#hazbin hotel timeline

[chaoticace2005]

So, I haven't slept all night and now I have a migraine so I took some Excedrin which has caffeine meaning I am W I R E D and have nothing better to do than spend an hour + make this timeline of Hazbin Hotel mostly by memory:

I have it separated based on events of Sinners vs events mainly impacting angels because it was getting too clogged anyways and I reformatted it too many times to go again.

(This is based on information revealed in the show as well as in livestreams, so it’s possible the livestream data may be outdated, for now I’m gonna keep it in because it gives us a better timeline. Also, I’m assuming that the events of the show begin in 2019.)

Below I'll post the text of what's basically listed in the table:

10,000+ years ago:

-Heaven existed

-Lucifer existed

-Heaven made Adam and Lilith

-Lucifer met Lilith

-Tempted Eve with the apple

-Evil was brought into the world, Lilith and Lucifer expelled to Hell

1500-1700s (presumably, based on way of speaking): Zestial lived and died

200 years ago (1800s): Charlie was born

Early-mid 1800s: Sir Pentious was born

1800s-1910s: Rosie died

1888: Sir Pentious died

Post 1888: Egg Boiz made (assuming Pentious didn’t somehow just find them)

1890-1900s: Alastor was born

1900-1910s: Husk was born

1910s: Angel was born

1910-1920s: Vox was born

1920s: Mimzy died

1928-1937: Niffty born

1933: Alastor died (aged 30-40s)

Post- 1933: Alastor killed overlords and claimed power. Sir Pentious battled him numerous times over the years but wasn’t very memorable.

1947: Angel died (aged 30s)

1950s: Niffty died (age 22)

Post- 1950s: Niffty met Alastor and sold her soul (?) to him

1950s: Vox died (aged 30-40s)

Post- 1950s: Vox met Alastor and two worked together for a bit

1960s: Cherri was born

1970s: Husk died (aged 60-70s)

Post- 1970s: Husk gained power as an overlord before later losing it and selling his soul to Alastor

1970s: Valentino died (age unknown)

Post- 1970s: Valentino gained power as an overlord and Angel sold his soul to him

1980s: Cherri died (aged 20s)

Post 1980s: Angel and Cherri met. Cherri and Sir Pentious began rivalry at some point.

2012 (assuming show takes place in 2019): Charlie’s mother left. Vox asks Alastor to join his team. Alastor leaves. Husk gets his seven year break from Alastor.

Post 2012s: Lilith goes to Heaven and makes some kind of deal involving Lute

Before 2016: Vaggie work as an exorcist

2016 or before: Vaggie meets Charlie

2019:

Two weeks before pilot: Angel accepts offer to live at hotel, leaves Valentino

Pre-pilot: Alastor returns. He’s kind of just lurking for whoever long.

Pilot:

-Extermination occurs, Carmilla kills an angel

-Post- extermination: Adam and Lute find out about the dead exorcist

-Charlie goes on TV and it goes badly. Angel and Cherri fight Sir Pentious. Alastor comes out of the shadows to cause drama.

-Niffty is brought from the firey pits and Husk’s seven year break is over

-Sir Pentious blows a hole in the hotel #1

-Alastor fucks Pentious up #???

Five days later, episode 1:

-Lucifer gets contacted by Heaven asking to meet

-Lucifer hands this off to Charlie, bad meeting occurs. Six months taken off schedule.

Pre-episode 2: Valentino finds out Alastor is back.

Some time later, episode 2:

-Sir Pentious blows a hole in the hotel #2

-Alastor fucks Pentious #??? +1

-Valentino throws a fit about Angel leaving

-Valentino tells Vox Alastor is back, Vox proceeds to throw a fit on live television

-They contract Sir Pentious to spy on hotel

-Sir Pentious attempts to, that night he is caught

-Alastor taunts Vox and then we as the audience proceed to not hear from Vox for several months

Pre-episode 3: Overlord meeting scheduled

One week later, episode 3:

-Sir Pentious one week anniversary

-Vox gets Velvette to go to the Overlord meeting

-Overlord meeting

Some time later, episode 4:

-Masquerade occurs, all in one day

-Pre-episode 5: Husk and Angel seem to get closer to a point that they share popcorn and Husk serves Angel drinks without asking.

-Pre-episode 5: The entire hotel gets closer

-Pre episode 5: Hotel efforts not working

-Pre episode 5: Mimzy takes a car and runs over a loan shark’s girlfriend

Some time later, a month before the next extermination (4 months or so since pilot):

-Charlie panics and finally calls dad

-Lucifer comes an hour later, singing ensues, Mimzy arrives

-Loan sharks arrives, Alastor fucks them up (while Vox is probably salivating while watching it all on camera)

-Lucifer agrees to get Charlie her meeting with Heaven, leaves

-A month before extermination 2: Angel has to go to work a 16 hour shift. Texts Cherri during it.

-16 hours later: Angel returns. Cherri arrives. Vaggie and Charlie go to Heaven.

-Hours later: the courtroom shit happens, Angel tells Val off

-The girls are kicked out of Heaven

-A bit later: Charlie goes to her room and Vaggie explains what happened

-Charlie makes deal with Alastor

-Vaggie tells rest of crew they can leave

-Vaggie and Charlie rally forces. Crew decided not to leave.

