#TW Valentino

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

“Excuse me sir! There must someone you’ve confused me for!”

Having Angel withdrawal again sorry guys :/ its time for some uhh… prologue stuff?? I think thats right. Anyway! As I mentioned in this lovely post, when sinners die the time it takes for them to wake up in hell and where they wake up depends on how they died. So for Angels case his body was formed in hell in a hospital bed cause thats where he died so theres like fibres and metal in his body from being formed around a hospital bed! This is also going to go into how regenerating and how injuries work so get ready! Basically whatever your body was originally formed and made out of regenerates eventually, you can have scars if theyre really big (uncommon since the injury usually kills you) but if you die again in hell they go away. Angel gets injured quite a lot and none of these injuries are permanent. That isn’t to say you can heal by killing yourself though! If you do die while injured there may actually be lasting complications since bodies in hell are typically made to regenerate while gravely wounded. Its kind of like a fucked up computer so if you have a broken leg and die by say snapping your neck the body may get confused and regenerate bones and such incorrectly. Or it may not! Its hell who knows! Ill likely figure out a more concrete plan and way that it works but at the moment I enjoy this aspect of hell to not have a random cheat code and instead include some body horror. Its hell so like some stuff is probably confusing right??

Back to Angel, later on around season 1 in the rewrite he also has throat surgery to remove his deformed inner fangs and those DO actually stay gone because certain hospitals in hell (usually expensive ones) have tools from sloth that have been permitted by Lucifer. Similar to how Stolas got that lust portal gem or whatever. Angels body wasn’t supposed to form like that and this is a common thing to happen with sinners that die “long-term” and that sounds confusing but it really just means sinners that die in comatose-esque ways like Angel. His body was dying over the course of months (December to March to be exact) so parts of his body formed over complicated or were underdeveloped like the aforementioned fangs (that were originally meant to form inside of his mouth and not his throat) that would randomly bare themselves and stab his own throat, paralyzing Angel temporarily. Other examples would be parts of his legs and smaller stomach.

This is the surgery Angel got by the way (expenses covered by Velvette but thats a whole other plot line)

On top of this I also wanted to draw Angel’s old markings (at least one of them). Prior to Valentino, Angel looked much similar marking-wise to his original comic designs where he was more purple and yellow with all the fun skulls and stripes. Though, with how contracts work in my rewrite, Angel loses the markings and they change into hearts after his contract and cannot return to normal after his contract is terminated. The same is true for Husker and Niffty. This whole piece is really just supposed to capture to horror of waking up after being comatose and you’re suddenly not yourself anymore and also not where you were for the past months and your entire anatomy is changed. Can you imagine waking up without bones??? In 1947??? Id have a breakdown personally!

I also wanted to use green for that sick gross feeling. Kind of the dread you feel before throwing up, but also to represent Angel’s later feelings of envy that I was unable to present in his design. I really like pink characters in green atmospheres if you can’t tell. If I think of more stuff to add to this post I will, but for now it’s just a lot of lore. Hopefully you all enjoy it!

[novawiree]

HOLY SHIT VOXVAL IS CANON

HAHAHAHHH

[bearw-me]

AAKSJDHJSJSJSKDKID THOSE BIG BROTHER ANGEL HEAD ANONS WITH ANGEL WERE AMAZING 😭😭😭😭 YOU WRITE AMAZING 💞🌺💖💝🩷🌺🩷🌺🩷💝🌸💝🌸🌺

Can we maybe have some angst ?

Maybe younger sibling reader defending angel from val and getting beat up in the process? Sorry if this is too much

thank youuuu!! 🩷🩷 + we deserve angst anon!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐛 — 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭

𐐒 ft : (platonic) angel dust x younger sibling!reader, valentino 𐐒 cw : angst, reader gets beat up, valentino is a warning, blood, swearing 𐐒 summary : as his younger sibling, you try to defend Anthony from his employer, only to face the consequences and be thrown out of the building. 𐐒 wk : 832 𐐒 note : been needing to write the reader punching someone for a while lmaoo

"Anthony, please," you begged your brother silently, all four of his hands cupped into yours, holding them close to your chest.

