#Human nifty

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Hazbin Hotel (Traditional) Art Dump

A lot of this is from months ago when I first started watching Hazbin and was trying to learn how the style worked, but some of it is from this week :3

Most of this sketchbook art was done with Tombow duel tip brush markers, Posca paint pens and highlighters :3

Jasper's first and second Gen desgns for those who looked under the cut LMAO I really like all versions of them, but I'm trying to figure out exactly what direction I wanna go in, and I think I'm closer above the cut :3 (I did the first Jazz design before I switched to CSP and brooo it's so much stiffer, its wild!!!) (No I will not sut up about how much I love CSP XD)

Their story is really fun lmao I just keep thinking about them XD

[boiboiperson]

Hooman versions of Alastor, Nifty aand Husk but I put too much effort in making them look kind of historically accurate.

Edit: the first four episodes have recently come out and I need to update their designs (especially husks 💀) also if they bring up alastor's backstory I'm praying to god that they mention literally ANYTHING to do with him being a mixed radio host in the 30s like c'mon that's so interesting

[percyaugod]

Unnamed Hazbin Hotel AU

Random thought Hazbin Hotel AU where human Alastor finds and takes care of Nifty.

Alastor kills a man not realizing their child is there because Nifty is still young and small, maybe three or five years old. The man not treating her right so she sees Alastor as some kind of hero who saved her.

Alastor, not wanting to hurt a child, decides to dispose of the evidence and leave hoping she can't remember what he looks like.

Nifty, wanting to help, starts helping clean up. She tried to help dig but only had her hands. By the time they're done, she's covered head to toe in dirt.

Well, now Alastor can't just leave her like this! It'd be suspicious. They'd wonder where all the dirt came from.

Alastor takes Nifty home for a bath and to wash her clothes. He even gives her a snack before dropping her off somewhere to try to get rid of her.

She keeps following him though. With every twist and turn she's there, clinging to him. He even tried running but she's faster than she looks.

He eventually has no other choice but to let people know this child found him and won't let him leave his side because it would look more suspicious if he didn't. He fears something has happened to her family if she's clinging to a stranger for comfort.

Any attempt of trying to separate her from him has ended with sobbing and/or biting. It was decided, without him, that he should take care of her until she calmed or her parents were found.

After a month of taking care of her, Alastor is surprised to find himself kind of attached. A good part of it I'd probably due to her knowing what he does and not judging or hating him. If anything she seems curious. So he tells her the best ways to kill, the different levels of pain certain injuries can cause, and how to hide bodies.

The two are a normal, happy family, strange tendencies aside. Unfortunately, nothing good can last forever.

Nifty is sick so Alastor goes to dispose of someone himself. He never comes back. She makes sure the one that did this will never return either.

Years later in hell Nifty hears stories, radio broadcasts with a familiar voice. She can never find him though. So she works to gain power and become an overlord worthy of his attention.

After years of effort, he's there, he's actually there. He doesn't even have to ask for her soul, she offers it. Just as long as he never leaves her behind again.

[thereifling]

Hazbin Hotel human au

[t0rturedangel]

╭ . . . 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ੭

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴' 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

⿸  𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍  ➤ ﹝𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦﹞ ⿸  𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  ➤ ﹝𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭﹞ ⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍��𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭- 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 — 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯- 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 — 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴, … 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨- 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊 — 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 — 𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺-𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 — 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯

⿸  𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??﹞

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𝐕𝐎𝐗 — 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 (?) 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘦𝘴

⿸  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜  ➤ ﹝𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦﹞

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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎 — 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 '𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬' 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩��𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴

⿸  𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎  ➤ ﹝𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩﹞

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𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 ━ 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘮'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴

other characters will be added when i learn about them (also requests are open- feel free to requests anything :> )

[dewdropdinosaur]

Flush Little Baby, Don't You Cry

ALASTOR x READER Summary: Alastor thinks your permanent blush is cute, similar to Charlie's even. But what if you aren't actually blushing at all his advances? Warnings: Small mention of scars, allusions to death. Rating: PG For the always lovely @anon-of-the-void Ask and you shall receive my dear!! Requests are still open - see pinned post for details!

