting room chairs and pulls it over to her desk. She didn't invite the Goetia. She'd offered to listen whenever she wanted to rant, after that night in L.A., but she'd really not expected her to take her up on that. It was just one of those things, y'know? A yarn nice people use but don't really expect to have put into practice.

"You didn't walk here, did you?" she asks. Loona didn't even want to consider the stink Stolas would make if his owlet had walked into the shadiest part of Imp City alone.

"Of course not. I took a bus." Octavia's beak wrinkles as she recounts it. Loona wonders if it's the first time she's taken a bus in hell. They make Earth buses look spotless. "The dick isn't here, is he?"

"Blitz? Nah. He's off murdering the ex of a client." Loona's pretty sure he'll be home soon, though. Annoying as they all were, the imps were damn good at fucking their way up and out of fucked up situations. "We got time."

Octavia looks at the mugs, grabs the darker one, and slugs it like its vodka. Loona's too amused to tell her it's not for her. Because, fuck, who cared? They can make their own fucking coffee. Loona casually pulls the off-white milk monstrosity towards herself. "Anyway. My dad told me the wildest shit today. He was betrothed to my mum. It was some... fucked up arranged shit."

"You didn't know that?"

"You did?"

"He's royalty, kid. Rich bitches don't usually marry out of love."

"Well, yeah, but," Octavia grasps at straws, "We don't talk to the rest of dad's family. I just assumed it was because he and my mum pissed them off and eloped."

"Maybe," Loona replies. It's not like she knows a damn thing about it. "I don't, like, know your dad or anything, but he always gave me hella gay vibes. I didn't think he liked women at all."

Octavia takes a smaller sip, clenching her talons around the warmth for comfort. "I... don't know. I've never asked."

"He'd probably tell you if you did."

"Yeah. Probably. Does it... bother you? Our dads dating."

Loona's pretty sure 'dating' isn't what their relationship could be defined as. But she also doesn't want to break it to Octavia that she's heard they bone for profit, either. Not her table. "I really don't give a fuck what they do. Blitz is just my dad on paper."

(It's almost a lie. Loona sees Blitzo mostly as, like, an obnoxious roommate whose also her boss. But she also knows her role is nepotism at its finest, and that he gets her presents and remembers her favorite things, and Loona just. Can't think too deeply about it. Can't rely on that. It's only a matter of time before that goes away. It always does.)

"He's so... gross."

"Just be glad he's not giving you shitty cutesy nicknames."

Octavia shudders.

Loona's phone goes off with an obnoxiously loud chime. She sighs. "Sorry, kid. That's my cue to bring them back."

"'Via," Octavia corrects, immediately standing up. She fiddles with her beanie nervously. "Can I... come back sometimes? And talk to you? It's just nice to have someone around my age to bitch to."

Loona agrees. It's about time her job had some actual fucking requirements. And if that requirement is hanging out with a cool but troubled teenager, she can handle that. By the time the portal's open Octavia's gone, the chair is back in its place, and Loona's sending the usual 'we killed the bitch, like we said.'

Moxxie's grating voice breaks through Loona's eardrums like sandpaper as he lifts the almost empty coffee pot. "Goddamn it, Loona. Can't you do your job?"

"Do it yourself you fat bitch," she intones blandly, hiding a smile behind the pages of a grimoire that's as old as hell itself.

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"Wow," Octavia says the second time, finding the exact same setup. "This really is all you do all day."

"It's called a job," Loona replies, waving her in. "A really stupid one."

The Goetia trilled as she pulled the chair up. She seemed a bit more hesitant this time around- probably because she wasn't in a blind rage like the last time. "What's it like, having a job?"

The hellhound gestured to herself, sitting in the same damn chair with her legs up on the same damn table. "It's this. Sit here all day. Same time every day. Make some coffee, keep clients up to date, and portal the idiots home when they're done fucking around topside."

#Helluva Boss #Loona #Octavia Goetia #Unfinished Work

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crescentblossom66 · 1 year

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 10

TW: Blood

The picture wouldn't leave his mind, it flashed in front of his inner eye every time he closed his eyes. Why?...Why did this happen? He knew the dangers that the life of crime entailed, but nobody deserved to die like he did. He closed the door to his living quarters with a loud thud.

“Could you maybe not slam the door shut like a lunatic! The little owlets are asleep!” The annoyed voice of his wife echoed through the whole flat, she was already in a bad mood it seemed...That would make it easier to do what he had to do.

“Shut up! I'm tired from work! The wee blighters won't wake jus' because I closed a door too hard!” He knew that they'd wake up, they were quite easy to tear out of their peaceful slumber, he was well aware. This was hard, so unbelievably hard to do, but it was the right thing to do.

“Well, if the door didn't do the job then your incessant screaming will!” She glared at him the moment he entered the living room, her feathers were raised in anger, and her posture made it clear that she was repulsed by his behavior. She looked lovely even like this, and he found it hard to remain angry, he wanted to apologize to her for neglecting her and the kids, he wanted to hold her and caress her cheek. He would have done just that had he not realized something a few days ago, when he was thought a horrible lesson: No one was safe from the enemy.

It was that day that he learned first hand just how gruesome and cruel his work really was. His father had been negotiating with a rival gang for a couple of months, and now the leader of the other gang had agreed to meet on neutral territory, he, of course, had accompanied him to said meeting...only to realize that they were surrounded as the rival gang members ambushed them. They had lost quite a lot of people, he would have been among them, if his old man hadn't thrown himself into the fray to distract them. His father had looked at him with an expression of defeat and anguish, one that he had never seen from the old bird, before he charged at his attackers, his last words still echoed in his mind “They're yers now, lad, lead 'em well.”

How he wished that his agonized screams of pain would leave his mind alone, how he wished he hadn't turned around to see him getting stabbed down by five blades that dug deeper and deeper into the older birds flesh as his assailants ended his life slow and painfully. The images and sounds wouldn't leave him, they still hadn't left him. It made something very clear for him though, he needed to keep his family safe, and the only way to do so was...with them not being around him.

The yellow bird could hear that his kids had woken up in the room next to theirs, and he could see that tears were starting to roll down her cheeks, staining her feathers. His heart hurt seeing her like that, but he needed to stay strong. It didn't matter if they all hate him as long as they were out of harm's way. It didn't matter if he was the villain in their life, as long as they lived a happy life away from the terrors of the metro.

“Look what you have done, Con. Why are you so selfish and horrible?! Don't you care about the kids at all?!” This was the perfect opportunity, but the words he had to say there so terrible, so absolutely horrendous, and so unbelievably cruel, and contradictory to his real feelings..yet he forced them out as convincingly as he could while it felt like he took a dagger to the heart.

