#haz.bin hotel

[infernal-feminae]

hazbin hotel spoilers

can we please talk about how adorable Niffty and Charlie's pajamas are??????

Also Niffty's arms are definitely a different color than before so my other headcanon that she wears gloves is right????? 👀

[wolfkcst]

ahem more haz.bin ho,tel brain worms

still creaking between eivor being an overlord or ex overlord in hell - but regardless they are / were so ,,, they have p good strength and some powers that i have not quite figured out

they have a wolfish humanoid appearance - to which they feel they are mocked by their past life but they know they lived their life how they did - never cruel unless called for and here they are - the saxon bastards were right - ish. they have burned prior - smthing wacky happened in valhalla tho not sure how to go about it but !! to their verse it was a isu technology thing that really went wack and eivor has lost their faith in the gods since.

they care a lot for the princess of hell @infernal-feminae so they tend to be v protective. scary dog privileges /j

they have... rows of teef and their eyes an icy demonic blue - which is chef kiss i feel

[wannabemerson]

Funny how media literacy went from understanding literary devices and applying them to media you consume to not being allowed to criticize anything ever.

[spoonbenders]

every time i open spotify it calls me a cringe faggot nerd and recommends i watch haz.bin hotel no matter how much throbbing gristle i listen to on its dime

[sycamorewrought]

How many ways do I have to mute haz.bin hotel before tumblr STOPS SHOWING IT TO ME 🔫

[pois1ns]

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛 , 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖪 𝖨 𝖣𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤

━━━━━━━━ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 ! 🩷

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 🩷 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻. 🩷

[ 1 ] :   INTRO.  hi! my name is mae, i'm 25, i use she/her pronouns & i go by est. this is my highly - selective, low activity rp blog for angel dust of "haz.bin hotel." icon border, header template, theme template & psd are both by jessources. all graphics here are made by me unless stated otherwise.

[ 2 ] :   ETIQUETTE.  you know the rules.  no godmodding, bigotry, racism, forcing ships, or hate of any kind . just be a decent person i don't do well with drama & i dislike callout culture & i won't be participating in it in any way. of course i want to know who to avoid, but i would prefer these things to be handled & discussed privately & maturely. if any drama occurs or has occurred with someone i know, i am open to discussing it calmly & in private. another thing i won't tolerate is hate for certain ships or characters on this blog. i am here to explore all dynamics.

[ 3 ] :   FOLLOWING.  if i follow you,  it means i want to write with you! . if not, it's likely because i can't see our muses clicking well or that i am unfamiliar with the fandom. i will soft block if you don't make an effort to interact with me ooc or ic for some time. i will block you if you break any of my rules.

[ 4 ] :   TRIGGERS & NSFW. triggers you might find on this blog include: themes of heavy drug use/substance abuse, addiction, SA, suicidal ideation, SW slurs, self harm, child abuse, abusive relationships, guns, depression, and disassociation. i will be tagging triggers as: "trigger cw" & will happily tag anything if asked. my own triggers include: dissociation/depersonalization/derealization, body horror, trypophobia, & eye gore. i'm happy to write nsfw themes so long as we've spoken beforehand! obviously, there will be sexual themes here as well. i will never write it with anyone who is uncomfortable with doing so; i, however, am perfectly fine writing it. sidenote: angel is intersex as well as hypersexual - he is also a gay man; while he does provide his services to and work with women, he does it for that reason only. i will only be shipping angel with non-female muses.

[ 5 ] :   ACTIVITY & FORMATTING.  my activity is typically sporadic no matter the blog. i do have a life outside of rp & my own mental health to look after. sometimes i'm able to write many replies a day, others only one or none at all. patience in regards to replies is much appreciated & expected. my lengths are usually multi para but they can be shorter or longer depending. never be afraid to send random asks, multiple memes, or turn answers into threads! i love collecting a variety of prompts, but i’m privy to deleting them if they’ve been sitting for awhile or if i can’t think of anything good enough, same goes for threads. sometimes i’ll post one-liner starter calls, but you never have to match my length exactly but i do expect something to go off of. i use small, bold, & italic text. you also do not have to match my formatting & i implore you to tell me if you need it changed for accessibility purposes. my eyesight is not the best, so i ask you to please avoid screenshot-ed replies or using too much fancy text.

