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Who wants a piece of him? 📻❤️
#hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#alastor#RadioApple#RadioDust#radiostatic#RadioRose#radiomaid#radiomoth#radiohusk#Polyship ftw#Hello Hazbin fandom#Guess who's my fav#My multishiper ass wants him to kiss everybody yes thank you#I'll ship him with a chair if you let me#Don't let me
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do have any Hazbin Hotel or just RadioRose headcanons? Like Rosie being a really good painter or Alastor technically being younger than he seems or something? (I just like reading other people's ideas on their favorite characters lol)
You arrived just in time.
There will be a lot of words I have mostly a lot of disconnected thoughts in my head, which I sometimes consciously or unconsciously implement in drawings. besides, I don't remember what the canon is, and what the old fanon is, to be honest. If you would like me to, I can share not only my headcanons, but also some of the AUs I have.
I understand where the theory comes from, but I don't like the idea of Alastor being forced to smile all this time. I think he wants to keep everything under his control so much that he smiles even in death. The idea that he is just a sick man, serial killer makes his eternal smile even more unnerving. I don't want to justify him.
I think Al would have enjoyed reading H.P Lovecraft’s works. The tentacled creatures and descriptions of people as nonentities suffering defeat in a fight with chthonic creatures... btw, some of Lovecraft's stories were published during Alastor's era. I have a small headcanon about Alastor's death, and I plan to create a comic in the future (if I can actually get it done).
There are 2 possible deaths of Alastor's mother in my mind, and I’m uncertain which one I want to illustrate. maybe both continuing the theme of Alastor’s human life. I sincerely believe that even if Alastor had really had an abusive father, Al would have been cruel since childhood. Guess what? I have an unfinished little comic with a hum!Al by another artist, and I'm uncertain when I’ll manage to complete it. The headcanon that suggests Alastor’s father is an abuser already seems like a canon; however, I don’t want to portray him as a completely terrible person. I like the idea of Alastor enjoying hunting, so let's say he learned it from his father. Just like all the dad jokes. on the other hand, as for the scars on Alastor, some of them probably came from his father, since domestic violence was a common problem. Regarding art, as you might have noticed, I have a headcanon that Al understands the arts in general, whether it's painting, cinema, or music. Perhaps I think this way only because I am trying to combine things I love very much. I imagine him as a person you could have a discussion about these topics with??? It seems to me that Alastor and Rosie would often discuss these topics over a glass of wine or a cup of tea. Suddenly, Alastor would show up at Rosie's and instead of hello I READ ABOUT FRA FILIPPO LIPPI. DO YOU HAVE AN HOUR FREE? BTW I HOPE YOU WATCHED THAT DZIGA VERTOV MOVIE THAT I RECOMMENDED Rosie would love art nouveau and I don't know rococo? and Alastor would be like no art nouveau is okay, cute, but rococo is bullshit. *2-hour episode of drunken dad teaching life* Continuing on the topic of artists, I repeat myself, I have a silly unfinished series of mini-comics about Alastor and Rosie as art academy students, the plots of which are based on real life (almost). I have thought about what kind of styles they would draw in, what kind of themes they would focus on, and so on. Again, there is a lot of text here already, so I'll wrap up this topic for now. P.S. I have a strange idea in my head about how to imagine Alastor in the USSR in the 10-30s. It was quite fun there: the World War I, the revolution, the civil war, the post-revolutionary years, famines and so on, and so on. For fun, of course, but Alastor the Communist has a good reason to hate Vox the Capitalist and his MMM I mean VVV or Lucifer the emperor of hell, if you know what I mean. Instead of telling dad jokes, he would say that life under Stalin was good and quote Lenin. Of course, these are all jokes, but I did have some abstract thoughts about how his life and his family's life would be arranged. However, I don't know enough about the history of USSR to actually implement this properly. so yeah
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i am not immune to fallout fever
#fallout#fallout 4#fallout4#fo4#nick valentine#john hancock#hancock#art#digital art#sketch#wip#guess who my fav companions are…#tumblr ate and swallowed the quality
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babiest baby to ever baby
#fairly oddparents#fop peri#fop poof#fop#fairly oddparents a new wish#fopanw#periwinkle fairywinkle cosma#the people will never guess who my fav character is
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lovies
[venus vs. color: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)..]
