With another solid crack and a steady dripping of blood that was somehow both radiant and blacker than the darkest sin onto the concrete, Izzi grabbed the angel's blade and tore it from the vile creature's now-limp arm. He wasn't stupid enough to think the thing was done yet, though. Nor that it was somehow less dangerous for having been disarmed. And dis-armed, the demon chuckled to himself as he slid one foot into the shadow cast by a nearby lamppost. Then he was gone. It seemed inexplicable if one didn't know about him. And he had made sure Heaven knew as little about him as possible.

Emerging again as a fast-solidifying wraith from the heavenly monster's own shadow, he wasted no time in driving the spear into its neck. This was the tricky part. He yanked and swung on the length of the handle, using his smaller height to his advantage for his ability to put his entire weight into the work. Angel's were, after all, quite strong. And this one was having no trouble supporting Izzi's slight frame as it struggled against the spear lodged to deeply into too many important bit to be removed. At this point, it was game over for the Exterminator. Either Izzi would finish decapitating it, or it would damage itself badly enough in its efforts to remove the spear that it would finish the job for him. However this went, the creature was dead. It just hadn't realized it yet.

When finally it fell, its head still attached but only barely, Izzi leapt clear as it crashed to the pavement. Only once it had stopped its doomed twitching did he retrieve the spear and finish beheading the foul beast. One down, he told himself with a nasty grin that would make even a crocodile think twice. And the spear meant that many more would go, and with much less struggle.

HH/HB/ZP Blog Round-Up

//Since I've add yet another blog, I thought it might be prudent to put up another list of my Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and Zoophobia blogs. I wanted to post their about and 'verse pages, too. I still do timeline 'verses, which I know hasn't been a thing in years. But it helps me establish more detailed and more organized timelines for my muses' lives (and afterlives). Think of them like a continuation of the about pages. I've also put links to their headcanon tags, for additional information that isn't on either of those pages. And, of course, open starters. So that list is as follows:

Angel Dust - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Cherri Bomb - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Alastor, the Radio Demon - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Husk - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Izzi, the Demon Hunter - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Cypher - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Stolas Ars Goetia - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Blitzø - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

Moxxie - about - 'verses - headcanons - opens

For now, that's all of them. Along with just about as much info as I can give on them. There may be a few links that don't have anything under them yet or the pages look weird or they're missing some information. Those will become more complete as time goes on. But these links will be good as resources for the lifetime of these blogs.

I don't really have promos for any of these guys yet, so for now, have some information about them to see if they sound interesting to you.

@imizzystradlin

cuties

Oh

Oh no

I have fallen into a new hole

Stevie wut were u doin?

@mrparadisecity @duffffff-mckagan @slash-serpentine @r0cketqveen

happy birthday izz!! @izzystradliin

EVERY TIME THE WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL someone take advantage of it. Stock market crashes and some dirtbag parachutes out with a billion dollars. Country goes to war, the mob has a field day… NOW THIS? THIS? And dressed in our uniforms? Representing something we've dedicated our lives to? Twisting it into something they can sell? NO! NO! WE DON'T WAIT for them to show their true colors. WE KNOW THEIR TRUE COLORS. We go there and WE STOP THEM before it all goes to hell again. WE GO THERE and we take back the Avengers from the hands of the Green Goblin maniac! WE'RE THE AVENGERS. WE TAKE IT BACK.

@mastcrmarksman -> a roleplay blog for Clinton Francis Barton aka the Amazing Hawkeye of Marvel Comics Earth 616 and various alternate comic earths. Canon divergent and headcanon based. written lovingly and arrow shot by Izzy

— Emeraude Toubia | Holiday in Santa Fe gif pack.

By clicking the source link or [ THIS LINK ], you’ll find #218 gifs of Emeraude Toubia (1989) in the movie Holiday in Santa Fe. Emeraude was born in Canada and is of Mexican and Lebanese descent, so please cast her accordingly. All made by me from scratch, so please, don’t repost or claim them as your own! You can use them in editions, or crackships, but please credit me (@youngfcs). If using, like or reblog ❗

[ ! ] Contains: eating, food, drinking, alcohol, kissing.