He shook his head violently, trembling "Come on kid, you gotta get the fuck out of here- And don't fucking call me that here!" he whispered hastily, eyes going wide when he caught Valentino's glare from across the room, threatening him to wrap it up quickly.

You watched broken-hearted as Angel ripped his hands from yours, pushing you back.

"I said get the fuck out of here," he hissed. But through the anger, you could see the hurt in his eyes.

"An- I mean Angel!" You corrected, still pleading with him, louder now, and growing more desperate to take him away from this hell he insisted on staying trapped in.

You didn't know why he was so insistent to stay.

"If you need money I can help you!" You begged, gripping his wrist tightly and forcing him to stop and look at you.

What you saw was not your strong, loving older brother. . . but a broken boy.

"Is something the matter?" Valentino appeared next to the two of you, his eyebrow twitching with annoyance but upkeeping a wicked smirk.

You frowned, trying to tug Angel closer to you to protect him, standing up to the moth demon who towered over you with his height, trying to intimidate you into submission.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are-!" You began, unwilling to yield to the bully and pointing an accusing finger into the asshole's chest.

Then, Anthony stepped between you shoving you back and stopping your outburst in a second "I SAID GO HOME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I DON'T NEED YOU HERE TO FUCKING FIGHT FOR ME!"

And he stopped, voice breaking when he saw tears spring from your eyes, never having been a victim to your brother's rage before. "Just go-" his voice broke.

But Val. . .

Val didn't want to stop the dramatics.

The pimp walked towards you, pushing Angel aside as he wretched your face up to look him in the eyes. A cheshire grin spreading across his lips.

"You know, your a feisty little thing aren't you."

"Val don't! Please!" You watched Angel desperately try to stop it, reaching out before Valentino's large wings shot out in warning creating a wall between the two siblings.

The pimp gave Angel another silent, threatening glare over his shoulder before he turned back to you. Smirking as he watched you try to squirm out of his iron grip.

"If you really want to get your brother out of this. . . you could offer me your soul instead."

You tore yourself from Valentino's grip, the pull so harsh that it left little red marks on your skin.

A wave of shame and guilt riddled Angel's body, leaving him trembling and tearing up as he watched you stare at him in horror. Your eyes popped open in surprise. Connecting the strings in your mind.

Why he stayed. Why Anthony, your loving older brother ever subjected himself to such torture.

Was because Valentino owned his soul.

And in one swift move, you stepped forward, summoning all your strength into your fist, planting a right-hook into Valentino's jaw.

"VAL DON'T" You heard Angel scream, his voice rocked with sobs as bodyguards dragged your limp body from the building, feet scraping against the tiled floor, a steady stream of blood pouring from your nose and busted lip.

"I said stay out of this Angel! Get back to the fucking studio!" The boss hissed, his wings unfurling and twitching with rage "You're lucky I don't fucking kill the creep," he warned your brother.

But all you could do was smirk, watching with bleary, swollen eyes as the welt on Val's face darkened.

"Fuck you," you breathed, spitting a mouthful of blood at his feet as he followed your escort to the door.

Val growled, hissing like the demon you saw him for.

Angel trailing weakly behind his boss.

The body guards swung the metal door open, lifting your arms uncomfortably high and discarding you into the cobbled alley like trash. Your broken body splayed out, staring up into the red sky for a moment, managing to sob.

"Val please! I'll do anything! Please! PLEASE!" Angel was at his mercy, crying as he watched you curl into yourself, hugging your broken ribs and fingers close as the door began to close. The mercenaries Val hired staying outside to leave a clearer message.

A warning to both siblings.

"Stay the fuck out of it Angel, baby," Val sneered, sliding his hand around Angel's waist possessively, pulling the spider's trembling body closer to him.

Angel cringed, the door open just a sliver now, threatening to close.