Later that week (presumably): Angel “pays for it” at work with Val

Over course of a month: Angelic weapons made, Cherri agreed to fight, cannibals prepare, everyone prepares for war, Vox sits back and laughs

Day before extermination 2: Final rallying of troops, celebrate last night.

Pre-Extermination 2: Vox convinces Velvette and Val to watch the footage with him on a TV

Extermination 2:

-Alastor gets pwned and fucks off

-Sir Pentious blips out of existence

-Post- that: Sir Pentious arrives in heaven

-Dazzle is killed, Lute and Vaggie fight

-Charlie and Adam fight

-Some point before this: Lucifer is alerted to what is happening

-Lucifer swoops in

-Niffty stabs Adam

-They decide to rebuild hotel

Post all that: Lute tells Lilith that Adam is dead

Some time later:

-Rebuild hotel, Husk gets another break from Alastor

-Vees sing about how evil they are

-Alastor is angy

-Hotel is rebuilt and Alastor comes back and Husk’s break is again cut short

[snowyh2o]

Hazbin Hotel Episodes Timeline

Spoilers for episodes 0-6 under the cut!

Pilot: happens the day after the extermination/right when the extermination ends. The clock counting down the days to the extermination is 365. Charlie announces the official opening of her hotel. Angel Dust had been “clean” for 2 weeks. Alastor volunteers to help and employs Nifty and Husk as workers.

Angel has been at the hotel for ~2 weeks now.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have just started working/living there.

Episode 1: happens 5? days after the pilot according to Alastor’s ad. In Charlie’s meeting with Adam, Adam says it’s been a week since the extermination (a week after the pilot). The clock counting down the days to the extermination says 358 before scrolling down to 176. Likely, Alastor recorded the ad 5 days after the pilot, but only finished and showed it to Charlie and Vaggie 2 days later.

Angel would���ve been staying at the hotel for ~3 weeks.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been at the hotel for 1 week now.

Episode 2: happens ~1 week after episode 1, ~2 weeks after the pilot. According to Sir Pentious who states that they fought/he attacked them “last week”. 6 hours later Sir Pentious shows up again as a guest of the hotel. Late at night Sir Pentious tries to plant a spy camera and fails. This all happens within the same day. (Vox laughs at Sir Pentious for being found out within a day)

Angel has been at the hotel for ~4 weeks now.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been at the hotel for ~2 weeks.

Sir Pentious has stayed at the hotel for less than a day.

Episode 3: happens ~1 week after episode 2, ~3 weeks after the pilot. It’s the morning of Sir Pentious’s first week at the hotel. There’s a sign celebrating Sir Pentious’s first week.

Angel has been at the hotel for ~5 weeks.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been working at the hotel for ~3 weeks.

Sir Pentious has been at the hotel for 1 week.

Episode 4: no exact time frame is given in this episode (that I recall/noticed, please correct me if I’m wrong!) except for Charlie saying that there’s not much time left for them to prove her hotel works.

Angel has been at the hotel for ~1-4 months and 1 week.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been at the hotel for ~3 weeks to 4 months and 1 week

Sir Pentious has been at the hotel for 1 week to ~3 months and 3 weeks.

Episode 5: happens ~4-5 months and 1 week after the pilot. Charlie claims there’s only a couple months left before the next extermination, but during the phone call with her dad it’s revealed the last time they spoke was 5 months ago. Charlie had a call with her dad during episode 1, so this episode should take place ~5 months after that, unless she revealed her location to him in an earlier unseen call.

Angel has been at the hotel for ~4-5 months and 3 weeks.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been at the hotel for ~4-5 months and 1 week.

Sir Pentious has been at the hotel for ~3-4 months and 3 weeks.

Episode 6: happens ~1 month before the next extermination. So ~5 months after the pilot. Adam says he’ll see Charlie in 1 month during the extermination.

Angel has been at the hotel for ~5 months and 3 weeks.

Alastor, Nifty, and Husk have been at the hotel for ~5 months.

Sir Pentious has been at the hotel for ~4 months and 3 weeks.

[sunlit-mess]

more duck clips

[candyapplemacchiato]

found out today that Weird Al was almost Lucifer's VA and promptly lost my mind. Hell's Greatest Dad was almost a polka and im so upset about the fact that i can genuinely still HEAR the polka inspiration in it

[demonictacobeard]

Lilith, surprised when Adam’s contact picture shows up on her phone: Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re supposed to be dead aren’t you? I felt the deal break months ago

Adam, who got sick of his and Lucifer’s UST last night and made a move: I mostly lived bitch, I just had to ask YOU PICKED THE BORING ASS BEACHES OF PURGATORY OVER SEX WITH THAT MAN FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[fizzyrodeo]

saw a critical post that made me realize IMP is extremely lucky that all of their human victims are already predestined for hell, otherwise they'd have surely made enemies with more heavenly beings by now. even without that luck i feel like they should be getting more backlash from heaven soon– and i hope they do, because are we forgetting they killed at least 50 humans in spring broken? you're telling me all 50 of those humans belonged in hell??

