#Hellaverse OCs

[boncorner]

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[the-succubus-and-the-hellhound]

Hello, mortals, sinners, and the redeemed. Welcome to the blog. This blog will focus on my two hellaverse ocs, Diana, a hellhound, and Madison, a succubus.

This blog is an ask blog so you can interact with my two lovely girls either separately or at the same time. You can ask them about anything, current canon events, canon or fan/original characters, or their personal lives. Though keep the questions pg, please. Other than that, go crazy with the questions.

There will be tags for each of the two when they get questions.

-LionWriter

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Diana's asks:

Ask 1,

Madison's asks:

Ask 1,

Madison and Diana's shared asks:

Ask 1, ask 2, ask 3, ask 4,

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Profiles:

Madison

Diana

[plumomi]

More uncolored sketches.

[depressonexpresson]

!!!!!Terrible Pun warning!!!!!

oc’s in order they appear:

Yin, Sizo, Yang, Andrei, Vladimir

the OG sound is by joeylovitt on TikTok

[mad2001-4]

Spoilers for Helluva Boss Season 2 Episode 11

(Admittedly nothing major though)

I cannot, for the life of me, get the image of the sin's cherubs during the royal meeting out of my head. I'm obsessed.

I'm just picturing:

Nocturn next to Belphegor, struggling to stay awake and very unhappy to be there, he doesn't really care about the situation, he's just grumpy he can't outright sleep (though he does doze off. Like caretaker, like cherub).

Famine next to Beelzebub, angry, he's holding Hell's equivalent of weed trying to keep himself tamed, but it's painfully obvious that the drugs are only working so much, he's physically trembling at how unfair it all is, the usually chill cherub is waiting to explode (bonus points if he gets to).

Samson next to Asmodeus, antsy and texting on his phone every now and then, likely giving Fizzarolli updates throughout the whole thing, clinging to his Daddy's arm, looking up and hoping he can do something, anything to make this better.

Zelos next to Leviathan, his feet propped up on the table, typing away on his phone as if he truly couldn't care less about this trial, giving Mammon death glares and looks of disgust when he tries to flirt with his caretaker, snapping selfies and recording at the interesting parts.

Adelio next to Mammon, meek and sitting as close to his caretaker as he can, he desperately wants to say something about the trial, something to help but he doesn't dare speak up with Mammon right there, on a figuratively tight leash, he's stuck fiddling with his hands, meekly and anxiously keeping his trap shut.

Sirius, next to Satan on his smaller throne, eyes narrowed the whole time, it's difficult to tell what he's thinking at first, at first he doesn't really care, an imp's life isn't much to him, it's Andrealphus who screws himself over as he grows more and more obviously agitated by the goetia member and his very blatant (in his opinion) need for power and the lack of loyalty that comes with it.

Bonus content:

Not canonical to my image at all, Cael would 100% be by Lucifer's side, presumably helping Charlie with the hotel but because I enjoy characters that ooze fuck-you-power who can humble bitches (and Cael gets it big time due to being Lucifer's cherub which comes with a million and ten extra privileges and powers as is)

Cael coming in last minute, speaking on behalf of Lucifer, being the next in line to have authority to do so, he accepts the rules and regulations, but points out the extreme responses, death seems quite extreme and, sure, strip Stolas of his powers if that feels right but Andrealphus likely has pushed Cael's buttons enough that he demand and points out the only logical person next in line for Stolas's power and titles is Octavia, that's what she was born for originally, any arguments otherwise are shut down with the eerily firm reminder in a tone too cold to match his sweet appearance that Satan can make rules all he likes, but at the end of the day, Lucifer is the king.

[lacrimosathedark]

Fuck it. I drew Hellaverse ocs for each "species". Might as well share em.

Standard Imp to start.

The horns are supposed to look kinda funny. The thicker stripes are splotchy cuz they're painted to be thicker, since females have thin stripes and males have thick stripes. Gender-affirming cosmetics. Nonbinary, so one of each!

Hellhound

Dalmatian because I was obsessed with dalmatians as a kid. Also very covered in spots lol. Outfit is very basic, basically Rantaro Amami.

Succubus

tbh very Conner Kent inspired because Conner gives me gender envy. That arm band is supposed to have the ace flag on it. I imagine the back of the jacket has stupid stitched print that's like "can't touch this" or something dumb like that lol. Collar bone piercings too cuz I used to think those were really cool for some reason. Top surgery scars because FUCK YEAH

"Loan Shark", or those sharky demons from Greed

I just threw shit at the wall on this one honestly. I love bone motifs but all the sharks have weird body types and it took forever to decide on a shape let alone an outfit that didn't look like a goth hipster. I love the braid though. When I was little my mom always braided my hair before I went swimming so it wouldn't tangle. And it looks like a fishy tail!