"I'm sorry!" he cried out to you. The sounds of harsh thuds and your cries to stop ringing through his ears, destined to haunt him for the rest of his miserable life.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

VALENTINO & VOX | ⅔ of THE VEES (Hazbin Hotel)

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“Live Demonstration” (Valentino & Fem!Reader & Vox)

| After constantly fighting their authority Vox sends you to watch an execution in order to scare you into submission; Valentino couldn’t make your situation any worse if he tried.

| SFW, 16+, non-romantic, no polyamory, non-sexual, canon typical violence & gore, (TW: descriptions of a brutal death, Valentino, but no seriously the Vees kind of are their own trigger warning in this fandom), this shit is mean

| A branch-off oneshot from this post (an imagine), but can also be read as a stand-alone.

| Pic source: Hazbin Hotel S1

| 1k+ words

⚠︎ I DO NOT ENDORSE VIVZIEPOP (& associated parties) but I did watch the show and wanted to write for it , so idk ⚠︎

You’re still standing, rooted in place with your gaze stuck on the singular severed finger that managed to survive the feeding frenzy. It’s the only thing in the tank you can still see at all; the clear water had gone a red so thick you couldn’t see any of the sharks except for when one of their fins grazed the glass.

Everything around you feels staticy like it hasn’t since you first spawned in Hell trapped in a body completely foreign to you. Being forced to function with misshapen limbs like a bird thrown from the nest didn’t hold a candle to this shit though.

The speakers lined high along the walls around you come to life.

“Are you finally finished with wasting our time with your fruitless escape attempts?”

Vox’s voice booms unavoidably through the room, every decibel of his lax tone overflowing the floor of the tower you’re on and flooding your brain to the brim.

Where your arms are crossed your hands wrapped around your forearms tighten.

He sounds less like he just ordered a man to be eaten alive right before you and more like he’s booking a frivolous appointment for a wife he can’t stand, put upon sigh and all.

A few moments pass where the hopes you had for escape and revenge fall to pieces at your feet. Directly afterward you blink away the veil of red in front of you and look up to nod at one of the dozens of cameras around you.

“I’ll be needing verbal agreement, actually,” he drawls, voice still loud enough to vibrate your internal biological systems.

The grip you have on yourself is starting to ache.

“Yes, Vox. No more escape attempts, you’ve made your point.”

The camera you're talking to is as unfeeling as ever but you’d take the clinical paranoia of constant observation over a personal visit from Vox any day. You knew how quickly he could get to you and you did not want to tempt him.

“I sure hope so,” he mutters, voice cutting and snide, before his voice animates for the first time since he began speaking; show host cadence coming out in full force. “Glad we could finally come to such a beneficial agreement for us both!” He cuts the act then, tone mellowing, “Now, try not to do anything too drastic, I’ll be needing her for a presentation in an hour. Otherwise I don’t care what you get up to.”

He clicks off, the speakers going dead once more.

With a clipped breath you glance around the room after his final warning, brows furrowing.

That hadn’t been for you.

What you find after turning around makes you stiffen and the sinner to blame grins at you from where he’s leaning inside the door frame, all four arms crossed over his torso.

You blink, face dropping as his name falls like stone from your mouth. “Valentino.��

One of his bottom hands lifts so he can wave his fingers at you and then he’s pushing off the door to saunter closer. His steps are too deliberate for you not to rock back on your heels where you stand.

He sighs, this airy melodramatic thing that doesn’t sway you to him one bit. As if your personal interest was of any actual concern to him though.

“Voxy’s so mean sometimes, isn’t he? Forcing you to watch all this.” Stopping beside you he casts a disgusted look at the bloody water that managed to spill over around the sides of the tank. The sight of it makes you shiver and Valentino looks at you, his mouth flipping into a frown as he reaches out to clasp a dainty hand atop your shoulder.

His eyes are sparkling when they meet your own though, and his grip is too firm. Even his body is commandeering too much of your space despite his slender figure.