In the chaotic space of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the swirling chaos of Hell, an unexpected connection began to blossom between Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, and you, a newcomer to the hotel's staff as a receptionist.(To which Husk was greatly pleased that now he could just focus on bartending and not deal with as many ‘idiots’)

Alastor, with his charismatic demeanor and macabre sense of humor, found himself strangely drawn to your presence. You were different from the other inhabitants of the hotel, having a quiet demeanor and gentle nature standing out amidst the cacophony of voices and chaos. However, neither of you had dared to voice romantic interest, both of you unsure of the other's feelings and your own.

It was during one of your chance encounters early on in the hotel's grand foyer that Alastor noticed something peculiar about you. Little red circles adorned your cheeks, slightly tinted whenever you smiled or laughed. Even when, and especially when, frightened - they glowed slightly. Alastor found himself captivated by this. At first, he dismissed those little circles as mere blush or simple state of your demon form similar to Charlie or Nifty, finding them endearing in their resemblance to the delicate flush that adorned his mother's face in his long-forgotten memories of his mortal life.To him, it was endearing, a subtle charm that only added to your allure and reminded him of a simpler time in his life that brought him a sense of peace and familiarity. 

Because of this assumption, Alastor's fondness for you only grew, his interest piqued by the circle's presence. He found himself seeking out your company more often, engaging in lively conversations and sharing moments of laughter amidst the chaos of the hotel, just to see the cute flush of your rosy cheeks every time. The revelation ignited a fierce protectiveness within Alastor, a primal instinct to shield you from any harm that might befall you. He watched over you like a silent guardian, his presence a comforting shadow in the tumultuous world of the hotel.

However, his actions did not go unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the hotel, who watched with a mixture of amusement and bemusement as the usually aloof Radio Demon became fiercely protective of their new receptionist. Some whispered behind closed doors, speculating on the nature of your relationship, while others simply shook their heads in amusement at Alastor's unexpected display of strange affection.

As the days passed, you too began to notice Alastor's increased vigilance and protective nature. Sensing his concern, you decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. One evening, as the chaos of the hotel ebbed into a rare moment of tranquility, you found yourself alone with Alastor in his radio room, a perk that only you and Nifty enjoyed. It was a cozy tower despite its menacing metal exterior, with cozy chairs and vintage curtains. A lot like Alastor in a way, scary on the outside and maybe even the inside but something sweet and old was there too. 

Taking a deep breath and mustering the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on your mind, you spoke. 

"Alastor," You began softly, voice barely above a whisper, "I noticed you've been... different around me lately. And I think it's because of these." With a hesitant hand, you gestured to the crimson circles on your cheeks that had remained beneath layers of uncertainty and shame.  In your time in Hell, many had found out about the circles on your cheeks. And had left you for them. So you were worried about approaching Alastor on this subject to say the least. 

Alastor turned his attention towards you, his crimson eyes softening with concern. "I assure you, my dear, it's merely a demon's instinct to protect those they care about."

You nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips at his veiled confession. You would note that for later. "I appreciate it, truly. But there's something I need to tell you."

With a gentle touch, you traced your fingertips along the scared cheeks, gaze meeting Alastor's unwavering stare. "These marks... they're not from blushing or simply a part of my demon state…. They're scars – reminders of a past I'd rather forget."

Alastor's expression shifted from curiosity to empathy as he listened to this confession. Suddenly it all clicked in his head. The way you would flinch when anyone would get too close too quickly, loud noises sparked the tint of the scars to glow, and how the scars moved with each expression you made. They stayed on your face 24/7 but didn’t shrink or expand like Charlie’s with each new expression. Instead they stayed stagnant and were less of circles and more oval shaped. Definitely not a blush or demon feature now that he had a closer look. 

In fact, that cute little blush that he adored so much didn't happen within the circular scars on your face but around them. How had he been so blind? His shadows would mock him later for this.

"I see," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mhmm, yet they do nothing but add to your fierce beauty my dear."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you met Alastor's understanding gaze. In that moment, both of you realized that despite the literal and metaphorical scars that haunted their pasts, they had found solace and understanding in each other's presence.  

