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The Trial Of The Traitor (StH #233 Comic Drama Preview) (by Elson Wong)

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Here’s Geoffrey St. John’s awesome qt of a wife~ HERRRSHEY CAAAAAT SLASH SSSSTTT. JOOHHNNN~

Because I rather love her too.

(All images from Archie’s Sonic the Hedgehog series; credit to SonicScanf)

Hey, guys~

Let’s take a moment (or few) to appreciate Geoffrey St. John and his cuteness~

(All images are from, UHDUUH, Archie’s Sonic the Hedgehog; credit to SonicScanf and Tails-Kicks-Ass.net)

Willy origins ENGLISH SUBBED

just postin’ my videos from Mexico City to tide us all over since I definitely thought we were getting a full concert video this afternoon, WHOOPS 😅

i hear we makin yb aus, so here's my contribution

y/n, chillin in a meadow, seconds from getting kidnapped by this spooky weirdo-

death god yb is much hornier than regular yb, and considerably more deluded about his relationship with y/n

(your boyfriend belongs to @invertedmindinc , hades and persephone au by me)

Valentino Guide

A short guide I made giving free advice and tips for those who struggle to draw Valentino

Color Palette Challenge! Send me a palette and a character and I'll draw them ^.^

Feel free to reblog/use any of these for your own projects, but please don't repost!

Fandoms I’m comfortable with requests for are in the tags!

Alcohol :)

Freeform Why....

Aren’t you playing Casper meets Wendy? :( 

Some thoughts about how the commentary community treats small commentators, each other and the community in general. Mostly focused on the art commentary community for me but I’ve seen this sort of stuff across the board. Bad commentary and behaviour can come from a channel of any size.

Does your Rooibos City have alternative universes like Swap, Fell, StoryShift, Outer, Ocean, Swapfell and others? Like Undertale.

for now we have three Aus

Gakuen!RooibosCity (school universe)

Narcos!RooibosCity (mexican mafia)

and Humans!RooibosCity

The way I would fight YB myself just to date Don 💕

Lucy and Don belongs to @y0urb0yfriend

Moon Harvest Fesitival (Rewritten) Chapter I: Ex's and Ohs

Description: Moxxie was looking forward to the Harvest Festival with his wife. However, he didn't expect his ex to be her parent's new farm hand. (Can also be read here)

Warning(s): Violence, Minor manipulation, Striker being a jerk

Word count: 2.0k

Chapter: 1/3

((A/N: People were down with me sharing my more serious fics here on Tumblr so here we go! Most people already know I didn't care for Ep 5,  a while ago I suggested an idea of instead of the episode mainly instead of Moxxie being abused for no reason, we could get Millie getting jealous and protective over Moxxie cause Striker was getting very flirty with him. Someone also suggested the idea of Striker being Moxxie's ex so thus the main idea for this fic. Pretty much everything is the same up until Striker arrives, though Millie's parents are more accepting of Mox this time around.))

"Speaking of!" Joe exclaimed after hearing Blitz's brief torment of Moxxie, "You should meet our new farm hand! STRIKER!"

Moxxie froze at the mention of the name, wait- it couldn't possible be- No lots of Imps were named Striker, right?

His thoughts gave little comfort as he heard the familiar cry of his horse, turning to full attention he saw the Imp on Bombproof, hopping over a nearby fence as he strolled up to one. Always one dramatics, of course, Moxxie would be more annoyed if it didn't work but of course it did. With his badass stead and stupid handsome good looks, add on the little hat tilt as he arrived, it all looked hella impressive. The bastard looking as attractive as when they first met and he couldn't hide that forsaken blush on his face.

"Strikey?" immediately he cleared his throat, hating he let that old nickname slip loose, "I mean- Striker! Uh...what a surprise." his face was practically glowing at this point, all the attention, now on him.

"Hey, little dude~" Striker said, hopping off his horse and walking over, twirling the piece of hay in his mouth, "Long time no see huh?"

Millie frowned, both hating the sensual tone in his voice and the fact she had no fucking idea who this weird-ass imp was. She knew a lot about her husband, but this man looked completely unfamiliar. 