A thick perfume permeates from his glands that you’d probably find pleasant smelling in another context, tangy and sweet as it is; it’s similar to how you never once found the sound of CPU fans whirling unpleasant until being around Vox long enough to equate it as the precursor to his patience waning and his ire compounding right before he ordered something drastic and sadistic. Or how the staccato clack of heels never used to make you start cataloging exits till you met Velvette and her fatal storm of demands for absolute perfection and unrelenting need to snuff out her competition.

His thumb digs harshly into the edge of your shoulder blade.

“Pobrecita,” Valentino coos, his other upper arm coming up so that he can press his fingers into your cheek and force you to keep your gaze on him. His thumb swipes through the tacky tear line running from your eye and he clicks his tongue. “He’s too harsh sometimes. Personally I wouldn’t have put these pretty tears to waste, but you know how Vox is. Too much machine, not enough man.”

He talks like you’re friends. Like his platitudes do you any favors. Valentino and Vox are similar in that way; rarely did their delivery ever match the situation or social cues of the moment. Velvette was often the same but after your internet beef a few days back she’d grown bored of you and moved on. As of now her chats with you had mellowed into something that could be seen as amicable out of context even.

With you successfully cowed you suspected Vox would soon do the same, only bothering with you when he had need of you.

Valentino however….

You watch the way he abandons the frown to let his grin curl back over glossed lips and something in your gut tightens.

Looking up at another one of Vox’s cameras from over his shoulder is useless but you do it anyway. There was no doubt in your mind that he was watching, just knowledge that sat like a weight in your gut that he sure as shit wouldn’t be your savior.

“It’s okay to admit you were scared, you know?” His smile hitches a little higher and his antennae twitch. “Were you scared? Did the little bug's death hurt your feelings?”

His words make you rankle.

“I’m fine,” you ground out.

The Overlord scoffs like you’ve said something absurd and suddenly it’s as if yellow wallpaper shifts in your peripheral.

Black, and female, and delusional— hysterical; that’s what you’d be now if he did something to you and you went crying around about it, nevermind that your dark ever-shackled flesh had been ripped from your core and replaced with something more demonic, you hadn’t been a patron of Hell long enough for your human mind to corrode entirely. And you were yet again unfairly bondaged regardless.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” in an instant his grin turns from placating to harsh as his expression storms over, “I like that you’re scared. Vox gets so sexy when he puts his foot down, but you? You get a bit unremarkable, if I’m being honest.”

He flicks one of his lower hands, rolling his eyes.

“You glaze over like a wet cat. Hm, Miedosa? Those tears weren’t only from frustration were they?” He shakes his head. “If you felt so bad, why didn’t you go in there and save them then?”

The hand on your cheek shifts to grip both sides of your jaw. He shakes your head, fingers tight as they grind into your teeth through your skin and leave an ache that swiftly travels through the rest of your face and settles.

He regards you coolly, the way one might an ant.

“Nothing? Alright, I’ll tell you why,” he purrs, eyes going lidded as he leans in, “it’s because you’re our bitch now. And bitches do as they’re told.”

For a second all you do is gape, eyes wide and mouth open as much as his grip will allow. That doesn’t last awfully long.

Soon after you’re sneering wordlessly up at him, hands balling at your sides so harshly they tremble.

Valentino chuckles, dark and coiling and somehow just as all encompassing in your brain’s real estate as Vox’s voice over the intercom had been.

“I can’t wait to ruin you,” he whispers, eyes burning through you as he racks his gaze over your face before he’s pulling away and walking off without another word.

You hear him say something ridiculous to Travis from the hallway but it doesn’t alienate the tension strung through you like a live wire and for over a half hour you stare, face void of expression, into the closed door he’d come through until Vox calls for you.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!

I— deeply apologize for Valentino, I do. My little blurb with him kind of got away from me if I’m being honest, but I’m not even kind of mad at it.

Also, I’m almost completely sure that my use of Pobrecito/a is correct (I’ve had it said to me for years, I just had to look up the spelling), but my use of Miedosa I’m not as sure about. I wanted to post this now, but I will be changing shit accordingly once I get “outside consultation”. Either way I’m not a Spanish speaker so don’t take me as a source.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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Spanish words of the day (how they were used in this fic): “Pobrecita” - poor baby.