[cringefailvox]

overlord husk aus are very interesting to me in part because they present such a radically different vision of the huskerdust dynamic that is very compelling to me. present-day husk and angel are exhausted. these are people genuinely at rock bottom, who have been so worn down and chipped away at by the long, dragging stalemate of their circumstances that they have nothing left to give but their bare minimum selves. which is okay, and it's enough for them; a lot of what makes their dynamic so interesting is that it's about two people at their lowest rediscovering what it feels like to not be alone down there, to even begin thinking about the possibility of climbing out of the deep dark hole they've made their peace with now that they won't be doing it by themselves.

in contrast, overlord husk aus imagine a version of husk and angel before they were losers together. they imagine versions of them that haven't been beaten down all the way just yet: husk at the height of his greed and power and reckless addictions, angel riding the high of his stardom while adamantly refusing to peel back the surface and acknowledge the rot. both of them still digging the hole and saying to themselves, "i've got a ladder, i'm not going to get stuck. i can always climb back out."

and having these two meet at this stage in their lives, i think they would really, really not make each other better. husk's consideration for the souls on his chain had to have been close to zero for him to use them as gambling chips the way he did, especially the recklessly self-destructive way he did that ended with his own soul in alastor's pocket. and i imagine that for a long time, angel lived in total willful denial about val's escalating abuse and the toll his increasingly demanding job was taking on him, because acknowledging it would be tantamount to making it real, making it something that could actually hurt him and not just be rationalized away, and so of course he'd put off doing that for as long as he could.

if husk had actually won angel's soul, it wouldn't have been any different from all the other people he traded back and forth across his table just for the illicit thrill of the game. angel probably would've had a whole sunk-cost freakout about it (what was the point of all that pain and suffering and lack of autonomy if all the consequences are coming from a stranger now and not val? when it isn't personal? and now he can't even claim a little bit of power back by saying he chose it, because he didn't.) angel knows full well what it looks like when someone is going to kill themselves with their addictions, but what obligation does he have to the guy who would just as quick give him up to somebody else if it gave him an adrenaline rush? nothing, that's what, and he has enough of his own problems anyway.

crucially, they're both INCREDIBLY self-absorbed. not even in a conceited or vain way, but just in that they're so wrapped up in their own mess that they can't see beyond it, they don't have any space for empathy, and furthermore, they have no reason to even try.

it's why the version of their dynamic we get in canon works so well—they're in the same place now, at just the right time to finally start opening up their worlds to how they affect other people (angel watching charlie interact with val at the studio; husk being forced by alastor to engage with the hotel's residents as the bartender). there's space for empathy in their lives now, because they've finally been brought so low that they can't hide anymore, can't look away, can't deny how completely and totally fucked they are. it's a kind of brutal honesty that can only really come from confronting your absolute worst-case scenario. but for them to even begin connecting with each other in any authentic sense, they needed to have the ladder taken away so they could finally bring themselves to stop digging, look up, and realize there's been someone down here with them all along.

[ghostr0tz]

Very specific human Vox I've been trying to shake for weeks

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Who Dares Summon Me: Timeline

When the love of your life is mortal and refuses to accept your deal for immortality.

Charlie: So, do you want to cash in that deal?

Vaggie (23): *smirks* Nice try, demon princess. Not today.

-----

Charlie: So! How about that deal?

Vaggie (35): *pecks Charlie on the cheek* Not yet, babe.

-----

Charlie: *concerned smile* Sooooooo..... uh... 20 year anniversary! Is there... something you want to do today???

Vaggie (43): *twirling a small lock of grey hair between her fingers* I'm okay with just laying out in the yard and watching the stars, mi amor.

-----

Charlie: Vaggie, please, cash in the deal!

Vaggie (55): *stretches and winces as multiple joints crack and pop* Ah! Fuck... No, I'm good. Thanks, hun.

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Charlie: *quietly watching Vaggie from her seat on the patio* .......Vaggie-

Vaggie (68): No, Charlie. But thank you. Now, let's head inside. I gotta make that tres leches for the grandkids.

-----

Charlie: *sitting at Vaggie's bedside, holding her wrinkled had and crying* Vaggie.... please.... accept the deal... please? I'm begging you. I don't care what you look like. We can still do it. I'll even let you revert back to whatever age you want....

*kisses Vaggie's hand with a sob* Please.... I can't lose you now.... not after all this time...

Vaggie (88): *tired smile* Don't cry, mi amor. Everything will.... be.... fine.....

Charlie: *senses Vaggie's soul dispatch from Earth and howls in agony as she cries against her beloved's chest*

[fanby-fckry]

Times in history that are famous for sexual liberation, drug use, and wild parties:

The 1920’s – when Husk, Angel Dust, and Alastor would’ve been young adults and/or teenagers

The 1960’s – when Husk was hitting retirement age

Listen, I’m just saying these three all have some wild stories to share about their party days on Earth, and most of those stories involve cocaine.

[farah-o-0]

My precious lil noodle🐍

I love him 🥹💖

[tired-and-ticklish]

What Goes Around Comes Around

Third and finale part to Rough Day and Bonding Exercise.