Blitz butted in for her though, "Whoa! Whoa! Moxxie you know this guy!?" he exclaimed in disbelief, "And you never introduced us?? Moxxie! He has a horse!" 

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "Sir, please- we knew each other way back forever ago. It was nothing special."

"Nothing special?" Striker huffed, walking closer, and ruffling his hair, "Ah Mox, ya gonna break my heart like that?"

His entire body tensed, stupid fucking Striker and messing up his hair, of all of his habit to fucking keep-

There wasn't much time for him to respond Millie walked and slapped his hand away, glaring up at him. Almost outright growling at the newcomer. 

Striker didn't seem fazed by it, however, "Oh you must be this Mildred I heard so much about, how cha ya so far away from Imp city? Free workin' finally slowin' down?"

"Freelance isn't free work!" Millie fumed, "And me and MY husband!" she wrapped her arm around Moxxie for emphasis, "Came to see the festival with our boss!"

Striker raised an eyebrow, for a second Moxxie thought maybe he was actually upset by this news, "Husband huh? Really? You accepted her proposal?"

"Hey!" he exclaimed frowning, "For the record, I proposed!"

"Suuuuure," Striker chuckled.

Millie looked over at Moxxie, more concerned and confused than ever, "Seriously, Mox. Who is this guy?"   

He sighed, "No one, just some guy I saw way back when."

"Are you that desperate to hide that fact we dated?" Striker asked with an amused grin.

"What!?" Both Millie and Blitzo exclaimed, in shock thought surprised for different reasons.

"How the fuck did you nail this piece of ass!?" Blitzo exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

"And here I thought only Millie found your pathetic-ness attractive," Loona added on with a bored expression.

"You didn't tell me about him!" Millie exclaimed, frowning at her husband.

"Uh, yeah." Joe spoke up, just as surprised by this new information, "You never mentioned having a fling with my son-in-law."

"Well, you never mentioned your son-in-law, to begin with." Striker retorted, "If you talked about him more maybe you could've found out sooner.

Millie's dad wanted to retort but unfornately Striker made a point. He instead didn't say anything giving a court nod. It made Moxxie feel odd, was Striker standing up for him in an odd way, it was a sentiment he wasn't sure how to feel about. Why would his ex of all people be defending him against his wife's family?

However, thankfully Striker took notice of Blitzo, changing the topic, "Oh, wait a minute, she called you boss, didn't she? You're the bold imp to start his own killing biz?

Blitzo shrugged, "Yeah, well if you’re good at somethin', you should probably capitalize."

"Not many Imps start businesses on their own." he remarked casually, "That’s pretty impressive, sir."

Blitzo's blush was painfully obvious, "Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?"

Moxxie couldn't help but roll his eyes and share a knowing look with his wife. At least Striker wasn't bothering him anymore.

 "You even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?" Striker continued.

He chuckled awkwardly, "Well, it’s long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But he’s not like, you know-- W- We’re y- We're not, like... We’re not doing it... We w- What's betw- It’s a transactional fucking, you see."

Striker's eyes flickered over to Moxxie at the mention of "fucking", his grin getting very smug and Moxxie avoiding eye contact.

"Y'know..." Joe spoke up, "You boys should enter the Pain Games!"

Blitzo immediately ran over, "I heard games! What games? I’m in!

Lin chuckled, "Every harvest festival, there’s a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!"

Millie crossed her arms and pouted. "Yeah! Wish I could play!

Her mother sighed, walking over to her, "Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals."

"I’m aware, but I only caused nine of them!" she exclaimed frustratedly, "How come Sallie May still gets to compete?"

"Your sister doesn’t have a neighborhood headcount-"

"She so does!"

"It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!" her sister called out as she passed them, dragging a bag in hand, leaving Millie seething at her.

Lin placed a hand on her shoulder, "Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!

Moxxie was about to speak up, but he felt an elbow prop upon his head, "And Moxxie gets a chance to cheer for me,"

Millie scowled, immediately grabbing Moxxie's arm and pulling him away from the farmworker. "He won't be cheering for you any! I'll make sure of that!"