He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender despite his fearsome reputation. And this time, you didn’t flinch away but instead leaned into his embrace. It felt warm and comforting and he smelled like holiday cinnamon whiskey and pine. (Which my dear, as your sassy narrator I think sounds/smells like an Old Spice commercial but this is Hell and Alastor has no idea what that brand is)  

And as you both sat together in the quiet sanctuary of Alastor's radio room, surrounded by the faint crackle of static and the soft hum of his radio, you knew that you had found a confidant in the enigmatic Radio Demon – someone who accepted your scars, both seen and unseen, and vowed to stand side to side with you no matter what trials lay ahead.

Maybe that half hearted confession Alastor made had some truth to it and maybe your confession was right around the corner too. 

[theactualclrofblue]

Messing around with human designs 🔥

Making an au with this (Sadly Velvette won’t be canon I just wanted to draw her)

I’m also making a comic too, and I have 2 pages fully sketched out and the first chapter written so. I have no idea if I’ll actually pull through with this, but I’m motivated rn

+A doodle of Vox and Alastor that I didn’t wanna finish

[xjereby]

i’ve been working on a big human design master-list for hazbin (minus carmilla and rosie cuz I just.. cant be bothered </3)

small notes:

Vaggies name has been changed to Victory, Vicky for short

I kept the no ear motif for sinners, no matter how much it hurt (sorry vox!!) just to make the distinction easier

I tried my best :)

[tkthrilla-writes]

Charm for Good Luck

WARNING!!!!!! this has depictions of depression, suicide and drowning!!!!! Reader discretion is advised!!!!

Staring up at the ceiling, in his bed, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the grey and scared skin underneath. The feelings of crushing defeat piercing his cold dead heart, he couldn’t understand where it was coming from. He couldn’t remember how he got here in his room down in hell, last he remembered was preparing a shopping list in his host’s mother’s home.

Trying to prop himself up on his elbows, he found it hard to do so, like the weight in his chest was quite literally pushing him down. Looking down to eye his chest, he noticed he wasn’t the only one in his bed, turns out his darling host was there, hair spread out covering their delightful face. By the looks of it they were asleep on him, making a warm smile appear on his face. Though the question of what they were doing there in the first place crossed his mind. Had he accidentally dragged them down to hell with him when he came? It was a rare coherence when that happened, however over the years of their contract, Alasator had been gaining more control in preventing that happening to stronger their bond became.

He reached a hand over their hand, combing through their hair and detangling it at the knots, for some reason his hand feeling heavier and heavier by the second. He simply brushed it off, thinking it was simple strain from how exhausting their days have been these last few weeks. “Dearest,” he started softly, “we need to wake up, we have quite a lot to do,” he continued, the swelling in his heart continued to weigh him down.

His host was normally quite quick to wake up, so after the first couple of shakes on their head brought no reaction did it finally register that something might be dreadfully wrong. “Darling?” Alastor questioned, moving his hand down to their shoulder, gently removing them from his person to lay more on the bed. Still not able to see them properly, he tried a second time to prop himself up, “Dar-“ now he got a clear view of the state of his host.

Eyes wide open and greyed, face pale and bloated. Alastor cried out their name, all feelings of heaviness gone from the shock and how alert he became in the moment, jolting up to sit up properly to start shaking them, trying to get a reaction from them. He shouted their name again, louder and more desperate now, smile far from being absent from his face, with his voice shifting between radio glitches to actually using his normal voice without radio effects.

He shouted their name a few more times, each time getting louder and louder, each time failing, even going as far as to gently while still apply force to slap their head, desperate for a reaction that he isn’t getting, head instead limping and moving to the force that was applied to it.

Finally having enough he gets off the bed and summoned his microphone, this wasn’t his host, only a mere reflection of what was happening in the human realm. He needed to take over! NOW!

He slammed his microphone down on the ground, fully expecting to now take over their body… but it didn’t work… if anything everything got fuzzier and harder to focus. It was as if they were actively blocking him out, something they haven’t done in oh so long. He slammed his microphone down, more forcefully this time, panic of not knowing what is happening to them creeping in. But still nothing happened.