Summary: Charlie is ecstatic her bonding exercise idea worked. Though, it might have worked a little too well, as she, Vaggie, and Alastor soon find out.

TW: Tickling, Swearing, Angel Dust being Angel Dust, Australian Slang and Swears

Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.

“Are you okay, Angel?” Charlie asked as she patted his side. Said spider was currently curled up on himself, trying to get rid of any lingering ticklish sensations.

“F-Fucking… peachy Charlie.” The pornstar replied, waving one of his many hands. “You’re both evil.”

“C’mon, like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Vaggie teased, which made Angel’s face go slightly pink. “Otherwise you would have asked us to stop sooner.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.

“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Angel Dust asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ll give ya something to laugh about!”

Before Hell’s Princess could react, the spider’s hands were already upon her, his upper ones tickling her ribs, while his lower ones squeezed her sides. The reaction was immediate, Charlie letting the giggles flow out of her. She kind of expected this retaliation, but it was okay. That was the point of the exercise!

“W-Wahhahaait Ahahahahangel!”

“Wait for what? For ya to tickle me again? Fat chance!”

Charlie squealed, kicking her legs out as she did. It was obvious to see that the Princess of Hell was enjoying this little ‘exercise’, laughing her heart out and not even trying to push the spider away. Vaggie couldn’t help but chuckle in response. It was no secret that Charlie loved silly activities like this, given the many tickle fights the two had during their three years together.

“Don’t bully my girlfriend too much.” Vaggie warned, getting a bit closer to watch Charlie.

“Oh, I won’t.” Angel said, removing the arms on his left side from Charlie. “After all, there’s two people I need to get back.”

That was all the warning the bodyguard got as both Angel’s left hands started tickling her. She jolted from the touch, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Vaggie was the bodyguard of the hotel, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let anyone know (save for Charlie who already knew), that she was ticklish! But damn Angel and his extra hands! It was unfair!

“Didn’t think I could focus on two people at once~?” Angel asked, moving his hands toward Vaggie’s stomach. “Do you even know me?”

“Anahahahahangel yoohohoohhoh diihihihihck!” Vaggie cried out, causing the spider to gasp in mock shock.

“A dick? Now is that any way to talk to someone who’s making you and cha cha laugh~?” 

“Vahahahahahggihihihie beheheheh nihihihihice!”

“Sthahahahahay ohohohohout ohohohof thihihihis, Chahahaharlie!”

“Uh oh, the girls are fighting~”

It was completely unfair that Angel could tickle both of them at once! While the hands on his right side started moving to Charlie’s hips, the hands on his left went toward Vaggie’s ribs. The spider then decided to switch it up, using both his upper arms to slowly drag on the bodyguard’s ribs, while his lower ones drilled into the Princess’ hips.

The reactions he got were very promising.

“ANAHAHAHAHNGEL IIHIIHIHHIH’M GOHOOHOHHING TO FUUHUHUHCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOOHOHOHU!”

“WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT-” *bleat!*

“Oh my fucking God.” Angel’s face broke into a wide, evil grin. “You fucking bleated! Like a damn goat!”

“DOHOHOHOHON’T THEHEHHEEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”

“Hey, either of you ever heard the ‘itsy bitsy spider’ song~?”

"DOOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" Both girls pleaded.

"Man, you both make this too easy~"

—

“Well, Husker, I have to say that was quite entertaining!” Alastor mused as the bartender caught his breath. 

“May…Maybe for you, you sadistic asshole.” Husk said, glaring slightly at the Overlord, who simply shrugged.

“You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed yourself, Husker.” The Radio Demon teased, that smug grin never leaving his face.

“Well, I’m about to enjoy this a lot more.” The bartender said, still glaring at Alastor, but now with a malicious smile.

Before Alastor could react, Husk’s tail had wrapped around his ankle, dragging the taller demon over to him. The Overlord quickly realized what was about to happen, trying to free himself from the cat demon’s grasp.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Alastor warned, his normally terrifying smile twitching into a more nervous one.

“Big talk for someone who’s just as sensitive.” Husk teased, before poking at the deer’s sides.

The reaction was instant, Alastor freezing up before biting his lip. He really should have seen this coming, and perhaps he did. Afterall, if he truly hated it, he would have already teleported out of Husk’s hold, or mauled the bartender for even daring to try. Still, that didn’t mean he’d actually admit that, as he tried to shove Husk off him.

“R-Rehehehelease me at on-AHAHAHAHA!”

Husk’s hands made their way to Alastor’s hips, digging his claws into the sensitive area. The Radio Demon’s laughter poured out in earnest as he tried to grab Husk’s hands. The bartender simply kneaded his hands a bit harder into the deer’s hips, causing another scream of laughter.

“Damn, boss, no wonder you hate being touched.” Husk hummed “Imagine people finding out you’re this ticklish.”

“Huhuhuhusker! Dohohohohn’t tehehehease me!” Alastor exclaimed, kicking his legs a bit.

“What? You think I’m stupid enough to tease you?” Husk asked, greatly amused. “I’m just stating some facts, boss.”

