#hazbin hotel romantic

[vendetta-ari]

this is an excuse for you to do ANYONE YOU WANT... but they have to be fem. idk its the lesbian in me- and make it sweet!

call me crazy but I'm doing emily again, a continuation to this <- (Word count: 600, short and sweet folks. short stand very, very sweet.)

Emily made it to hell, with sheer willpower and love for her girlfriend alone. being in hell was bad enough but it smelt heavily of rotting corpses and burning soot.

You couldn't help but widen your eyes when your girlfriend decided to just pop into your room in the hotel with a golden portal above her, still looking as cute and adorable as ever. still, this definitely wasnt support to happen- you wouldn't complain though.

"it smells like blood!" Emily exclaims, looking mortified. "And- and it smells like-"

You answer for her. "Sex, that's sex you're smelling, emi'.." a soft snicker escapes your lips. "how exactly are you here, angel? not that I'm complainin' or anythin' but- just uh...how?"

After a few moments of Emily adorably panicking that she was in hell; the literal opposite place of where she should be, you manage to calm her down with a few simple kisses to the cheek and murmurs of her name. quite the effective strategy! you'll have to pat yourself on the back for that one later, that's for sure. "Emi, relax angel. just, tell me why and how you got here."

Emily simply gives you a shrug, the real answer would he a convoluted lengthy and confusing mess to understand, and both you and Emily know there isn't time for that. and Emily doesnt even really need to explain why she's here, you both know very well. she doesn anyway though; "I missed you..a lot, angel." you cant help but find it funny that an angel, more specifically your girlfriend angel, call you- a devil, angel. it never fails to be anything short of hilarious.

You open your arms wide for your adoring girlfriend, she made it all to way from heaven for you. you! a measly devil. you cant resist making a shitty joke at her expense "so did it hurt when ya fell from heaven, angel?" you beam, very proudly.

Emily doesnt seem all that amused, she chuckles sarcastically. She quickly finds herself crawling onto the couch you have in the custom hotel room you were given. she snuggles up next to you, her wings unfurling and puffing out. "The room is nice.." She whispers, changing the subject temporarily. her delicate hand finding it's way on your chest as she rested her head on her shoulder "and..to answer your question, no it didn't hurt when I fell from heaven. I'd do it a million times just for you.."

You lovingly flick her forehead I'm return, petting her now twitching wings as you run your hands up and down her back "yeah, I love you too, ya sap..." you murmur lowly. in reality, you're just as much as a sap as her. acting like a docile puppy around her while everyone else faces your wrath.

Emily pecks you on the lips quickly and almost a bit shy, despite how many times you've kissed, she cant get over how amazing you look, her girlfriend- despite being a devil. is the best thing Emily's ever had. "I love you, my favorite devil." she mumbles as her eyes droop and her chin rests on your shoulder comfortably

You pick up in her tiredness, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you kiss her forehead and rub her back. "I love you too, my sweet and pure angel."

Your sweetheart soon falls asleep on your shoulder comfortably. softly snoring and drooling, you decide to keep her dignity intact and not take a picture no matter how string the urge is. "rest up, my darling angel."

♡♡♡

IDK WHAT POSSESSED ME TO DO EMI OF ALL PPL BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY, MADE IT SWEET ASF ILYSM MWA MWAH MWAHMWA HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ATLEAST SOMEWHAT!! (guys I hope I'm still semi ok at writing wtf I'm scared 😭🙏)

~Xoxo, Ari

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[greykolla-art]

My favourite thing about Alastor is his hoard of gal pals!

