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A show I think would exist in Hell...

Basically, Big Brother with a cast comprised entirely of history's most notorious traitors. Especially those whose very names are practically synonymous with the word "traitor!" For example, Judas, Quisling, Benedict Arnold, Brutus, etc. It would be reality show competition backstabbing times 1,000! (Literal backstabbing, in some cases.) One of the sinners who works for Vox came up with the idea, but of course Vox took all the credit! What do you think it would be called? EDIT: I've decided Judas and Brutus are making out in the hot tub by episode 3.

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Deer's shed the velvet on their antlers. Alastor is no exception.

Bonus! They also eat it and cannibal besties always share.

+Bonus: Bucks shed their velvet right before rutting season, so take from thar what you will

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Non Hazbin Related Brainworm

Usually this blog is exclusively for Hellaverse stuff, but I wanted to share this thought I had re: Fiddleford McGucket, Bill Cipher, and Stanford Pines: Sabrina Carpenter's "Taste," except it's Bill singing to Fidds after Ford goes back to him!

WHY DOES THIS SONG FIT BILLFORD AND FIDDAUTHOR TENSION SO WELL? (Wish I could find a gif of Bill teasing Fidds to fit my premise better.)

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O.F.U.C, a WIP

Snippet of a fanfic I'm writing! Working title: The Overlord Fans United Collective. Basically, an AU where all the overlords have fan clubs. O.F.U.C was formed after The Great Shipping Wars of '08 as an attempt to broker peace between the fan clubs.

Minimal context you need to know what is going on in this scene: Elsie is a longhorn cow sinner demon who has only been dead for a month. Jay is a mockingbird sinner demon that Elsie was friends with in life. He died about 3 years ago, and has been showing her the ropes of Hell. As the story starts, they're walking around Pentagram City drinking boba tea. (The bobas scream when you bite into them, because Hell.) Lurker is... you will see. ***

“Been enjoying the local entertainment?” Jay chirped. “Oh, a couple weeks ago I started listening to this one guy with a radio show!” said Elsie. “He’s kind of cool, you know. He’s got that retro kind of charm to him! I think his name started with an A?” Nearby, a shadow stirred. A semi corporeal sinner materialized out of the darkness. His skin resembled a squelching patchwork of dark mold and mildew. It shone wetly in the red afternoon sun. His shifting frame wore a desaturated imitation of Alastor’s signature suit. It bulged in odd places as his body warped and shifted, struggling to mold itself to his clothing. He slunk over to the pair. Every wobbly step making a nauseating plop against the pavement. He propped up his fluctuating body with a replica of Alastor’s cane. As he same closer, they could see a worn red pin adorned with the silhouette of a deer on his breast pocket. Jay spit out his tea. “Sweet Lucifer!” he said between coughs. “You summoned him.” Elsie gulped. Her horrified gaze locked on the moldy monstrosity. “Who?” “Lurker… he’s the head of Alastor’s fan club.” “Alastor? So that was the radio demon’s name…” “Shit shit shit, he’s coming over!” Jay’s feathers fluffed in agitation. Elsie heard (and felt) heavy breathing in her ear as Lurker leaned in close. Every exhale from his lipless mouth was a wheeze that brought forth the scent of a musty crawlspace in an abandoned, rotting house. She dry heaved. Her cow like ear twitched as if trying to swat the demon away. “Don’t… move,” Jay whispered. “Don’t speak. You’ll only encourage him.” “You’re an Alastor fan?” the moldy sinner scoffed at Elsie.  His voice sounded as if it were bubbling up from the depths of a swamp. “Name 3 overlords he defeated!” “Why is he so moist?” Elsie mouthed to her friend. “Nobody knows,” Jay mouthed back. Lurker didn’t seem to notice. The puffy slime at the edges of his weeping eye sockets seemed to limit his vision. “I’m waiting,” he croaked. Elsie held her breath. After far too long, Lurker retreated. He rolled what passed for his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” He laughed, a wet, barking sound. “Posers…” he muttered as he disappeared back into the shadows.

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Y'all, I was not expecting my original post of this art to get much traffic! Please direct some of that traffic towards Ash as well.

Since this artwork didn't get it's own post from me, I wanted to drop that up here. This was a LucexAdam fanship commission that I drew for @magshazasideblog featuring Lucifer essentially topping Adam, from Hazbin Hotel. The commission was requested in my own version of the original artstyle from the show, and Mags was intent that they wanted Lucifer stepping on Adam with him being defeated and looking maybe a little into it. I think I pulled it off well. I'm super happy with how Lucifer turned out in this piece. Procreate, 12 hours, with a quick dip into Clip Studio Paint to change some layers into adjustment layers! The timelapse will be going live on my TikTok soon!

