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VAGGIE WAS NAMED AFTER A FUCKING VAGINA
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okay, uh, hi?
Matchmaker, maybe? (Hazbin Hotel/Harry Potter (Specifically the Marauder's Era if you're familiar, but if not Golden Trio era works too!)/DC/Scream) (If that's too many feel free to do the easiest ones for you!
American, unfortunately, She/They and mostly fem presenting, 17, though I've been told I look older? Um brown wolf-cut hair, blue eyes, glasses, pale as HELL, like I reflect light, on the shorter side, but close enough to average height.
Personality wise? I'd say I'm pretty nice? I mean I say things without thinking sometimes, but yk. At the same time though, I'm a total bitch, if that makes sense? It's more of I'm nice/lovingly mean to the people I like, and very awkward and a little stand-offish to people I don't. I have some pretty severe mood swings, and a fairly fluctual social battery.
Physical touch>>>
I've been peer reviewed with ADHD, and am currently on the waiting list to get officially tested.
I tend to either be the mom friend, or the chaotic friend, and can flip a switch and change on a dime.
I enjoy reading, art, theatre, witchcraft, hanging out with my friends, animals, pretty things, and road trips.
sorry this is so long-
( @silly-thoughts-heehee )
(Hiiii I’m going to limit you to just two Fandoms because it’s a heavy workload because I’ve been getting lots of these requests and if you want another fandom, then I recommend sending in another ask and then you won’t be prioritized as much because you already made but I will still get to it if that’s what you want 😊😊😊😊😊😊)
Your Fandom Match(es): Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) Remus Lupin (Harry Potter, aka Moony) 
Explanation: starting off with your looks, I think she would find you very attractive and she would love your wolf cut and find your eyes to be absolutely pretty and think that your glasses are extremely cute. I think she actually really likes pale people. I don’t know why I think she really likes that pasty white vibe. I don’t know I mean, she just she just it’s just her tight man something about something about y’all’s vampire skin just makes her crazy. I think you guys would also be great together because she appreciates how kind you are to everyone and admires in the way and kind of wishes she could be more like you, but she also knows that you know how to stand up for yourself, and you can be kind of standoffish, sometimes which chief quite frankly kind of admires and she wishes she could have more of a healthy balance of being kind yet knowing whenever to, stand up for yourself as you instead of just being grumpy and all the time and I feel like you guys could help each other improve she could help you you know less standoffish and you could help her be a little more kind. She also really loves physical touch too as long as you guys are in private. I don’t think she’s a fan of PDA but she’s an absolute snuggle bug. If you get her alone like she she would love cuddling with you. She just loves physical touch. As for you being the mom friend I feel like she’s also kind of the mom friend so if you switch to chaos, she would absolutely take care of you and pull you away from danger and I just think you guys relationship is totally funny and iconic. She would also love going on road trips with you and I feel like she’s also a huge fan of reading but only if it’s about thing she’s interested in, but I feel like she would start a little mini book club for just the two of you where you guys would pick out the same book and then talk about it with each other and it would be just a cute little thing you guys do. She’s not graded art, but I feel like she would try to understand it and ask lots of questions while you’re doing it and if you did theater, she would come to all your shows and be really proud of you and always say how great you are afterwards and definitely make sure to buy roses every single time. Oh, and witchcraft? She finds it extremely hot. She’s literally that one meme of doing whatever my heart witch girlfriend wants because that is what she is. For ADHD She is super supportive and totally gets it whenever you get overstimulated or things like that. She would find it very attractive anyway I ship you 💚💚
Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he would find your wolf haircut to be very cool and I think that he thinks you can pull it off which most people can’t he would love your eyes and probably write the most poetic shit about them behind your back and then never tell you about it like he would write such cheesy poetry about him of the ocean and then stored away and never stumble across it because he’s so embarrassed about it afterwards. He also had glasses for a short period of time so he thinks that they’re really cute on you and looks really bad on him. I think he would be scared to come up to you. I would have to push him towards you because I don’t think he’s that confident with his crushes especially if there is cute as you are and he just gets so flustered every single time he thinks about you, he can’t even imagine like going up to you so yeah James has to literally set you guys up practically.  He loves your kind, personality and how you’re pretty nice to everyone, but you have your own little kind of teasing, making fun of jokes for people that you really like and I feel like he would absolutely love teasing you and kind of having that dynamic with you where you’re able to say joking things to each other it’s teasing is your guys love and I feel like you guys would be roasting each other and then someone walks by and like aren’t they supposed to be dating and then people are like yeah they are and that’s how they just like talk to each other and I think it would be hilarious. I feel like your guys dynamic would be super funny because he’s definitely a Mom friend and he would never be a chaotic friend so you guys would either be responsible together or he’d be dragging you away from like whatever stupid decision you’re about to make, but I think that it’s kind of comical. He’s also all about physical touch and I feel like he also loves reading so he would totally read books with you and discuss them and all the theories around them with with you because he’s an intelligent guy and he would totally love to break down novels with you and get your opinion on them. He would also come to all of your shows and be extremely supportive if you wanted to be an actor as a career or even if you just did it for fun, he would always be complementing you and how good you were. 💚💚
#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers#mauraders#Remus lupin#young remus lupin#Hazbin hotel#Vaggie#Vaggie hh#vaggie hazbin hotel#Hazbin hotel baggie
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Vaggie really pulled a bad bitch by having her eye gorged out and wings clipped
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Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust in a pumpkin patch. Sold as a print via Shark Robot October 20, 2017 and retired on June 19, 2019.