“Miedosa” - Scaredy Cat; Coward.

Alt. Banner (scrapped) —

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[4n0therp4intb4llepis0de]

Just had an idea.

a fic where Husk and Angel knew each other and dated while they were alive. Maybe they were even engaged or married. Not too long after Angel dies, he meets Valentino and Val is oh so nice to him at first. One night, Angel vents to Val about his life and brings up how much he misses his boyfriend… only for Val to lie and say “Oh that’s me! I remember you now, Anthony!” And uses this leverage to get Angel to do anything for him. To get him to sign the contract. When Val inevitably turns on Angel and abuses him, he uses the lie of their relationship to guilt trip and manipulate him.

Then, Angel meets Husk.

They meet the same way as in the show, all the same events go by exactly as they did.

One night, long after the fight with Heaven, Angel gets drunk and vents to Husk again. But this time, its about Husk. Well, the Husk that Angel thought was really Valentino.

Husk connects the dots, and the next morning, when Angel is sober, he tells him the truth. But Angel doesn’t believe him.

From here i have two endings in mind,

The bad ending; Angel runs to Valentino and tells him what Husk said and Valentino, scared Angel might eventually find out the truth, kills Husk.

The good ending; Husk proves it to angel by telling him as many things as he can remember from their lives and Angel realizes, “wow. Val never knew any of that… he just pretended he had forgotten…” and they live happily ever after (well not before a serious talk with the Vees and maybe even Angel being freed)

[trashogram]

Okay as soon as I say I have no ideas, my brain is like ‘bet’. I s2g.

K, so Queen!Reader is interested in getting a hands-on approach to the hierarchy of Hell and convinces Lucifer to help her assimilate by having a series of introductory balls/parties. First for the Sins, a much more private and informal affair where Reader pretty much meets her in-laws and Charlie’s uncles and aunt. Then another for the royal hellborns including the Goetias and Paimon (oh lord, Paimon is gonna cause a scene because it becomes his mission to get in there with Lucifer and the Queen).

Both of the parties go relatively well, at least compared to the third (and final?) celebration where the Overlords of Pride are invited. Lucifer wishes he could convince his wife to not have this one because the Overlords are sinners — they don’t know how to behave themselves. But Reader is just like “but apart from the average sinner, they’re the closest people I can relate to honey 🙁” so it’s happening.

Maybe Charlie won’t ‘attend’ this last party though. In any case, the Queen thinks it would be a good idea to allow Overlords to bring +1s and emphasizes bringing average sinners as she’d like to learn more about her people including those without power and influence.

Valentino decides to bring Angel Dust as his *date*. The Vees are all obnoxious in their own way but the Queen zeroes in on Angel while Valentino zeroes in on the Queen, thinking she’s interested in Val’s goods and services.

Hell will be raised, inevitably, when Valentino makes a dire faux pas.

[polyhexianbirb]

Got inspired by @tokintormin their Vox angst just tickles this one part in my brains

Lines inspired by Spamton G Spamton

[ask-angel-anything]

Angel, what if i told you I killed Valentino for you?(yes i'm in the mafia!)

"THEN I WOULD FUCKIN' MARRY YA TOOTS-"

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

(Inspired by these posts)

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Was looking at the helluva boss pride art again and im just genuinely so upset about verosika, I know vivzie really likes using bi and pan people as a get out of jail free card so she can just ship them with whoever she feels like, but im mostly disappointed because I was ORIGINALLY impressed because I thought she was holding one of the intersex flags (the pink and blue one I think, I dunno much about the flag but yknow) and then I realised its just the pan flag as highlights in her hair and viv is just like borderline fetishising bi/pan stuff again.

