helluva girlboss

s2e9: apology tour

[I liked this episode a lot. But I didn't like how it just dumped all the blame on Blitza, when Starla and Blitza are both guilty of fucking up. So Blitza is a little more assertive here.

And I will never, ever forgive Vivziepop for not adding a flashback of blitzika's relationship or a flashback of the night when they broke up. She could've at least added a silent animation scene. But nope. No flashback at all. Stupid decision, Vivziepop.

Some lines were suggested by Nightw2 on ao3]

Water flows like an artificial waterfall into a large pool. Starla lays down in a lounge chair beside a tea table under a royal tent in her garden, reading a book with a cup of wine on a table next to her. Blitza climbs over the brick wall a little ways away.

Blitza's throat had somewhat recovered, just enough to let her speak. All thanks to Millie's soothing tea of course. And she'd quickly gone home to change into normal clothes, since she realized the lingerie wasn't gonna help her woo Starla.

"'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, Starla! You have— ah!" She fell into a bush of carnivorous plants, one of them almost chewing her hoof off.

Starla just scowled and brought the book closer to her face, blocking her view of Blitza.

Blitza came closer to the lounge chair. "You haven't been answering my texts, and I sent you a bunch of funny shit. So, what gives?"

"I was hoping my lack of "ha ha's" in response to the photos you sent would be an indicator I didn't want to talk right now." Starla replied.

Starla spent hours crying herself stupid last night. But then she washed her face, went to her bedroom, tucked aside the sack of sex toys while thinking about how she'd have to return them to their sellers, and went to bed (still imagining Blitza was laying on the mattress next to her).

When she woke up this morning, she was still very sad. But now anger was accompanying it. So when she saw the text messages, she got the urge to ignore them.

"Oh come on, Starla, we just had a rough night. 'Sides, you always want to hear from meeeeee." Blitza used her index finger to nudge the book down so she and Starla would be eye-to-eye. She wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

Starla snapped the book shut. "Blitza. What is it you want?"

"I want to forget about the melodramatic shit that happened between us last night!" Blitza slapped her thigh in frustration. "You made me really mad and I got kind of loud at you and— fuck it, we can forget the whole thing if you just let me have another go at that tight, feathered pussy!" She climbed onto Starla's lap.

Starla was throughly unimpressed. "Wow. Poetry." She got up, making Blitza fall out of her lap. "I'm sure such a statement would have had me swooning by now."

Blitza sat there on the chair, confused why her advances weren't working. They always worked.

"Uhhh, I- Sh- Yeah, sure that wa- Okay, that was a shitty way for me to say it. But you usually like it when I talk all dirty, and fucky, and shit. Come on, we don't do words, we do sex!"

"As shocking as this might seem, Blitza, I don't think I'm in the mood to *finger quotes* "do sex" with you. In fact, I don't think I'm even in the mood to do words with you!" She walked off. "So how about you respect that?"

Blitza followed her. "Oh come on, Star. You can't mean that. You always love seeing this!"

Starla put the book on the table. "Seeing you right now is hard! I don't want to feel worse than I already do."She picked up an envelope and opened it. "It's bad enough I got an invite to this Anti-Blitza party. An honourary invite for being your freshest ex."