[ 6 ] :   SHIPPING. i love shipping with all my heart, exploring dynamics no matter what they may entail is my favorite thing, and i implore you to come to me if you'd like to explore a dynamic of any kind with our muses! note that angel as a whole is very flirtatious. this does not always mean he is interested. angel is also an adult film star, this does not mean he is interested should your muses sleep together. while i am willing to explore toxic dynamics, i will never, ever write acts of SA. lastly, i only ship angel with husk at this time. that being said, if you write husk i will never assume you want to ship with me, personally. if you write valentino, i am open to exploring pre-canon val.angel as well as au's with the two.

[ 7 ] :   VERSES. i will make a post to attach to this later describing them in greater detail (as well as angel's backstory), but my verses for angel are in life, pre-contract, pre-hotel, swap angel based on this au, and an overlord au.

[wolfkcst]

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @ducktastic-dad

There's a deadpanned expression on their face, their gaze glancing down slightly at the King of Hell who decided to make some kind of joke..? Or was it an odd way in flirting? Either way, Eivor stared down at him with confusion. ❝... Would you eat me, then?❞ They don't get it...

[holymost]

hey so my bank account is almost empty, and I would very much like it not to be! so I will be taking some low-priced commissions!

I make rp icon borders, so if you would like more information on them, please see the link provided here: X.

and if you're not interested in icon borders,

Prices for artwork are "pay what you want", with a minimum of 5 USD. Larger and fully lined+colored+shaded pieces will have a minimum of 10 USD. This is due to the fact I am severely mentally ill and it takes a lot of energy out of me to draw.

WHAT I WILL NOT DO :

NSFW

Mecha

Some specific media (MLP, Haz.bin Hotel/Hell.uva Boss, etc. ask me when commissioning to see if I will do the media!)

Replicating artstyles from media (just a skill issue on my part)

S/A, pedophilia, racism, any form of bigotry, incest, and generally anything a sane person would find disgusting and bad.

please note that art commissions may take a longer time depending on how big and what you want(sketch, lineart, etc). I'm also not the best at anatomy for humanoid things so please be considerate!

I ALSO have a redbubble and ko-fi if you simply just want to donate to me.

ko-fi link: X.

redbubble link: X. (I plan to make more designs in the future, I just need inspiration)

thank you for any support!!

[fidelixcorde]

Taylor's Haz.bin Timeline

Trigger Warning Ahead: Suicide, Mature Themes, Abuse Mentions

Taylor became a serial killer by fourteen while in foster care, often targeting the people who were abusing her and her foster siblings. No matter what house she went to, people died or disappeared. Her favored method was poisoning people with anything she got her hands on, including bleach or rat poison, but she has a fondness for arsenic.

She died in 1977 at the age of 24, and she manifested into Hell during an Extermination Day. She almost died within five minutes of arriving, and only by using her tail to poison the Exorcist that cornered her did she save her own life; she stole the angelic forged dagger and ran to hide out the event.

The reason Taylor died was because she killed her last victim and stole his car. It was a classic model 1957 Mustang; she got caught with it, and so she decided to use the last of her poison to kill herself to avoid being arrested.

Her love of poisoning her victims has manifested into giving her an imp-like tail in her Sinner form with a sharp barbed tip that can pump venom into the bodies of those she stabs with it. Their blood curdles and they vomit green sludge for hours.

Taylor was discovered by Alastor in her hiding space, as he had seen her fight off an Exorcist and was impressed by her skill. Due to her unique ability, he planned to try and trick her into a deal, but Taylor wasn't having it, so they agreed instead to enter a mentorship; Alastor would teach Taylor how to navigate Hell to survive, and Taylor in exchange would become his new bodyguard.

They eventually grow into a friendship of sorts. Taylor genuinely likes Alastor's power and his sense of humor, and Alastor, who always favors women above anyone else, enjoys having some unexpected muscle when he doesn't feel like using his demonic form to intimidate people. By the 1990's, Alastor begins teaching Taylor how to make deals of her own to climb the ranks and become an Overlord herself.