He’s just a cool and charming dude that women feel comfortable around…And is also a power hungry eldritch horror.👌👌👌

[akaisenhatake]

quick doodle of the pookies 💛🤍

[angietswing]

✨ COMMISSION OF @jinkycanon ✨ Ask for your drawing too uwu ❤️

Halloween is almost here and there will be lots of drawings 🍁🍂

[wispurring-moss]

🍾💋✨️🩷🧡

i looooove this trope with them, but it's even funnier to me if the thought has never even crossed Husk's mind until Angel brings it up to him first at some point~ x3c

[auteurdefeu]

I keep thinking a lot about Alastor’s wound from an angelic weapon… that’s not meant to heal on its own, and Lucifer knows it. Those things are meant to be fatal, and it’s by some unholy miracle that the Radio Demon is still standing and pretending that nothing was wrong. But of course, Lucifer knows. It’s hard to ignore when he reeks so strongly of angelic energy.

He swears to himself that any act of kindness he shows Alastor is to spare Charlie, but he’s noticed that most of the hotel’s residence seems to have a growing fondness for him, aside from maybe Husker. So perhaps it’s to spare them all the worry that he ignores yet another pointed comment on his height to instead call out the injury.

Alastor denies it. Not that he thinks he could convince the devil himself otherwise, but it was always fun to get under his skin, be as frustrating as possible. He insists he’s perfectly fine, that looking for his weaknesses would be a bad look on Lucifer if Charlie found out. As much as he hates his daughter being used against him, Lucifer reminds himself that he’s doing this for her to begin with.

Alastor doesn’t move when he steps closer, though, baring his teeth with his signature smile as his eyes narrowed in warning. Lucifer cocks his head to the side, eyes glossing over with a golden glow as he feels the remnants of a holy injury, how wide it stretched across his torso and how deep of a laceration. If it wasn’t so infuriating that Alastor thought himself better by just pretending to be uninjured, lying to the very girl that welcomed him in with open arms, it might’ve been impressive how long he stood in his current state.

When Lucifer reaches out, sharp claws wrap around his wrist in a warning, not yet breaking skin or pushing him away. Lucifer just stared back at the Radio Demon, knowing that no civil words would be said if either of them opened their mouths. They were both stubborn. Eventually, Alastor’s grip slackens and the King’s hand pushes closer until it’s pressed flat against his chest. Though bandage and cloth remained between, a light started to shimmer, seeping out of the sinner and into the fingertips of Lucifer, where it dispersed into his natural glow. Any further mending went unseen, but a well-masked tension seemed to have left Alastor soon enough.

Upon pulling away, there was an unspoken agreement that they weren’t to discuss what had happened here. Alastor having a moment of weakness and Lucifer showing mercy upon him were not narratives they wished to spread. If Alastor became just a tad less bitter in each conversation he shared with Lucifer after that, it could easily be blamed on the fact he was no longer bleeding out, rather than any genuine appreciation he might’ve had for him.

[wolfer13579]

Alastor: Last year, I married my best friend.

Charlie: Aww!

Alastor: Lucifer is still mad about it, but Rosie and I were drunk and thought it was funny.

[manchicasanchez]

⚠️Helluva Boss Spoilers ⚠️

They like to fight... 😈👊♥️

Stolas in the background: 😦

[chaoticace2005]

Angel: Straight people real?

Husk: Nah, go back to bed. You had a nightmare.

Angel: Oh thank god.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiiii can you do a jealous Alastor but not of anyone but his own shadows bc his wifey takes a liking on one of his shadows.

Oooh! I like this quite a lot! It’s very interesting and unique! Once again, beloved hubby Alastor! Another one I want to explore hubby of is Blitz. I think Blitz would make a good hubby

Alastor- Picking Favourites

Alastor’s furious, steaming from his deer-like ears so hot that it’s basically boiling him… did somebody hurt his ego? No. Did Angel Dust sexually advance on him again? No. Did his breakfast get interrupted by the Hotel Manager? NO. Nothing has inconvenienced him but something awful has been happening, day by day, that he can barely keep his composure

Hearing your laughter directed at something else felt like a puncture stab wound to his throat, but knowing your laughter is directed at his mere sentient shadow basically gutted him in the stomach with a sharp butcher knife right after. You’re his wife, his missus, his realm, the woman he has been fawning over for so long and you’re hitting it up with his sentient silent shadow?!