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Hazbin Hotel + Textpost
#hazbin hotel#textpost#meme#vivziepop#vivienne medrano#charlie moringstar#lucifer morningstar#alastor#the radio demon#baggie#niffty#the vees#velvette#vox#angel dust#husk#rosie#hhgifs#hazbin gifs
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small collection of scenes where adam has Roundness and i cant breathe
#AND ROLLS HE GOT LIL BELLY ROLLS IN THE LAST FEW#belly kink#ffa#ffa bhm#weight gain#i NEEEEEEED him with way less baggy clothes on *pls* s2 give us a tshirt and jeans#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#the tentacle squeeze will aaaaalways get me#plssssss s2 you have so much potential for this guy's body shape pls dont FUCK IT UP#EVERYONE ELSE IS SO TWIGGY PLS#like HUSKer is twinky cmon yo#lewdsy babbles#sorry if this gets attention in main tag i Really dont care to censor anymore#well hopefully i awaken some of you instead of traumatize MSMDKSKS
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Ok, I’m not trying to nitpick and I’m not even trying to be critical here—I feel like my eyes are maybe playing a trick on me and just want a second opinion—
Is it just me or are Charlie and Vaggie’s outlines/lining weighted differently??? V seems to have a really light/thin outline and Charlie’s looks a lot thicker to me?
I’m really not trying to be mean or overly critical-I genuinely cannot tell what’s going on with their lining and why they look so different to me—does anyone else see what I mean or is it like? An optical illusion based on the shading or something? I don’t know.
#funhouse convo#media critique#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel critique#art design#the library on both of them looks fine but it just seems like Charlie has a lot heavier lining and baggies is really light
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2/8 How you met Vaggie 🎀
I made a quiz on Qouetv about who would take you under their wing in hazbin hotel!
If you want to see who you got check it out here!
Alongside each character I wrote a mini fic explaining how you met! So here's Vaggie’s!! Btw these can be seen as romantic or platonic whatever fits more!
Fic below ⬇️
🎀 Reposts & Notes are appreciated!
You punch the wall in frustration, the feeling of blood dripping down your hands or claws doesn't compare to the frustration you feel with yourself right now. You hate that you're not in control of the situation right now. What else can you do? Where can you go?
"You, uh...you good?"
You hear someone ask a few feet away. You turn your head to see a long white-haired girl.
"Does it look like I'm fuckin okay?"
You instantly felt guilty after saying that, your frustration got the better of you.
"Well shit, I was just askin-"
"No, no. Sorry, I was just frustrated is all."
She looks conflicted for a minute before pressing forward.
"M..mind me asking what happened?
You pause before shrugging a shoulder.
"I just got down here and I have nowhere to go. I don't exactly know what to do either. It's all kinda shit right now."
The girl's eyes...well eyes analyze you for a moment before she sighs and outstratches her hand.
"You should uh, come with me. My girlfriend owns this hotel, a place to rehabilitate demons to go to heaven. The housing is free an' all if that's all you really care about."
You squint at her, "And you're just gonna invite me like that? No other questions?"
She pushes her hand towards you again.
"Yeah well, Charlie would want to help anyone despite the situation. And you don't seem too dangerous. No offense..."
You smile in amusement before taking her hand, to help you off the wall.
"None taken."
I'm sorry if anything seems 0OC, I haven't written Vaggie before, but I hope you enjoyed!
#hazbin vaggie#hazbin hotel#hazbin vagatha#hazbin fandom#hazbin writing#hazbin fanfic#hazbin fanfiction#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin Vaggie fanfiction#hazbin hotel baggie fanfiction#hazbin hotel vagatha fanfiction#hazbin hotel vaggie fanfic#hazbin hotel quiz
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In the time of Eden
Fanfic Comic Hazbin Hotel
Part 19
I understand why so many people theorize that God won't exist in Hazbin Hotel haha it's difficult to work with a powerful character. He just didn't erase the four of them from existence because I didn't want to hahaha
I love the theory that Adam didn't eat the apple, but I also really like the theory that he's ashamed of his body -that's why he wears a mask and baggy clothes in HH-, so I wanted to kind of leave both... him wouldn't necessarily need to eat the apple to be ashamed of your body -here he almost ate it-.
I already want to apologize after a few sentences! I reread it now and I saw that I "ate" some words (it always happens when I edit speech bubbles, the size decreases and words or letters disappear), but I hope you can understand! This happened almost every part ahhh what the hell!!
FINAL
#in the time of eden#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin#hazbin hotel fanart#artists on tumblr#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel adam#lucifer x adam#eve x adam#lucifer x lilith#lilith x lucifer#lucilith#adamapple#adam and eve#comic#comic hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel comic#hazbin hotel art#helluva boss#web comic
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Happy Easter: Dysfuctional Family
Charlie: (blowing a kazoo through the hotel while wearing white bunny ears and tail, carrying an Easter basket, and throwing bright colored and decorated eggs everywhere)
HAPPY EASTER, EVERYONE!!!
Hazbins: (groan collectively)
Vaggie: (slightly distracted by the tail) Hun, love the enthusiasm, but do you even know the purpose of Easter Sunday is?