"You sure? He always liked to watch me whenever I got all hot and messy." Striker chuckled giving Moxxie a playful wink, a deep blush forming on the smaller imps face. Only adding to Millie's fury.

Knowing this wouldn't end well Moxxie quickly spoke up, stepping in between the two "Y'know! Millie- you could cheer for me!"

Joe's loud laughter interrupted any of them before they could speak, making Moxxie's forced grin drop, having him huffed a bit, "C'mon I can compete, can’t I?"

Striker put his hand on Moxxie's shoulder, making him turn towards him, "We all know you aren't the physical type, and the game ain't really about brains I'm afraid."

Moxxie pushed his hand away before Millie could get involved, "Did you forget I was born here, too? I have some fight in me!"

Striker chuckled, "Well then, little fella... Why don'tcha help me wrangle one o' them hogs for dinner?"

Moxxie grinned, pulling out a gun, "Ha! Simple. Watch me!"

Striker simply shook his head and handed Moxxie a dagger and rope. "Nah... with these. Bullets can’t pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'."

"Oh!" Moxxie gulped, "Right, right. I knew that." he said walking toward the pigpen.

"He's cute when he's nervous ain't her?" Striker asked to Millie, enjoying getting a rise out of her.

Though to his disappointment, she didn't seem bothered by this remark, "Heh. He is isn't he?" she asked an amused chuckle, before turning to Striker more seriously, "Look..I get you and my husband use to have a thing going on, but he is with me now and I love him greatly. If you could just back a little please? That be great, I want to get along with you." she offered him a small smile.

Striker raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing before while he looked down at her, "Can't say I can return the sentiment," 

"KICK ITS ASS, MOXXIE!" Blitzo called out, interrupting both of their thought turning their attention to Moxxie about to stab the pig, "YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Striker gave her one last smug grin before hopping over the fence, walking up behind Moxxie. "I can already tell you're doing it wrong." he said leaning down and wrapping his arms around the imp, placing his hands over the imps smaller ones changing the way he held the knife and where it was positioned, "Here like this."

"Oh- um, thanks," he said his face flushing at the close proximity, thinking Striker would back off instead, still keeping his grip around Moxxie, made him stab the knife down and cut the pig open. Earning a hard yelp from Moxxie, not from the murder of the hellish pig, but as Striker made him push the knife down he felt a hard thrust against his ass, Striker grinding against him hard escalating his already flushed face as he attempted to squirm away.

"Oh damn," Blitz remarked even he caught wind of what happened and he was about to make a snarky comment to Mille until he noticed how furious the imp was.

She was gripping onto the nearby fence, outright sinking her claws into the woods, snarling, and her eyes looking bloodshot as she looked at the Imp.

"Oh...uh, yikes." Blitz chuckled, taking a few steps back from her, knowing when to not be involved. Millie took down a sea monster while mostly calm, he didn't want to push his luck when she was this furious.

Finally, Striker released, Moxxie and picked up the disregarded pig corpse as he hopped out of the pin, narrowly avoiding the Imp as she charged towards him. "You pointy-nosed bastard!!" she yelled out, "Touch my fucking husband again and I'll gut you like a pig!!"

"Millie, Millie-" Moxxie called out frantically wrapping an arm around her, "Calm down, please."

"It's truly a wonder ya 'yer so upset about this, maybe it's because you know he liked it." he chuckled shooting a wink at Moxxie, before walking off, "See ya at the games, Mox."

Millie growled and was about to charge at him before Moxxie stopped her, "Honey, please, if you try and fight him he'll take that as a sign of encouragement. He'll stop if we just ignore him."

"No, he won't," Sallie remarked, walking over to the two, leaning against the fence. 

Moxxie raised an eyebrow, "What makes you so sure?"

"Oh, I've dealt with exs like yours hun, and trust me they get a kick outta actin' like an ass. If you want him to stop you're gonna need to put 'em in his place," she informed casually.

"Oh." Millie said cracking her knuckles, "I will-"

"Slow down there sis." She informed, raising a hand, "Regardless of what he does to yer little husband, mom and pop like him too much to tolerate you fightin' him. So unless you can get him to strike first yer outta luck I'm afraid." she explained, a grin forming on her face while Millie pouted, "Unless you can get into the pain games!~"

Moxxie frowned, "I thought she was banned."