Of course, Alastor’s fascinating lively shadow is just being nice to it’s master’s recently wedded spouse, and is trying to get you accustom to being around so much Voodoo magic and the weirdness that is Alastor himself so it’s being all caring and leading you about, showing you items and teaching you Alastor’s favourite foods

But that doesn’t mean Alastor isn’t jealous… because he is, he’s really jealous

Whilst he reads through a interesting crime fiction novel, Alastor’s tall fluffy deer-like ears flick up at the sound of your voice. He can’t sense his voodoo-magic induced shadow, meaning that it’s wondered off to you and as he suspected, you enter your husband’s soothingly silent fireplace-warmed accompanied by Alastor’s sentient shadow. It cant really talk but it makes all kinds of humming and echoey noises. It almost seems like you understand it…

Alastor’s patience, throughout every time he hears this, has finally shattered to pieces as his claws dig into the book in his hand, snapping his fingers. The shadow directly mirroring your husband’s look, fades away into thin air as if it was a big fire and a bucket of water was dumped on the top of it, rising up into streams of smoke. It’s gone and you’re confused on why it disappeared

“Darling. Why are you getting so handsy with my friend?”

Alastor almost growls out with his deep scowl… this is possibly the first ever time you and Hell will ever see Alastor frown and frown so deeply he is… it’s kinda unnatural to look at but when Alastor willingly frowns and can’t pull himself to smile, it means he is more than pissed off… you didn’t think just being polite and going along with your husband’s voodoo magic shadow being would ever cause a problem

It’s just that Alastor’s love for you is so strong that it causes jealousy to concur and even jealousy over just some magic creating a shadowy being. Something that is sentient but mainly tied to it’s owner, to Alastor and he is jealous of his own creation

Approaching your beloved husband, the Radio Demon, you lean over, pushing back his somewhat messy crimson red bangs and kisses directly over the pale red almost bullet-sized ‘x’ on the flesh of his forehead. That ‘x’ is the biggest weak spot on Alastor, a symbol of his shame and where his pride can be hurt the most but he doesn’t mind showing off all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities to you… he had already told you about his human life

What’s one little kiss on that ‘x’ going to do?

Pulling back. It’s almost like the single kiss had melted away all his anger and Alastor is now just a soft innocent fluffy little fawn with his crimson red eyes almost sparkling at the affection. He didn’t suspect that, he suspected this’d turn into some big fight but you’re not going to argue, you’re going to explain yourself

“Alastor… Al, my love. I wasn’t replacing you with your shadow buddy. He was just trying to help me get accustom to being your wife. I’ve never been married before and being married to the Radio Demon… it’s. It requires a lot of adjusting so he was just trying to help”

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his half temper tantrum. Of course, why would his shadow even care about having a spouse of its own? It doesn’t, it cares about you being the best wife for its master so it’s trying to help and get you more comfortable. Yes, he is still jealous that you didn’t come to him and go to a shadow… but he does really appreciate all the effort and the wish to not rely on him in order to impress him

After taking a deep breath whilst placing his bigger clawed hand on the smaller clawed hand of yours over his cheek, gently fondling the soft skin over his face. Alastor rhythmically brushes his own fingers over the smooth skin of your hand briefly. Controlling himself, controlling his emotions and then finally saying whilst opening his eyes again to meet yours

Just… such beautiful eyes

“My dear… I appreciate the efforts but please, don’t think you can’t come to me to learn. We’re husband and wife, we work together. You don’t need to go to my friends for that advice”

[spacebubblehomebase]

📻🍎 I know Alastor's Shadow conveys his true feelings at times, but what if his random background music does too? XD Meanwhile, Luci's just there to give our deer friend a little smooch! 🥰💕✨️

Also I am proud to announce that I'm officially on break from school. Which means it's back to your regularly not scheduled programming of #HHStargazersAU content from me! Please look forward to it! Because I'm just as excited to share my Chaggie & Radioapple story to you all once again! =D -Bubbly💙