Charlie: (cracks open a Cadbury egg and siphons out the innards with her tongue) Isn't it just an excuse to binge on chocolate and snuggle fluffy little bunnies and ducklings?
Angel: (clutches his pearls in ex-Catholic Italian horror) Mama Mia!
Lucifer: *Squeeeeee!* I'll be right back!
Vaggie: I guess that's a more corporate way to put it.
Angel: That's IT!!! I'm making my Mama's Italian Easter Bread! Charlie, you need to be schooled on Easter!
Alastor: Hmmm... I suppose if we're doing a full celebration, I can do a little something to liven things up. (Snaps his fingers, and everyone's clothes are transformed into various colored Bunny footie pajamas)
Charlie: (wearing hot pink bunny jammies and twirls) Oooooh! These are so cuuuute!
Vaggie: (in pastel lavender pajamas and snarling) Cabron!
Angel: (sneaky smirk as he wears a pastel pink and white two-piece pajama suit) Oh, Smiiiiiiles?
Alastor: (simply wearing red bunny ears) No.
Angel: C'mon! Hear me out! (Whispers in Alastor's ear)
Alastor: Hmmmmm.... I'll allow it! (Snaps his fingers again)
Vaggie: (baggy bunny jammies suddenly transform into a black and velvet purple, Las Vegas Showgirl bunny suit with white tail and ears, fishnets, and heels with purple wrist cuffs)
Angel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOOKING GOOD, VAGS!!!!
Vaggie: (growls and tries to cover herself) FUCKING-A, ANGEL!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM?!?!?!
Angel: Does it matter? I don't have a soul to sell. (Sees Charlie) Ha! Might wanna focus on your girlfriend, Toots.
Vaggie: What? (Looks at Charlie)
Charlie: (blushing, heart eyes, panting like a puppy, and her pajamas turned into a similar Showgirl suit but red with fox ears and tail)
Vaggie: Ch-Charlie? Charlie! No. No! Charlotte Morningstar, we are in front of guests! Shit! (Runs down the hallway)
Charlie: (hearts explode around her head) Hippity-Hoppity, that ass is my property! (Gives chase)
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Vaggie: (rounds back around the corner while carrying Charlie bridal style) Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Lucifer: (rides in on a tidal wave of fluff infused rubber duckies while wearing yellow ducky footie pajamas with orange webbed feet) RELEASE THE QUACKEN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Alastor: (sighs in aroace exhaustion as a random rubber duck bounces off his head)
Angel: (slowly calming down as he wipes a tear from his eye) It's just like home~
#happy easter#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes#dysfunctional family#big brother angel#moderator middle child vaggie#youngest sibling charlie#uncle alastor#bunny suit#vaggie#angel#charlie#lucifer#alastor#release the quacken#thirsty charlie#semi feral charlie#bunny suit vaggie#fox suit charlie
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heyy! I’d love to request something for Hazbin Hotel if there’s still space in your inbox! I would like a ficlet of Angel Dust x gn! reader in which he comes back to the hotel after an awful day with Val and just breaks down when he sees them. Then reader can take care of him, give him a hug and prepare a warm bath and comfy clothes for him because he must feel uncomfortable wearing his “work clothes” after such a bad day… I just want to hold him and wipe his smudged makeup off and tell him that everything will be okay 🫂🫂
obv feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you!
Hey there! This is...kinda long, hope that's okay!! (1k words or so) Also had a mildly irritating day today so writing this was therapeutic, even though I started this yesterday. Anyhow, hope you enjoy :3
Angel x Gn!Reader - Solace
First came the thunder, then the blaring sound of a car door being slammed close. It was a particularly gloomy evening in Hell, heavy drops of rain battered against the walls of the Hazbin Hotel, which seemed uncharacteristically quiet besides the occasional cheery tune sang by Niffty, who was still dealing with cleaning.
Your head shot up at the sound of the tires of the limousine screeching outside, and you quickly threw your phone aside as you guessed you would be dealing with more important matters tonight, seeing as your boyfriend Angel had returned later than usual.
That was never a good sign.
Picking up a random umbrella from the stand placed near the entrance of the Hotel, you swiftly opened the door after pressing the button on the little remote designed to unlock the gate outside.
The air was frigid, yet you still made your way towards Angel, who seemed to be trudging himself more than walking. As you shielded him from the rain, his baggy eyes met yours, and he immediately threw himself in your arms, wetting your clothes with the rain water he was soaked in.
“Shit, they didn’t even give you an umbrella?” you hissed, walking him inside; “What happened today Angel?”
You didn’t think he could’ve furrowed his eyebrows more. Tears prickled his eyes as he answered you;
“Let’s not...talk about it.”
The lack of pet names in his sentence and wiliness in his voice concerned you greatly. Even Husk refrained from offering him a drink, focusing on the glass he was rinsing instead.
Angel didn’t even bother saying hello to the rest of the residents of the Hotel, opting to stay by your side as you led him to his room. Once you finally closed the door and you could have a moment of privacy, he let a sob escape his mouth, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his figure.
Despite being taller than you he still hid his head in the crook of your neck, holding onto you for dear life as you gently drew circles on his back with one hand and massaged his scalp with the other. You could feel that his hair was a mess, wet and tangled, yet you still placed kisses on the top of his head and whispered sweet nothings in the hope that he’d calm down.