"She is." she replied, "But I ain't."

Millie's eyes widened, "Are you actually suggestin'...?"

"We look pretty alike." Sallie informed, "Paint your horns, put on a little makeup, and find some heels that add a few inches and we'll be good to go!"

"Uuum, I do hate to break this to you, but what if it rubs off? The paint and makeup I mean," Moxxie clarified.

"She'll get covered in dirt before anyone notices plus they'll be watching at a distance so ain't nobody gonna notice." Sallie clarified, "The only thing I ask in return is you gotta help me the next time I call ya up for a favor."

"Honey," Moxxie said softly, Moxxie said softly, "You don't have to do this."

"Oh yes, I do." Millie said, firmly, clashing her fist together, "And imma enterin' those games."

Hello! I really love your fic with Strixxie! It's so good! 😍 I'm new here and a new fan of the ship. If you want could you give some recommendations for other fics with them? And something super short on why they're worth a read?

I have a feeling you got good taste since you are a good writer! I'm down with whatever for tags. Thanks

Oh, I definitely have some Strixxie fics that I love! I'll tell others to read the tags for these fics. Just posting tags cause I'm going to work soon. Ive recommended some of these fics before, but I have no problem doing it again

Pathetic Vermin

Ao3 Link

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Strixxie, Striker/Moxxie

Summary: Striker doesn't often mix pleasure with business, especially not when he was on the job but ever since he'd seen that little vermin Imp, he'd been enjoying making him all kinds of angry flustered and embarrassed - especially in front of his wife. So when the damned Imp just waltzes right into his room alone, well hot Satan ye can't expect him to not get a little fun out of the little vermin. But he doesn't know exactly how much fun he's about to get.

WARNINGS: Noncon/Rape, Rape Fantasy, Rape Roleplay

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Striker meant to stalk after the damned Imp, maybe rustle up his fur a bit like he'd been doing through out the entire festival - watch the way his sharpened teeth grit and his tail flick about angry, cheeks flushed dark with prideful indignation in his gaze - that when the little Imp just waltzed right into his room, well Striker saw his chance to have a little fun before the main event of his job.

He hadn't however taken into account that the little Imp would see his gun nor that he'd accurately be able to identify it and it's dangerous capabilities. His cover was damn near blown.

Or was it?

They were alone in the house after all. Everyone else outside. He had the upper advantage here.

There weren't no way the preceding events were gonna go differently. Not with how much he was wound up and raring to go after watching the little Imp scuttle about. Add the danger of his cover being blown and wanting to wrap his tail around the little imp's throat was intoxicating. He had to play, had to feel the little Imp's body pressed close, struggling - maybe even arcing up against him all wanton like.

He closed the door behind him, Moxxie's posture stiffed yet he continued yammering on about the gun's danger. Striker couldn't very well have that, not to mention with his mouth free he could call out for help.

Striker lashed out his tail, wrapping it expertly around Moxxie's throat. Then he tossed him against the wall.

He wasted no time and pounced. He landed right on top of Moxxie, his body squirming under him, as he held him down with one hand. Moxxie hissed and seethed. And there is was, the indignation glaring up at him. Exactly what Striker wanted, add in the pure as sin darkening of his cheeks, and he was damn near hard against the back of his buckle. Striker shuddered, his teeth dripped as he salivated. He couldn't wait to see what other expressions Moxxie could make.

He raised his free hand and snipped off the cute bowtie Moxxie wore and slid one talon down his button up, revealing red flesh. Moxxie froze at the action. The thumping of his feet behind Striker slowed until they stilled when Striker tugged the last button free and teased the flash of skin that he could see.

Striker glanced up at Moxxie to find his eyes wide and his shoulders shook. There was fear there, oh yes plenty of it. But what was more pleasing and far far more surprising was his lips. Striker caught the words being rasped, listening closely to make sure of the order.

If possible, Striker's mouth filled with more saliva and the hissing rattle he emitted sent Moxxie shuddering against him. Especially when he slid a hand to pluck and scratch Moxxie's nipples and chest. Trailing down and down until he worked open Moxxie's pants and revealed how hard Moxxie was.