“I never wanted 'em in the first place! Couldn't care less 'bout those useless, crying peck necks!” The room fell silent, the female owl started to tremble and sob, as she opened the door to the room the kids were in. This was killing him, he felt like he was killing all the joy in his life, like he was destroying everything he lived for, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't...not now.

“Y-You're a terrible sadistic scumbag, how could I marry someone like you!? I should have seen just what a terrible person you are!” She came back, holding his son and his two daughters in her wings, all four of them crying as she grabbed her bag and tore open and exited their apartment, “I hope you're happy with your miserable existence, go to hell and rot, asshole!” With that she slammed the door shut and the crushing silence was back. He could hear her angrily stomping down the stairs until even that was replaced by nothing but silence.

“I will, me love, I will.”

His nightmare stopped as something dripped on his face. The Conductor wiped water drops from his face and sat up with a groan, banishing the nightmare out of his mind. It had been so many years...so many, yet that terrible day never truly left his mind. When he looked around he found that the real world was just as much of a nightmare as the dream that had tormented him, it just went from mentally pain to physical pain He found that the cause for the concentrated pain in his back was a sharp, rusty nail, it had broken through frame of the bed, and almost poked through his thin mattress. It would have stabbed him in the back, but thankfully stopped just before it reached the surface, that didn't really make the pain in his back better whatsoever.

He looked around his small cell in the death ward. The death ward was for those who were either sentenced to death or for those simply to deemed to dangerous to be with other inmates, he was currently in the latter category, at least until he would be properly judged for all his crimes...which meant he was already in the right place. His list of crimes was a long one.

As he sat there in his dingy, small cell, he wondered how Hattie was doing, he prayed that she was alright, that nothing bad had happened to her. The owl was technically almost in pitch black darkness, where he was were no windows, no light to cling to, no escape form the darkness. No hope, only despair... But he wouldn't be the leader of the Leowles if he let all of this crush him.

From a few cells away he could hear quiet whispering, if he concentrated enough and moved close enough to the bars on cell to tune his ear-like feathers to the sound, he could just about make out what they were saying.

“Did ya here the news?”

“Do you mean the gang wars in the metro or the reestablishment of Calcite City?”

“The re-what? No, I meant how the Penguiads got bombed and then got chased out of the entertainment district.” That was like music to his ears, a wicked, smug grin spread on the yellow owl's face.

“Oh that yeah, the Nyakuza rule the whole metro now, considering what happened to the Leowles.”

The grin vanished in an instant and his worry spread in him like a disease, as they mentioned his gang.

“Heard that their leader is stuck 'ere now, they say he's puny-looking old owl thing. No wonder they got destroyed if that's true.” The yellow bird growled and would have liked to yell at them to peck off and that at least he MANAGED to lead a gang while they were useless goons that got captured, and that no one would even want to save. He forced himself to swallow those words though, he needed to know what happened to Hattie.

“Quite a few of the Leowles died, I heard, but rumor has it that some escaped. Doesn't matter though, we're not gonna get out anytime soon...do you know what's for lunch today?”

He hoped that Hattie was one of those that survived, She was a smart girl, surely she had escaped the Nyakuza's clutches. He should have known that the Empress wouldn't waste a second and seize the chance to get rid of both them, and the Penguiads, and after he was the one who did all the work, the Empress would get all the territory...He should have crushed them while he still had the chance, but those penguins had blinded him to the threat she posed.

The owl slammed his fist into the concrete wall of his cell, he stared to the ground below, not even recoiling from the pain. He had really failed now, hadn't he? “PECK!”

“Someone really has some colorful language-” He rose his head as he heard something hitting the bars next to him. The object got pulled back as he looked up, the sight of it would have made him smile, if that wouldn't make it too clear that it was no normal cane. Hattie came through for him! “-got this old piece of junk form the post this morning, was addressed to you. Hope you don't mind if I keep it, not that you can do anything against it anyway.”

From the way he spoke it was clear that the prison guard had no idea what he had in his hands.

“You might wanna get rid of that thing, laddie. It will bring ye nothin' but trouble.” He said as he stared into the eyes of the guard, who only scoffed...he played right into his hand.

“No, I think I'm gonna keep it. Seems more like a lucky charm to me, who would even send something like that to a high security prison, it's almost like the sender didn't know that it would be confiscated immediately.” Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't all that mattered was that he needed to get his cane, it was his ticket to freedom.

He needed to escape, not only would he most likely die if he couldn't find a way out, but he had to help Hattie! He had to help his only...family. He really was awful, wasn't he? He put so much pressure on her, he had wanted her to take over the gang, that was his intention when he adopted her.

The yellow owl slumped onto his mattress, resting his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. She had been so tiny, he remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had just returned form a his regular check up with his businesses, when he heard the sound of crying from an alley next to the station. He had slowly gone to check what it was with his knife drawn, he couldn't take the chance of somebody ambushing him. The moment he had laid eyes on the tiny baby, rage had overcome him. Who in their right mind would leave a defenseless, vulnerable child just out in the streets?! He wished he would have found that peck neck! He would have given that guy more holes than a swiz cheese!

He smiled when he recalled the little drawings she had given him when she was younger. How attentively she listened whenever he explained something. Why did he do this to her? Hattie didn't deserve all that pain she now had to go through.

“I'll fix it, lassie, just hold on a bit longer.” He whispered to no one as he thought of a plan.

It was at lunchtime when he had the opportunity to put his risky plan into action. The yellow owl noticed the prison warden that had his cane, the moment he entered the big cafeteria. On the way he paid close attention to the locked storage room, he needed to find his coat if he didn't want to die a horrible death.

He grabbed his plate of food and went to the table where a muscly, tall eagle peacefully enjoyed the slob that they called food. From the intel he could gather in the short amount of time he had spent captive, he actually had a very short temper and the small prison gang he associated with never shirked away from a fight. A feigned trip and spilled hot carrot soup later, the eagle gave him a death glare...So far so good.

“Ain't ya gonna apologize or do I have to force it out of ya?” the low, ominous voice of the eagle caused those around him to pay attention to him. The Leowle leader needed this guy angry, but given his innate talent of pissing the people around him off, that really shouldn't pose a problem.

The Conductor dropped the plate and only shrugged nonchalantly. “Honestly, lad, I think I ain't got nothin' to apologize fer. I tried ta fix that ugly mug of yers, but it turns out that it just cannae be fixed.” The eagle rose to his full height, easily towering over the yellow owl. A moment later he got what he wanted when the eagle threw a punch at him that he easily evaded. What followed was the whole gang now attacking him. He had narrowly dodged a kick from the flamingo that decided to help his leader, and a moment later a fork whizzed by him, just about missing his wing.

