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Imagine Dragons 🎶 Whatever It Takes

carmilla carmine redesign

i just realized i never posted this here but anyways i love her and she has an incredible vouce actor but design wise me personally i would make her hands sharper and more claw like to add on sinister vibes to her since shes a hell overlord after all

When I saw your face

You made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place

And it felt so good to be understood

But there's so much I wished that I could say

So I

I'll be your armor

I love how these few lines of Vaggie's part in Whatever It Takes speaks volumes

From the first two lines: Vaggie only knew Hell as a place filled with sinful creatures that she had to get rid of, and here Charlie is, the actual princess of Hell, treating her with kindness without even knowing who she is or what she's done. Suddenly Hell is a place that can still have good in it - which isn't the place she was led to believe it was by Heaven.

The third line: Vaggie was trying to do the right thing by letting that cannibal child go, but was punished for it and fell. Charlie goes out to help injured sinners after Exterminations but gets no thanks or is treated badly by them despite her helping. Vaggie found someone else in Hell, of all places, who wants to do the right thing despite what the potential consequences might be.

The fourth line: Vaggie wants to tell Charlie that she used to be an exorcist and everything she's done, but knows that would end up hurting her and instead keeps the secret to protect her feelings. (Which parallels with Carmilla's part when she says: I'll keep you safe and keep this secret)

The last two lines: Since Vaggie is keeping this big secret from Charlie, she thinks the best way to make up for it is to literally be her armor. If anyone wants to hurt Charlie, they'll have to get through her first. Even though Charlie is canonically more powerful, she still puts herself between Charlie and any danger without a thought about her own safety.

Side note: Now that Vaggie's secret is out in the open and Charlie's more aware of her power, I can't wait to watch the dynamic switch from Vaggie being Charlie's armor, to Charlie being Vaggie's, and Vaggie learning she doesn't have to always put her life on the line to be worthy of Charlie's love.

Tl;dr: Vaggie saw Hell in a new light upon seeing Charlie and connects with her desire to do good. She feels bad for hiding her past and decides to always put her life on the line for Charlie. Vaggie loves Charlie very much :)

my first full-length amv! i almost broke capcut making this haha

Got some requests at work for some Avengers quotes!

So Ive been obsessed with this Hazbin Hotel song and my 1:30am brain screamed erasermic

Art not mine

Blitz heard the notification go off on his phone and just about had a damn heart attack. Stolas. That was Stolas's notification-tone, and Stolas--fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were they actually going to talk now? Now that Blitz finally fucking got it? The sound of the text alone was enough to make his adrenaline spike up and his heart kick into high gear, the panic response painfully strong, but Blitz tried to keep a relatively cool exterior.

He pulled over and parked, glanced in the backseat--captive was still firmly tied and gagged, great, good--then finally took his phone out and read the text and...

Fuck.

He should be elated that Stolas was messaging him at all, but somehow, this just felt... What was this? Were they just going to pretend like everything was fine? Like they were just a couple of exes who could move on like nothing had ever happened? What--what was this, what did this mean...?

He stared at the screen for a solid ten minutes, tears burning his eyes but refusing to fall, letting traffic whoosh by loudly a few feet away.

It was fair, Blitz realized. This was the shit he had always done to Stolas, just pressing on like nothing had happened, like everything was fine. He owed it to Stolas to play the game now. No matter how badly he wanted him back, no matter how much he wanted to explain that that drunken song and the conversation that followed after had gotten through to him, Blitz had to start meeting Stolas where he wanted to be met.

So, although his chest felt tight and his hands almost numb, he wrote back:

>>You got it. Tell me when and where to meet you. I'll be there. >>No charge this time. I owe you.

Maybe that second text was too much, too emotional, but Christ on a fucking stick, Blitz couldn't take money from him right now. He couldn't--fuck. Fuck.

He held the phone against his forehead, eyes closed, and just tried his damnedest not to cry as he waited for a reply, well-aware it might be hours before Stolas even felt the need to check his phone, but all the same, unable to move on just yet.

@doublejango liked for an apology tour starter IT WAS WRONG TO USE BENJI THE WAY HE HAD. Stolas knew that and yet he'd allowed himself to be swallowed whole by the fantasy of being wanted, of being desired : being somebody's somebody. He was dodging calls now, text messages and knocks at the front door. The Prince knew he should let the imp down gently and yet he couldn't seem to let go of the crutch that he'd become. He was too afraid of what might happen if he brushed him off completely. For so long Stolas lay crumpled in his bed like so much trash, sobbing and sulking into the moonlight. But then didn't this make him just as bad as Blitz? Wasn't stringing this imp along just as hurtful as whatever had been done to him in the past by the very person he'd been at that party to celebrate a hatred of?