"Oh, look at the mess yer about to make." He chuckled with dark intent. Moxxie panted, squirmed left and right - all in a vain attempt to escape Striker's clutches. But all it did was work his little trousers down his hips, revealing more and more of himself, until it was just enough that Striker hitched his thrashing legs up and dropped trou with a flick of his belt buckle. Even with all the saliva he'd built up, it still wouldn't be enough. So he used his tail to grab the lube from his bedside table and worked it around and in Moxxie's vulnerable yet puckering hole.

"This'll hurt just a pinch," Striker growled into Moxxie's ear. He slid in, slow at first - always slow. He expected Moxxie to hiss in pain, to renew his efforts to fight Striker off. But much like the words Moxxie had rasped, his actions made him want him more.

Because Moxxie groaned. Not an in-pain kind of groan, but an, oh-fuck-yes kind of groan. A kind of groan that let you know he was used to the stretch of his hole by a significant cock.

"Yer taking me like a real saint." Striker growled as he inched more inside of Moxxie. "Let me guess, yer little lady likes to top ya?"

Moxxie's head shook back and forth and his hips, by Satan, thrust impatiently against Striker. He laughed. Honest to the seven demon lords of Hell, Moxxie was impatient.

"Quit stalling and just fuck me already, partner." Moxxie growled, impatient and indignant.

Striker howled with laughter. "Sure thing, vermin," and he thrust fully into him.

What followed next was a series of hissing, rattling, and scratching. Striker loved it when they put up a fight. Moxxie sure tried. Which just tickled Striker pink, at least until he was grunting as he rutted against Moxxie, who squirmed and rolled his hips to meet his thrusts.

They got a little enthusiastic with their rutting, they bumped against the side table and whatever had been perched there fell on Striker. He hissed, letting Moxxie go to push the stray bits of glass away.

Moxxie took this opportunity to run, or attempt to. But Striker was faster, and Striker wanted in that hot piece of tail to finish the job. He grabbed his tail, yanking him away from the door that was now open and wrapped both arms around him. He pulled him flush against him. Moxxie struggled, pitching a fight. But Striker was stronger. He clamped a hand over his mouth and all but crushed his throat as he crouched while holding the smaller Imp.

"Pathetic." He hissed softly into Moxie's ear as the longer he held him the less he struggled.

He would have taken the moment to thrust back into him, but the wife - Millie - caught him with his pants around his ankles, as it were.

Stabbed, he hissed and rattled as it came in quick succession. Millie jumped on his back to grapple him. Striker clawed her arm and threw them against the wall, knocking her out. He watched her fall over and he hunched over Moxxie who reached for her.

"Ain't you two paint a darling picture." Striker's grin widened. "Let's add to it." He picked up Moxxie, ensuring he faced his wife when he thrust back into him.

Millie, for all the bluster that she'd entered the room with gaped as she watched him fuck her husband. Moxxie had nothing holding him back now, save for his wife's gaze.

"Why don't you roll your hips like ya did a second ago fer me." Striker ran one lone talon down Moxxie's back and Moxxie did as instructed, moaning in the process.

"Oh honey-" Millie whispered as Moxxie panted and scrambled to keep up with Striker's pace.

Striker for all he'd done so far, didn't care much for Millie. If it weren't for the rush of dark as sin red running up Moxxie's neck, he would have flipped Moxxie over to really watch his expressions. It was more fun that way, especially when he slipped one hand around and teased Moxxie's length until he was spilling.

The smaller Imp tensed when he came, his mouth hung open and his body wound tight against Striker. And then when he finished, his body fell limp.

Which was exactly when Striker thrust with wild abandon until he fill his little vermin up with cum and let him drop.

Satisfied, he stood up and glowered at the two. Moxxie reaching out for Millie, faintly calling her name.

Well, better he hide the both of them now.

Later, when Striker had been chased off, Moxxie and Millie were on their way back to the city, and Blitzo was - thankfully - asleep on the car ride.

"D'ya enjoy yerself hun?" Millie asked.

Moxxie caught the insinuating look his wife sent him.