He tried letting himself fall onto his bed, but you steadied him;
“Baby,” you murmured, “you’re soaked. How about a bath first, hm?”
His clothes were also not the most appropriate for cuddling and resting, you noticed.
He gave you a weak nod and reluctantly separated his body from yours, letting you hold his hand and walk with him to his private bathroom.
You had done this before; your hand reached for the soft pink chair he had placed behind the door and dragged it near his bathtub, then for the various products Angel usually used when he took a bath or a shower. Shampoo and conditioner for his hair, his comb, body wash, his sponge and finally his fancy bathrobe. You neatly placed everything within arm’s reach and turned on the faucet, turning your gaze back to Angel.
“I think it’s only fair if I take care of you tonight. If you’re okay with it, of course?” you asked him with a soft smile. He returned it.
“Of course. It’s just...”
You didn’t fully get it at first, but then he gestured to his body with one set of his arms, holding himself with the other, and you finally got what he was trying to tell you.
“I told you so many times love. I’m not disgusted by you, I’m disgusted by...what he does to you.” Your mind dared wandering to Valentino, and you asked yourself what he could’ve done to your partner that night. You decided not to dwell on it for the time being.
Angel let out a sigh, starting to undress. You had seen each other’s bodies many times before, but you still turned around out of respect and focused on your nails until he was done and inside the bathtub, which had been filled with warm water in the meantime.
Your gaze fell on a little box placed on the edge of the tub; opening it, you fished out a spider web shaped bath bomb; in the corner of your eye you could see Angel’s expression brightening a little, and a smile naturally grew on your face.
“I think you deserve some fun.” You stated, plopping it into the water, which immediately started fizzing around it.
Angel relaxed, leaning his back against the wall behind him, and slid slightly deeper into the water as you sat down on the chair you had dragged nearby earlier. Silence temporarily filled the bathroom as you both observed the bath bomb shrink, tinting the water a bright pink with sparkles.
Soon afterwards you found yourself going through your usual bad day’s routine with Angel; gently wiping off the smeared makeup on his face, massaging the shampoo on his scalp – you were the only one allowed to touch his hair like this – and talking about your own day to him as he washed his body to distract him from the bad thoughts he got just from the sight of the rope burns on his wrists. You had to bite back a vexed insult directed at Valentino when your eyes fell on those.
You decided to prepare some comfortable clothes for him as he dried his hair; settling on a cute but comfortable pink sweatshirt and shorts of the same color, you neatly folded them on his bed and sat beside them, noticing that someone had dropped your phone off while you were busy bathing with Angel. Most likely Husk, you thought; you mindlessly scrolled on your socials until you heard the bathroom’s door open.
Angel emerged from it, fluffy hair held back from his forehead by a headband and his body kept warm by his bathrobe.
“Oh, you’re done. Here’s your clothes sweetheart,” you handed them to him, and he thanked you with a kiss. Your attention returned on your phone for a short while as he was dressing himself up.
You heard him sigh at some point though; you curiously looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, worried.
“Would it be too much sugar...to ask for cuddles tonight?” he asked with an uncharacteristically shy smile.
Throwing your phone aside you shook your head, and opened your arms as an invitation. He swiftly took it and climbed into bed, positioning himself in your lap. Your arms draped across the small of his back and he breathed out contently, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.
You both listened to the rain outside incessantly falling down, and you softly leaned backwards until your back touched the mattress. As Angel’s breaths steadied and he began quietly snoring you looked down at him, your heart filled with warmth.
I’ve got you now, you thought, breathing in his scent; he can’t hurt you as long as you’re with me.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#x reader#angel dust x reader#angel dust#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel angel dust
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Main Hazbin Hotel cast x fallen angel reader who wants to cut off their wings (drabble - hc format)
Req by: @lightmoon99
A/N: I fucking love fallen angel angst type content, it's my bread and butter. I hope I was able to do it some justice <3
Cw: SFW, decapitation, a bit angsty, platonic, cannibalism, Gn!Reader
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When you had fallen from heaven to hell, your hate for your more angelic attributes that had already existed before the fall only deepened.
You hated the sensation of the weight that signified your wings were, in fact, still there even when your halo had been taken when the exterminators had left you to die here.
You hated that you had to feel the pain of your attempt to hide them under cloaks and baggy clothes with ropes pinning them to your back.
When you came to the hazbin hotel, you were open from the get-go with Charlie, hoping she would sympathise being the daughter of a fallen angel herself.
It of course didn't take long for others in the hotel to find out you are a fallen angel, however it did take longer for them to find out simultaneously during a group exercise that you wanted to discard any and all heavenly reminders of what you used to be.
Charlie
- She's horrified when you bring out your wings in a flourish and say such a thing while gesturing to them.
- It's not too surprising considering you hide them practically all the time, but it still fills her with a sense of grief for you to think such a thing.
- She immediately tries to shut it down, telling you that you shouldn't hurt yourself and should be proud you have such gorgeous wings!
- Would apologise and go silent when she realises how badly she's messed up in saying that seeing your expression.
- Only continues speaking to dissuade some of the poor ideas coming from others in the group.
- She'd probably try to think up ways to make it up to you after the meeting.
- Probably tries to suggest doing some trauma work type things? She doesn't know a lot about that kind of thing, but she could get some books on it to try!