Owl groans and throws his arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the light from above. Cell phone buzzes and he's more than a little disappointed to see it's Benji calling once again. Another cacophony of discomfort followed by the smash of a talon against the ignore call button. Stolas grumbles and finds himself navigating to Blitz' contact information. He hesitates a while and finally hits the empty chat box he'd purposefully avoiding for so long.

This is awkward but I don't have any other choice. I need protection next week and you and your crew are the best mercenaries i know. If it's too uncomfortable I understand. I'm free today to discuss details, otherwise take care.

SEND.

Let's keep it professional. That was the gist. So Stolas had clearly noticed that the second text came from the heart more than it should have, and he didn't want anything to do with it.

Fuck.

The rejection stung, ached, and threatened to break Blitz down all over again. He wanted to type something quick and shitty and mean, but every time he let his impulses rule in conversation, even if he was just trying to deflect with humor, all he did was make it worse.

Not that it could really get much worse. Stolas didn't want a damn thing from him now, obviously, and probably didn't even want to hire him. It was short notice, and bodyguards were hard to find in Pride--the most violent ring, no matter what public perception would say. Pride was full of Sinners, souls who just respawned whenever they were killed, to whom life meant nothing, and impulse control even less. No one wanted to try and protect someone here, so of course Stolas had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find someone. Fuck.

Blitz turned the radio on. He made himself listen to two full songs before he replied. Well, he'd planned on listening to three, but impatience (and maybe insecurity; what if Stolas found someone else if Blitz took too long to reply?) won out.

>>okay be there suun

>>just hav to drop of a packidge

>>10 mins

He silenced his phone. If Stolas was going to change his mind now, Blitz didn't want to know about it until he was back at the office, until he could at the very least be around Moxxie and Millie. Loona had been AWOL the last few days, which wasn't really unusual for her, but just being near the other two imps would help... well. Fuck. A little. Maybe.

Even if, not so very deep down, Blitz suspected Moxxie wished he had been at that party.

Fuck.

That fucking party.

Remembering it left Blitz aching anew, sick to his stomach. So many people there, reveling in hating him--including a piece of shit he barely remembered. Dennis was there to celebrate hating him. Dennis, who was what, pissed off that he didn't get to fuck Blitz when Blitz was almost blackout drunk and self-destructive, so wasted that the Queen of Gluttony herself insisted he be taken home? What the fuck was that about, Dennis being included in that shit?

But hatred wasn't logical, and that was the damnable misery of it. Blitz groaned at the thought, rubbing his forehead. It wasn't. Hatred brought people together. Moral superiority brought people together. Being able to bond over anger and disgust and apparently being stopped from taking advantage of him, made those fuckers feel good, feel better.

Good for them.

They were going to end up as goddamn humans if they weren't careful.

But his emotions were getting away from him. Blitz shook his head, put the thoughts away (as best he could; putting the party from his mind got harder every day), and pulled back onto the highway.

-

After a quick stop at the post office, he made it to the office. Blitz hurried upstairs, anticipating telling M&M that Stolas was coming over...

But neither of them was there.

Damn it.

Fuck everything.

He flung himself into a chair in the lobby, leaned his head back, and spun slowly, waiting for Stolas.

It was going to be fine. Really. Everything was going to be fine.

RESPONSE COMES QUICK AS LIGHTNING and for a moment Stolas can't help but stare at the screen. Talon tips pad over nail beds as upper beak nibbles bottom. His heart pounds intensely and after a moment of remembering how to breathe he begins to type back.

' Thank you. We should do this professionally. Are you free now? Could I come in to the office?' Blitz has made it abundantly clear. He doesn't want a relationship with him, couldn't fathom something between them that wasn't meaningless sex. And really who's fault was that? Ever since that night at Ozzie's something had been amiss with them. The owl hadn't been able to put his finger on it, but every plea, every reach for attention, for closeness had been batted down. And then that night-- the full moon. Nothing had gone the way he'd intended and it hurt to know Blitz didn't want the same thing he had . . . still the fact remained. He did in fact need protection from the other Goetia and there was no one he trusted-- had trusted more than Blitz to do it. Even if he didn't actually care about the Prince, his business' reputation was on the line. AND SURELY THAT HAD TO MEAN SOMETHING TO THE IMP, DIDN'T IT?