"Baphomet", or those goaty fiery Sloth demons

The only really fem one and also fucking gothic lolita because I'm a sucker for that shit, but the idea literally came from they have candle heads -> Litwick looks like emo hair.

They also look vaguely librarian-y don't they?

"Possessor", or those fishy demons from Envy like Glitz and Glam

I thought the "fishnet" thing was funny, sue me. Gave very shy vibes to me for some reason so...yeah

"Goetia", or whatever the fuck bird demons

YES IT'S A ROBIN SHUSH

Finally, Sinner

I didn't realize until after I drew it that it was basically the same concept as Husk (winged cat with heart motif). Oh well, Husk is my favorite after Lucifer so maybe it was subconscious.

They're a cheetah, for a lot of reasons. One, another animal I was obsessed with as a kid. They are also a big cat with a lot of domestic cat traits. They can't roar. They chirp. And they can purr. They are shy and quick to flee, known most for their speed. But they are also a wildcat so they could just as easily rip your throat out as run away. This dichotomy feels unpredictable and chaotic which, me.

The spots fit me in part because I'm covered in spots--acne scars, unhealed bug bites, benign moles, all over. I scar real easy. And their natural tear track marks felt fitting because, well, I'm kind of a crybaby. And it's actually the meaning of my username. Lacrimosa means weeping or tearful.

The wings are another avenue to flee, which is really the focus of the design, but it's also thin and bony because I like bone motifs and I thought it would suit them to look weaker.

The outfit is really I just like really big hoodies and I've found when I wear my most comfy shorts, it looks like I'm just wearing a hoodie. So they are wearing pants, the hoodie is just super big with fun floppy sleeves.

[painted-leap]

I realize I've been really behind on updating this blog even though I've been drawing like crazy, so I figured I'd take the chance to toss some stuff over here!

Starting off with OC art for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! Mostly my OC Frosty, but I've got a few others in there :P

[my-dark-lord]

Hi! I wanted to ask, is there a way to read more about your ocs in hellaverse? I just kinda like other people ocs very much lol

Hey! I'm so sorry this is running so late, Nonny, I meant to reply sooner than this but I tend to get distracted super easily. I've got the ADHD pretty bad and in my past life I was the goldfish that made scientists think they all had five second memories.

At any rate, I have quite a few Hellaverse OCs! A lot of fankids and then quite a few surrounding Ozzie or Valentino. I've been working more with the ones that deal with Val, lately, which are mostly Darío, Ostello, and Anya!

The main OCs I have are Ostello, Anya, Darío, Ozzie's Parents (Abstemiounessa and Valore), Archangel Uriel, Leviathan, Magpie, Vick, and then a few others that I don't do much with. I also have fankids but that may be for another time.

I literally just reworked Ostello's bio and took it from 364 words to 1,101 words and updated a lot of information that had become wrong as I wrote him. Anya recently got upgraded from OC that I didn't really do anything with to OC that I'm using a lot more.

They're all on my RP blog, @e-m-p-error, though a lot of them need a little reworking. For now, I can share Ostello and Anya's info here! I've been working on them most recently. Ostello is Valentino's ex-husband and Anya is his Personal Assistant!

It's under a cut for length. Ostello's info is LONG. All art by me.

Anya

Human Name: Anya Kazlow

Name In Hell: Anya

Nicknames: Annie Baby, Yaya

Faceclaim: My/Friend’s Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 30 (When He Died); 37 Years Dead

Birthday: April 30th, 1956 (Taurus)

Deathday: December 5th, 1986

Height: 6'8"

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual Bimantic, Ambigamous

Species: Gorgon Sinner

Snake Color: Red and White

Eye Color: Pale red sclera, bright green irises

Occupation: Valentino’s Personal Assistant

Headcanon Masterlist

When Anya was alive, she worked in a veterinarian’s office that saw a lot of exotic pets owned by bad people. There were all kinds of things that she had to overlook in her line of work, including humans that had bullet wounds or other such injuries. She doubled as a nurse when she had to, and learned how to take care of human and animal injuries alike. Always having been nurturing and gentle, she was well-loved by the Russian mafia in her town in Belarus and ended up getting married to a lower-ranking member after tending to him for one summer.

She was shot on their wedding day when a rival cell infiltrated the wedding and killed as many of the people there as they could. She died holding her lover’s hand, and vowing revenge. This never came to fruition.