It would’ve been really interesting to have an intersex character in literally any capacity. Idk TMI I guess but as a sex worker who doesn’t really have “regular equipment” it got me excited and then I remembered that vivzie would never include an intersex character or anything more “convoluted” than like the most basic well known sexualities and then like 1 trans side character. Genuinely I don’t think we are ever going to get a main character that has a gender that doesn’t get put into a binary definition. I talk about him so often but literally I think Angel is the closest thing we are ever getting to a main character that has a different sense of gender. If we get a random nonbinary character, awesome! But even then I can’t find the hope in my heart to say it’ll even be portrayed correctly. Viv would have a fucking heart attack if she saw all my labels and genders and flags I have

Im not kidding if a hazbin or helluva character ever had a xenogender of any kind I will actually eat my fucking pants. Till then heres all my fucking redesigns and their flags (btw like half of these characters have NO idea what a xenogender is, its just like if they did theyd be like “oh yeah I feel like that too”)

I hope this shit ruins vivzies day straight up. I got my little queer hands all over your show whatre you gonna do about it. Btw I’m right about all of this but especially Sir Pentious and Velvette, go check out cassgender, cool shit! Also Vaggie is aroflux sorry I do not make the rules (yes I do)

[moth-pimp-val]

Who I would sleep with in A/V² (if given the opportunity and consent):

Voxxie, Lucifer, Vendetta, Jessie, and Vibrato

@flatfuckfridays @thebigbossofhellhimself @call-me-vendetta @jessica-rabbit-music @justasmalltownshrimp

Who I wouldn't sleep with:

Velvette, I respect her too much.

@red-velvette-swirl

Alastor, I'm not that stupid.

@cannibals-and-radio

Tobias, he's got a hot piece and I'm not a homewrecker.

@mc-tooley-tobias-toby

Oracle, beautiful woman but I respect her too much.

@porcelain-oracle

Rosie, again I respect her too much. Plus, her teeth terrify me.

@auntie-rosie1920

Jennie, she's a bitch also I'm not a homewrecker.

@jennie-allard-the-witch-bitch

[ronnie-quinn]

I thought of something’s little Angel dust in the overlord husk AU?

♣️♦️ CG!Overlord Husk and Little!Angel Headcanons ♥️♠️

TW: Valentino, SA, abuse, toxic work environment, trauma, negative/impure regression (because age regression is not always sunshine and rainbows /srs)

♣️♦️ How It All Began ♥️♠️

♣️ Husk may be one of the most powerful overlords, but he secretly has a good heart. Not only is he one of the best gamblers in Hell, but he is also classified caregiver who never had the chance to take care of littles due to his gambling job.

♦️ Angel met Husk at the casino one night after work. They talked over a couple of drinks and hit it off pretty well.

♠️ When Angel mentioned that he worked for Valentino, Husk couldn’t help but shudder. During overlord meetings, Husk always felt suspicious around Valentino since he would always have creepy interactions with him and everyone he meets.

♥️ Angel knows about Val’s horrible abuse because he is always abused and sexually assaulted by him. He couldn’t tell anyone because it would make himself and Val look bad (Val’s words, not Angel’s).

♣️ When Angel started hanging out with Husk during his time off work, Valentino grew envious. He would always check the spider’s phone and accuse him of “no longer wanting anything to do with him after all he has done for him”.

“Who are you talking to?” Valentino asked as he snatched Angel’s phone away and began to look through it.

“It’s just Husk,” Angel said.

“So you want to hang with another overlord? Is it because he has more money and power than me?”

“What? No, we’re just friends, I swear.”

“You really think you could spend more time with some filthy cat than me?!” Valentino snarled as he threw the phone down, causing the screen to crack.

“N-no, that’s not true!” Angel defended.

♦️ Valentino forced Angel to go no-contact with Husk in order for him to focus more on his job.

♠️ Husk grew concerned when he didn’t hear a word from Angel for three days. On the third night, Husk decided to reschedule a poker game he had planned to go check on Angel. Suddenly, he heard banging on the door, along with the sound of whimpering. He opened the door and saw Angel sobbing. The spider also had bruises all over his body, along with a black eye.

♥️ Husk became infuriated and went full demon, asking Angel who hurt him. This caused Angel to involuntarily slip, crying and covering his ears from Husk scaring him and the fact that his body was in literal pain.