[heartless-aro]

The thing is, I don’t care that much about the actual act of someone shipping aromantic characters nearly as much as I care about the biases and amatanormative beliefs that underlie so many people’s decision to do so. The problem isn’t that individual people ship aromantic characters sometimes. It’s the fact that shipping aromantic characters or expressing disappointment that a character is aromantic and thus “can’t be shipped” almost seems to be the default in fandom spaces. Aromantic representation, especially nonpartnering aromantic representation, is treated as something that will “ruin people’s fun” (see: the Hazbin Hotel creator explaining why she won’t say whether or not Alastor is aromantic).

And yes, SOME aromantic people can still date or have non-romantic partners. But the fact that some people are so vehemently against the idea of fictional characters being nonpartnering is still something to be questioned.

Because, really, that’s the crux of the issue. It’s perfectly fine if people like the idea of an aromantic character being partnering or romance favorable. In fact, it would be wonderful to see more characters written as partnering and/or romance favorable aromantics. But when someone ONLY shows interest in characters being partnering or favorable aros in response to those same characters being interpreted as nonpartnering, it often comes across less as a desire to have representation for partnering and favorable aros and more as an opposition to having representation for nonpartnering aros.

[helluvapoison]

Lend A Helping Hand

Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Vaggie and Husk need help preening

warnings: possible innacurate bird knowledge, heaven headcanons (also probably innacurate) illusions to sexual behavior but it’s not

[ii]

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˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Lilith used help… when she was around. The thought of asking someone else, much less the act itself, scorched him with guilt

• Oh well. Lucifer did it before, Heaven had rules about it, so he can do it again! And of course he did! It doesn’t mean it’s not an excruciatingly long process he puts off as long as he can tolerate

• You walk in on him attempting to strain his arms in ways they certainly shouldn’t bend. “Need some help?”

• “Pfft, who me? No, no, no I—“ He pauses. It’s like the predicament he’s been caught in settles in slowly, his smile dropping and crimson irises widening to rival a puppy’s cuteness. “Yes.” He admits meekly

• Your fingers barely touch his feathers and Lucifer jolts. Like him, his wings are so sensative

• Don’t take it personally when he tries to back out after that, cheeks bright red from embarrassment. He has six wings and can barely tolerate your touch as is. This could take a while, he already feels bad

• After a teaspoon more of convincing and a gallon of reassurance later, Lucifer sits as still as he can (which isn’t very) while you gently break open the pin feathers

• You could tease if you wanted, make a joke to try and settle his nerves but something tells you his wings aren’t the only thing that’s sensitive

• Lucifer appreciates your assistance and tenderness more than words can describe, nothing seems like a big enough gift to reward your hard work

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Usually it’s Lute that would help him (and vice versa if he feels like it) but she’s nowhere to be found. He can’t casually ask anyone else. Heaven and its inhabitants can be weird about certain shit, preening is no exception— even though everyone has wings here!

• Walking past Adam’s office, you heard a crash and a lot of swearing. “Sir, are you—?”

“Unless you’re gonna help, fuck right off!” He growls from the ground, still reaching at an awkward angle for his wings

• He’s shocked when you sit on your knees beside him and swat his hand away. “If you make this weird, I will leave.” You warn. He doesn’t dare make even a single comment

• Adam shivers when your fingers glide into his feathers. You wave it off the first time but can’t stop a laugh when it happens again

Face first into the carpet, his loud voice is muffled, “Shut! Up!”

• You take pity on him and don’t drag the process longer than necessary. Awarding yourself a final pet of his oddly soft wings, you stand up, “There. All better?”

• Rising to his feet and giving his wings an experimental stretch, he shrugs nonchalantly, “Thanks. I guess.”