“No wonder all ye scumbags are stuck in here! I'm just surprised this buildin' hasn't collapsed yet with stupidity filling every crevice of it!” He taunted the onlookers, some of which now also charged at him. As he nimbly dodged punches, kicks, and flying cutlery, he noticed the guard with his cane finally approach the scene. That small moment of inattentiveness resulted in him getting hit in the stomach by a kick, which made him grit his beak. Just a bit more, he needed to avoid the hits. He used one of the inmates as a meat-shield, baiting an attack from the huge eagle which easily floored the poor dove that got knocked out cold.

“Cease this nonsense at once! Calm down!” The guards made their way toward them, restraining rioting prisoners. Most of the inmates' attention was drawn away from him, as they now attacked each other after one inmate hurt the other as the riot went on. The guard he was targeting locked eyes with him and smirked.

“You! If I take you out, I'm sure that I'll finally be promoted!” The Conductor once again made sure that the eagle's fury was aimed at him, as he laughed at his failed attempts to hurt him. As the guard drew closer, the Conductor jumped over a table as the eagle prepared to slam one of the wooden chairs on his head, instead of him, the object collided with the cranium of the guard that only paid attention to the movements of the yellow bird.

“Check mate!” He grabbed the cane from the unconscious prison guard and put on of his claws into the thin slit in the middle of the handle, pulling the little switch inside which released a trigger in the fancy carving of the handle.

“What the hell!” That was all the tall eagle could say as a bullet hit him right between the eyes, the stopper of the cane still smoking, the prisoners around suddenly grew pale after realizing that they were looking down the barrel of a rifle. The owl used the following confusion to grab the key chain the guard had on his belt before he started to run toward the storage room. As he reached said room, the loud alarm started blaring, which made him curse under his breath as he fumbled with the keys. He stayed as calm as he could concentrating on his task, which got progressively harder the louder the footsteps of alarmed security guards became. He breathed a huge sigh of relief once the door finally unlocked, a moment later and he would have been a twitching heap on the floor after the stun guns they carried shocked him. It didn't take him long to find his coat. It was insulated quite nicely, it made it heavy, but that was what he needed the most now.

The prison was known to be the best at holding bird prisoners captive, that had one simple reason...a barrier of lasers at the top made sure that the winged inmates wouldn't even consider the idea of flying to escape. Today he'd try the impossible. The Conductor knew that it would be painful, he knew that even with his coat the lasers would still harm him...maybe even kill him, but it was do or die, and peck he wouldn't just give up and die!

Before he exited, he checked the corridors for more people and found that most of them had run to the cafeteria to stop the riot and to find him in the huge crowd, if he hurried they wouldn't find him in time. He ran toward the courtyard and had to waste another two shots at the guards near the entrance, the latter of the two wardens even managed to scrape his face with his shot, but the owl only wiped the away the blood and ran.

Now came the hardest part, he tied the sleeves of his coat together around his chest where he also positioned his cane. The owl made sure that his head was covered by its thick material before he started to fly. He absolutely hated flying, a strange thing considering all birds regularly liked to do it, but he found it rather cumbersome.

He made his way all the way to the dome-like top, just about where the lasers combined, and aimed just above the fence. The velocity from the drop was his safest bet to get through the lasers with the fewest injuries. The owl took one last glance at the buzzing, red streaks of energy that separated him from the outside world before he took a deep breath and dove down.

This was gonna hurt like absolute peck!

And by hell did it hurt! He screamed as the hot lasers made contact with his body and burned through his thin prison clothes, the lasers singed his feathers and burned his skin, his eyes turned blurry as the pain turned to almost unbearable.

Yet he made it through...he thanked everything that was holy that he somehow managed to land in a bush, which cushioned his fall. He just laid there for a few minutes, his whole body aching so bad he felt like he was dying. He yelped when he stepped out onto the ground, and pain shot through his whole body, which made his feathers stand on end. He needed to get to the train station that was all that mattered. He dragged his broken body to the station with all his willpower and was surprised that it was unattended. The guards that normally patrolled the area around there probably were called back to help search for him.

The yellow owl started the train with his mind starting to turn fuzzy, using his last remaining energy, the owl switched in the autopilot before he collapsed right after with the train now well on its way back to the metro.

#ahit fanfic #dead bird metro au #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #inspired by the au from #the confuktor

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ghost-bxrd · 24 days

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how would Talon Dick react to his owlet having an owlet of his own? (Like, Jason adopting Damian while they're both with the LoA)

🦉🦉🦉

He‘d totally have a bit of a breakdown over it and try to wrangle Jason back into the nest (along with Damian) like he used to.

Jason, very begrudgingly, allows it.

And laughs his butt off when Dick ends up super annoyed about the nest not being big enough for his owlet anymore, promptly going on a hunt for more pillows and blankets.

#jason still thinks it‘s kind of weird to refer to kids as owlets #but that‘s always what dick called him and Tim so whatever #maybe it‘s a court think #(it‘s not. it‘s a talon thing)#owl song #talon dick grayson #some fluff for the soul #ah yes #all the what ifs of a happier timeline #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #Damian wayne

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 11 months

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DNA Analysis:

Note: Normally I don’t do “Mum and Dad” on the same page, I usually break it up into two parts but since there’s not much of a personality to Octavia because she’s more of a prop to the second main character — Stolas — by being his daughter

Stella (Mum):

• Volatile

* Octavia goes from 0-10 real fast as seen in 2x02 she went from asking Stolas if they could spend some father/daughter time together and when he rejected her because he was busy with moving Stella’s belongings out of the house. She and went from timid to full blown rage which is most likely comes from Stella (the rage part), not saying that Stolas doesn’t get mad too but it’d have to take something Stella-related to get him THAT bad

• Pupil dilation and shrinkage (depending on the emotion that matches Octavia’s body language)

• Octavia’s disinterest in singing — unlike Stolas — most likely would have come Stella

Facial expressions:

• Incredulity (1x02)

* When she questioned Stolas about needing “bodyguards” for a theme park

• Annoyed (squinny)

• Embarrassed

• Feisty

Stolas (Dad)

• Abandonment issues or separation anxiety

* Theory: Most likely came through Stolas’s neglect — it skipped a generation — from Paimon as a child when Octavia was an owlet which is probably still ongoing (if he hasn’t already cut off contact with his dad)

• Music

* Genre: punk rock / emo

• Hypersensitive

• Reserved

Facial expressions:

• Pissed off

* Almond-shape eyes (not usually squinty like Stella), dilated pupils and very similar to Stolas when he’s mad with someone, Stella in most cases 😂