"Was it everything ya hoped it would be?" Millie followed up with a taunting grin.

Moxxie groaned and covered his face. "Yes!"

Millie giggled. "Too bad he ended up being a brownnosing cocksucking daddyfucker, woulda invited him over for a repeat on account of how ya went spineless when he made ya-"

"Can we not talk about it with our boss in the backseat."

Millie giggled louder, which only woke Blitzo up with questions - questions Moxxie was not answering.

Psssst. Mini sensual fic of Striker hunting down Moxxie like he's prey >////<

send me prompts for mini hazbin hotel and/or helluva boss fics!

A/N: AU where Moxxie gets out of the room, but I like to think things still go down the same in the long run. 

I also played around a little bit here with the idea of Striker having more snake-like abilities. Namely heat-seeking. 

Moxxie doesn’t fool himself into thinking that it’s anything more than dumb luck that gets him out of the room with Striker. He also knows he doesn’t have long to do something before Striker catches up with him, but he needs time to think. He’s not like Blitzo, who seems to think on his feet (or not at all), and he isn’t like Millie, who responds by instinct and impulse. 

Moxxie needs time to gather his thoughts and formulate a course of action. He also takes into consideration that this whole mess is happening inside of his in-laws’ home. There are other, innocent people nearby and he doesn’t want them to get hurt in the crosshairs of whatever is going on here. 

Ducking for cover in a closet isn’t the bravest thing he could be doing right now, but it is the smartest. He just needs a moment and -- 

“You can’t hide from me forever, lil one,” Striker’s voice calls out from somewhere in the home. It sounds like he’s still somewhere on the second floor, and that’s good, but a cold chill still shoots down Moxxie’s spine. 

“This house’s only so big, and I know y’all didn’t get out.” 

Moxxie does his best not to move, and even closes his eyes. This is a scare tactic and he knows that. 

But just because he knows what Striker’s doing, doesn’t mean it isn’t working. 

“And don’t you think I won’t tear this place apart to find you.” 

He can hear Striker’s footfalls now, slow and calculated. He moves across the floor above Moxxie, and then down the stairs. A few more steps dangerously close by, and then Striker pauses again. His tail rattles. 

“Fear gives off a lotta heat, y’know,” he says, and Moxxie is suddenly very aware of just how warm he is and how fast his heart is pounding. 

There are more footfalls, slower than before and they seem to echo in Moxxie’s mind. He covers his mouth and nose with one hand, trying to muffle his anxious breathing. 

Not that it does him any good. 

The closet door is wrenched open and Striker stands in the doorway, arms across the span of it and leering down at the smaller imp. “Poor lil thing,” he practically croons. “You really thought you could hide from me? Pathetic.” 

His tail comes for Moxxie, grabbing the smaller imp by the throat. 

a LOT of anon questions it seems :/

come face me ya twats! dont be scared of ‘ol joey

So some ANON people asked what would i say to someone i liked.

I used julie as an example because she hates my guts so she wont take it the wrong way.

A bonus from this xdddd

https://bichcarito.tumblr.com/post/629776873742794752

Accepting that someone, even being an asshole, is attractive isn’t wrong. xd

I wanted to do this time ago xPP

Hello! I really love your fic with Strixxie! It's so good! 😍 I'm new here and a new fan of the ship. If you want could you give some recommendations for other fics with them? And something super short on why they're worth a read?

I have a feeling you got good taste since you are a good writer! I'm down with whatever for tags. Thanks

Oh, I definitely have some Strixxie fics that I love! I'll tell others to read the tags for these fics. Just posting tags cause I'm going to work soon. Ive recommended some of these fics before, but I have no problem doing it again

Tsubasa Reservoir Ova 2 Parody

That scene gave me so many feelings and is familiar to my thoughts so I decided to make my characters suffer with this xDDDD

Doppio’s fear….

I hope you like it!

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FINALLY!!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!  I work hard on this one TT0TT Please enjoy!!!

Weekly sketches I’ve done

Human version of Striker and Fizzarolli

Blitz and Moxxie (Wild Wild West reference)

And half of pic of human Striker (find it on Twitter)