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On how to write a Thank You card (burning as you go) by petmunchkin
Fandoms: Helluva Boss (Web Series)
23 Feb 2026
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Fuck.
Out of the periphery of his eyes, there's a big fucking tattoo glowing on his back, just like Moxxie said. It seems to form some kind of symbol he can only see part of, and wouldn't know what to make of even if he could see all of it, taking up almost the whole of his back in a shimmery bright blue that stands out stark against his red and scarred skin.
Three things to consider:
One, Blitzø wants his bird.
Two, Blitzø has his bird, technically.
Three, Blitzø is suddenly fucking cursed so he can't touch his bird without experiencing excruciating burning pain and that might just put a bummer on his plans which kinda involved said bird and building up a healthy, very touch-filled relationship.
Oh and then there's number four:
Fuck you, Andrealphus.Bookmarked by Ninjantic
23 Feb 2026
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" Back in the living room, Stolas sits on the couch. This is an improvement to him wallowing on it. To encourage this with some positive reinforcement, Blitzø drops a warm blanket over his hunched shoulders. Stolas lets out a sad little hoot that sounds both like 'sorry' and 'thank you'.
When he comes back from the alley - bleeding, but with two rats to show for his trouble - Stolas has withered once again into the cushions. To discourage this with some tough love, Blitzø drops a second, slightly less warm blanket over his form. Stolas burrows further underneath it, cramping his lanky body until he's completely shrouded. "
Or:
Blitzø maybe has a tendency to smother the people he cares about. That's totally healthy - or at least, Stolas probably needs it.
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25 Jan 2026
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In the aftermath of his banishment and the loss of almost everything he holds dear, Stolas struggles to find a way to silence the voices in his head that are determined to make sure he never, ever forgets how profoundly he has failed.
The pain rang through his brain like a clarion call. He gasped and went perfectly still, staring down at his hands, at the blood black as motor oil spilling out of him, dripping onto the cutting board and gathering in a shimmering pool. The pain spread through his body like a splash of ink in a glass of water, stark at first but diffusing quickly, disappearing but leaving every drop changed.
And in his head, blessed, ringing silence.
No thoughts, no words, just the fading memory of pain as bright and sharp as a lightning strike, already gone by the time the rumble of thunder came rolling through the air.
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08 Jan 2026
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But Striker moved with an almost clinical precision. His knife trailed upwards from the owl's thigh, flicking aside the edges of his coat. The serrated edge sliced against the bulky knit of his sweater, thick enough to hide the swell of his body. As the tattered edges fell apart, though, there was no concealing the egg. There was just Striker and his hypnotic eyes, the tip of his knife pushing feathers aside to expose the less dense patches where skin peeked through, where his feather growth had not been able to keep up.
Then Striker breathed out a laugh.
"I fuckin' knew it," he rasped. "You babytrapped that clown."
OR: Striker abducts a gravid Stolas to finish the job he started so long ago. [Written for Egg-plosion 2025]
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04 Jan 2026
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sinsmas lights and sleepless nights by fullmoon_mazza for DojoLoach
Fandoms: Helluva Boss (Web Series)
25 Dec 2025
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Blitzø's heart is pounding. They're toeing a line here, one they've been dancing around for a year, and he's so tired of pretending.
And then Stolas swipes his thumb across Blitzø’s knee where his hand is resting, casual. Possessive. Sweet with an ache that twists the very breath in his lungs.
"Tell me to stop," Blitzø says, and his voice comes out rougher than he intended. "If you want me to stop."
Stolas tilts his head up, and his eyes are molten red in the Sinsmas lights, and he's so close Blitzø can feel his breath. Smell the ginger and alcohol, and the sweetness that he remembers the flavor of even after all this time.
"I don't," Stolas breathes, somehow already sounding a little wrecked. "I really, really don't."
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A year of pining. A game of truth or dare. And a usage of Sinsmas lights that is NOT the intended purpose.
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26 Dec 2025