- Actually ends up learning a bit about trauma treatment stuff outside of the awful pop culture live love laugh stuff she's on about most of the time.
- Ends up helping out with you coping a bit better in the end due to that.
- Keeps trying but fails to do anything to dissuade certain members of the hotel to stop encouraging you to remove your wings, however.
Vaggie
- She's stung as a wingless fallen angel herself that you'd want to do such a thing.
- But she also understands all the same why you'd feel that way.
- Would respond in a way that's understanding, but ultimately awkward and clunky due to how she is normally.
- Made worse due to her own angst about it.
- Afterwards, she would probably try to have a private chat to you about it since it's clear you're struggling and logically she's gonna probably be the one most understanding.
- May even reveal she's a fallen too if you're close to try and give you a feeling of comradery in a pretty bleak way.
- She's got basically the opposite of what you've got, but it'd still be bonding and mutual support.
- Would be emotionally supporting you and encouraging you to try work through the trauma rather than harming / cutting off your wings.
- What the hotel doesn't have is a doctor, so you'd be screwed if you decapitated a part of yourself.
- She doesn't want you to feel inclined towards taking up certain members' offers either.
- She knows that the others are not going to stop with their bullshit so she actively tries to educate you on what they are up to really and all the risks that come with.
Angel
- When he first hears it, he cringes very noticeably despite his usual persona.
- The definition of 'that's rough, buddy.'
- He feels terrible for you that you'd feel such a way, but he also has absolutely no clue how to express it at all.
- Probably would be the type to try distract you from the bad by having fun, so he'd be trying to get you to hang out with him and either go to parties or go on various shenanigans.
- He's not good at emotionally comforting people at all, so he's awkward as hell and at loss when it gets particularly bad for you.
- But he's always there to try do activities with you to take your mind off of it.
- And he also needs it as well honestly. It's nice having someone who's also feeling shitty so you can mutually drag each other out to do things rather than wallowing in bs and feeling worse and worse.
- Probably calls out Cherry as well because she's always good at cheering him up.
- He knows quite a few people from a lot of different walks of life, so chances are he could get you in contact with someone who'd be able to perform removal surgery if after everything you still want it done.
- No strings attached as well with his assistance, unlike Alastor.
Husk
- He'd not really react at all initially outside of maybe raising his brows at your comment.
- Obviously, it's bad, but he just prefers to play his cards to his chest with how he truly feels about things.
- Would be actively being bitter as fuck at most of the other residents suggesting stupid shit though in a way that's honestly protective.
- Basically shuts all of them down one by one, calling them out on their crap.
- When Alastor points out how he 'seems to care awfully much about you' Husk scoffs and tells him to fuck off.
- Shuts up for the rest of the group part of the interaction.
- Afterwards though, he'd have a private conversation with you and actually gives you some good advice.
- Tells you that you should do whatever the hell you want but also to not let the opinions and thoughts others dictate that.
- If you want to do that, it's really your decision, and nobody has any right to try to tell you what you should do with your own wings.
- Doesn't really share his own opinion on what he thinks you should do because it's asinine and would be hypocritical to what he's encouraging.
- Just encourages you to think for yourself rather than just going with what the idiots and asshole are trying to fill your head with.
- And if you do decide to get them removed? Make sure to be safe with it.
Sir Pentious
- He very obviously feels bad for you. He shows it all over his face but also has no clue how to express it properly.
- So, naturally, he automatically goes to propose a practical solution to the problem.
- "I can do that for you, my fallen friend! I have experience with my creations, so I should be able to attemp-"
- He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's very rudely interrupted by Husk and told to fuck off with that shitty idea.
- Visibly deflates when he's told he's not a doctor and is just some inventor wannabe.
- He'd shut up for the rest of the meeting, moping and glaring between Husk and Alastor.
- But afterwards, he's approaching you saying he would try his best to do it if you asked.
- Would go and start researching how to do the procedure and starts meticulously learning about how to properly do it.
- Whether you decide on him doing the procedure or not, he wants to be ready just in case.
- He has no idea how to emotionally provide for you properly in this situation, so he's doing what he does best and is working practically. He's all open to any way he can be of assistance, however.
- Absolutely asked his eggs for advice on what to do and got nowhere.
Alastor
- Person number 2 who receives a resounding 'shut up' message via Husk.
- His eyes absolutely light up when you say you want to remove your wings, grin widening as he takes on a sweet tone that does not match his intentions at all.
- "Well, that could certainly be arranged, darling."
- Asks if you'd like to make a deal for your wings in exchange for something you want from him. He'd take you to someone skilled enough to do the operation.
- He wants a meal that is heavenly in a completely different kinda way.
- It's not every day you get to eat angel wings. And it wasn't like you wanted them, and he sure did.
- Even if you're friends, he wants to win the rare delicacy competition he has going with Rosie. If he bought some skilfully cooked dish with your wings in it, he'd win without a shadow of a doubt.
- It's not like he'd be lying about getting them removed, either. Just his intentions for volunteering to do so.
- Shuts up about it after the first mention of it and being called out by Husk, going on about something different after.
- But he's already plotting out what he can do to get what he wants.
- Would actively be sabotaging Pentious the whole time he's studying how to do the procedure as well. Those wings are going to be his, and he will not be the second choice when you (in his mind at least) inevitably come to him for assistance.