• Apologetic

• Tentative

• Shocked

• Nervous

• Relieved

• Excited

• Guilty

• Tired

From both Stolas & Stella:

• Hostility (depending on the situation)

* Stolas is only unkind to Stella and those who decide to boldly threaten his daughter ie: Striker in 2x04

* Stella is unkind when it comes to interacting with Stolas to the point of wanting him dead because he cheated on her with someone who is commoner (but she is pleasant with everyone else outside of him)

• Appearance - obviously Octavia is the splitting image of Stolas apart from Stella shaped eyes (pupils included) — but has a mixture of her parents facial expressions — and the same markings, but white, on her fingertips, v-shaped plume, and legs that come up just below her knees

• Immature

Facial expressions:

• Geekiness

* In 1x02 Octavia knew about Loo Loo Land in a nerdy way about the theme park being a knock off version of “Lu Lu World” but despite that she actually smirked meanly and contemptuously, similarly to Stella, at the mention of it being a “corporate shame” (even Stolas seem to have recognised the mannerisms of her mother)

• Determination

• Disorientated

• Appreciative

• Thoughtful

• Triumphant

• Disgusted

• Frowning

• Contempt

• Seeking

Conclusion:

All of these points actually makes a lot of sense when it comes to 95% of her dad’s personality, since Stolas did majority of Octavia’s upbringing the best as he could as if he was a “single dad” even though he’s stuck in marriage. Common knowledge really 😆

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#octavia definitely is more stolas’s child 👨🏻‍🍼#like father like daughter 🧬#gay #octavia of the ars goetia #aromantic #stolas supremacy 🔥#dna analysis #constantly updated #he deserves better #helluva boss #stolas (mentioned)#stella (mentioned)

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aimmyarrowshigh · 1 year

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3, 17 & 18 for the deep fic asks? :D

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

Like that isn't by me? I think the fic that I'm currently the most *clutches to my chest* about is Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail by owlet.

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

Just answered!

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

I TRY to write every day first thing in the morning and right before bed, but sometimes it doesn't quite work at those times and I write at some other time instead. But I do write every day, whether I post anything or not -- I try to post something every day as well, but we all know I've been ::blows raspberry:: about Daily Drabbles so far in 2023. I'm doing well on Femslash February though! And I'm fucking determined to finish and post Steve/Joyce ASAP, so I've been working on that. I'm annoyed that it's taken this long, even having taken all of November and December off because of big bangs and exchanges. Still. Still! ::shakes fist at self::

I WILL say that I get around the "but I'm not INSPIRED" trap by having so many WIPs going at any given moment and writing for so many different fandoms. There's "no excuse" (in quotes!!!!) not to work on SOMETHING even if the main WIP, or whatever, isn't vibing that day. But there are days when I just feel too crappy to get anything done, and that's okay, too.

#fanfiction ask meme #fandom #fanfiction

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lennjamin-o7 · 1 year

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it’s very annoying when writing doesn’t work out, but good on you for cutting the piece that wasn’t working! Have a Feline Owlet Nightjar as a luck charm for the rest of the writing. Also, do you have a preference of birds?

I was fighting with it all day. Its already better, but its just not DONE.

Omg those birds look so angy! Absolute resting bitch face. I adore them, they are so cranky!!!

I love all birds, though I really like Bluejays. I think they are so funky, even if they are little shits that steal nests.

#lenn writes #ask and ye shall receive #to be truly free #ambadatdecisions

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 2 years

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@owlet replied to your post “I know my “getting really annoyed at people who say stuff is a moral failing” posting has become more popular than ever before...”

that’s ben affleck with long hair and a beard, not keanu

i don't even know who that is now.

#big yud

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starblazekirara · 1 year

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The Violet Star and the Owlet

Something I wrote a while back, when my OC Nova first meets Octavia and Stolas

A small crowd was talking in the back garden of the palace of Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia. His wife Stella took the chance to host a tea party of sorts while he was away at the Hell counsel that day. A small 5 year old owlet with pink eyes stood near the back staying out of the way of the adults, their child Octavia stood around bored, even though her mother has to watch her for that day. Octavia didn't have any toys around her to try and play with, she went up to her mother.

“Can you play with me some mommy?” asked Octavia as she tugged on her mother's dress. Stella annoyed turned down to the little girl.

“Can't you see I'm busy child! I can't be bothered to play with you, go bother someone else.” Stella answered dryly with annoyance. The child thought she was just that, a pest to her mother, even thought she just wanted to play with her like more children do.

“Daddy would play with me.” Octavia said to herself. Her mother scoffed as she heard her.

“Well your father is at an important meeting, and won't be back till later, so, just play out of our way.” Stella shooed her daughter away from her and her guests. Octavia went back to her little spot in the garden and gave a little pout, she was going to bored at one of her mother's parties, again. But a green and black butterfly caught the little owlet's eye, it fluttered around her, Octavia giggled as she tried to catch it and started to follow it, but the insect slipped out between the bars of the back gate, Octavia was small enough to slip through the bars as well while her mother's back was turned and wandered away from the palace.

Meanwhile one other Goetia was out in the city this one was much older about 15, her name was Nova Celestine, her father held a presidential rank within the Goetia family, she didn't mind being low on the caste scale. But Nova had always been a bit different than other members in looks, she possessed the traditional white face as any other bird demons, hers was like new fallen snow, this delicate face was framed with ashen gray feathers that cascaded down her back, shades of lavender would grace ones eye when the light touched her hair just right. And unlike most members of the Goetia she also possessed a growing expanse of feathers from her knees downward, dark as rain clouds yet glimmered with lavender stars, each step she took the clouds soften them making her near silent as she walked.

Nova looked a slip of paper at an address that was written on it, she looked around but couldn't find it. She scratched her head out of confusion,

“Where is that place? Did I get the directions wrong?” Nova asked herself, she was about to ask someone when she heard it, the sound every demon fears, the sound of tornado like sirens. Nova looked at her flip phone only to see an alert that would make anyone's stomach drop.

'Alert! ALERT! EXTERMINATION NOW STARTING!! Seek shelter IMMEDIATELY!!' Demons, imps and sinners of all kinds scrambled to get into a nearby stable shelter.

“But it wasn't suppose to happen till tomorrow! Crap! There's got to be a-” Nova told herself, somehow she over the screaming and shouting, she heard crying, the crying of child, she followed it till she found a owlet in the middle of the street, crying. Nova could see she was a pink starry dress, and had pink eyes Octavia had gotten lost and was only seen by the one with lavender eyes.

“Is that a kid?! Why is she alone when it's about to become a bloodbath down here?!” Nova asked herself, she looked between a safe building and back to the child, any other heartless being would leave the child to save their own skin, but this wasn't her, she couldn't let an innocent die in this sick version of a purge.