first palette suggested by @yer-a-legend ♡
#*spongebob abt to get crushed by an ice cream truck* FAMILIAL LOVIES for barb n blitz (duh lol)#my art#plus lovies however u wanna interpret stolitzarozzie :3#colour palette#artists on tumblr#helluva boss#helluva fanart#stolitz#fizzmodeus#fizzarozzie#stolitzarozzie#<- ??? ok i guess. theyre cute together idc. besties who occassionally fuck#they’re having a movie night btw. whores the lot of em….#barbie wire#helluva stolas#helluva blitzo#helluva barbie wire#helluva fizzarolli#helluva asmodeus#helluva ozzie#this might be my fav duo ive posted. both r nice :)#usually when i’m posting these it’s like one is shit and the other is nice LMAOOO
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finished the show now its time to go insane
#my art#gravity falls#gf#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls mabel#gravity falls ford#gravity falls bill#gf mabel#gf ford#gf bill cipher#mabel pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#the finale ended me im dead hi#i love ford sooo much hes such a fun character#can you guess who my fav character is
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there's like 3 stages of the stardew brain rot it's insane it's like
1. i'm going to play this game nonstop and do All the things
2. i'm going to hang out with my fav npcs, maybe look at some of their tags on tumblr and see what the fandom is up to!
and then
3. i literally haven't touched the actual game in days but i can't stop thinking about this npc & rotating them around in my mind like the plate in a microwave. it's like every time the timer beeps i go Hold on and see the food is still cold in the middle so back in it goes .
#i wonder if you guys can guess who my fav is#i'll give no hints tho#stardew#sdv bachelors#sdv bachelorettes#stardew posting#stardew brainrot#hyperfixation#stardew rambles#sdv#stardew valley#pip rambles
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big thanks to mr. strade boyfriendtodeath for keeping me from having an artblock that's very cool of him
#strade#btd#boyfriend to death#ykmet#strade btd#ykmet strade#btd strade#my art#guess who my fav btd character is? i'm sure you'll never be able to tell !!¡;!!!!!!!
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Bleh I finished drawing the old sketch sheet
#naruto#naruto fanart#kankuro#sabaku no gaara#sasuke uchiha#neji hyuga#shino aburame#kimimaro#kiba inuzuka#guess who are my fav and who are my bestie's fav#artists on tumblr
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he's showing off his island
#GUESS WHOS BACK#you guessed right#my favs <3#ive been so desperate to draw them#also i pulled a random villager from my ass#idk who mattsun reminds me of#anyway#my art#haikyuu!!#hq!!#matsuhana#hanamaki takahiro#matsukawa issei
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preview of my piece for the upcoming warrior cats cover zine! hosted by @harriertail
#warrior cats#warriors cover zine#warrior cats cover zine#mine#i think its obvious who the character is but i wont say if youd like to guess in the tags :) & the book i am illustrating!#this book has one of my fav original wayne mcloughlin illustrations (the spread not the headshot)
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(william afton voice) i always come back
#hello deh fandom i return to you like. 3 years later#if my art style is familiar. shhhh no its not#sorry fpr the weird posing + low quality#been busy with performing arts hell#the muscle memory took over#green evan hansen truther !!! hes so green#i look upon this media with eyes not tinged by as debilitating mental illness#therefore they are fresh and shiny looking after years of drawing them#youll never guess who my fav was#dear evan hansen#deh#connor murphy#evan hansen#val art#val post#sorry ppl who followed me for tma. get hit with theater beam
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i got an ipad
and succumbed to the trollmania......
