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@pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure, hellaverse brain rot, 18+ acct

29 | writer, cryptid | they/them

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/pipsqueakparker/pseuds/pipsqueakparker
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pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
pov the other side of the camera while i was getting distracted just watching the show when i was supposed to be taking photos (they did the best run they’ve ever done tonight and i was Immersed - didn’t even take notes, my job as director is done)
November 12, 2025 at 6:17 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
dude i’ve been getting so fucking many of these - be careful folks
November 10, 2025 at 9:51 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
i just realized the calendar we have in the back of the store is a horse calendar - blitz approved
November 9, 2025 at 1:26 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
me: finally picks up my ipad and draws again

@thedeerman.bsky.social & @areafifty1.bsky.social, friends i would never exchange for anything in the world:
screenshot of a group chat where deer and ara aggressively encourage me to draw more dicks, followed by a photo of a procreate screen where a mediocre blitz dick has in fact been drawn another screenshot of deer and ara celebrating the mediocre blitz dick and being rewarded with a very minimalist interpretation of stolas’ ass a final screenshot celebrating the ass and another photo of the mediocre blitz dick being placed into the minimalist stolas ass - get you some friends who celebrate your dicks and asses no matter how bad they may be
November 8, 2025 at 3:39 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
better late than never - my gift for @whimstories.bsky.social for the #HelluvaHalloween25 exchange! a stolitz corpse bride AU!

archiveofourown.org/works/73877961

don’t wear a frown, it’s really okay, #stolitz, T, 2.2k

| #stolitzfics | #helluvafics |
don't wear a frown, it's really okay by pipsqueakparker Summary: The night before Blitzø and Fizz's wedding, Blitzø is still unsure about going through with this whole arrangement - but he'll do anything for Fizz, including learn his vows and go through with Cash's plans. However, as he's wandering and steeling himself for the next day, he encounters a childhood friend in an unexpected way.... AKA, a stolitz corpse bride au Written for the Helluva Halloween Exchange 2025 As the ring slid into place along the branch, the dirt under Blitzø’s feet rumbled and groaned. He stumbled back as wind whipped around him, the branch seemingly extending out toward him before being obscured by a whirlwind of forest debris. Blitzø threw a hand over his face, shutting his eyes against the dirt and leaves swirling around his face. As the air around him seemed to calm, he slowly opened his eyes — “I do,” came a soft voice from the face suddenly inches from Blitzø’s own. Blitzø yelped, feet scraping over dirt as he scrambled backwards, away from the tall avian demon that had been crowding over him. He looked around at the otherwise empty and quiet forest, mostly clear apart from the aged trunks and gnarled roots — where had this demon even come from? Could he have snuck up on him so easily? Had Blitzø really been paying so little attention to his surroundings? a corpse bride-esque Stolas, with a skeletal arm, approaches a bewildered Blitz, cornering him against the trunk of a tree at night
November 8, 2025 at 3:32 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
my brain made a cursed mashup of once we get up there and don’t you forget reprise so i made it with my hands so we could all experience it (just audio, no video)
#hazbins2 #hazbinspoilers
November 7, 2025 at 11:17 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
my roommate found a recipe for a harder daddy so i guess im husk tonight
November 7, 2025 at 1:12 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
jesus fucking christ co star why not just snap my neck while you’re at it
November 4, 2025 at 3:56 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
it’s really fuckin cold in the theatre bc the heat isn’t working again but stolitz will keep me safe and warm - anyway time to try getting words in before rehearsal
October 30, 2025 at 8:19 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
i'm still catching up on bills & my checks have been falling short to cover everything, so i've got a new prompt available to sponsor & i'm opening for some mini comms
ko-fi.com/pipsqueakpar...

if ur interested in a mini com you can fill out this form: forms.gle/kvoDMkfGJNMU...

dm w any questions!
October 24, 2025 at 12:53 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
if you see this, quote with a vampire that isn’t dracula 🩸
a photo of a box of general mills count chocula, featuring the vampire character with buck teeth? count chocula has buck teeth? wild
October 23, 2025 at 1:49 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
i’ve been in-cat-pacitated
October 21, 2025 at 6:43 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
another entry for #hellaversekinktober25 @hellavkinktober.bsky.social - day 19: semi-public sex
ft. art by @birdpuss.bsky.social

| #stolitz | #stolitzfics | #helluvafics |

archiveofourown.org/works/72787531
October 20, 2025 at 2:00 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
for #hellaversekinktober25 @hellavkinktober.bsky.social

day 18: size difference

honey i shrunk my boyfriend, stolitz, e, 2.2k words

| #helluvafics | #stolitzfics | #stolitz | #helluvaboss |

archiveofourown.org/works/72727356
October 19, 2025 at 2:45 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
can’t believe my roommate hates me this way
October 16, 2025 at 8:21 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
October 13, 2025 at 5:38 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
this is unrelated, but customers keep complimenting my shirt today & i gotta resist the urge every time to inform them that these skeletons also are gay
October 12, 2025 at 7:52 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
double feature kinda day as i quickly post before going to work -