Taylor was present during the infamous poker game between Alastor and Husk that lost Husk his Overlord title. They don't get along right away because of this, but due to Taylor treating Husk with more respect, he eventually thaws out a little.

Niffty is, in Taylor's opinion, one of the funniest people she knows. They get along fairly well.

When Alastor vanished unexpectedly for seven years, Taylor took over his deals and contracted souls to keep things running. She's earned herself some of her own contracts, and Rosie is another demon she looks up to for guidance. When Alastor returned, Taylor handed him his contracts back and slipped back into her usual role as bodyguard.

She joins the Haz.bin Hotel at Alastor's request to be added security for the Hotel. She doesn't believe redemption is possible, but she doesn't argue, simply accepting her new role; besides, her room is nice and spacious, and rent is free. Who is Taylor to argue against free room and board?

Over the course of time in season 1, Taylor's feelings about redemption begin to turn around. She doesn't think Charlie knows what she's doing, but it's hard not to get caught up in the optimism about the idea. Maybe redemption is possible? But unless they can prove it, she will remain skeptical.

She becomes exceptionally close to Angel Dust due to some shared trauma, entering a sibling like relationship. Her fingers itch to kill Valentino, but she bides her time.

She does fight to protect the Hotel; she kills about a dozen Exorcists, and she steals one of their masks as a trophy, as well as six different angelic forged weapons, like a sword, and a battle axe. The axe is her favorite; she begins carrying it everywhere.

[spoonbenders]

haz.bin hotel fans and bo.jack horseman fans beefing is very funny because its literally like redditors vs SJWs if it was real and noone was winning

[boundcd]

((i'm probably going to be writing more of silas' haz..bin hotel/hel..luva boss verse. the proper tag is #━━ ▸ ⦂ ⋰ * ☾ 〈 𝓋 || ℐ𝓃𝓉𝑜 ℋ𝑒𝓁𝓁 〉 and ill also just be tagging it with haz.bin hotel //))

[heartscfvalor]

Introducing: Lucifer and Vaggie

Looks like you could use some help From the Big Boss of Hell itself!

Lucifer is the King of Hell, a fallen seraphim angel who gave the humans free will after falling in love with Lilith, Adam's first wife, and enticing Eve with the apple. Described as a "dreamer", Lucifer had a lot of big thoughts and emotions over humanity, wanting to really expand on them and see where their creativity would take them, but in giving Eve the apple -- either metaphorically or literally -- he instead allowed darkness and wickedness to come to earth. In punishment, Lucifer and Lilith were sent to Hell, never to see Heaven again.

Growing despondent with the sinners coming to Hell and being filled with nothing but coldness and cruelty for each other, Lucifer ended up pulling back from his kingdom, allowing Lilith to run it for the most part; he greatly admired her power and her beauty, loving her with his entire self, and at some point, they conceived their daughter, Charlotte Morningstar, nicknamed Charlie. She is truly the apple of his eye, bending over backwards to try and make her happy, but as she grew older, the more awkward things became, especially when Lucifer and Lilith eventually split up.

Despite thinking that Charlie's dream for her Haz.bin H.otel is a little off the wall and kooky, Lucifer remembers what it's like to have big dreams, and he supports his daughter in every endeavor. He's quite thrilled that she's found love, and while he's not Alastor's biggest fan, he's willing to tolerate the R.adio D.emon for Charlie's sake. When they rebuild the Hotel, Lucifer adds rubber duck decor everywhere in hidden spaces, as an inside joke between himself and Charlie.

Need you to know I love you More than anything

Vaggie was once one of the most ruthless Exorcists in Heaven, so much so that Adam considered her his favorite, which...not really an honor, is it?

Unfortunately, due to being an angel, Vaggie has a more compassionate nature than she might want anyone to know about; during an Extermination Day, she came across a very small and helpless Sinner that was almost childlike, stirring feelings of empathy and guilt. She urged the Sinner to make a run for it, and in retribution, one of Vaggie's "sisters" Lute ripped one of her eyes out, before cutting her wings off. Leaving Vaggie bleeding out on the street, Lute and Adam left her behind, so Vaggie was able to find a place to hide until the Extermination was done.