#GUESS WHO MY FAVS ARE !!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH IM SICK#i still haven't seen the third one but i will watch it soon 🥲👍#trolls#dreamworks trolls#branch#poppy#dude im so so so so insane over these littol fukcing guys someone help me#my art#broppy
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Based on this post lmao
@niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian
#My art#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#Movie sonic#longclaw#Guess who got her stuff working again hsjshhshs#Don’t worry she threw it up after for him <3#Fav#Never drew an owl before hsjshhshs#Enjoy!!#I HAD TO DRAW THIS IT WAS TOO FUNNY
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#mouthwashing#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing daisuke#2/4 btw this is a wip and i plan to draw the other 2 characters#wdym there's three more ? i think there's only 2 left for me to draw!#gna make these into photocards or ids#HEHEHE#btw guess who my fav character is in mw#mw#lionhe(art)
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okay so. hear me out. but. au concept--
joel is one of many people affected by a Vanishing. its a phenomenon sweeping the country--people simply not showing up for work, school, life one day, as though they've vanished from the face of the earth. it's almost possible to mistake for normal missing persons cases, if it weren't for the way a few of the higher-profile Vanishings have happened to people who shouldn't have been able to vanish at all, let alone in a way that wouldn't be noticed until too late. look at joel's hometown. the people monitoring the dam were supposed to be redundant, and yet--
anyway. not like he cares or anything, except for the fact this stupid disaster or whatever has left him without anywhere to live or anyone to live with, and he still has a year of high school left, so he can't just do whatever he wants. luckily there's this school in a town called new hermiton that agreed to give him a scholarship to finish his education in the name of recovery and solidarity or whatever, and it's kind of a shwankier school than he'd normally go for, but it's free and, more importantly, they're willing to pay for his lodging, and he can't really turn that down. and it's not like he has a choice but to upend his entire life now. so packing what few of his belongings survived into a bag and getting on a train and moving across the country to a new school it is, he guesses.
(he's been having nightmares that inexplicably feature swarms of blue butterflies. last time he checked, lakes don't have butterflies in them. although maybe it's a metaphor or something, on account of the butterflies saying stupid stuff about how people who are remembered can't disappear, and even a false world cannot be erased if it's watched over, and how fate depends on him holding people in his heart. thanks for saying the same stupid shitty platitudes his social worker told him, just more cryptically, butterflies. real cool.)
new hermiton, it turns out, is a small city. while new hermiton academy is a newer school, much of the city is older. he's moved into a nice enough flat in an older apartment building. he has another cryptic butterfly dream. he thinks he remembers someone trying to urgently warn him of something, but it's all... shaky. that morning, he goes to the school for the first time. he's greeted by a fellow transfer student, skizzleman, although apparently he already knows some of the other folks in town, and transferred here so he could stay with them. but it's at least someone else in a similar enough situation to joel, especially since joel can just tell by the way people are looking at him that skizz didn't have much of a choice but to be here, either, and best friends with impulse or not, he's on his own too.
so. a friend. maybe this school won't be that bad, even if joel keeps having nightmares, and even if the weather here is weirdly cold for july, and even if his new homeroom professor keeps on looking at him really weirdly. (aren't professors supposed to be better about stupid rumors anyway? what's that mr. hills's deal?)
and then, two days later, he waves skizz off at the end of the school day, and gets skizz's friend, impulse, at his door, desperate to hear that skizz had just come to stay the night in joel's shitty lonely apartment, because otherwise it looks like--come on man. joel's already having a shit time. the universe deciding to go after his one existing friend too? he promises impulse to help investigate that night, in the vain hope that Skizz isn't one of the Vanished. joel gets a splitting migraine trying to follow their path back, though, and they have to stop for the night.
skizz is reported missing the next morning. joel resigns himself to cutting himself off from the people around him, as per usual. then, strangely, mr. hills corners him as he goes home.
"you'll need this," he says, and shoves what feels like a cheap butterfly knife into joel's hands. "uh, remember, trust your heart! you'll know how to use it."
"what," joel says. "hold on. you're supposed to be a teacher. why are you giving me this. i know for a fact my file says i have like, ptsd or whatever, which is stupid, but you definitely aren't supposed to be giving me a knife, you weirdo?"
"you'll know how to use it," joe hills says again. "goodbye! believe in yourself!"
mr. hills sprints behind a building before he has to explain anything else. joel is left standing on the sidewalk holding a knife, staring after him.
so. that's weird as hell. joel shivers in the cold and continues on his way home. the butterfly knife feels heavy in his pockets. he should probably report that guy to his social worker or something, but actually talking to his social worker feels like conceding defeat. joel can take care of himself. he can prove he can take care of himself. just watch him. step one: go out to get ramen because he forgot to buy any food for his apartment.
he sees impulse putting up signs as he eats. impulse looks miserable. joel thinks about how skizz, just in the short time he'd known him, had sort of unintentionally given away that he felt isolated after his mother Vanished. that impulse was a great friend, but impulse didn't understand what it was like. he never really SAID as much, but--
it's not fair to impulse, for that to be the last thing impulse remembered of what was apparently a friend since childhood. and joel doesn't care about any of these guys, but he can still pay his check and go out and help impulse go looking. he's no good at comforting people and doesn't know this guy, but joel had been alone too, sitting on the roof and crying, when the helicopters came.
except when they go back to the path by the school, joel's head starts to hurt again.
he looks up and there's a butterfly.