- He won't actively make your misery worse, but he will act as a passive influence urging you towards his goal.
Niffty
- Would also say she can remove your wings.
- But, would then proceed to try and do just that without even allowing you to process what she's said.
- Gets caught thrashing around like a madwoman in mid-air by Vaggie who saw it coming from a mile away.
- Wants to get your wings taxidermied and framed because she thinks they would make an excellent decorative piece in the hotel.
- Would then need to be kept in sight at all times away from you as she would be repeatedly trying again and again to destroy the cloaks you wear to hide your wings to get to them.
- Already had been collecting your feathers for several months and had already sorted those into a freaky art piece.
- So she's more than ready for a more substantial specimen.
- Was the one to actually expose you as being an angel in the first place - unintentionally by mentioning the giant feathers she'd found in your trash.
- Would probably be placated if you gave her more feather tbh. She thinks your wings and feathers are just wonderful.
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Meat Cute, Chapter 1
Chapter Links: Chapter 1 ->Next
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Rating: Mature (rating may change)
Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change
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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour! ---
“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”
–-- A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.
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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!
Arriving in Hell had been a difficult adjustment, but you figured that was likely by design and not some personal failing on your part. You'd stumbled out of the gates of Hell right into the aftermath of what you now know was an extermination; alone and terrified amidst the burning rubble and mutilated corpses that littered the ground.
You were lucky in a sense, even though it didn't feel like it at the time. Everyone is usually pretty busy in the days immediately following an invasion from Heaven, too occupied looting bodies for valuables and deleting the newly deceased from their phone's contact list to give much attention to a new arrival. The Gates of Hell were usually swarmed by traffickers looking for new merchandise and mid-level thugs looking to make an easy deal for a soul or two, so you were able to slip through the cracks and wander the outskirts of Pentagram city largely unnoticed while most of the sinners were either still in hiding or sleeping off their celebratory hangovers.
Initially, you stuck out like a sore thumb, clad in the baggy dress that you'd been buried in; a garment that had likely been looted from your Grandmother's closet based on the large shoulder pads and unflattering mauve color. You figured that your family had deemed all the dresses you actually owned and liked as too inappropriate for funeral garb, which aligned with how they usually regarded your fashion choices. The fabric was uncomfortable, starched stiff and itchy against your skin, so you didn't feel any guilt about using your newly discovered claws to shred a slit into the back of the skirt to make room for your long and incredibly poofy tail.
Upon further examination in the cracked glass of an abandoned store front, you discovered that you also now possessed a set of rounded black ears atop your head and large, dark smudges around your eyes that made it look like you'd slept with mascara on for a week straight.
The powers that be had, apparently, found it suitable for you to spend the rest of eternity living as a raccoon.
And while you greatly preferred your animal form to many of the other, more intimidating body shapes prowling the streets of Pentagram City, looking what most people would consider adorable wasn't necessarily a desired trait in Hell. Wide-eyed prey animals were quick to disappear, materializing weeks later on posters outside of strip clubs and porn theaters.
You'd darted from the predatory glances of other sinners, spending your first nights in Hell sleeping curled up behind back alley dumpsters; tearing through the freshest smelling trash bags for scraps of food with a voracity that surely made your Raccoon forefathers shed tears of pride.
Repeatedly choosing to wander down the least sinister looking streets had inevitably led you to the heart of Cannibal Town, an antiquated borough that looked like it had been lifted straight out of the background of a classic movie. Naively, you had assumed that the more polished appearance of buildings and fixtures meant that the area was safer than the dilapidated city center you had wandered in from. That notion had been quickly dispelled when you stumbled across a group of middle aged women sitting on a park bench, merrily chatting as they took turns ripping hunks of flesh from an obviously human leg with their sharpened teeth.
Thankfully, the abundance of readily available, post Extermination sinner flesh kept the cannibals well satiated and dissuaded them from making you the victim du jour. That, and the fact that more than one cannibal had gleefully admitted to you that they found raccoon meat too gamey for their liking.
You'd managed to secure a job fairly easily, with numerous businesses looking to fill vacancies from recent employee murders. In the end, you'd settled on working at a small butcher shop a couple blocks away from the main promenade. You'd been unwillingly charmed by the store's on the nose name, ‘Time to Kill’, and the fact that it supplemented your meager paycheck by providing you with a small room above the storefront to live in.
Hal, the owner of the store, was a heavy-set man with a bushy mustache that wouldn't look out of place attached to a broom handle. He'd been admittedly skeptical about your potential as a butcher when they had to tuck a bucket into the back room for you to throw up in after the first half-dozen times you'd hurled when breaking down your first carcass.
But you'd slowly grow accustomed to the grizzly task, focusing on the fact that you were cutting up meat and ignoring that it was likely human in origin. Hal was pleased by your hard-working nature, but mostly he was thrilled by the fact that you didn't help yourself to a five-finger discount like the rest of his employees did.
“Seriously,” Hal had said, his mustache twitching in displeasure . “They're eatin’ all the fingers!”
Day after day passed without much distinction, working from sunup ‘til sundown hacking up bodies for pennies on the dollar. It wasn't much of a living, but since technically you weren't even living at all, you did your best to be content with your lot in death.
After all, it was your discontent in life that had landed you here in the first place.
And if waking up in literal Hell wasn't a wake up call to turn over a new leaf you didn't know what was.