What no one expected was for Vaggie to be found by Charlie Morningstar, who mistook her for an injured demon and took her in to nurse her back to health. During this period of time, Vaggie grew to fall in love with Charlie, finding that her gentle nature was exceptionally appealing and sweet, and Charlie in turn fell in love with Vaggie.

Armed with a celestial spear, Vaggie is both the Hotel's manager and Charlie's main protector. She has a great distrust towards anyone who she deems a threat, especially the other angels, and she's quite harsh when she feels the moment calls for it. Despite this, she believes wholeheartedly in Charlie's ideas for Redemption, and she hopes to help Charlie succeed in saving Sinners.

[lcftcult]

I just thought of something, guys!

What if there was a kid friendly version of Haz.bin Hotel?  Now.. what would it be called....?

HAZBRO HOTEL.

[lovinggreeniehours]

slip away, slip away

↳ mandela × lucifer morningstar (haz.bin hotel)

↳ 1.3k words | hurt/comfort :) | tws: some swearing, talks about (bad) past relationships, nothing too heavy

↳ i don't think i will use the tag list because this one is um. very personal and self indulgent. but reblogs are always welcome regardless jgsdhjfdgj this isn't edited though just bear with me :') i only wanted to candledapple

Mandela was unused to this. It could simply adapt to plush pillows and silk bedsheets. To the gorgeous palace and the power that engulfed you just by standing in it. What it couldn't get over was the warmth of its company.

There was an arm loosely wrapped around its waist. Mandela hadn't the courage to even look Lucifer in the face at the moment.

He was fast asleep though, snoring softly, adorably, when Mandela jolted awake. Its movements felt sluggish as it waded out of bed, as if its dreams had left poison in their wake.

Mandela couldn't think. It only gritted its teeth and fled from the warmth of the bed. What usually felt so nice, like Lucifer's touch and the softness bed was suddenly suffocating. Scathing, maybe. Unreal. Fleeting.

Before it knew it, it found its way into the portrait hall, where everything felt debilitatingly worse.

Its fists clenched and unclenched, trying to rid themselves of the phantom sensations still lingering there, and it did its best to focus on the sight of Hell outside the window. Red sky stretching over the land. Shadow painting the buildings below. Various fires throughout the town. Any miniscule detail to distract from the feeling sparking in its chest. And the paintings looming behind them. As focused as it was however, it felt the air change when he entered the hall.

"Sweetheart?"

Mandela flinched. Something in it ached at the grogginess of his voice.

"I hope I didn't wake you." It murmured.

"Nah," It felt him sidle up next to them by the large window. Lucifer punctuated his statement with a yawn. "You're fine, love. But why are you outside?"

Mandela clenched its jaw. It felt caught between wanting to scream or dissipating into thin air.

"..Dela? You.. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." It forced through its teeth, leaning forward on the windowsill. Its elbows propped against it, it rested its head in its cupped palms.

"You don't look very fine."

It couldn't reply. Didn't know how.

In the corner of its eye, it caught sight of Lucifer's hand reaching towards it. Its eyes flashed. It took a step back, moving as one does from a stove after getting burned. Now turned, it could see in perfect view as Lucifer's expression completely fell.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"You don't love me." Mandela decided. "You don't, you can't."

"What?"

It completely missed the tone of his voice, taking its words like fuel to a fire.

"That's.. It's just impossible." It laughed, eyes flashing. "I mean.. I mean, I'm not Lilith or anything. Why would.. Why would you ever..?"

Mandela hiccuped, suddenly registering the warm liquid beading in the corners of its eyes. Hot red wax trickled down its face; a cheap imitation of human tears. In all honesty, Mandela thought it was worse than crying normally.

"Why would you love me?" It scoffed, angrily rubbing away the wax.

Then it looked up. It was as if the growing heat inside of it completely froze over at Lucifer's expression.

His eyebrows knitted together in an uncertain frown, eyes averted, the rest of him fidgeting where he stood. Like he didn't know what to do with himself. Like he was trying to be angry, but simply couldn't.