♣️ Husk saw this and calmed down, feeling incredibly guilty for frightening Angel. Now was not the time to ask questions. He took Angel in and comforted him. Angel was frightened that Husk was gonna hurt him, but the cat reassured him that he wasn’t.

♦️ After Husk tended to Angel’s wounds (with his permission, of course), he let him sleep in the guest room for the night.

♠️ The next morning, Angel’s headspace went back to normal, but he was also hungover. Husk helped him get better.

♥️ Once Angel finally got better, he and Husk talked about what was going on. Angel came clean about Val’s abuse and how he was told not to tell anyone about it.

♣️ Husk was angry for Angel, realizing that Val was abusing his powers as an overlord to harm his employees. Husk requested that Angel should stay at his place instead of the V Tower. Angel argued that it was a bad idea, but Husk argued back that sleeping over at Val’s was much worse. Angel agreed after thinking of all of the times Valentino slept with him after his shoots.

♦️ Valentino was pissed that Angel escaped, but he reluctantly allowed him to stay at Husk’s place. However, it meant extra hours added to Angel’s shift.

♣️ A week after Angel moved into Husk’s home, Husk thought back to the night when Angel escaped the V Tower and was crying. He pondered at the thought of Angel possibly being an age regressor.

♦️ When Husk and Angel sat down one evening, the former asked if the latter was an age regressor. Angel was scared to talk about it, but Husk told him that he wasn’t mad and that he would be there for him, no matter what.

♠️ After some contemplation, Angel told the cat about his regression and how he used it to cope with work. He kept his coping mechanism a secret because one, Valentino. Simple as that (Quick author's note: I don't think we need to know what will happen if Valentino finds out about Angel’s regression /srs). And two, littles were at the bottom of the rank in Hell's hierarchy (even below the imps and hellhounds) (idea by @yourneurodivergentlady).

♥️ Husk understood this and vowed to keep Angel’s regression a secret.

♣️♦️ Agere Headcanons ♥️♠️

♣️ Despite being a powerful overlord, Husk is very calm and patient. He is also authoritative - in favor of rules, while being supportive of Angel’s needs (Verywell Mind).

♦️ Husk stays sober from alcohol so he can care for the little spiderling. He also tries his hardest not to smoke cigars around Angel because smoke brings out horrible memories of Valentino. He even gets nicotine patches to curb his smoking habit.

♠️ Husk has so much dosh (Adventure Time slang for treasure/money) that he spoils Angel to the nth degree. Angel wasn’t sure about this since Val would only shower him with gifts one minute and hurt him the next. However, Husk reassures Angel that he is spoiling him out of genuine kindness.

♥️ And boy, does Husk spoil Angel with the best of the best - little clothing (onesies, sweaters, footed sleepers, etc.) and stuffies with the softest, cuddliest material, food that is nutrient dense and soul nourishing, you name it (if Angel wants it, of course).

♣️ Husk has a baby monitor (with Angel’s permission) so he can make sure that Angel is safe when he’s playing or napping in another room (idea by @nottapossum).

♦️ When Angel regresses and Husk has to go to an overlord meeting or a poker game, he hires Cherri Bomb and Fat Nuggets as nannies so either one of them (or both) can babysit.

♠️ Husk never lets Angel go to work when he’s small because of the spider wanting to keep his coping mechanism as far as possible from Valentino (idea by @yourneurodivergentlady).

♥️ Angel struggles with trauma and PTSD. He also struggles with big emotions, but he thankfully has Husk, Fat Nuggets, and Cherri to help him cope. He even has his own calming corner to help him calm down (idea from @yourneurodivergentlady and Big Drink (Hazbin Hotel oneshot)). Angel’s favorite thing to do in the calming corner is sit in a fabric/sensory swing while listening to calming music and reading his favorite books, all while snuggling with Fat Nuggets.