Alastor attempted to protest, but he was cut off by the feeling of the feathered end of Husk’s tail tickling his stomach, making him shriek. He could feel it even through his shirt, the Radio Demon’s stomach was just that ticklish. Alastor mentally cursed Charlie for this ridiculous bonding idea, despite the fact he agreed to it.

Husk, meanwhile, hummed a bit as he poked and prodded at his boss’ hips, deciding to torment him there for a few more moments. Alastor then felt him stop, though the bartender’s tail was still tickling his stomach, before feeling Husk turn toward his legs. A screech of panicked radio static came from his throat.

“H-Huhuhuhusker wahahait! W-Whehehhe cahahaan tahahahalk about thihihihis!” Alastor attempted to plead as the bartender took off his shoes.

“Sure, you talk Boss.” Husk said, turning to give the Radio Demon a grin. “And I’ll tickle.”

The way Alastor howled as Husk slowly dragged his claws up and down the deer hooves was almost enough to make the bartender worry people would think he was killing the deer, until pleas of laughter burst forth, Alastor’s voice switching between radio static and his actual voice. It probably didn’t help matters that his tail was still tickling his boss’ stomach.

“You know, you can blame Rosie for me knowing this.” Husk told the Radio Demon, chuckling at his reactions.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOOHOHOHHING TOHOHOHOH EHEHEHEND HEHEHEHEER!”

“No you won’t.”

Alastor hated when Husk was right. He could never truly stay mad at the Cannibal Overlord for long, even if she had betrayed him and told both his ‘employees’ of his ticklish nature, and where to tickle to get him screaming. Despite it all, the deer could feel his tail wagging slightly under his coat, another reason he kept it hidden.

“Hey, you were giving me shit about my wings before, but your hooves are even worse off.” Husk mused, pressing into the pads. “Maybe I should tell Niffty about that~”

“IIHIHIHIH WOHOHOOHOHN’T HIHIHIIHIF YOOHOHOHOU WOOHOHOHN’T!” Alastor pleaded.

“Sure you won’t.” Husk chuckled. “You won’t directly tell her anything, but I know you, fucker. You’ll drop hints about it to her.”

“NOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHDEHEHEHEA WHAHAHAHAT YOOHOHOHU MEHEHEHEAN!”

“Maybe I should tell her to clean your ears too, make sure you can actually hear shit.”

“HUHUHUHUHUSKER!”

—

Once Angel Dust and Husk had decided their revenge was thoroughly gotten, they had let their victims go. All five of them then met up with each other on the way back to the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Charlie had their hands on each other’s hips, Angel and Husk were walking close together, while Alastor simply strode close by, using his microphone as a cane.

“I mean, I also need to get Niffty back for tickling me in the first place.” Angel said, chuckling at the idea.

“Tough shit, legs.” Husk began, slightly amused by Angel’s confused expression. “She ain’t ticklish.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m afraid it’s true, my arachnid companion.” Alastor butted in, twisting his head toward the spider’s direction. “Our darling little Niffty isn’t the slightest bit ticklish!”

“Dammit!” Angel huffed. “That’s just unfair! Someone small and dangerous like her shouldn’t have that much power!”

“Try telling that to him.” Husk said, nodding his head toward Alastor’s direction.

“I’m insulted you think it’s my fault she’s like this.” Alastor said, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“Remind me not to give her any excuse to try with us, then.” Vaggie said tiredly. “Also you want to talk about unfair? How about the fact you have four arms?!”

“Six.” Angel corrected, popping out his third set of arms, which waved to the bodyguard, before pulling them back into his body. “Be happy I didn’t decide to use them on you and cha cha.”

“Though, I assume for balance, all of your underarms are terribly ticklish?” Alastor asked, his grin spreading wider as Angel sputtered in response, the pornstar’s face turning pink.

Before Angel could come up with a good comeback, all of them heard the sounds of someone screaming. They ran toward the source, each ready to fight whatever or whoever was attacking someone, only to be surprised by the sight of Niffty, dusting off Sir Pentious like she had done to Angel earlier.

“Ssssoohohohohomeohhohone gehehehehet hehehher ohohohohff ohohohohf mehehehe!” The snake pleaded, trying his best to grab the agile maid.

“You’re dirty!” Niffty replied, moving the duster toward his hood.

“Miihihihihisss Boohohohohmb, pleheheheesssehehhe hehehelp!”

“Nah, you’re on your own, mate.” Cherri Bomb replied, the others having not noticed her due to Sir Pentious’ reaction. She noticed them though. “Angie! Ya bitch, care to explain why tiny here is on a cleanin’ crusade?”

“She’s always like that.” Angel told her.

“Bloody ace.” Cherri replied sarcastically. “Pen and I just got back and apparently the shelia’s offended by how ‘dirty’ we are.”

“NOOHOHHOOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sir Pentious squealed as Niffty got to his neck.

“Well, perhaps this is an opportunity.” Alastor said, grinning.

“For what?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, our newest residents haven’t joined in on our little ‘bonding’ exercise!” Alastor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be fair to let them miss out, after all!”

“Oohoho, you hear that, sugar tits?” Angel asked, wiggling his fingers at Cherri, who immediately reacted.

