#Hazbin Vaggie

[misachan56]

Hazbin hotel / Fanart/ My redraw of this pic from the pilot!✨🖤

[mason010]

Morning everyone, please enjoy some fine chaggie this spicy day

Felt like drawing something spicy *finger guns* ewe

[peceraynadamas]

Come on, Vaggie. If you’re quick about it we can go out and eat limbel after.

[axel-ambassador]

The day Chaggie met

Charlie: Hehe hey so uh, you come here often?

Vaggie:

[batkingsalem]

Vaggie in workout clothes 🤤

[cielob03]

Art from February 2025. [Hazbin Hotel- Angel Vaggie- Fan Art].

It looks like Chaggie are going to have a fun night~ 🦋🔥 ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

[seaythor]

Not sure why I chose to connect Be More Chill to Hazbin Hotel but I did so enjoy lol

Inspired by "The Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into" from Be More Chill the musical. (Also if you don't know, Seviathan is Charlie's ex boyfriend from the pilot era).

[jowbokitten]

Camp Hazbin AU where they're all incapable of watching over children

this is all i got for now vbfihdv if yall want more feel free to pass some ideas

[roselemari]

Charlie: “I can’t believe you were an angel this whole time. You said you were a sinner”

Vaggie: “technically you assumed I was a sinner. I just never corrected you”

Charlie: “you lied to me!”

Vaggie: “No, I just withheld information!”

[blind-spots-images]

Chapter 31 drops in like 5 minutes so I can finally post this art that was finished in September 💀

[pannman]

Playing Mario Kart with the hazbin gang

Charlie: oooo this is fun!!!

Reader: I told you guys it would be

Husk: GIVE. ME. THE FUCKING BULLET!!!

Angel (in first): awww what's the matter Husky? Are you behind?

Vaggie: Angel stop leaving bananas on the zoom spots!!!

Angel: get good bitch!

Reader: Alastor you're going the wrong way again

Alastor (last): I told you I didn’t want to play and yet you roped me in anyway! Ooooo the bullet!

Husk: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?

Alastor zooms past Husk*

Alastor: enjoy the view of my dust old pal!

Husk (now last): THAT IS NOT FAIR!!!

Reader: I wonder why Nifftys been awfully quiet?

Angel: I don't give a flyin fuck cause I'm about to win

Finish line in sight... blue shell comes outta nowhere*

Angel: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Niffty passes him and wins while laughing maniacally*

Niffty: HAHAHAHAHA I AM THE QUEEN OF SPEED!!!!

Angel: 2nd

Reader: 3rd

Vaggie: 5th

Charlie: 7th

Alastor: 11th

Husk: 12th

Husk: I cannot believe Alastor beat me. He was going THE WRONG WAY!!!

Alastor: I know it's quite sad isn't it?

Lucifer: Hey are you guys playing a game?

Charlie: Hey dad I thought you were busy

Lucifer: I just got done... can I play?

Reader: all the controllers are taken right now

Husk: here you can take my place

Lucifer: aw thanks! Er... is he alright?

Alastor: don't mind him he's just a sore loser... which will be YOU next!

[aura28a24]

Vaggie do Lo-oo-oo-ve

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

GUYS- it got better.

Beautiful piece of writing, very enjoyable read. I also like that there is no mention of Nifty going hungry at all.

Alastor was probably feeding her the entire time. After all- she can appreciate the tragedy of improperly washed cookware.

The delightful little darling - she had even offered to stab the “royal bad-boy” with the ruined knives! An insult had been made, and she would defend her “Roach King’s” honor. How dare Charlie’s father use her scrub brush tocommit such a heinous act?

She’d find a way to avenge them both… after she finished the lunch Al made her.

You recently posted asking for Alastor-centered story request. I had a dumb one.

But I would love for Alastor and Lucifer to get fight because Lucifer carelessly put Alastor’s good knives and cast iron into the dishwasher. (A crime!)

It doesn’t matter if they are enemies or lovers. I just wanna see Al freak out because someone ruined the seasoning on his skillets.

I tried to make it sarcastic and sour. 😂

It didn't come out too well, haha!

Alastor had been in a good mood. Had been.

He had been whistling, for Hell’s sake.

Then he walked into the kitchen and saw it.

His skillet.

His beautiful, seasoned to perfection, beloved cast iron… sitting in the dishwasher.

Alastor’s eye twitched. The room went silent, save for the rising static in the air. His hands clenched at his sides as if he were actively stopping himself from committing the first ever kitchen-based homicide in Hell.

Lucifer, lounging at the counter with a wine glass and the smug air of someone who had never worked for a single thing in his long, immortal life, barely glanced up.

“Oh, you’re back,” he said lazily. “I took the liberty of cleaning up your mess.”

Alastor did not immediately respond. He was too busy grieving. He reached out, trembling, and plucked the skillet from the dishwasher. It was—horrors of horrors—gray. Lifeless. It looked like it had never seen a single properly seared steak in its miserable, water-logged existence.

His fingers twitched violently. “Lucifer.”

“Hm?”

“Did you… wash my cast iron skillet?”

Lucifer smirked, swirling his wine.

“I cleaned it. You should be thanking me.”

Alastor let out a sharp, strangled laugh. The sound was wrong. It was the sound of a man unraveling at the seams.

“Cleaned it, you say,” he murmured. “Cleaned it.”

His gaze flickered downward—and oh no, oh no no no.

His knives. His good knives.

Sitting in the utensil rack of the dishwasher like common peasant cutlery.

Alastor’s breath hitched. He grabbed one, turning it over with trembling hands. The blade was ruined—dulled, scratched, abused in ways that not even the depths of Hell could justify.

Lucifer, oblivious or perhaps just cruel, yawned. “What? It’s just a pan.”

That did it.

Alastor let out an inhuman screech. A real, full-body, full-volume, someone-is-going-to-die-today screech.

“JUST A PAN? JUST A PAN?!”, his voice rattled the walls, cracked the tiles, and probably sent lesser demons into cardiac arrest across the building.

“DO YOU THINK THE MONA LISA IS JUST A PAINTING? DO YOU THINK OPERA IS JUST NOISE? DO YOU THINK—", he gasped theatrically, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “DO YOU THINK RADIO IS JUST STATIC?!”

Lucifer stared at him, unimpressed.

“I think you need a nap.”

Alastor seethed. The lightbulbs flickered ominously. He wanted to murder Lucifer. He needed to. But even he knew the politics of killing the literal King of Hell were… dicey.

So he did the next best thing.

With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer was gone.

Specifically, he was now outside the penthouse, standing in the middle of a Hellstorm, where fire rained down like particularly aggressive confetti.

Alastor dusted his hands off and muttered, “Crime and punishment,” before turning back to mourn his skillet.

From outside, muffled through the walls, Lucifer’s voice carried:

“I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR NEXT MEAL, YOU OVERGROWN GRAMOPHONE.”

Alastor sniffed. “Not likely,” he muttered. “I’ll be cooking it on your corpse.”

And with that, he set off to completely ruin Lucifer’s wine collection.

Hell hath no fury like a chef properly wronged.

[yoko-art]

🌈Chaggie🎀

[greykolla-art]

Oh boy this has been one of those days where I just draw all day and forget to eat.😂

Enjoy my brain rot doodles while I go fix that!

[barkeroodle]

Happy birthday to everyone’s favourite spider!

(for clarification, he thanked Charlie afterwards for whatever she gave him)