♣️ Like in my Regressor! Angel headcanons, Angel’s favorite programs are Blue’s Clues (all versions: orginal, Blue’s Room, BC&Y!), Sesame Street, Olivia (Peppa walked so Olivia could run), Octonauts, PB&J Otter, Puffin Rock, Rubbadubbers, Bubble Guppies, Angelina Ballerina, Bluey, and Bear in the Big Blue House. He also loves Baby Einstein and the BabyFirst Channel when he regresses to a tiny headspace (0-2).

♦️ Husk rents out places such as the local aquarium and park so Angel can get out of the house and regress without any fear if he wants to. Angel always has little gear that is discreet to the public eye.

♠️ Husk’s mansion also has an aquarium and Angel visits there a lot (with supervision from Husk, Cherri, or Fat Nuggets when he’s little).

♥️ Like in my Regressor! Angel headcanons, Angel’s regressed age ranges from 0-6.

♣️ Husk is always prepared. He has his own baby bag that he carries wherever he goes and has whatever Angel needs, whether it be a snack or a sensrory toy (idea from Caregiver! Husk headcanons).

♦️ Husk has a co-sleeping crib next to his bed for Angel (idea from Caregiver! Husk headcanons). He decorated the co-sleeping crib to be the comfiest bed for the itsy-bitsy spider. I’m talking sheets with a 400 thread count, cooling pillows so Angel doesn’t get hot at night, and a little side toy that plays soothing music to lull Angel to sleep.

♠️ Angel calls Husk “Kitty” and “Papa”. When he’s incredibly tiny, he calls Husk “Ba” (which melts the gambling demon’s heart).

♥️ Husk gave Angel a baby blanket that has a pattern of pigs and little playing card symbols, along the words “Little Spiderling” embroidered on it.

♣️ Husk would sometimes swaddle Angel up and tell him stories about his day (like how he got his own aquarium and stuff) (inspired by The Middle’s Eyes Wide Open).

♦️ Angel vent regresses, but Husk is always there to help him feel better and know that regression doesn’t always have to be positive. Husk would also sing It’s Okay to Cry to Angel often to let him know that “it’s okay to cry and you shouldn’t feel bad about feeling bad (BoJack Horseman)”.

♠️ Angel also regresses to an infantile headspace whenever it’s his naptime or bedtime.

♥️ Angel isn’t a picky eater. He loves to eat fruit (Hazbin Hotel Wiki), especially if it’s cut up into cubes. Whenever Husk cooks, Angel helps him out (Husk does the grown-up stuff like cutting things up and boiling food in a pot and putting food in the oven).

♣️ Angel tries his best to help around the house because he sees Husk working a lot and doesn't want him to worry about chores. Angel has also been called spoiled and lazy by Valentino and doesn't want to be seen that way by Husk. Husk thanks Angel for trying to help out and reassures him that he is not spoiled and lazy in any way. He also reassures the spiderling that he is helping out by putting away his toys when it was time to do so (even sometimes doing it without being told to) and helping him cook.

♦️ Angel struggles with finding and using his voice, but Husk gently encourages him. He helps Angel be brave and praises him when he does so.

[masculinemiracles]

Can we know more about Val’s cryptic pregnancy and labor?

Tw Labour

Val was actually in Labour for a while and had no idea what it was or why it was happening. It was just sudden knotty pain in his abdomen that would come and go (and he honestly thought he had been poisoned or something) eventually he had to excuse himself from a shoot and took a boiling hot shower to ease the pain. When that didn't work, he just accepted his fate in his bedroom.

He was definitely surprised! This skinny legend suddenly dropped a baby just like that. He didn't really know what to do with her so he put a couple blankets into a drawer and made it her makeshift bed and then went back to the studio like nothing happened. He'll feed her and change her in secret and didn't even tell Vox, her father, about her.

Not until Vermin found her 3 days later to clear out Valentino's stuff.

[normystical]

I hope that any and all Hellaverse aroallo rep stays in headcanons, never canon. I have a bad feeling that if a character is confirmed by Vivziepop to be aroallo, it'll definitely be Valentino...

[leedollop]

I was writing and I accidentally described Val as an orange moth FHFHFHFH. Idk what's wrong with my brain, but:

It actually doesn't look bad, ngl lol.