“I-I can't leave her!” said Nova as she dashed out into the street and scooped up a crying Octavia, the child looked up at who had just saved her.

“Hey don't be scared, you'll be safe with me, where are your parents?” Nova asked in a frantic state.

“I wandered away from home, and-and now I'm lost!” Octavia cried.

“Listen you know what those sirens mean right?” Nova asked her. Octavia was trying to find her voice in all the chaos that was happening around her, she then remembered what her father had told her about if she ever heard those sirens.

“My daddy told me they meant something bad was to happen, but it only happened once a year.” young Octavia answered her rescuer. Nova was relieved that the little girl knew about them.

“Right, we need to wait this out somewhere safe, no one will let us in right now, but we'll find a place.” Nova told the child as they got out of the open, the older girl ducked between ally-ways and shadows while keeping the child close to her, shielding her from any carnage they came across.

“I-I-I want to go home......I.....I want daddy and mommy...” Octavia whimpered as she buried her face in Nova's feathers, the teen brought her face up to her own.

“Oh, I know you do sweetheart, but as soon as this is over with we'll go find them.” said Nova. Octavia rubbed away some tears from her eyes.

“Y-you promise?” asked Octavia. Nova smiled warmly at her.

“Of course, but what's your name?” Nova replied.

“Octavia, and you're older than me.” said Octavia.

“Yeah, but I'm Nova, and we're friends now that we know each other's names.” Nova told her. Octavia smiled she at least wasn't alone in a scary place anymore. She couldn't wait to tell her father about her new friend. Nova looked around.

“But right now we need some shelter to wait this out otherwise-” screaming cut off what she was about to say next.

“That's going to be us, no place will let us in right now! Where can we-” Nova told the child as they ran, but screaming and shouting was anywhere they went, but rounding a corner she was met with tall figures with angel wings and white glowing weapons standing over a pile of dead demons.

“Oh no, Exterminators!” Nova explained. One of them heard her and turned. Nova kept a tight hold of Octavia and shielded her from what was before them. 'They spotted us!' thought Nova. Both Exterminators turned to them, fear rose in the older girls throat, she pressed the owlet close to her and looked down at her.

“Listen sweetheart, close your eyes and keep them shut, we're going to be okay.” Nova told her, Octavia did what she was told and buried her face in Nova's top, using her free hand a spark of starry violet fire lit up in her hand.

'I swore I'd never use this, but I have very little choice, I promised to get her home.' thought Nova. A spear was raised to them when a large shadow darted between them, the blade being cut in half clattering to the ground.

“Don't even think it!” the figure growled, Nova looked up and saw a very imposing female Hellhound between her and the Exterminators. Her fur was a dark gray with black markings on her face and legs along with her wrists, her tail had a gold chain around it and as a belt on her torn up Capri's. Nordic runes were tattooed on her right arm in red, shoulder length light navy hair stood out second only to her green eyes, a lot of hounds had red eyes but green was something else.

“I am Arnora Helblod, direct descent of Finrir. That child is a member of the Ars Goetia, her father is a very powerful prince, and what do you dumb-asses think will happen when he finds out you killed her? You want an all out war?!” the hound shouted, the Exterminators looked between each other.

'Wait, this child is a member of the Goetia like me? But her father is.....is a prince?!” thought Nova as she looked down at Octavia, her eyes still shut tightly. The Exterminators looked between each other and spoke between themselves. Nova couldn't understand what they were saying.

'That hound is way too strong for us, and she's right, Goetia members are off limits, we don't want a war to start over this.' one of them said.

'If we kill the child of a powerful prince you're right, we're done here anyways, lets go to the next area.' the second one said, both Exterminators left. The fires in Nova's hand died down as Arnora turned to them.

“Arnora was your name? Thank you.” said Nova.

“If you don't want to be here when they come back, follow me.” Arnora told her Nova started to follow the hound, doing her best tot keep up with her while carrying a little owlet.

“What's your name?” Arnora asked as they ran.

“Nova.” she answered. They came upon a what looked like a shelter that was hardly used let alone known about, at the door was another Hellhound that looked no older than Octavia, her fur was the same as Arnora's and the hair was a lighter blue than her own, one eye of hers was green the other blue, the pup waved to them.

“Mom!” called the pup, taking Nova's hand the two ran for the door.

“Lyssa! Get ready to shut that door, we got guests!” Arnora shouted, Lyssa was the pup's name, once inside the door slammed shut and with a few twists of the handle was locked, the two caught their breath as a light was turned on, there wasn't much, a few blankets and a radio to keep a listen for things outside, but nothing would be able to get in.

“You guys can wait the day out here, not a chance anything will get in.” Arnora told them. Nova sat on a nearby bench, catching her breath, Octavia looked around when she saw they had stopped running.

“I can't even start to thank-” Nova was interrupted when Octavia saw the hound and knew her right away.

“Auntie Arnora?” Octavia whimpered. Arnora's eye's widened when she saw the owlet Nova was holding in her arms, her heart almost stopped when she saw how scared she looked.

“What the?! Octavia?! What in the name of Odin are you doing out here?!” Arnora exclaimed as she knelt down to the child, checking her over, relieved she was unharmed.

“You know her?!” said Nova.

“Her father is my best friend, prince Stolas, I am Octavia's godmother.” Arnora answered. Nova gulped when she learned that Octavia's father was the rank of a prince.

'Oh crap! I just saved the daughter of a high ranking member!' Nova's thoughts screamed out. Arnora snarled as her claws dug into the ground, trying to stay happy and calm for the child's sake.

“Octavia, where is your mother?” Arnora asked trying to stay calm.

“At the palace.....I.....I wandered off, I just wanted to play.....and got lost...” Octavia answered. Arnora took a deep breath and stood up, she looked like she was going to kill the next thing she laid her eyes on, her hands balled up into fists.

“Of course she was having a party and didn't pay attention, oh Stolas is going to love this.” Arnora told herself, before she pulled out her phone.

“I have to call him, can you keep an eye on her until I get back?” Arnora asked Nova , the teen nodded as she still held the owlet.

The owl prince paced the floor of one of the spare rooms of the counsel halls, on the phone with his wife yelling at her, his feathers and temper rose each time he spoke with her.

“What do you mean you can't find her Stella?! Our daughter is out there and there's an Extermination happening right outside our home! You were suppose to watch her but you HAD TO HAVE A PARTY!!!! IF ANYTHING happens to our little girl, consider divorce papers in my hand when I get back!” Stolas shouted into the phone. He heard incoherent screaming on the other end, so loud Stolas held the phone away from his head, once the volume went down he brought it back up to his head.