Meeting Valentino not long after she fell, Anya was hired on to be his PA after she ended up gentling him through an injury that he obtained in a turf war. She happened to be there at the time, and he decided having a medically minded personal assistant would be a good idea. She sold her soul to him, and being an important member of his team, she was given the golden tooth that Angel Dust and Val both had. She is in love with Valentino, but he only sees her as a friend. She’s mostly okay with this because it’s worth it just to be near him. It is her job to handle most things that Vox doesn’t handle for him. This can be anything from cast lists to work schedules to bartending if he needs someone to cover a shift. If Val needs it done, she’ll do it.

Her snakes are Frog Eating Rat Snakes, and because of this, they have bacteria in their mouths. If she bites you, it is an immediate, violent, and disgusting case of leprosy that can kill in minutes. She has only ever bitten three people, and she usually doesn’t, but she will absolutely do it if it is necessary.

Anya is very nosy and always likes to be up on the latest gossip and whatever juicy things are going on around Val. She will pry into his business while she takes care of him while he’s drunk so she is abreast of the latest drama.

Ostello 

Human Name: Oscar Lawrence

Name In Hell: Ostello

Nicknames: Tello, Baby (Valentino Exclusive), Broadway (@strangeandun-muse-ual’s Vox Exclusive)

Faceclaim: My Art/Al Pacino

Original Universe: Mainverse

Birthday: January 21st, 1899

Human Deathday: May 3rd, 1944

Demon Deathday: February 9th, 1980 (Assassinated by Val with a Holy spear)

Age: 45 (When He Died As A Human); 36 Years Dead (When Killed By Val); 80 Years Dead (In Heaven)

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic Ambigamous

Species: Badger Sinner

Height: 6'8"

Relation: Valentino’s Ex-Husband (Widowed)

Occupation: Overlord, Pop-Jazz Singer, Arms Dealer

Headcanon Masterlist

When he was alive, his name was Oscar Lawrence. Oscar was the son of Ruth and Samuel Lawrence, their only child. Marty was his father’s best friend, his right-hand man in the fire department, and his wife’s affair partner. Oscar knew about the affair for approximately a year before his father died on Christmas day when he was ten years old. A year after his father’s death, Marty was his stepfather, and while he never held any express animosity toward him, he never called Marty his father. His mother and Marty had two kids together who were twelve and fourteen years younger than he was, and he was never particularly close to his half-siblings.

At seventeen, he had dropped out of school and gone to work in a club in Omaha. He was discovered singing one of the numbers from a nightly show while cleaning by his boss, who loved his sound and gave him his own attempt at playing a show one Saturday night. For starters, he did a few covers of things that he had heard and ended the night on a song he’d written himself. His lyrics were filled with a longing he became known for, a desire for something he could never have. It became something that was so Oscar Lawrence to long, to pine so genuinely and openly that it was impossible to separate from him. So much of his music was about barely scraping his fingertips against the thing he longed for, and nobody could ever quite get out of him what it was.

When he was twenty, he met Olivia, his wife-to-be. She fell for him, hard and fast, and he never felt much. But it was a suspicious thing for a man his age not to have a wife, and he liked Olivia enough to live with her. Oscar was rarely home, out touring and recording a lot, but at twenty-one their daughter, Gertrude “Gertie” Rose Lawrence was born. He rarely saw her, and when he was home, he was usually sad and drunk. Gertie doesn’t remember much of her dad, but his biggest sin with her was neglect. He never rose his hand against her or her mother, and he was never particularly cruel.

However, he did cheat on his wife. Often while he was on tour, he could sleep with any woman that wanted him in ways he found impossible to do with his wife at home. Like many singers of his time, he also had a stage presence on the silver screen. Much like he found many temporary replacements for his wife, he found a semi-permanent replacement for his daughter as a mentor to Shirley Temple.

If there was something as Oscar Lawrence as pure, unadulterated longing, it was a desire to run from what he did have with that same desperation.

His biggest sin in life was that he was gay in a time when that was very highly frowned upon, and it was a well-kept secret. Nobody knew about it, and he never once acted on it while he was alive.

When he died in 1944, it was a slow, painful, and disorienting death alone in a hospital half a country away from his family. His wife and daughter flew out to see him just in time to say goodbye, and he couldn’t recall who they were. He died of acute liver failure that had progressed under the radar of his manager who had been busy working him through the holidays.

Olivia sued the company for negligence that led to her husband’s death, and she and Gertie continued to never want for anything but the man whom they owed their cushy lives to. Neither could say they knew him before he died, and after they would know him even less.

Oscar sort of expected to fall into Hell, and when he did, he was unsurprised. For a few months, he just tooled around, feeling out his new abilities and appearance as a badger. He discovered early on that he had pyrokinesis and it was something of a novelty for a while.