You were coming up on the first anniversary of your arrival in Hell and the citizens of the Pride Ring were all in a tizzy trying to stock up on supplies to last through the impending Extermination. Drug dealers were working double shifts to keep up with demand and the liquor stores had long since sold out of their top brands and had switched to selling bathtub gin to supply their customers with.
The line outside of Time to Kill was already wrapped around the block by the time you had flipped the deadbolts, barely managing to escape being crushed by the door as it crashed open; a densely packed group of cannibals rushing inside. You'd fled from the crowd into the back workroom, taking up your post at a carving station with a cleaver in hand, ready to do your part to supply the hungry masses.
The hours bled together as you skinned and chopped, filleted and ground; so focused on the tasks before you that you didn't realize your coworker had been calling your name until they slapped their hand firmly down onto your shoulder.
“You okay?” They asked, glancing at your dewy face with concern.
“Oh- yeah, I'm alright,” you assured them, placing your cleaver down across the cutting board and wiping your bloody hands on a nearby towel. “What's up?”
“It's your turn up front,” he said, gesturing towards the front of a store with his stubby thumb. “Ms. Rosie is here.”
“Ms. Rosie?”
“Yeah, she's the Overlord here in Cannibal Town,” your coworker explained, elbowing you out of the way to take your place at the cutting station. “Fresh Meat deals with the Overlords- shop rule.”
“Oh,” you murmured nervously, wandering over to the sink to wash your hands.
“Might want to hurry up, there!” one of the other workers called over her shoulder as she dropped a bunch of bone fragments into an awaiting bin. “Your chance of survival decreases every minute you keep an Overlord waiting!”
You slammed the handle of the faucet to the off position and quickly took off to the front counter, your coworkers laughing raucously at your expense while you frantically wiped your hands dry on your blood-spattered apron.
The politics of Hell were still largely unfamiliar to you. But even though you did your best to keep your head down and nose in your own business, you'd gleaned a little knowledge from snippets of overheard conversation in the butcher shop. You weren't entirely sure what Overlords did exactly, but you knew that in order to become one you had to be powerful.
So it was with great trepidation that you stepped into the front of the store, doing your best to hide how absolutely terrified you were, but knowing your stiff legged gait and tight smile likely gave you away.
The tall, elegant form of Ms. Rosie wasn't what you'd been expecting. While dressing up was the norm in Cannibal Town, Rosie took it to a new level; looking as though she never let a fabric less expensive than silk grace her form. But despite the absolutely enchanting picture her elegance painted, the aura of raw power she exuded prickled your skin and caused your tail to poof up in an instinctual, and utterly useless, bid for intimidation.
“Well, look at you!” Rosie drawled, her dark eyes widening in delighted surprise as you approached the counter. “It's been a while since we've gotten someone new in town. Where've you been hiding, sweetheart?”
“Uh- my room, mostly,” you manage to stammer out, nervously smoothing down your ruffled tail fur.
“That's a real shame, keeping a cute face like yours all cooped up!” Rosie cooed. “How long ya’ been living in my part of the city?”
“Nearly a year now, Ma'am.”
“A whole year?” Rosie gasped. “You weren't kidding ‘bout keeping to yourself, huh?”
Not really knowing what else to say, you opt to helplessly shrug before reaching for an order pad and pen.
“So, uh- what can I get for you today, Ms. Rosie?”
“What's still available?”
“I won't lie, it's pretty slim pickings right now. But I was just working on a pretty nice looking rack of ribs if you're interested.”
“Ribs it is then,” Rosie smiled, patiently waiting as you disappeared to the backroom and returned with multiple wrapped bundles of meat, all cinched together in a stack with fraying twine.
“Thank you, darling,” she said, passing the stack of meat to one of the well-dressed attendants waiting beside her. “Add it to my tab, will ya’?”
“Of course, Ma'am,” you agreed readily, sliding the sale record underneath the cash register tray for Hal to deal with later.
“Oh, and sweetheart?” Rosie called out, catching your attention, as you moved to assist the next customer in line. “If you make it through Extermination Day, make sure to swing by and visit me for tea sometime, will ya’? I'd really like the chance to get to know ya’ better.”
And despite every neuron of common sense and self-preservation screaming at you to decline the invitation, you gritted your teeth and quickly nodded your assent; swallowing thickly when Rosie bared her teeth in a delighted, feral smile.
You knew better to say ‘no’ to an Overlord.
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part one of several, my redesigns/outfit edits of the Hazbin Cast as they appear in my Fanfic: Pride, Envy, Wrath.
my design commentary under the break.
going from Left to Right.
Lute: Classic Angel Lute design as she appears at the start of the fic. fairly unchanged from her canon appearance (my style just has some more notable curves.) She's picked up a new silver arm as is a pretty common fandom prediction but in my tale, Lute takes up Adam's old guitar in place of her sword. Just felt right, even if i hate drawing that fucking thing.
Alternate Lute: spoilers I guess, but this will be the look Lute opts for much later into the Fic. You can guess at what went down to lose her wings and Halo... she will be working for the Hotel eventually, but it has no official uniform, so I think Lute would opt for something official looking but styled off Charlie's outfit and color scheme as its Charlie's Hotel. I will admit, Lute's new fit is heavily inspired by Helltaker outfits, particularly Justice and Malina. its just good fashion.