“Oh I wish I was joking woman! I-” A second phone rang in the office, Stolas looked at the ID and saw who it was, he groaned as he rolled his eyes.

“Uhggg, I need to take this call, we'll talk about this when I get back!” Stolas exclaimed as he slammed the phone back onto the receiver. He tried to calm his thoughts, his little owlet is outside the palace walls on one of the worst days of the year, but talking to his best friend might help, even help find her. He picked up the second phone.

“Arnora now is really not the time for-” Stolas was cut off by the hounds voice.

“Stolas shut your beak for 5 seconds! I have Via! She's in my bunker with myself and Lyssa along with-” The second the owl prince is daughter was safe, his face lit up, the worst thoughts left his mind, Arnora would never be this cruel as a joke to him.

“Via's with you?! She's safe?!” the prince exclaimed, he felt himself about to collapse onto the floor with relief, he held on to a chair to keep from falling, his heart was racing.

“Yes, and we'll chew your hag wife out when this is over with and-.” Arnora could hear her friend about to have a form of panic attack.

“Oh thank the cosmos she's safe, Stella told me she couldn't find her I just.....” Stolas could feel his mind racing is Arnora had told him other wise. She could hear the relief in his voice, but also the shear fear in it as well, the hound had never heard her friend with this much fear in him.

“I know, but she's safe right now, with her new friend and us.” Arnora assured him.

“Wait, new friend?” asked Stolas as he sat up a bit.

“Yeah, she found Via when I caught to up with them, just in time too.” Arnora told him. Stolas gulps and felt himself about to break down in that office space, he needed to hear his daughter's voice, to know he's was still slightly sane.

“I want to talk to them, please Arnora.” Stolas almost begged her.

“Alright Stol, just give me a few minutes, Nova is trying to help calm Via down.” Arnora told him as she peaked over her shoulder looked back at her daughter Lyssa hugging the smaller child, while Nova held Octavia in a blanket as she sat on the floor. It was the first time Stolas had heard this young woman's name. “Nova?” he asked.

“That's the girl's name, looks very much like a Goetia, she must be low rank cause I've never seen her before, she looks 15 maybe, just a teen, But this girl is a spitfire, she was about to fight an Exterminator to keep Via safe.” Arnora told him.

“If you didn't show up....please, let me talk to them.” said Stolas. Arnora smiled as she turned back to the rest of the group. “Alright, hang on.” She told her friend.

“There, feel a little better honey?” Nova asked Octavia as wrapped the child up in the blanket. Octavia looked like she wanted to cry.

“Sort of, I just want to go home, I want my daddy...” Octavia sniffled as she wiped some tears away from her eyes. Nova couldn't help but feel her soul crack seeing this child cry, scared and wanting her family. Nova held her close and wiped away some more tears.

“I know sweetheart, and you'll be back with before you know it, it's just not safe right now.” Nova told the child. Arnora came over an knelt down to them, holding the same phone, the owlet looked at her hound godmother.

“Octavia, I have your dad on the phone, you can at least talk to him, until you can get home. And he wants to talk to you as well.” Arnora told the child then looked to the young lady, Nova felt herself turn bright red and didn't know how to respond to this, she had never spoken to such a high ranking member of the Goetia before in her life.

“M-me?! Her father is a prince, I'm just the daughter of a president, lowest rank there is. Why would he even-” Arnora placed a hand on Nova's shoulder and smiled at her.

“Trust me on this, he doesn't give a crap about rank.” Arnora told her. Nova still needed some time to build up nerve, she looked down at Octavia then back to Arnora.

“Let, let Octavia talk to him first.” Nova told her.

“Stol, here she is.” Arnora told her friend before giving the phone to the small owlet, she brought it up to her face. Stolas was waiting with baited breath before he heard the voice that was always music to him. “Daddy?!” Octavia spoke into the phone, his heart jumped into his throat the second he heard his child's voice.

“Octavia! It's me Octavia dear! Oh thank the stars you're safe, you had me so worried.” Stolas told his daughter, trying his best not to cry from happiness.

“I-I just wanted to play daddy and I wandered away from the palace, are.....are you mad at me? Am I in trouble?” Octavia asked him in a scared voice. He had never heard her this scared before and he wasn't there to comfort her, to make her feel better like before.

“No, no no no dearest, I'm not mad, I'm just happy you're somewhere safe.” assured Stolas. Octavia let a few sobs escape before she tired to speak again. Stolas could feel his heart breaking at the sound of his daughter's crying and him not being there was tearing at him.

“I-I-I want to come home daddy, I'm....I'm really scared.” Octavia sobbed. If he could he would have reached through the phone to hold her, hug her, tell her everything was going to be alright if he was there with her.

“I know my starfire I know you do, but it isn't safe for Arnora to bring you back just yet, but you get to have a sleep-over with Lyssa, you always have fun at them, just like when she stays over at our home, but listen, I know this is very scary, but, I know you are my brave little starfire, everything will be alright, you will be okay, remember my song?” Stolas did his best as always to comfort his daughter, all while trying to keep from crying as he talked with her.

“Yes...” Octavia told him softly, he forced a smile over the phone.

“That's my brave owlet, now, can I speak with the young lady who found you?” Stolas asked her.

“You mean big sister Nova?” replied Octavia. The prince gave a slight chuckle, she barely knew her savior and was already calling her a big sister.

“Already have a second big sister now? Hm, I see nothing wrong with that, but let me talk to her though.” said Stolas. “Alright.” Octavia replied.

“And Octavia?” Stolas asked her. “Yes?” Octavia answered back to him.

“I'll call you back tonight, to sing you that lullaby, and I promise, I will be there at the palace entrance waiting for you when this is all over with.” said Stolas.

“Really?” Octavia asked him sounding hopeful.

“Yes, really, just be good for auntie Arnora, and.....let me talk with big sister Nova.” Stolas answered her. Octavia nodded and passed the phone to Nova.

“Daddy wants to talk to you.” Octavia told her sister figure as she handed her the phone. Nervously Nova took it from the child's hand.

'Oh great, I have to talk to a prince. Just breath, you did nothing wrong.' Nova thought to herself as she placed the phone near hear face.

“H-he-hello? Your highness?” Nova spoke with a shaken manner in her tone.

“Are you lady Nova?” asked Stolas. The older girl gulped, she still had some fears about answering to one of the higher ranks, but she knew how to talk to nobility, and he did sound kind, just worried for his daughter more than his own life.

“I-I am, your highness-” Nova answered him.

“Oh! You have no idea how thankful I am for what you've done! You saved my daughter, I am forever grateful to you! If there's anything you want from me, clothes, jewelry, rare books, magic lessons anything you want and I will make sure you have it.” Stolas told her.