"hey, impulse, are butterflies common here?" he asks, a little desperately.
"i mean, not really, why?" impulse says.
"uh," joel says, and gestures. the two of them stare as the strange yellow butterfly circles in place.
"okay, so that is kind of weird," impulse admits.
"right?" joel says. "the only way it would be weirder is if it were blue." impulse gives him a look. joel does not explain.
it starts to fly away.
"we should follow it," impulse says, his voice getting a little dull. "yeah. we should follow it."
"what? no! no we should not follow the haunted butterfly, are you nuts?" joel says, but it's a bit too late. (maybe this is what the knife is for: stabbing impulse. it would be an effective method of stopping him!) he chases impulse down, down to the river, where yellow butterflies are swarming. impulse, as though possessed, simply steps into the swarm and falls through them to the water.
joel's, uh, freaking out more than a little bit? he'll admit he's freaking out. he dives forward to try to grab him, only to realize that he doesn't see impulse anywhere.
a single blue butterfly lands on joel's shoulder. "do you hold his heart next to yours?"
"i'm going insane," joel says.
"no heart is meant to be completely alone. do you hold his next to yours?"
"this isn't happening," joel says. "this is like a stupid manga or something. it's not happening."
"there is still time to save them; you must hold your heart strong, or the consequences will be dire. i believe in you."
the butterfly vanishes.
"fuck it," joel says. "if i drown then it's nothing people haven't expected of me anyway."
he steps through the swarm of butterflies.
that night, he drags both impulse and skizz out of the river. they're all freezing cold. shadows and strange, yellowy liquid still cling to all of their skin. also, joel stabbed himself, which like, glad to know that's what the knife was for, apparently, and the scar is warm and comforting. he can feel his--persona, and don't ask him how he knows that--shifting under his skin, under the mark on his hand. it said its name is pygmalion; it says it is a piece of joel's soul.
this is all patently insane. but skizz and impulse are alive and NOT eaten by shadow monsters, so even if they're both a little unconscious, joel takes that as a win.
they lie on the ground outside the river. someone stumbles across them. "well give me some teeth and call me an alligator. you got out on your own," breathes a fellow student clutching a dagger. joel thinks he's in the class across the hall. also--
"what are you talking about," joel wheezes.
"you found it on your own. you can find them?" the student says. his eyes are wide. something in joel's soul recognizes something in the student's. something in joel's BRAIN puts two and two together and realizes why mr. hills gave him a knife.
"no. no, go away, i don't want to be involved in this," joel says.
"well, don't you think it's too late for that?" the student says, and joel passes out. he's pretty sure the butterflies have to be laughing at him. in fact, as though to mock him further, after passing out, he doesn't even get to avoid it forever, because he wakes up in a glowing blue boat. there is a man with white-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue outfit leaning over him, poking him.
joel takes no responsibility for punching him. he'd do it again, too, as the long-nosed man sitting next to the unmanned steering wheel welcomes him to the velvet room.
(this, joel realizes later, all rather sets the tone for what the next year of his life is about to become.)
#hermitcraft#joel smallishbeans#smallishsona au#THAT'S RIGHT BABY ITS THE PERSONA AU I WAS WAFFLING ABOUT#because i'm playing p3re right now this is pretty p3 inspired but also expect elements of p4 (my fav) and p5#i. do not know enough about p1 and p2 to be using all these butterflies but FUCK IT WE BALL.#a bee fic#KIND OF I GUESS I'LL PUT THIS THERE.#anyway the idea is that this au is half a crack au and half DEEPLY SINCERE#because the JOKE is that joel hates every minute of being a persona protagonist#but the OTHER bit is that joel is genuinely an extremely loyal guy who would do VERY WELL as a persona protagonist#you just have to drag him there kicking and screaming#(sort of in a very. p3-esque way)
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