day 8: somno for #hellaversekinktober25 @hellavkinktober.bsky.social

dreamland, take me there, e, stolitz, 2k words

| #stolitzfics | #helluvafics | #stolitz |

archiveofourown.org/works/72121886
dreamland, take me there by pipsqueakparker summary: Blitz often struggles with getting a decent night's rest, and Stolas just wants to be a good, caring partner and make sure all of Blitz's needs are met. AKA, baby's first somno fic Stolas was trying to take as much off his plate as he could, but Blitzø was stubborn. Stolas had to get sneaky about it — he couldn’t say he was going to make dinner so Blitzø could take a nap after work, he had to excitedly show Blitzø a new recipe he had found and basically beg for the imp to let him try making it, then put on My Little Hellpony as ‘background noise’, knowing Blitzø would fall asleep on the couch watching it. And those naps were essential, because he knew Blitzø still wasn’t sleeping well at night. That was something else he had to start being sneaky about — he knew Blitzø was neglecting his sleep meds again, Blitzø didn’t like how hard they put him out in case Stolas needed him in the middle of the night. That had been an issue once or twice, when things were still new and Stolas was still trying to get settled on his own medication, with his own routine, in this new normal. But it had been months now, and Stolas felt okay. Even if he still had nightmares, he didn’t need Blitzø to be up with him for hours anymore. Blitzø had been doing so much for him for so long, he just wanted to return the favor as much as he could.
October 8, 2025 at 1:40 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
day 7: body worship for #hellaversekinktober25 @hellavkinktober.bsky.social (inspired by & for @khosh3kh.bsky.social)

can't keep my hands to myself, e, stolitz, 1.6k words

ft. fucking GORGEOUS art from @whimstories.bsky.social

| #stolitzfics | #helluvafics |

archiveofourown.org/works/72101926
can't keep my hands to myself by pipsqueakparker summary: Blitzø raked his claws back up, mussing up the feathers on his way and smoothing them over once more as he grabbed at the owls’ hips again, squeezing the tender meat he found there. Stolas let out a soft sound, a small hum in the back of his throat as Blitzø massaged the new plumpness on his body. The stress of the move, in combination with the contentment they had found together, had resulted in both of them putting on a little softness around the edges. Blitzø wouldn’t complain, where he used to meet hard bones, now he found a pleasant amount of chub. Every part of Stolas had become a good handful, and he proved it to himself as his hand drifted further down, finding the curve of the bird’s ass and gripping it in greedy claws. Stolas stirred under the imp’s grasp, but all four of his eyes stayed closed — Blitzø watched carefully through his own half-lidded gaze, focused on the owl’s relaxed expression, on his fluffy cheeks flushing ever so slightly from the imp’s actions. -- AKA, the one with lots of groping Light streamed through the large windows, casting warmth and shadows over sleeping bodies. Soft snuffling and hooting snores filled the quiet morning as Blitzø slowly stirred to consciousness, mind still heavy and hazy with sleep, unable to hold onto a thought for longer than two seconds before the next floated in, then back out. He drifted between reality and dreams as claws tightened around the body next to him, sinking into feathers, finding purchase against plush hips and eliciting soft hums from the still sleeping owl. Those sounds felt as warm to his ears as the body beneath his hands. Spurred on by the simple desire of wanting to hear more, Blitzø let his hands follow the lines of the owl’s body, skating over soft, freshly preened feathers. Absently, he remembered helping preen them last night, carefully carding through the shafts with oils and claws and, at particularly tough patches, teeth. They were still so silky and smooth, not roughed up from Stolas’ usual tossing and turning. He had slept soundly last night, barely moving in Blitzø’s arms.
October 8, 2025 at 12:56 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
local cryptid proves to be handiest man of all after six and a half excruciating hours with a drill and a shitty island instruction manual
October 5, 2025 at 2:54 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
finally got some more things hung up & displayed including a couple precious pieces of art from @areafifty1.bsky.social & @ulieunha.bsky.social & the @glitterkoneko.bsky.social’s smokin’ rockstar blitz standee
October 4, 2025 at 4:47 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
tfw ur trying to be horny on main but ur friends are too funny
screenshot from discord seb: i dont want no one inside of me but for blitzon? gates are open. legs? spread. entry? granted. ara: hotel? trivago
October 3, 2025 at 3:31 PM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
my first fic for #hellaversekinktober25 @hellavkinktober.bsky.social - Day 2: Degradation

i want your chokehold, stolitz, E, 5565 words

| #helluvafics | #stolitzfics | #stolitz |

archiveofourown.org/works/71707691
October 2, 2025 at 5:14 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
wip wednesday - a kinktober prompt im working on for later this month
“What’s your name?” Blitzø asked, aiming to keep his voice gentle and comforting. He didn’t know if it was working exactly, but the other man did seem to relax into the embrace a little when he shifted closer, standing between the knobby knees of his three-mile-long legs. “Stolas.” “I’m Blitzø,” he responded, out of habit adding, “The ‘o’ is silent.” That’s all they said for a long time. Blitzø wasn’t sure how long exactly had actually passed, long enough that his arms started to ache from being stretched up at the angle required to reach Stolas, even with him bent over. He couldn’t imagine the position felt very good on Stolas’ back, either, so after a brief moment of consideration he climbed into Stolas’ lap. Stolas’ arms tightened around Blitzø in surprise, sliding down to hold his waist to make sure he didn’t fall as he scrambled to get comfortable. Blitzø’s legs locked around Stolas’ hips and he hooked his chin over Stolas’ shoulder, their bodies pressed flush together now, and he felt the other demon relax even more into the touch. Quiet sniffles still filled the air and Blitzø started rubbing soothing circles into Stolas’ upper back, something he could remember his Mama doing to comfort him when he was young. He could feel the feathers through the mesh top Stolas was wearing and, absently, his claws itched to rake through them. He did raise his hand then, up to the nape of Stolas’ neck, the back of his head, where he could feel those feathers, run his claws through them and play with them, and the feeling had Stolas’ soft, whining, sad whimpers turning soft, quiet hums.
October 2, 2025 at 12:48 AM
pipsqueakparker.bsky.social
like. IMAGINE.
September 27, 2025 at 9:50 PM