He yelled out in frustration, screaming their name out loud like Bloody Mary, and in his fit of rage he used his powerful magic to telepathically make the bed slam into the door of his room. The body of his host dissipating from the sudden movement, door and bed breaking and leaning on the opposing wall outside his room. Feeling even more enraged, he started to repeatedly slam his microphone on the ground. He was nearly there, he could feel it with how exasperated he was, it just felt like a kicking down a metal door with extra reinforcements.

And at long last… he finally broke down that door…

Waking up to a gasp and jolting up from the bathtub. Alastor now in his host’s body let out very harsh sounding coughs. Water sprayed everywhere with his jolt, on the walls and on the floor, nearly reaching the toilet on the otherside of the bathroom. While even taking over his human dearest, eyes were like radio dials, showing just how much of a hole he had now, voodoo symbols filtering through the air announcing his arrival.

His coughing turned into hacking, lungs full of water that would not come out. He turned and leaned over weakly trying to summon the strength to get out of the bathtub, but it only led to him vomiting all the water that was inside their body out and onto the floor. Feeling more water climbing up at the back of his throat he gave up on leaving the tub very quickly, turning to the vapor ridden wall beside him, shakily drawing symbols that he had practiced a million times when he was alive, and a million more times in his death. Slamming his hand on them to activate their spell, filling the room with a sharp red glow that near instantly. Once the red faded his breathing started to calm down, a healing spell, something that removed the water from inside their body.

“What,” he started, still grasping for air, “happened?” he was in total control, so obviously he was met with silence. Whenever he was in complete control it is as if the host of the body is in a slumber, which was the case since before he woke the body up.

He looked around the room and saw what a mess was left by the water. Flinging his arm to wave shadows out, commanding them to clean the bathroom from the watery mess, which they obeyed and everything was as it should, floors dried, clothes neatly folded on the closed toilet, all that remained was to ensure the Madam was not home. Thankfully the shadow he sent out to scout the house for her presence came back to report she was not home. Good, the last thing the poor woman needed was to walk in on her child nearly dying.

“What’s going on?” a meek voice sounded in the back of his head. Making him lean back in the bathtub to try and calm himself as much as possible, which he found hard to do in the now cold deathtrap they both were in.

As softly as possible he called out their name, “You tell me.” Trying to hold himself back from absolutely exploding on them, he could already feel them trembling in fear, just as much as he knew they could feel his frustration from the stress building up.

There was a pause in the air, till the meek and extremely weak sounding voice of his host, “I fell asleep…”

“You-“ he interrupted himself, trying to make sure to handle the situation as delicately as possible, taking a steady breathe in and out, “nearly drowned…” he ended quietly and softly. Feeling the waves of failure crashing down on him. Something that normally would give him great pleasure and joy in this world, but he has grown far too fond of his host to enjoy it from them.

“Makes sense,” they replied back, “wish I could drown,” this made Alastor freeze up, “but it already feels like I am,” he could hear them choking up a sob in their mind, despite the forced and strained smile he wore, he could feel tears starting to form. “It’s been nearly a year! It’s not fair!” this is broke the dam and tears let loose.

“I know my dear, I know your struggles,” Alastor cooed, bringing the shared body’s hands up to their face, trying to wipe away the tears while being sure to cup their cheeks in whatever comfort he could try to provide.

“I’m twenty-fucking-whatever! With a bloody degree! But no, I’m unqualified for a proper job, too over qualified for a shitty part-time! Just what the royal fuck am I supposed to do!” he could hear them screaming out in despair, it’s not the first time this has happened but their breakdowns were never this bad. Honestly he had to admire their perseverance on this matter, some people of his time would’ve just given up and dropped dead. “And to top it all off, I can’t even afford my own place! Have to bunk down with my parents! Again!”

Tears still streaming down their face, falling and making their way into the cold water while Alastor continued to gently hold their face, now using their thumbs to caress their cheeks, trying even more to provide some comfort. “When is the next one?” he whispered, there have been so many of them he hardly has been able to keep track of them.