One night while walking the streets and experimenting with it in the lonely hours of the morning, he gave a fireball too much juice and shot an Overlord on her way back from a big deal. He didn’t expect it, and it led to a huge fight between the two of them in which Ostello accidentally became the victor. It was a hard fight and when her gun was knocked from her hands, he managed to grab it in the ensuing wrestling for it. Unbeknownst to him, it was loaded with holy bullets, and ended in her demise.

Her attendants, who had scattered during the fight, came to him to tell him that he was now in charge of her territory as long as nobody else took it, and he took the responsibility fairly seriously. This didn’t stop him from pursuing a musical career on top of the weapons dealing, of course, but it was somethingi that he did want to do to the best of his ability.

Ostello, as he eventually renamed himself, became a rather beloved fixture of the Pentagram. He was hard to upset and treated his workers with dignity and respect. They were paid well, especially those who gathered holy metals during the Extermination, and he never went so far as to treat any of them cruelly.

He worked with Alastor to produce radio shows and sang live several times for him. When Vox eventually came around, Ostello left Alastor’s employ to work under a label that Vox owned. He performed for him there, with concerts and other such things, until the day he was killed. His music is still fairly popular and played in several Voxtech buildings.

In 1972, he met Valentino, and in two months married the moth. He was a devoted husband who wanted nothing more than to make his wife happy, and he spent the next eight years absolutely enamored by him. However, Valentino had never really been in love with him, and in 1980 used a holy spearhead pilfered from Ostello’s own armory to kill him.

Due to his love for Valentino driving him to be a much, much happier and better person, when he died he was reincarnated in Heaven. He dislikes Heaven very much because he misses Valentino and was reunited with Olivia. He does not know that Gertie is in Hell. He has been watching Valentino in Hell for years and is abreast with the latest things going on in his life at all times.

[gyubby99]

Verosika: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Cordelia: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Aella: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

Aponi: Guys.

[magshazasideblog]

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.

[lovemongerer]

I cleaned up some backgrounds for screenshot edit purposes would love to be linked if used just so I can see your art :3c

first batch (you are here!) | second batch | third batch | fourth batch | fifth batch | sixth batch | seventh batch (coming soon)

[celtrist]

If sinners don't age but hellborns do, what would happen if a sinner took in a hellborn?

Yeah, okay, I know Alastor would be like the last character to actually take in a child (he was stated to not like children and would make a terrible father). But here in fanon land, we get to choose to pay attention to canon, and Alastor having a soft spot for children makes me happy. so there.

Interesting (and tragic) idea all the same, no matter what character you look at it with.

[the-succubus-and-the-hellhound]

Some tidbit facts about Madison and Diana

Madison:

1- Enjoy listening to jazz music in her free time.

2- Changes her hair style every a few days.

3- Shares dislikement for Valentino with her current boss.

4- Learned how to pole dance from colleagues and enjoy it a lot.

5- Sometimes drinks outside work hours but not from the club's bar.

6- Rented a room in Diana's house.

7- Sings alone to de-stress.

8- Likes to sleep under a weighted blanket.

9- Can crack someone's head with her thighs.

Diana:

1- Read books in her spare time when she can.

2- A very good cook

3- Rented a room in her house to Madison

4- Enjoys spending time with the orphan hellborns at the orphanage. She works part-time at, in her free time.

5- Goes to Earth to buy stuff she can't find in hell.

6- Likes watching 90s sitcoms.

7- Only drinks at special milestones.

8- Appreciates Madison's help around her house.

9- Respects her current boss and colleagues.

[totallyhinged]

i’m normal about him i swear

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[mad2001-4]

Until I can actually find motivation to write the stories have some plots that I've role-played (or want to role-play) on Character. AI that I eventually would like to turn into stories! All are within Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss universe as that's where my hyperfixation lays at the moment

God de-ages Cael, that's it. There are so many ideas with this one that I've thought to eventually turn it into a full-fledged fanfiction

Nobody showing up to Adelio's (Mammon's cherub) birthday party because of Mammon's antics but Adelio thinks it's his own fault

Valefar (Paimon's cherub) being in Heaven (kinda an origin story exploring what I think Paimon was like as an angel, I actually have this one started in my drafts)

Satan working on Sirius's (his cherub's) anger with him

Saint (Michael's cherub) icing out Adam and Sera for the whole extermination ordeal

Ambrose (Raguel's cherub) and his death (possibly cannon-)

Adelio disliking Glitz and Glam, especially when they try and exploit him for their popularity

Villain Metatron determined to make Engel (his cherub) a little prince

Famine (Beelzebub's cherub) grtting sick at a party due to bad 'drugs' making protective Mama Hellhound come out.

[inuxi]

I made myself a hellsona.

A drooling little gremlin who escaped from Alastor and glued themself to Lucifer. Bites. Generates stupid situations.