call me Glitz or Mandee ☆ Ⓥ 🏳️🌈 she/her 🔞 35+ ☆ VFX artist by day, comic artist by night ☆ DO NOT REPOST MY ART, thank you! ☆ [email protected]
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ALT Stolas sits at the I.M.P. reception desk holding a pen, his journal open in front of him. He's grinning and blushing and daydreaming. The thought bubble above his head shows that he's imagining himself wearing a frilly cooking apron with hearts on it. Blitz stands behind him, wearing a chef's uniform. Stolas is holding a smoking hot skillet over a flame while Blitz holds onto his wrist, guiding him. Blitz's other hand is curled around Stolas' hip, as if holding him in place. The pair are gazing at each other instead of the food— giving one another intense bedroom eyes. Stolas' beak is digging into his lower lip and Blitz has a confident smile. The background is pink and sparkly and romantic. Stolas is clearly writing one STEAMY scenario while on the job and we love to see that for him.
ALT Stolas is sitting at the office desk, holding a mug, his expression cold as he watches an imp talk to Blitz. The imp says, "I saw you on TV! You were INCREDIBLE!" Blitz basks in the praise. He replies, "Oh, yeah? Well I— I guess the camera HAS always loved me..." The other imp asks, "Are you hiring? PLEASE tell me there's an opening!" He rests his hand on Blitz's chest. Stolas is gripping the mug tight, his eye twitching. The imp says, "I'll do ANY position!" and Stolas sees red, crushing the mug. Stolas looks over at his hand, now bleeding. He says, "Ow..." Blitz whips his head around, yelling out, "STOLAS!" Blitz rushes to Stolas' side to bandage his hand. Stolas looks embarrassed and says, "Ah... How clumsy of me." Blitz insists, "It's not your fault!" Then he turns and shouts, "DAMMIT MOXXIE! I told you not to fucking buy those cheap-ass mugs!!" Blitz kisses Stolas' bandaged hand and asks, "Better?" Stolas replies, "Very much so." His grin smug as he looks toward the imp.
ALT A picture of my little LAIKA collection: A Wildwood poster and popcorn bucket, a badge from the employee screening, a cut out display of Boris the dog, and my 5 year anniversary badge.
ALT Stolas stands at the kitchen counter and Blitz stands behind him. They're both wearing nothing except cooking aprons, giving the reader a good view of Blitz's cute little red ass and Stolas' juicy one. Blitz has a hand on said bird ass as he says, "'Kay measure out two cups of flour."
ALT A young Stolas with his emo hair lays on his bed reading a book titled: Sad poetry for edgy souls. Out loud he reads, "Life without pain is no life at all." And then he comments, "Wow... that's so deep." Suddenly the sound of a loud crash startles Stolas. He storms out onto his balcony, looking dark and angry as he snaps, "What the FUCK do you think you're do—!" Stolas stops short. Blitzo is sprawled out on the ground, his face flattened against the concrete. He's clutching binoculars in one hand and there's a smashed pot he accidentally knocked over next to him. As Blitzo peels his face from the ground, Stolas sees him with rose-tinted lenses. An arrow shoots through Stolas' heart and his pupils are visible as he weakly finishes his sentence with, "... ing...?"
ALT Stolas is blushing, hearts in his eyes as he exclaims, "BLITZO?!" Blitzo has a sheepish smile as he greets, "Oh, heeey Stolas! Fancy— Fancy seeing you here!" Blitzo glances over at the binoculars he's holding and fumbles with an, "Uhhhh," before quickly hiding his hands behind his back and going on to ask, "L-long time no see, huh?" Stolas looks stunned as he fumbles for a response and stutters, "What are you— I never expected— Y-you look — Ahhhh—" Finally Stolas strikes a pose he thinks looks cool, leaning against the doorframe, his expression composed into a nonchalant look. He just replies, "Hey." Blitzo watches this and thinks, 'Holy fucking shit...' Now Blitzo is the one blushing with hearts in his eyes as he thinks, 'He's SO out of my league.'