Hearing Stolas's voice almost echoing in the empty office was the start to a few fantasies Blitz had had since they got together, but now it just felt like a punch to the gut. He closed his eyes, trying to will away the stupid goddamn fluttering fear inside him, and pushed to his feet.

You can do this, he told himself, don't be such a little bitch about it. It was stupid to be afraid to just look at Stolas again. It wasn't like going into combat--fuck, going into combat would be easier. He swallowed hard, tugged his jacket down straight, put a smarmy grin on, and strode out.

"Stolas, you..."

Whatever rizz or jests Blitz might have intended to fall back on, the words died in his throat the moment he saw Stolas, and his heart started aching fiercely all over again, reminding him just how much this fucking bird meant to him, just how much he had truly lost when he lost Stolas. The material had nothing to do with it; even if he had lost his business, if Stolas hadn't given him the crystal, he would have lost so much more than that. Chances like this, moments like this, just to see him, to hear his voice, to smell that soft scent that always clung to his feathers. To hear the way his talons whispered over the floor, the way his clothing moved against him... Just being near him, just being in the same room as Stolas, was more valuable than anything else Blitz could ever have had...

And he'd lost it.

"Fuck. Hey. Um... You-- you look beautiful." Blitz winced even as he said it, sure that was somehow coming out wrong too; everything he'd been trying to say to Stolas had come out wrong recently, it seemed like. "Did you... uh... it's... been a while. Since that party. Did you--have a good time? I mean not like, you know, after, I'm not asking about you and Benji, especially since he's such a bottom, but did..." Rambling. Babbling. Probably coming off like an asshole. Blitz pressed a hand to his face. "Sorry. Forget I said--all of that. It's not my business anymore, is it?

"Would you... like to sit down? Tell me about this job?"

They could do this, right?

Fuck.

Somehow?

I miss him. I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.

BATED BREATH HOLDS FIRM TO LUNGS long enough Stolas worries he might lose consciousness if he holds it any longer. Stupid, that's what he was being. Blitz was busy, of course he was, Blitz was always busy. Too busy to text him, too busy to call him, to busy to rescue him and far too busy to visit when he'd been in hospital. As much as it hurt to say so Blitz was many things : disappointing being one he'd come to terms with as of late. Stolas sighs and places his phone face down on the lawn chair he sits upon. "Fucking idiot . . ." He mutters under his breath, face sinking into talons as he releases a pained groan. He's the idiot of course-- for expecting things to be different in any sort of way. He should have known better : there were entire parties dedicated to the past let downs of the imps life, why should he expect anything to have changed since then?

He'd let him leave after all, one minute he'd been sitting with Blitz, listening to an apology that, to his credit, sounded sincere and the next he was dancing with a very handsome succubi-- all because Blitz didn't want him, all because he'd wanted a romcom in place of a porno. Stomach churns and the Prince feels moisture behind his eyes. The night he'd spent with Benji had been fun but it wasn't what he truly wanted. He wanted Blitz to come running, to sweep him off his feet and proclaim his everlasting love. That he'd been a fool to act the way he had and he would never behave such a way again. But that, Stolas had come to learn, was just not something that happened in reality. Only in fiction, literature and the screen : and the owl's life was far from a picture perfect movie.

Notification ding sends stomach hurdling through feet and Stolas finds his hands peeling away from his face instantaneously. He grasps for the phone, heart beat a flutter as he reads the three individual texts. Well . . . at least he wasn't being an asshole about it. He runs a thumb alongside phone, considering the correct way to respond. He was glad the imp was willing to take the job but he was still angry with him. Stolas believed he was owed an apology-- one he could remember at the very least : and one that had a complete finish. The one at the party was blurry and interrupted. He wanted to hear Blitzo say he was sorry with his whole heart-- even if it meant the end of whatever it was they were.

>>> Sounds good. I'll be there shortly.

Thumb hits send and Stolas places his phone face down again. He doesn't want to over think things. As awkward as this may be he really does need to be protected from his ex wife and her conniving ways. - - -

His palms shouldn't be this sweaty, his chest shouldn't be heaving this hard-- he'd spoken to Blitz after the horrid full moon so why now was Stolas feeling the pangs of nerves settling in? With a deep breath he pushes himself forward, moving through the front door expecting to find hell hound receptionist at the ready-- but the desk is empty. Brows furrow as he glances around, checking for the other two imps who fulfill the back end of I.M.P. and they too seem to be missing. "Hello?" He calls out, removing top hat from head and clutching it between both hands. "IS ANYONE HERE?"