Vaggie: Vaggie's design is one that I think is honestly pretty good, she had a unique silhouette and a cute outfit. Mostly all I've gone is give the girl the curves she deserved, particularly in the hip department... and cute new boots :]
Charlie: I adore Charlie, her new design for the show was what sold me Hazbin Hotel as I thought her old pilot look was.. pretty not great. I really didn't want to make any drastic changes beyond some color changes (her old undershirt seemed to imply a white button up but red cuffs? the fuck girl.) a lot of people have really unique ideas when it comes to Charlie redesigns but they all lean towards making her more obviously inhuman... which she isn't human, but i feel that misses the mark. its personally been my opinion that Charlie's primary form is entirely by choice, she wants to look human to seem more appealing to the former humans around her.
Husk:... Husk, oh Husk. one of my favorite characters, one of my absolute least favorite designs. Fucking Hell. I will fight Vivziepop personally to get her to stop adding minature top hats and bowties to every other goddamn character. also, think about Husk without fur. man is going bare chested, wearing a child's top hat, a bowtie, baggy pants with suspenders and no goddamn shoes. I get pathetic drunk is the idea, but give the man an ounce of dignity. if we must keep the top hat, then make it big enough to be used as a magician's top hat and get his fucking hand in. Also, a shirt. was that so hard? I don't care if his fur has little dots that look like buttons.
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AAAAAAAAAAAH
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She's Yours Now (Pt. 2)
Platonic!Teen!Reader x Hazbin Crew
TW: Mentions of abuse, death, murder, Reader is lowkey kind of op lol, mentions of drugs
Charlie wasn't really sure who she'd expected to see when her father sent her straight into the heart of Pride. She just knew that Lucifer himself didn't believe that this new soul deserved to be damned to Hell for eternity. Or until the next extermination, if she was one of the unlucky casualties.
She tried not to think too hard about the fates of many of her people. She'd start seething soon enough, and then she'd be practically useless on their trip to find their newest arrival. Still, she couldn't help the sensation of her blood boiling when she pictured the masked angel exorcists.
"Char, breathe. You're crushing my hand."
She snapped out of it pretty quickly. "Sorry, Vaggie. I'm just... I'm thinking about the extermination. We don't have much time, and I mean, we have plenty of people who don't even deserve to be here, but they're going to die again. This new arrival is apparently the perfect example. My dad doesn't even think she should be here."
Charlie personally didn't believe any sinner deserved the punishment that Heaven had dealt them. The whole point of her hotel was to make the people of Hell see the light and bring them to their utopia. It hurt to know that even if every other soul in Hell left, she'd never be able to, but she also knew that her life's mission was to help others.
She took a deep breath, the sulfuric smell and red haze of Hell reminding her that she couldn't just wallow, and she definitely couldn't rage. She, Angel Dust, and Vaggie had been walking for what felt like hours. They'd passed plenty of bloodied up sinners, a few shaking each other down for some baggies of white powder, but still didn't notice anyone out of the ordinary.
That was until they heard a crashing sound in the alley to their right. Vaggie readied her spear, leading the way quietly down the alley. They heard another rustling sound and Vaggie quickly pointed her spear at the source of the sound.
Charlie put her hand out in front of Vaggie to lower her spear, taking in the girl before them. She was small, definitely younger, and terrified. She had doe-like features, like fluffy ears, a snout, white freckles, and big eyes. Her hair was dark and curly, and she had curtain like bangs. She definitely didn't look like she belonged there. They found their new arrival. She sniffed once, eyes wide as she stared at them.
"Please. Don't hurt me." The young doe was practically whispering.
"Oh! We're not going to hurt you! We're here to help." Charlie crouched down, offering the girl a warm smile. "I'm Charlie Morningstar. I run the Happy Hotel here. Our mission is to redeem as many sinners as possible so that they may make it to Heaven someday."
The girl looked at the ground in front of her, thinking to herself for a moment. "So... this really is Hell, huh?"
Charlie nodded once, trying to maintain her composure. She really just wanted to hug the young doe, but she knew that that was probably the one thing the girl wanted the least.
"I know why I'm here. I know I did a bad thing. I just didn't realize the one bad thing could outway so much good. Especially since I did a bad thing for a good reason. I was trying to make sure nothing happened to anyone else, the way it happened to me." She put her head in her hands, laughing once, but it wasn't a happy laugh. She was in shock.
Charlie reached out a hand, trying to comfort the girl, but it was almost like she sensed the movement in the air. She flinched, grabbing onto the wall behind her and the trashcan beside her. She pulled herself up and took off down the road.
"No! Come back! We're just here to help!"
Vaggie met Charlie at the end of the alley, putting a hand on her shoulder. The same gesture that had the doe-ish girl running for the hills. A gesture that was supposed to be comforting and instead scared her more.
"Uhhhh... toots, you're gonna wanna see this."
Angel Dust stood staring at something on the ground where the girl had once been. Charlie gasped as she took in the sight before her.
"Did she do this?" Vaggie mumbled.
"This" was... definitely a sight.
The trash can was no longer in its original state. There was a gaping hole, with ashy edges. The wall wasn't looking much better. The small girl, who seemed so terrified and helpless, had disintegrated the bricks and metal that had surrounded her.
Charlie looked at Vaggie. "We need to find her. Before someone gets hurt."
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