“Angie, I’m fuckin’ warnin’ ya!” She said, going on the defensive. “I’ll make sure ya bloody regret it!”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Especially since he won’t be the only one helping.” Vaggie said with a grin, immediately tackling the cyclops. “Consider this revenge for blowing up our wall last week.”

“You’re still whingin’ about that?!”

“It did take some time for us to fix it.” Alastor mused, though instead of heading over to Cherri, he instead made his way toward Sir Pentious. “Niffty darling, may Husker and I be of assistance?”

“Of course, Alastor!” niffty said excitedly, ceasing her ticklish onslaught temporarily.

Sir Pentious caught his breath. “T-thank you, misssster Radio Demon ssssssssir.”

“Oh ho, don’t thank me yet.” Alastor said with a teasing tone. “Consider this revenge for ruining my coat, and for trying to spy on us for the Vees.”

“He did what?!” Husk exclaimed.

“Oops, did no one tell you~?” Alastor asked.

“Now guys, we aren’t doing this to be mean.” Charlie tried to plead, but she couldn’t deny her own mischievous grin growing on her face. “Even if it is a kind way to punish them.”

“Oooh, Princess has a dark side~?” Cherri asked. “Kink- whahahaait!”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Vaggie growled as she dug her hands into the cyclops’ armpits. “Only I get to talk to her like that~”

“Wow, you struck a nerve, Cherri.” Angel said with a chuckle, coming over and grabbing Cherri’s arms to pull them up and out of Vaggie’s way. “After you, vagina.”

“Getting you back for that later.” Vaggie threatened.

“Ahahahahanghiihihihe yohohohoohu cuhuhuhuhunt!”

Charlie gasped. “We don’t use that kind of language in the hotel!” She tsked, coming over to help her girlfriend and first patron. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle it out of you~!”

“Charlie, we swear all the fucking time.” Angel deadpanned.

“Well, not that word!”

“Now, Niffty.” Alastor asked as he held Sir Pentious. “Where haven’t you tried yet~?”

“M-Misssster Radio Demon, pleassssse reconssssid-”

“I haven’t touched his tail yet.” Niffty answered.

“Wonder if this would work.” Husk hummed, using the feathered end of his tail to stroke Sir Pentious’ own.

The results were much better than expected.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Goodness me, quite a weakness!” Alastor teased. “Imagine your idols finding out about this~”

“Come on Boss, don’t be too much of an asshole.” Husk said jokingly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Husker!”

“Not going to call you a liar, only because I don’t even know if you sleep.”

“Your concern is duly noted.”

Charlie was happy everyone was having fun and getting along. She needed to remember to put ‘weekly bonding exercises’ on their hotel schedule. For now, however, she was enjoying herself as much as everyone else, laughing along and tickling people to her heart’s content. She was sure the residents of the Hazbin Hotel would be redeemed in no time.

[sunlit-mess]

PLEASE TELL US MORE ABOUT ELDRITCH LUCIFER AS A CHARACTER, LIKE PERSONALITY WISE AND STUFF

By coincidence, I just finished short doodles abt him.. 😅

I figured it'd start from his time in heaven

I'll share the... timeline I made about it, but this is just me talking to myself to conceptualize the idea. Hope you don't mind my foul vocabulary for this 😭😭😭

NOT FINAL: I promise u I do better cleaning up AHAHHAHAA. I have other plans for this so this is just ONE concept focusing on Lucifer... Other ideas are to be connected soon.

DEVIL: He's just a silly little guy.

(He's about to make everyone's lives a living hell)

[keikakudom]

kawaikute gomen velvette ♡

textless ver.

[jazzy-a]

There's only one way Alastor could really get away with embarrassing Angel Dust.

And that would be going the "mom" route.

He will publicly out this boy for the fact that he's technically old enough to have been in Alastor's "outdated" era and understands all his references. If this man finds out that Angel has any memories or love for classic things from when they were both alive, he'd use it against him.

It would be like your parents pulling out your baby book in front of the biker gang you just joined.

Angel's like, "I DON'T like the Charleston! I-It's stupid and lame! I'm a fricken' stripper, baby, of course I wouldn't be caught DEAD doing that!" (visibly sweating)

Has to make a call on one of Alastor's phones and doesn't think twice about being like, "Operator, connect me to 2247," while checking out his nails.

Makes ONE reference to an old starlet in 1925 that no one (except Husk and Alastor) knows who he's talking about and he tries to backpedal so hard.

As Angel fumes to deny he is old or outdated and is IN FACT trendy and modern, Alastor is wearing a shit-eating, patronizing, grin, like, "Aw, it's adorable how he tries." (Boops his nonexistent nose)

[dewdropdinosaur]

I Guess I Fall Hard

HUSK X READER X ANGEL [Poly] Summary: The events leading up to my fic, 'Cocoa, Not Chanel' as requested by @little-bloodied-angel Warnings: Cusing, Allusions to abuse, hypersexuality, and spice. Rating: PG-13

Day 1: 

Angel Dust leaned against the bar, sipping a martini as the music of the club throbbed around him. His pole dancing show had just ended, and he was basking in the afterglow of the applause and whistles from the crowd. The bar was packed tonight, filled with demons of all shapes and sizes looking to forget their troubles in the smoky haze and neon lights.