“Tomorrow at 1pm,” the defeat started to echo in his head, “Al?” he hummed in acknowledgment, “What am I going to do?” A good question indeed, this contract of there’s was him helping them in whatever way he can to succeed in exchange for their soul and servitude in hell. And he has not been able to uphold his end of the bargain quite well. First few interviews with him taking over turned out to be a fluke, turns out you can’t simply charm your way into being hired like you could in the 20’s. Then he simply took the backseat and let his host show him the ins and outs of modern-day interviews, and they certainly got close with a few call backs, but still nothing.

“I genuinely do not know sweetheart,” an endearing term he is starting to enjoy using in these times, his little way of showing that no matter what he will always be there. But his statement only gave way to more silence for a few more moments. He was about to get up, seeing their body start to get goosebumps from how cold the water was getting, but stopped when his host spoke up again, “What is hell like?”

He let out a sigh, they didn’t have many conversations like these, as much as it was going to be the reality of them being with him in hell, long were the days he used this topic to jest and upset them. “I am truly sorry to disappoint, but it somewhat similar to this. If you are referring to it in terms of struggles. Drug fuelled streets, people selling their souls and themselves to make a buck, if you’re not lucky in making connections your suffering does continue.”

There was a prolonging silence, Alastor would’ve tried another attempt at getting out of the water if it weren’t for the crushing defeat that had him hunching forward, nose coming in contact with the water, a harsh and choked up sob breaking out from his throat, “I have to go through this again!” this time the voice of his host that resounded in their head was loud and absolutely soul crushing. If he had his own heart, Alastor was sure it would have broken tenfold at this sound of this distress.

“No, never!” he cried out, starting to slowly lose control as they started to gain more power over themselves again, but while he was up and about, he would do whatever he can to provide comfort, lest he wants them to harm themselves again, “We made a deal!” he removed their hands from their face, wrapping them around their shoulders as if to embrace them in a hug, “You will succeed in this life, and if I have anything to say about it, you will succeed in the next in Hell!” he was still feeling the waves of powerful emotions coursing through them as he tried to hold back a sob. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this in his time alive, but then again, he hardly felt pity or sorrow for anyone except for his own mother, not even for himself.

“You mean it?” his host asked, going back to the slight meek voice that they had moments ago.

“HA!” he exclaimed, “Like I would let my first human contract become like one of those drug and sex fuelled pigs that never amounted to anything in their lives! And will continue to amount to anything in Hell! Only destined to be exterminated and perished!” he continued starting to feel a wave of slight confidence building up, trying to build it up as much as he could through his way of reassurance. Which seemed to work because he felt laughter resound through their shared body, “You are starting to share my sense of humour my dearest,” he jested while he could mentally feel them childishly sticking their tongue out at him.

Finally he was able to get out of the cold bath water, with heavy shiver that nearly rendered him unable to continue moving, he snapped his fingers which made the towel on the rack float through the air and wrap around their body, hearing a faint mmm cold being let out by his host. Merely continuing with what he was planning, pausing for only a second to make sure to send waves of warmth to his host and stroke their cheek playfully, making his way to the bathroom door to leave. Only stopping as the state they were in caught his eye in the mirror.

Wet hair stuck to their face, skin paler than the norm, eyes sunken and dark circles forming, hardly looking presentable at all. “We may or may not have let go of ourselves,” the sight broke him, smile wavering, he supposes they both have been too out of it to notice, “It’s ok though, mum’s got a lot of makeup, I’m sure we can use some to look good for… tomorrow.”

What he was mostly paying attention to were the eyes, they had a very slight red tint to them that were only noticeable if you really paid attention to it. That was mostly the only way that anyone could tell that Alastor was in control of his host, aside from the smile ofcourse. “An issue for tomorrow morning dearest,” he merely said walking out the door and down the corridor to their bedroom.

“Can I be your receptionist?” his host’s voice peeked up.

“Excuse me dearest?”

“Yeah in Hell, can I be your receptionist?”

“Of all the things you could strive for. Fame and power, you would aim for something below your talent’s?” he asked in amusement.