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I commissioned this lovely piece from @ashsomethingart and I LOVE how it turned out! EDIT: lol wow, I don't usually get this much interaction on my posts! All credit goes to Ash, please support and follow them! Their art has been a bright spot in a dark time for me.

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Technology Based Demons

I know Vox has gotten a shit ton of upgrades since he first manifested in Hell back in the 1950s, but I'm thinking he is the exception, not the rule. I imagine a lot of other technology based sinner demons either do not want or can not afford massive upgrades. Right now I'm working on an extremely self indulgent, OC heavy fic, and one of the characters is a sinner demon that ran a pirate radio station back in the 1980s. He peaked in the 80s, and also his greatest sin (not pirate radio related, btw) was committed in the 80s, so his look is extremely dated to that time period. His mouth looks like an old car radio dial, and his eyes resemble headlights. He has a tape deck as well elsewhere on his body, so he can record radio broadcasts. (One of his favorite pastimes in recording Alastor's!) He can hook himself into electronics, like Vox can, but he needs a shit ton of elaborate adapters he fashioned himself in order to do so. Overall, he's not a very powerful sinner. A lot of the parts he manifested in Hell with are clunky and outmoded now. He has to move his mouth dial to a particular station in order to speak. He can play music, and does gigs as a DJ by hooking himself up to sound systems, but he physically cannot play any songs released after his death in 1991. If he tries to, only static comes out. But yeah, most technology demons do not look nearly as sleek and stylish as Vox! If you don't get rich and powerful in Hell, being a technology based sinner is probably a liability rather than an asset. Blink and you're obsolete! I think Alastor is spared the worst of this because although he has radio features, he's really more deer based.

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If I'm ever so lucky as to have a child, this may end up being one of my go-to lullabies! That and the one from Frozen 2.

I love to imagine that the melody of More Than Anything is actually the melody of an old lullaby that Lucifer used to sing to Charlie when she was little

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I just saw Rapunzel get described as a badass nerd girl and I’ve never been more proud

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The Hellaverse is like "What if ancient Judeo-Christian lore, but everyone is a huge dork?" Oh, random headcanon I have: Gos is genderfluid. Their pronouns are He/She/They (capitalized, of course.)

I feel like God in hazbin hotel/helluva boss is a very silly guy like his son. I don’t really see him as a villain more like a misunderstood God. I saw a theory saying that the angels twisted Gods word and he was just too nice to say anything because that would be mean.

They banished his first son he didn’t say anything.

They twisted his word and made him a terrible person and he didn’t say anything.

He could even have some problems and not tell anyone because you know he’s God he can’t be like those sinners in hell.

Also side head cannon Lucifer is Gods bio son and I don’t mean like archangels I mean like how Jesus is Gods son. That just seems fitting to me idk

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Hellaverse Etiquette

Do you think it would be considered rude in the Hellaverse to ask a sinner demon how they died? It seems like it would be a pretty touchy topic for many sinners, and if their peers found out they died in a weird or silly way, they'd never hear the end of it. My guess is that a lot of people would play their cards close to their chest and keep many details of their life before Hell a secret.

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I had no idea he wouldn't have seen the end of prohibition!

One of my favorite parts of writing A Momentary Radiance is the historical fiction of it all. Particularly Alastor as a radio host. There are a few scenes scattered through the fic of him doing his job and it is all period accurate. The news, the products in the ad reads, the songs—it's all something that a person might really have heard on the radio in 1933. The ads are fun because I found archive audio from the mid-30s and Alastor's scripts are borrowing from real advertising copy.

It's just the joy of historical fiction. Doing the research. References to clothes, hair styles, household items, things like that. Did you know that Alastor would have never used a ballpoint pen? They didn't go into mass manufacture until the 1940s. But he would know how to type because typewriters were in common use. He likely also knows how to drive. A high percentage of people did by the early 30s, but without a license because Louisiana didn't issue those yet.

Cars in the 1930s also didn't have power steering, so you had to throw some strength behind the wheel to get the thing to turn. They didn't have turn signals or airbags, either. It may not come as a surprise that there were a lot of fatal vehicular accidents.

Alastor also just missed out on the end of Prohibition. That was December 5, 1933. Tough luck, man.

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YES, this is the kind of quality nerding out that I yearn for! Thank you!

