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sweet-marigold · 5 months
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Gay cowboys 🤠
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ckcomics · 6 months
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I saw some Halloween merch and I had to draw a comic around it. Haha
Dedicated to @chaifootsteps , cuz I wouldn't have seen the merch otherwise.
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g-on-ef · 3 months
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If I had a nickel for every time I've managed to annoyed the HH/HB fandumb because i made a post about how much i love the non Canon ship more than the Canon one I'd have two nickles which isn't a lot but its funny that it happened twice
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It's even funnier when I head canon that Charlie and Striker are half siblings ^^
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cloudysarts · 21 days
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absolutely zero reason for them to have so much tension.
~i dont support vivziepop or her shows + this art/redesign is from my rewrite~
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radiostatik · 7 months
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Striker x Blitz 🐍🐎
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They are both down soooo bad! They are pretty much canon to me. At least one sided canon. They are literally perfect for each other. Blitz loves horses, Striker has a horse. They are equal in strength so they are both verse.
Striker never tried to bring Blitz down, or show any signs of jealousy toward Blitz being as strong as him.
Blitz invited him to join IMP meaning he wanted Striker to join his family.
Blitz said to Moxxie, "It's gonna be great working with him". Implying Striker said yes!
Also, this scene:
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Striker is painted as a villain for wanting to kill overlords. But Blitz is also an assassin, and used to kill demons too! Is a royals life more valuable than other demons and humans?
Striker just went about it all wrong. Instead of killing Moxxie, which would ruin EVERYTHING, he should've just told Blitz that he's an assassin too, and has a hit for Stolas. Blitz even said the reason he was disappointed was because he did it behind his back. Despite knowing Stolas as a child, Blitz DID try to kill him the first chance he got.( In "The Circus" he tries to snap his neck)
So, no Creepy Bird Mouth, no problem!
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chaifootsteps · 7 days
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Instead of going for a walk under the moonlight while a song about how brief life is plays, they fuck nasty and the party has to pretend they don't hear it.
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cometcon · 7 months
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I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D
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So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.
Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD
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Blitz was in Heaven.
An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.
"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-
"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."
Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!" 
He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-
The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.
"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."
"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"
Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.
"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."
Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.
Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best. 
Now he was in Heaven. 
And he never wanted to fall.
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todomemolesta18 · 4 months
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Stolitz stans keep saying Stolas sometimes acts a lot like fizzarolli in his gestures and his mannerisms, and how many parallels there are with their stories, that blitz misses fizz and is lonely, so stolas makes him feel better, I just…why? Please leave fizz out of it
How is it cute to be in a relationship with someone because they remind you of someone else? What’s your opinion
If you stay with someone just because they remind you of someone else, you dont love that person, and you are only using them👍
Also, Stolas doesnt have any similarities to Fizz if Im honest. And comparing my boy Fizz with Stolas is an insult.
In the show there arent any signs or stuff that Blitzo wants Stolas because it reminds him of Fizz. He also always looks annoyed with Stolas, he doesnt try anything with him, and the only time was to use him (ep 7, Ozzies).
I would rather see Blitzo with Striker than Stolas honestly.
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cham-chammity · 1 year
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Blitz: I hate striker he's so perfect at everything!
Moxxie: well I bet he's terrible at sex.
Blitz: nah he's good at that too.
Moxxie: what?
Blitz: what?
Millie: FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
The “fucking knew it” at the end had me. Also, sorry for the 2 year gap. I’m back now!!
I love imaging Millie trying to bet on what Striker and Blitz’s sex life is like and Moxxie is just like having a hernia like
“Sir, this is so unprofessional! Why the fuck does everyone’s sex lives have to be a topic at work? Your DAUGHTER is RIGHT THERE.”
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trellanyx · 10 months
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Viv really out here being like, “And now something for the BlitzStrike crowd…”
Buy it here: https://sharkrobot.com/products/the-harvest-moon-festival-helluva-boss-episode-5-poster
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thewistlingbadger · 1 year
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Childhood friends to lovers!!!!
Blitzø grew up in a circus so au where the circus made a stop in wrath and striker saw blitzø and he was like "wow that was really cool" so he waits for the performance to be over so he can talk to blitzø. For as long as the circus stays in striker's home town, the two imp boys play together once blitzø is done preforming. When blitzø has to go, they become pen pals, constantly writing to each other. But eventually, blitzø stops writing back, and so does striker. It isn't till the harvest moon festival that they reunite. Striker recognizes blitzø, but blitzø doesn't recognize him back
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ckcomics · 5 months
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Toldja
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g-on-ef · 11 months
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Striker: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.
Blitz: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away.
Striker: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.
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bloodmoon24 · 3 months
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Blitzstrike bingo sheet if ur still doing it
-📼 anon
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I always am
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radiostatik · 4 days
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Yoooo Helluva Boss had a Blitzstrike print?!
Drawn by the talented misspanica on insta and Twitter.
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chaifootsteps · 1 month
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okay but like - "all i ask of you" from phantom of the opera for blitzstrike w/ background jealous stolas. striker is raoul; blitz is christine; stolas is the phantom.
striker, being from a desert region like wrath, represents the sun and light and warmth ("let me be your shelter - let me be your light") while stolas represents darkness since hes the prince of the stars/night sky/constellations/whatever, so blitz has this day-night dichotomy between the person who claims to love him (but only as a possession) and the one who actually loves him ("all i want is freedom - a world with no more night").
and then youve got an entitled, furious stolas at the end after the song is over, lamenting that giving blitz the ability to run his business wasnt enough to earn his love and loyalty ("i gave you my music, i let your song take flight and this is how you repay me - deny me and betray me") and he vows to keep blitz on his golden leash any way he can ("you will curse the day you did not do all that the phantom asked of you").
The Erik lover in me balks at this, but the BlitzStrike lover wants to fill a pool with it and dive in. This is absolutely perfect.
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate Grow cold, and turn to tears of hate
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