Y/N sat at the bar, nursing a drink and trying to blend in. They were new to Hell, still trying to navigate the chaos and find their place. The bar was an escape, a place to observe and maybe, just maybe, find a connection. Angel noticed Y/N immediately during his earlier dance routine. Their presence was different, not as jaded or hardened as the usual patrons and most noticeably, had owl like features with plumage puffung out of their chest. He sauntered over, his characteristic smirk firmly in place.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning on the bar next to them. "Enjoy the show?"

Y/N looked up, meeting his eyes with a shy smile. "Yeah, it was amazing. You're really talented."

Angel preened under the compliment, tossing his fluffy hair back. "Thanks, doll. Name's Angel Dust. What's yours?"

"Y/N," they replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “I”…uhh..am kinda new here.”

"Well, Y/N, welcome to Hell," Angel said with a wink. "It's a real shithole, but it has its moments."

Y/N chuckled, and Angel found himself liking the sound. They talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Y/N told Angel about their life before Hell, and Angel shared some of his own wild stories. They laughed together, the connection growing with each passing minute.As the night wore on, Angel found himself feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time: genuine warmth. Y/N's presence was comforting, a light in the darkness of his world. He hadn't expected to make a friend tonight, but there they were, sharing drinks and stories like they'd known each other for years.

"Hey, wanna get outta here?" Angel suggested after a while. "I know a quieter place where we can talk without all this noise.”

“Oh…I am not really looking for that kinda—“

“No doll face, I ain’t asking you for that kinda favor…tonight atleast~”

Y/N evntually agreed after making sure no funny business was afoot, and they left the bar together, stepping into the cool night air. Angel led them to a small, hidden park—a rare quiet spot in the chaos of Hell. They sat on a bench, the sounds of the city distant and muffled.

"You know, it's nice to have someone to talk to," Angel admitted, his usual bravado softened. "Most people just see me as the dancer, the entertainer. It's rare to find someone who actually listens."

Y/N smiled, touched by his honesty. "I'm glad we met, Angel. You’re more than just a performer. You’re... a new friend."

Angel felt a warmth spread through his chest at the word. "Yeah, a friend. I like that."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the dim stars in Hell's sky.

Day 25: 

The sun was setting over Pentagram City, casting long shadows through the windows of the Hazbin Hotel's library. Y/N and Husk were nestled in one of the cozier corners of the room, surrounded by stacks of old books. The smell of aged paper and leather filled the air, a comforting scent that spoke of countless stories and secrets waiting to be discovered.

Y/N carefully turned the page of a worn, hardcover book, the title embossed in faded gold: "The Picture of Dorian Gray." They glanced over at Husk, who with curous eyes, was attempting to the read the title of the novel. Holding it up to him, Husk gave what could have been considered a soft smile; one full of memory. 

Y/N smiled at him, their fingers tracing the delicate pages. "Oscar Wilde has always been a favorite of mine. His wit and the way he captures human nature... it's timeless."

Husk nodded in agreement, setting his book aside. "Wilde's got a way with words, that's for sure. 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' is one of those books that sticks with you. The whole idea of beauty and corruption, it hits home."

Y/N’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Exactly! And his plays, too. 'The Importance of Being Earnest' always makes me laugh."

Husk chuckled, a rare, genuine sound. "That one’s a classic. Wilde knew how to poke fun at society's pretensions. Sometimes I think if he were alive today, he'd fit right in here."

They shared a laugh, the bond between them strengthening over their shared love of literature. Husk leaned back in his chair, taking a sip from his ever-present flask. "You know, it's nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff. Most folks around here aren't exactly the reading type."

They continued to talk, sharing their favorite passages and discussing the deeper meanings behind Wilde's works. Husk found himself opening up more than he had in years, the walls he usually kept so firmly in place gradually coming down.

As the night wore on and the library grew darker, Y/N reached for another book. "You know, we should do this more often. It’s nice to escape the madness of Hell and just... be."

Husk looked at them, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I’d like that."

Day 70: 

Angel Dust and Y/N strolled down the bustling streets of Pentagram City, their laughter cutting through the chaotic noise of Hell. Today was a rare day off, and they decided to spend it shopping, a favorite pastime of both. 

"Husk, hurry up!" Angel called back to their reluctant feline companion, who was lagging behind, arms laden with clothes.

Husk grumbled, shifting the pile to get a better grip. “I “swear…no you get back here…fuck this shiny glitter!”

Y/N giggled and turned to Angel. "You think he secretly loves it?"

Angel smirked. "Oh, definitely. He wouldn’t be here otherwise."

They entered a nearby store, the racks filled with an array of clothing to suit anyone’s interest. Angel’s eyes lit up, and he immediately began rifling through the racks, holding up various items for Y/N to see.

"Look at this!" he exclaimed, showing off a spink parkly jacket. "This would look killer on you."

Y/N took the jacket, admiring the fabric. "I love it! And check this out," they said, holding up a pair of silver sequined pants. "Totally your style."

Angel’s eyes widened with excitement. "Oh my God, yes! We’re definitely getting these."