• The next day, you receive a basket from Goody-2-Shoes with various snacks. The card reads, ‘Let me know when I can return the favor. Wings don’t have to be included. ~ A’

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• You know she needs help when she’s more irritable than usual. Snapping at everyone, even Adam, and flinching when her wings move in the slightest

• Approaching the subject with her is harder than anyone. As aforementioned it’s unspokenly taboo but that isn’t what stops her. Lute’s deep rooted issues with intimacy and needing help will make her walls thicker than ever

• “This is inappropriate,” Lute whispers.

In the dead of night she’s finally allowed you to assist but keeps fidgeting and surveying the area like someone will catch you two.

“It is not,” You roll your eyes, “Get your mind out of the gutter and be still! I’ll have you’ll feeling better in no time.”

• She seriously, seriously doubts that. Anything she can’t do herself, amongst certain divine exceptions, no one could do for her

• …But she’s letting you help (and your adept fingers are doing a better job) So either she doesn’t fully believe that, or you miraculously raised her expectations

• Lute decides the latter is acceptable– and a compliment, especially since you prove her wrong. Triple checking her wings, she can’t find a flaw or deny how wonderful they feel now.

• “This is adequate.”

You snort, “You could just say thanks?”

“How can I repay you?”

“I just told you.”

• She narrows her eyes, shocked and suspicious that you wouldn’t want anything. Lute, again, decides that your endeavor deserves an equal act of goodwill. Don’t take it for granted when she says, “No. I owe you one. One.”

˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• She genuinely forgets what’s wrong with her when she needs to preen. Even with her wings folded away, the irritable pricking can be felt. She’s itching the back of her neck, hand clawing under the crew of her shirt and dipping between her shoulder blades when you ask when’s the last time she checked for pin feathers

• Vaggie’s always been independent. Up in Heaven she was a bit cocky with the fact she never needed help to reach them. Now, she felt helpless and stupid. Her arms cramped up, her hair kept getting in the way and the itching only progressed

• “Can I–?”

“No.” Her ivory eyes go wide, surprised at the fury of her own voice. Sighing and avoiding your (what she assumed was a) pitiful gaze, she apologizes. “Sorry. I don’t know why I… I used to be able to do this alone.”

Pausing at how defeated Vaggie sounds, you do your best to keep a positive, neutral tone.

“Cut yourself some slack, you haven’t done this in years. And, y’know, you don’t have to do it alone now. Not if you don’t want.”

• Smiling at the offer hanging in the air but not quite accepting, she goes about her managerial duties only to knock on your door afterwards

• Vaggie’s so grateful you can’t see how dark her face becomes as you sort through her wings. They’re not sensitive, they never were– it’s something about your fingers delicately touching her that cracks her resolve. Now she starts to understand why this was seen as an intimate act upstairs

• “Thanks for…” Still blushing, she gestures to her wings before hiding them, “Thanks.”

You try to keep up with her indifference but can’t help the smile spreading across your face.

“No problem.”

• If you think she’s not replaying the moment over and over in her head for days afterwards, you’re wrong. Vaggie’s desperately waiting for the moment to be just as useful to you

˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He’s hardly a fan of Angel touching him the way he does so a solid relationship is required to unlock the level of trust needed for this activity

• The first time it happens when you’re in his life, he won’t ask but also doesn’t reject the offer. Just looks extremely hesitant and uncomfortable

• Carefully, you pinch the rough layer and eye Husk from over his shoulder

• He breathes out a laugh, “Gonna take more than that to hurt me, sugar. Go on, I’ll be fine.”

• His wings might be the least sensitive… but that could also be all that alcohol in his system

• Husk hums as you work. After he gives a big, cat-like stretch and thanks you with a tip of his hat

• The simple gesture means more than you know, he’ll never forget it

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ accidentally on purpose put them from most to least sensitive wings hehehe

big big big BIG thank you to @kottenox for the inspiration and letting me take this idea and run!