[ Don’t include them in any gif hunt, don’t crop these into gif icons without my permission, don’t use them in any smut threads/rps or for taboo roleplays and don’t use to rp the celebrity itself ]

On 👏 this 👏 blog👏 we 👏 do 👏 not 👏 recognize 👏 the 👏 death 👏 of 👏 Izzy 👏 Hands.

Nor do we recognize that apologizing to your abuser is fucking okay.

Souls out there I'm looking for roleplay (rp) writing buddies! I have a wide variety of fandoms I'm in - I love doing mixed universes - or solo ones! Existing characters or OCs! Love doing a variety of drama, comedy, angst, softness, feels, and smut (whatever your boundaries are) and making memes about it all. The more creative the better!! I miss doing it since my usual partner stopped, and I want to find new people to meet and rp w/

I'm very flexible and chill, and have done a variety of styles. Areas/Tropes/Fandoms I've done are:

The Hobbit, LOTR, OFMD, Ted Lasso, Football, Kpop, Ghost, MCU, Vampires, Werewolves, Soulmates, Multi-Dimensions, Anime, The Sandman, Good Omens, and more

I'd really love to do a Hobbit / LOTR one , plz lmk! I love world building with people and playing multiple characters to flesh everything out.

Extermination Day. Oh, the smell of blood and fear in the air. Izzi, for one, was not concered about the exterminators. It took a lot more than that to scare him. He hadn't had many a tussle with these winged bastards, but he'd killed one or two in his time in Hell. They were fun to hunt. Didn't go down easy, either, which only made it better. After all, Izzi did like a challenge. And most demons presented very little challenge anymore. Which was why he was out today, just strolling down the street with his spiked club in hand, whistling to spite the panic going on around him. Today was going to be fun.

//Alright! Well. I am once again proving my muse-hoarding tendencies. I have another new gremlin for you. His page is currently as together as I can get it. I'm still working on his background, as he is a canon character but does not yet have any sort of canon background.

Izzi, also known as the Demon Hunter, is a character who was supposed to be the "big bad" of the scrapped "angels and demons" arc of Zoophobia, the webcomic that spawned Hazbin Hotel. Based on the Addict music video, it appears as though he has been recycled into a background or upcoming character in Hazbin. He also appears to be connected with Cherri Bomb in some way. This portrayal is going to be grounded in his status as a major villain of Zoophobia, his connection to Cherri, and his character design. I am writing him in the Hazbin setting, but will likely make a Zoophobia 'verse for him.

Izzi can be found at @nightmareofthedamned. I'm going to be getting some open starters and memes up shortly.

a friend made this (ooc)

@r0cketqveen

Is he a 'little deranged freak' or is he hot and yous are all cowards

@pyratezlife continued from [x]

Frenchie had been inconsolable at Izzy's side, trying anything he could to talk to the man he loved. Trying to will him to stay awake and with him. That he needed him. When the first mate had closed his eyes, hand falling from his cheek, Frenchie had cried out and buried his face against Izzy's chest. Sobbing uncontrollably.

He didn't know whether it was seconds, minutes or more before he was being pulled back and away from Izzy and he tried desperately to cling on to him. But Auntie forced her way through as several of the others wrapped their arms around Frenchie. Comforting and holding him back as Auntie pulled something out of a pouch and worked on Izzy's wound.

Everything that had happened next had been a blur to Frenchie. He knew people spoke to him, could hear their voices in the distance but nothing reached his ears. He felt numb all over. Nothing was right. Nothing could be, not with Izzy like this. not when he could still lose him.

Izzy had been moved into the Captains quarters and onto Stede (and Ed's) bunk, both men insisting that he had the best place possible to hopefully recover. No one had even tried to get Frenchie to leave him.

The sofa had been pulled to the bedside for Frenchie to use and the bard had taken Izzy's hand in his and refusing to let go.

When Izzy awoke, Frenchie was practically wrapped around his arm with his head on his shoulder. Having cried himself to sleep.

The moment the hoarse voice spoke, Frenchie opened his eyes. Blinking and rubbing away dried tears from tearstained cheeks as he raised his head. The moment he saw Izzy's eyes, he practically jumped off of the sofa and to his feet. Hovering over him. Breath caught within his lungs and heart stilled in anticipation and hope.

"Iz.....?"