Alastor - Historical Trivia And Headcanons

Alastor was a mixed-race Creole man living in New Orleans, and was in his 30's/40's when he died in 1933. We don't know much else about him, but historical context can provide us with possible additional details:

The population of New Orleans in 1930 was 458,762, more than it is now. 27.2% of the people were black, 3.1% were foreign-born, and roughly half of America's bipoc population was unemployed thanks to the Great Depression. New Orleans' original Francophonication was still strong, and it was common to run into locals who only spoke French dialects (Cajun French, Louisiana Creole). The city has had a huge Chinatown, a small Little Italy, and multiple other districts known for their immigrant African/colonized French cultures.

The Jim Crow laws were heavily enforced, as was the 'One Drop' rule. If Alastor was a mixed race black man, he would not have been able to attend a white school, use the same public transport, and would have shopped at black-local stores and restaurants under threat of violence. If he was mixed with any other race, some Jim Crow laws didn't apply, but state or city laws might specify differently.

Just because Alastor wears a suit, it doesn't mean he was rich in life. Radio personalities often didn't earn a fortune. Unless he owned his own broadcast, he was paid by a private company for long shifts of hosting music, news, and radio plays. In 1930, 40% of households owned at least one radio, which means that a popular radio host would have been easily recognized.

If he was in his late 30's in 1933, he might have fought in WW1, so long as he was over the age of 21. Some cities gave veterans small benefits, or encouraged the community to give them jobs. This often did not include veterans of color.

New Orleans was famous for being one of the least Christian cities in America, thanks to its unique immigrant and slave population. Haitian-based faiths and practices (such as voudo), indigenous cultures, Asian Buddhism, and atheism were common. But Christianity was still the official, law-enforced religion. Schooling involved reading the Bible, laws were sworn to Jesus, etc.

Alastor's outfit in Hazbin Hotel isn't very accurate to real-life American men's fashions of the time. Back then, deviating from the norm with the smallest detail would have stuck out like a sore thumb - like his white-lined lapels. Men always wore a hat. They were allowed to go without a waistcoat, but not a jacket. Belts were becoming more popular than suspenders. The silhouette was bulkier than the slimmer, Italian cuts of our modern times, especially the pants. Hair was kept short, and oiled down in a side part. Americans preferred the clean shaven look. Ties were essential unless you were a blue-collar laborer. Colors were almost universally muted neutral tones for everyday wear. The most colorful textiles for men were sporting outfits, like a tennis jacket.

If Alastor was a middle-class single man, he likely would have lived in an inner-city apartment, in an ethnic neighborhood. He probably didn't own a car, and took public transit like the streetcars. If he owned a house, it would likely have been an inheritance, and even the more opulent houses of the time would have looked small and plain to our eyes.

Because of the Great Depression, unmarried men were becoming the norm, rather than the exception. Men of the community who were sought after but remained single were suspect to gossip, but less ire than you might think; in the '30s, American queer culture was going through a very sharp revival, escaping the rigid Victorian era and before the puritan 40's/50's. But as a mixed-race man, it may have been illegal for a white woman to marry him, as the Jim Crow laws forbade the marriage of white people and Black/Asian people.

A middle class city household would have had electricity, gas heating, indoor plumbing, but may not have had running taps or a gas stove. Even with decent means, Alastor might have been using a potbelly woodburning stove, a dry sink/washbasin, wooden bathtub, and did his own laundry instead of sending it to the neighborhood laundresses. He may or may not have bothered with an icebox. Fresh groceries needed to be cooked and eaten soon, as things like pasteurized milk or store refrigeration wasn't a thing.

If he had enough money, then he almost certainly hired maids or other servants. Whether the maid came over just once a week, or did the shopping and laundry every other day, hired help was much more common back then, especially if he had no wife.

The most popular musicians in 1933 were Bing Crosby, George Olsen, and Leo Reisman. As you might have noticed, it was trendy for the lead singer to be backed by an orchestra, not a 'band' of just four other people like today. The most popular radio shows were Dick Tracy, Sherlock Holmes, and Doc Savage. They were recordings the radio station would buy and then broadcast, or sometimes the actors were live on the air. The radio host was usually not the journalist - the production team was responsible for writing his script.

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Alastor's Personal Hell

I think Alastor's personal Hell would be being forced to listen to a 2010s NYC hipster trust fund baby tell him how to make jambalaya, and that his mom was making it "wrong."

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This is brilliant! The composition, the little details... (chef's kiss!)

reflection

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