[puffymucher]

SCREAMI G GOING FERAL AT THE BARS OF MY CAGE SLAMMING

literally multiple times in this fic i nearly threw my phone/POS (its a sign of I NEED TO HAPPY STIM) GUYS LOOOOOK

id kiss you so hard /p if you did something with velvette having lowkey more cat traits.. purring and retractable claws... fangs... if you LOVE LOVE a cat/dog dynamic, maybe throw in a hell hound body guard reader?? hmm?? if you wanna write a specific blurb instead of headcannons, maybe her making biscuits? nuzzling into the reader, getting all physically touchy after a hard day of work etc

Mwah! gotta feed my favorite artist :3

I've had a rlly stong urge to write velvette so this was great, i decided to mix up my ideas with yours so yea lol

Enjoy this drabble hun!!

The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, you've always loved baking with your girlfriend, velvette. While she never really did much of cooking you enjoyed the time spent with her anyway. She tapped her claws on the marble counters, just standing there looking pretty. She was scrolling through the latest news before her pupils dilated at the sight of the cookies immediately trying to snatch one out of the tray. Your hand caught her, stopping her from grabbing one while chuckling “Not yet Vel, they're still hot. Have some patience for Lucifer's sake!” You placed down the tray while petting her, her soft ears folding down at your touch. She mumbled something along the lines of “i don't care if it's hot i want one now”  you scooped her up and walked her over to the couch “Hey! put me the fuck down you dumb dog!-” 

You growled at the name calling before dropping her on the couch. “Happy?”

“Yea, good puppy.” 

You blushed at the name looking away from her “call me that again and i swear you aren't getting any cookies” 

“That's not fair!” Velvette whined

“And I don't care." You rolled your eyes before sitting down on the couch next to her “they need to cool down anyway, what do you wanna do in the meantime?” Velvette grabbed the remote controller. “Wanna watch a movie?” You nodded, before laying down on her thighs, yea you knew she was gonna tease you about it but you were too comfy to give a shit. “Comfy down there?” You mumbled a quick ‘fuck you’ before nodding your head. Her hand scratched a tuft of your hair, petting your upright hellhound ears, you tried to ignore the fact your long and fluffy tail was wagging. Before scrolling through ‘Voxflix’ for a while you decided no movies were good enough to watch. You got up from the couch and stretched. “Mkay, they're probably done cooling down by now. You can finally have one now and stop your whining” Velvette rolled her eyes before yawning, her sharp fangs showing before getting up and walking over to grab a cookie following your lead. 

You grabbed two cookies and handed one to her. She bit down on it, almost accidentally biting your hand. She smiled happily at the taste, hugging you and cuddling up next to you. Nuzzling herself in between your neck, purring. “Thank you puppy, these taste great.”

“I told you not to call me that Vel!!”

“Yeaa well you can just suck it up and deal with the nickname puppy~”

You blushed again, sighing and finally accepting the nickname that your dumb cat girlfriend gave you. “Fine..” “Good dog.” Velvette laughed as she kissed you on the cheek, grabbing another cookie.

Hope you enjoyedd!! i loved writing this it was so cute

-xoxo, Ari

[forget-me-ghost]

I know Valentine's Day was two days ago, but I have a slow brain okay.

Anyway, just like everyone else I just want to marvel at how perfect Alastor's Valentine's Day merch is.

Look at this, look at him. Everyone else's pinup was sexy and they had revealing outfits. But Alastor? Someone at this app said that he is a modern equivalent of a Victorian woman showing her ankle. I truly love it, he undone his bow tie and that's it, that's the most he's showing, his neck without a bow. He isn't even in any sexy pose either. He kinda looks as if he was laying on a couch and someone told him to pose.

And then his Valentine's card? It's not about love or anything like this, this is about friendship, about platonic love. It literally says 'On a day devoted to lovers I am glad to have you as a friend' and I'm over the moon with it.

As a fellow asexual I am beyond happy to see that none of Alastor's merch was romantic or sexual.

It means a lot to me and I just wanted to say it.