“Maybe I would go for that later, but I think I would rather work and be close to you.” This made him stop in his tracks, suddenly feeling flustered and muttering something along the lines of full of surprises, before marching through the bedroom door and beelining for the cabinet with indoor clothes, drying off and getting dressed. The rest of the day will be focused on solely comfort and relaxation for his host. Hotel and Overlord duties be damned, his human needed him.

He was about to leave the bedroom now that he was dressed to the nines in fluffy cat pyjamas, though the clothes hanging on the wardrobe caught his attention. Making him now walk up to inspect it, “Is this what you are wearing tomorrow?”

“Yes…is it bad?” confidence was on the verge of breaking once more as doubt started to creep into their shared head.

“Not at all, you would be dressed for success,” Alastor smiled warmly, “It only is missing one small detail.” Snapping his fingers to make a necklace with a small amulet attached appear in his hand, hooking it onto the neck of the hanger. Now flicking his wrist to make a red scarf appear, wrapping on the hanger well enough to cover the amulet, “And now dressed for the kill!” he exclaimed proudly.

“What is that?”

“Just a little charm for good luck, not that you’ll need it, I am sure you will win them over,” Alastor bounced on the body’s heels placing the clothes to hang back on the wardrobe, putting a pep in his step leaving the bedroom.

“Oh yes because the other how many other interviews went so well,” his darling said sarcastically. He could quite literally feel them rolling their eyes in their conscious.

“Give it time my dear,” he spread his arms out and gave himself a little twirl, enlightened that they are feeling better, “Afterall you did win me over!”

[ainoamaru]

Marine creatures AU: (🐠✨) (Pt:5)

[shaykai]

Happy over the garden wall 10th anniversary!

i know you from your Beast and Enoch arts 2 years ago and continue being fascinated by your arts ever since 💙 ✨️

I’m a little late to this, but thank you so much!! I’m glad you’ve hung around for my other stuff, it’s very flattering <3

[jellybe-gets-creative]

I am back from Japan and I escalated a bit at the airplane. So enjoy these doodles?

I love this Human Alternative universe and I love fanfiction about them but there aren’t so many , so I doodle around to get some ideas out of my system. I really hope you enjoy my art.

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

What your favorite hazbin hotel character says about you PT1:

Lucifer morningstar:You have daddy issues, huh? Your dad was a dead beat or a drunk, wasn't he? But he did love you, huh 🤨? He was just stuck on his addiction to show you his love, wasn't he?

OR you're a monster fucker right?

Bonus if both.

Alastor: either A you love people that don't love you back. B, you love your mom. C is that... *sniff* *sniff* mommy issues? And not just mommy issues is that.. *sniff* *sniff* DADDY ISSUES TOO??? YOU GOT BOTH????

Charlie: you are optimistic and crushed by life wernt you? You love you dad and mom and want to show them you can be more then your sibling and you wanna be seen.

Vaggie:oldest child huh? Or the child that acted like the parent because yours were unbothered or hard workers to give you a life.

Angel dust: baby, I'm sorry it happened to you. It's not your fault. Also middle child?

Husk:Like old men? Desperately want someone to tell you it's alright? Afraid you're becoming your parents?

Nifty:like crazy characters, or she became your favorite when adam died?

Mimzy:You like female characters that get shitted on for doing NOTHING wrong, don't you?

[hazbin-2005]

Prologue Part 5 | The Lost Soul

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Human Hazbins🌈 just Nadeshiko/Niffty out for a walk, in some more casual wear, fawning over the latest gent that caught her eye��who may have those flowers intended for the woman ahead of her…

and if ur wondering about the stitching on her jacket and purse, I imagine she’d do her own tailoring/sewing to save on costs. Being a hotel maid can only pay for so much🪡🧵

What do u think? How would u imagine Niffty have spent her time when she was alive? I’d love to know 💖

[princessfroslass]

Would anyone be interested on a Chaggie AU based loosely after The Little Mermaid with the added bonus that rather than the talking animal sidekicks Charlie is forced to just move around with Angel and Pentious because her overprotective father doesn't trust her near the surface and these two idiots is the best he could pull off or....