Nova was surprised at the generosity of the prince, all these items for her because his child was safe? She must mean so much to him, but she didn't want anything, she couldn't take anything from him just out of the goodness that was a rare thing in the 7 rings.

“Y-your highness, I-I don't want anything like that, just knowing that your daughter is safe and back with you is more than enough for me.” Nova told him. Stolas was shocked, this young lady didn't want a fancy dress or jewels like most girls her age would have asked for in a heartbeat. He had never heard this kind of thing before in his life.

“Such modesty for a young lady like yourself, my daughter could learn a thing or two from you, and you don't have to keep calling me your highness, no need for such formalities among friends, please call me Stolas.” He spoke to her again. Nova gave a small smile.

“If.....if you want me to, but I do promise, I will protect Octavia.” Nova said to him, but what he told her next was a surprise.

“I fully trust you with my daughter, better than I trust my wife right about now.” replied Stolas, Nova gave a nervous chuckle before she gulped.

“You don't even know me that well yet, and you'd still trust me with your little girl?” Nova asked him. Stolas smiled on the other end of the phone.

“I can tell from your from your voice, and Arnora told me you risked your life to save her, not many would have done what you just did, I look forward to meeting you in person when you bring my daughter back, please take good care of her.” Stolas answered.

“S-she is safe with me, I promise.” Nova vowed to the prince. Stolas smiled as a few hidden tears fell from his face. “Thank you.” said Stolas before he hung up the phone and just broke down in the chair he was sitting in.

Outside the carnage still raged outside, the fate of those not in a shelter was sealed. Those in the hidden bunker did their best to block out the sounds they were hearing. Arnora stood up to look outside, it had already become dark, the half way mark of this event. Once chimes rang out at midnight, it would all be over. She came back over to her friends.

“Well, it's nightfall, just make it till morning and this will be all over with.” Arnora told them. Nova got up to stretch some from all the siting she had been doing.

“Dose this just get longer every year mom? It feels like it.” Lyssa asked her mother. Arnora sat next to her and held her closer.

“Feels like it, I'll turn on the radio in the morning to hear when it's over, then we can head to Stolas's palace.” Arnora told them. Nova looked back over at Octavia, who hadn't moved from her spot and was just trying her best to not start crying again. The teen silently walked over to this child. “Daddy...” Octavia whimpered, Nova sat next to the frightened child, putting an arm around her.

“You really miss your dad, huh?” asked Nova. Octavia sniffled as she rubbed her eyes.

“Mommy's never around, she's always having these parties, she tell me to leave when I want to play, she never wants to play with me or be at her parties.” Octavia answered..

“You mother doesn't sound very nice.” Nova told her.

“I've met her, and trust me, she is a real piece of work.” Arnora told Nova, Octavia curled up closer to Nova, the teen guessed the warmth reminded the child of her father and just wanted that form of comfort at the time.

“Is she that bad?” Nova asked.

“If a black mamba could that would be her.” scoffed Arnora.

'Okay there's an image.' thought Nova. A vibration sound from Arnora's phone caught her ear. She picked it up and saw who it was on the caller ID.

“Via, it's your dad again.” Arnora called over. Octavia darted over to her godmother.

“He kept his promise!” Octavia exclaimed with happiness, Arnora smiled at her as she messed with a little bit of her hair.

“Has he ever broken one to you yet, my sweet little raven.” said Arnora, she flipped opened her phone and hit the answer button before turning it over to Octavia.

“Daddy!” Octavia spoke with such happiness. Stolas could feel himself trying not to cry once again when he heard his daughter's voice.

“Via! Oh my owlet you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice, even if it's over a phone, are you about ready to go to sleep?” Stolas asked her.

“I know you'll be waiting for me at home when I wake up right? And you can tell me stories at bedtime like always?” Octavia asked him. The prince choked back some tears upon hearing his daughter's request, he always did his best to tell his daughter a bedtime story every night.

“As many stories as you want my starfire, as many as your little heart desires.” Stolas answered. He then heard whimpering and he could feel his heart start to break once more hearing her about to cry.

“Are you still a little scared my dear? That I'm not there, and all the sounds outside?” Stolas asked his daughter. Octavia started to cry once again, Stolas could hear her over the phone once more.

“Y-yes.....I'm.....I'm trying to be brave and.....not cry but-” Octavia broke down crying. Oh how desperately Stolas wanted to reach through the phone and hug his daughter tightly, to tell her how things were going to be okay.

“Via dear shhhh shhh it's alright, even the bravest of us get scared, I-I'm actually scared right now.” Stolas did his best to comfort her over the phone.

“Really? But I've never seen you scared.” said Octavia.

“I am now, because I thought I was going to lose you, and I always have to be brave for you, that's how you know everything will be okay, and if it's not okay, then it's not the end, you just have to be brave for tonight, alright?” Stolas said to his daughter.

“I-I'll try.” Octavia told him before he heard a tiny yawn on the other end of the line.

“Sounds like someone is sleepy, ready for that lullaby I promised you?” asked Stolas. Octavia rubbed her eyes as she tired to stay awake “Yes.” Octavia answered sleepily.

“Good, now make yourself comfortable, and pretend you're back home in your bed, safe and sound.” Stolas started to speaking softly. Then a soft melody came through the phone putting almost everyone to sleep, Lyssa curled up under a blanket near her mother, while Octavia used part of Nova's dress as a pillow as she too was fast asleep under the covers. Nova could barely stay awake herself. Arnora slipped the phone back from a sleeping owlet.

“She's asleep Stol.” Arnora told her friend.

“Arnora, thank you so much for this.” Stolas replied.

“What are best friends for, you'd know I'd do anything to make sure my god-daughter is safe, because god's help the one who hurts her.” Arnora nearly snarled. Stolas gave a nervous laugh before he gulped, he knew this hounds temper all too well.

“I have not forgotten your temper, not in the least, and Stella sure hasn't.” replied Stolas. The hound smirked at the name of his wife.

“Chew that bitch out yet?” Arnora asked.

“We had a nice little chat, she's no longer allowed to host parties on days she has to keep an eye on Via, at least until she's older, and the garden's gates leading outside to t he city are going to be locked whenever she's out there.” answered Stolas. Arnora gave a light laugh.

“Really stepping up your game, Stolas you're a great dad, don't let Stella tell you other-wise, she doesn't know you like I do.” Arnora told him, the prince gave a smile.

“Thank you Arnora, I'll see all of you tomorrow.” Stolas told her.

“See you then.” said Arnora before they both hung up their phones, Arnora placed the phone within reach just to be safe before she too covered herself with a blanket and started to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, Nova was stirred awake by soft crying, she looked down in her lap and saw it was Octavia crying.