Mandela wanted to die all over again.

"W-Wait." It backtracked. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that wasn't.. That was uncalled for."

Hesitantly, it reached out, not quite all the way to the middle, afraid more than anything that he would reject its touch. Nevermind, how much it deserved that rejection. Eventually, the hand dropped back to its side.

"I had a bad dream. I.. I'm not feeling my best right now. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

Lucifer seemed to turn the words over in his head for a bit. As Mandela was preparing to step away, his hand slowly reached across the divide between them. He began playing with his partner's fingers.

"Apology accepted." He murmured.

Mandela nodded, watching his gaze drift from out the window to something back inside the building.

"I'm also.. sorry. About not being able to take that down."

Mandela followed his eyes, and found itself meeting the gaze of Lilith instead. Or rather, the enormous painting of her hanging in the corridor.

But it wasn't just her there. That was the royal family portrait. Queen Lilith, then sitting in front of her, Princess Charlie, probably less than ten years of age at the time of painting; and finally, by their side to complete the perfect family visual, was Lucifer himself. King Lucifer Morningstar.

Begrudgingly, Mandela admitted he still looked rather nice up there.

"It's.. fine." Mandela muttered. "I understand. I'm not asking you to take it down. They're still your family, after all."

Lucifer hummed sadly. He took a small step forward, untwining their hands to instead use his to cup Mandela's face. His thumb moved lightly over its cheek.

"The wax is dry already.." He pouted, making Mandela crack a smile.

Then Lucifer said, "Y'know, you don't have to replace Lilith to mean the world to me."

Mandela blinked.

He continued. "She.. Um, well, she was a part of my life then. She's the mother to my child. But it's you I want, Dela. You know that, right?"

Did it?

Mandela drew its hands together, locking its fingers uncomfortably tight, hoping the pain might stave off the anxious flips of its stomach. Eventually, it sighed, and began the confession:

"You.." It winced, growing embarrassed and quiet. "You let go of my hand. In the dream. That's why I was so snappy earlier. We were walking in the dream, but then Lilith reappeared from out of no where, and you just.. Dropped my hand. Like I turned into thin air. A-And then you went to her. And I never saw you again.."

"Oh, honey.."

"It happened a lot." It added. "When I was alive. When I did anything.. wrong."

Anything that annoyed him. Anything that inconvenienced him. Anything less than pretty, perfect girlfriend.

"He'd disappear too. But not for more than a few days. Just enough for it to feel like a punishment." But it has no doubt anymore that the only thing that kept him there had been pity. Mandela used to be so easy to make cry.

It couldn't look its partner in the eye. Lucifer would never do that. He knew what it was like to be cast aside for simply being himself. But Mandela couldn't quite shake the feeling. Not yet. Heat began to dance over its skin. It wouldn't be long before the dried wax on its cheeks would begin to trickle down again.

It's thrown off by the anger in his voice when he next spoke.

"That is such bullshit."

"It's. Okay. I guess." It flushed, red tears fully flowing again. "It feels silly now that I'm awake and talking to you."

"It's not silly." Lucifer huffed. He placed his other hand on the other side of Mandela's face. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, it did.

Lucifer raised himself a little higher, standing on his tiptoes, to press a kiss against the crown of Mandela's head. His lips lingered there for a long, painstaking moment. Just long enough that its skin begins to relax under the touch. Just long enough that its recoil behind to melt away, allowing it to properly bask in the affection of its partner. It felt.. nice, it thought. Mandela couldn't remember the last time it ever had a nice kiss before being with Lucifer. Not even from when they were still alive.

Soon after, it was pulled into a tight hug. One that it reciprocated immediately, fists clinging to the material of his shirt despite itself. There was still the fear of being shaken off of everything it allowed itself to latch onto. Instead, Lucifer's grip always grew tighter; almost challenging.

"I will never let go of you. Ever."

[sucordera]

RULES.   ❧

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[wolfkcst]

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @hellmxses

The moment the tall sinner picked the wolf-kissed up, they immediately went for biting his arm with a low growl. This is their life - being picked up only to bite the person picking them up. ❝Put me down, Angel. This is your last warning.❞