'Poor thing must be having a nightmare.' thought Nova, she placed her hand on the child's head and started to softly sing to her, just like her father had done.

“You're okay, you're alright, I'll never ever leave your side, I will stay, I will fight, for you.” Nova sang the melody then hummed it as she saw Octavia starting to calm back down. The teen smiled down at the child before falling back asleep herself. What sounded like fireworks woke up Arnora, she looked around and saw the others were still dead asleep, carefully she stood up so as not to wake her daughter. She found a pocket radio she kept on hand in the shelter, she turned it on with a click and heard the Radio Demon, Alastor's voice.

“And it's over now folks, we've gone through yet another Extermination, to those who are alive, well done you, just hope you can survive through to next year and-” Arnora turned it off, all she wanted to hear was that it was at last done with.

“Good we can take her home now, rise and shine everyone, we lived.” Arnora turned to her friends.

“It's really over?” Nova asked as Octavia yawned and rubbed her eyes trying to wake up, Lyssa stretched out a little. The larger hound nodded, if she wasn't already sitting down Nova would have fainted back onto the floor.

“Now to get you home Octavia, your dad has probably pulled out half of his feathers with stress worrying about you.” Arnora told the owlet, before standing up, Octavia hugged Nova's waist.

“Thank you for staying with me Nova.” Octavia told her. Nova couldn't help but hug the little girl back. Arnora unlocked the door and motioned for her two companions to follow her. Lyssa stepped out ahead of them and waited in an apartment stairwell.

“Bye bye Lys!” Octavia called out to her friend and waved.

“See ya later Via!” Lyssa shouted towards her friend as they left.

Arnora guided them through the city, avoiding where the turf wars were being raged, and punched away creeps or showed her teeth to them. When Octavia felt herself becoming tired she asked Nova to carry her. The hound was surprised how well the two were getting along, almost like they were sisters, the same way her pup got along with the owlet, there was something about this young lady. The sight of purple starry colored walls came into view, Arnora knew those walls.

“I can see the walls of the Palace, almost there.” Arnora told them.

“You should meet daddy big sister Nova, he might like you.” Octavia told her new sister figure.

“Um, I-I don't know if might like me Via honey, I-I'm pretty shy when meeting others.” Nova explained. Arnora chuckled at what she heard.

“Well he isn't shy at all, his wife on the other hand....I feel like I need to keep a spray bottle of holy water on hand for that witch.” said Arnora. There must be some bad blood between these two women to go at each others throats like this.

“You really hate her that much?” Nova asked the hound, they arrived at the gate. “Hate doesn't being to cover it.” answered Arnora as the gate opened up. At the foot of the steps was a tall owl man, looking so worried to the point where he might give out, his red eyes wide.

“Pacing at the steps, just like I thought.” Arnora told herself.

“Is that?” Nova started to ask.

“Yep, Prince Stolas, Via's dad.” answered Arnora. Octavia caught sight of the taller owl pacing in front of the palace, she felt her heart light up at the sight of her father, just as he promised, he was waiting for all of them, waiting for her.

“Daddy!” Octavia called out. Stolas stopped pacing, wondering if he was hearing things, it was his daughter's voice, it wasn't over a phone this time. “Octavia?!” Stolas called out, when he turned, he saw his Hellhound friend and another young lady, and in her arms was his daughter, safe. Nova placed Octavia on the ground. Stolas ran out as he saw his daughter running to him.

“Oh Octavia! You're safe!” Stolas cried out as he scooped his daughter into his arms and held her tightly, scared she was going to vanish, he kissed the top of her head as tears of joy fell from his eyes.

“I-I'm sorry daddy.....I didn't mean to leave the garden and-and...” Octavia started to cry on his shoulder. This time he was actually here for her, Stolas pulled her off his shoulder and used a finger to wipe away her stray tears.

“It's alright Via, I have my starfire back safe in my arms again, that's all I care about, I thought I'd lost you forever, because of your mother.” Stolas comforted his daughter all while trying not to cry himself as he held her tightly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Stol, she's alive, that's what matters, deal with Stel later.” Arnora told her friend. Stolas took a few deep breaths. Then looked at his daughter.

“You're right, I am taking the day off from meetings and whatever needs to be done, and spending the day with my daughter.” Stolas said.

“Really?” Octavia asked. He nodded.

“Anything you want to do today Via, we'll do it, go to the park, get ice cream, go stargazing, whatever you want to do.” answered Stolas as he hugged her again.

“But you need to meet big sister Nova first.” said Octavia. The prince had almost forgotten about his daughter's savior, he could see the teen trying not to be noticed, she looked away from him as he approached her. Nova gulped, she was far too nervous.

“You must be Nova.” said Stolas. She quickly bow to him.

“I-I am sire.” Nova answered, she dare not look up at and closed her eyes to be sure she didn't look at him, but he spoke with a kind voice to her.

“Your eyes, may I see them?” Stolas asked her.

“Really?” Nova replied to him. Stolas smiled at her.

“I can tell a lot about someone by looking into their eyes, and your voice sounds just as beautiful as it did over the phone.” answered Stolas. Trembling from the nervousness she felt, Nova raised her head and opened her eyes, the prince was taken back, he had never seen such eyes like these before.

“Eyes like amethysts, such a rare color, you have such beautiful eyes dear.” Stolas told her. Nova felt her heart racing when she saw the owl prince this close, but to say she had beauty was something she had never heard before.

“I-I-I have to leave, I'm glad Octavia's safe with you again, goodbye!” exclaimed Nova before she ran for the palace gate. “Wait I-” Stolas tried to follow her but by the time he reach the gate she had rounded the corner and was gone.

“I haven't thanked you properly.” Stolas added. Octavia looked up her father before looked back onto the street.

“Where did she go daddy?” asked Octavia.

“She might have had to go home dear.” Stolas answered her as he hugged her again and Octavia hugged her father back.

“Will I see her again? I really liked her.” Octavia told him, Stolas smiled.

“Maybe, you might find her again or she might find us, the world works in mysterious ways, and the stars might a line for us to see her again, someday when you're older.” Stolas told her. Octavia giggle as she felt her father's forehead against her own.

“But let's get you back inside, you've been through enough the last two days.” added Stolas as they returned into the palace walls. Nova peaked out from the wall she hid behind to get one last look at the kind owl prince, she had never felt her heart race before until she saw him.

'A prince, and I just ran off! He said I have beautiful eyes and voice, no one has ever told me that.....' thought Nova. She placed her hand over her chest, she felt a tiny smile upon her face and her face starting to feel warmth from the blushing.

'I want to see him again, one day.' Nova thought to herself one more time before she started the way home.

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