Husk trailed behind, dutifully adding the new items to his growing pile. He watched the two with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, their enthusiasm infectious despite his gruff exterior.

Angel and Y/N continued to explore the store, trying on different outfits and showing them off to each other. They discovered they had a remarkably similar fashion sense, both gravitating toward bold, flashy pieces that made a statement.

"Great minds think alike, huh?" Y/N said, twirling in front of a mirror in a shimmering dress.

Angel nodded, adjusting the feathered boa around his neck. "You know it, babe. We’re a match made in Hell."

Husk rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. Despite his grumbling, he enjoyed seeing his friends so happy. It was a rare sight, and he found himself appreciating the moment more than he cared to admit. After a few hours of shopping and countless outfit changes, they finally made their way to the checkout, Husk still carrying the mountain of clothes. 

"Thanks for being our pack mule, Husk," Angel teased, patting him on the shoulder.

Husk grumbled again, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of it."

Y/N gave him a grateful smile. "Seriously, Husk, we appreciate it."

As they left the store, bags in hand and Husk trailing behind with the last of the load, Angel slung an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "We gotta do this more often. It’s been a blast."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Definitely. And next time, Husk, we’ll treat you to something special for putting up with us."

Husk snorted, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "I’ll hold you to that."

Day 132:

The pulsating beat of the club music reverberated through the walls, and the dance floor was a sea of moving bodies. Neon lights flickered in rhythm with the music, casting colorful glows over the crowd. Angel Dust, Y/N, and Husk had decided to hit one of the hottest clubs in Pentagram City for a night of fun and letting loose. Angel and Y/N were in their element, moving fluidly to the music. They danced close, their bodies swaying in perfect sync, exuding a magnetic, sensual energy that turned heads all around them. Angel’s lithe form glittered under the lights, his moves confident and alluring. Y/N matched his energy, their movements fluid and captivating. It helped that they were of similar height, at least Husk thought, for them to be so in sync with each other

Husk leaned against the bar, nursing a drink and watching the pair with a mix of amusement and admiration. He was used to Angel’s antics and charisma, but seeing Y/N keep up with him so effortlessly was something else. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, Husk couldn’t help but feel a pang of something deeper as he watched them—something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time. As the song shifted to a more seductive beat, Angel spun Y/N around, their laughter ringing out above the music. They were clearly enjoying themselves, lost in the moment, winks, hands touching lightly, it was a flirt fest of anyone had ever seen one. Husk found himself smiling, genuinely happy for his friends. Yet, the sight of them together stirred a desire within him to be part of that closeness.

With a deep breath and a resolve he didn’t quite understand, Husk finished his drink and made his way to the dance floor. As he approached, Angel noticed him and flashed a mischievous grin.

"Hey, Husky! Decided to join the fun?" Angel teased, twirling around Y/N.

Y/N turned to Husk, their eyes bright with excitement. "Come on, Husk! Dance with us!"

Husk hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

He stepped into the circle with them, and Angel pulled him in closer, their bodies moving together to the rhythm. Husk’s initial awkwardness melted away as he got into the groove, the energy between the three of them electric. Angel’s hands brushed against Husk’s shoulders, guiding him, while Y/N’s laughter and enthusiasm were infectious.

They danced together, the world outside the dance floor fading away. There was something special about the way they moved, a connection that went beyond friendship. As the music built to a crescendo, Husk felt a surge of courage.

When the song ended, and they found themselves catching their breath, Husk looked at Angel and Y/N, his usual gruffness softened by a rare vulnerability.

"Hey, I’ve been thinking," Husk began, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "How about the three of us go out sometime? Like, a real date?"

Angel’s eyes sparkled with surprise and delight. "A date, huh? I never pegged you for the romantic type, Husk."

Y/N beamed, their eyes shining with excitement. "I’d love that, Husk. I think it’d be fun."

Husk relaxed, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Alright then, it’s a date. Let’s make it a night to remember."

Day 175:

The warm, sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the hotel kitchen, mingling with the scent of chocolate and vanilla. Y/N hummed softly to themselves, their large wings fully extended as they mixed flour and butter, the feathers shimmering in the soft light. It was a rare sight, one they reserved for the privacy of the hotel kitchen, away from the bustling streets of Hell. Today marked nearly the one month anniversary of Y/N and their partner’s relationship, and being the lover of baked goods that they were, cookies were in order.

Angel Dust and Husk, having spent the afternoon lounging together, decided to check on Y/N. Following the heavenly smell, they walked into the kitchen, laughing and chatting, but their conversation halted abruptly at the sight before them.

“Whoa,” Angel breathed, his eyes wide with awe. “Toots, your wings… they’re beautiful.”

Y/N turned, a bit startled, their cheeks flushing. “Oh, hey guys. I didn’t expect you in here. I, um, usually keep these hidden.”

Husk’s usual gruff expression softened, a rare look of tenderness in his eyes. “You don’t need to hide them from us. They’re incredible.”

Angel approached first, his fingers gently brushing against the feathers. “So soft,” he murmured, his admiration clear. “Why don’t you show them off more?”

Y/N shrugged, a shy smile playing on their lips. “They’re just… big. Its a hassle to wear clothes and be around Hell.”

Husk stepped closer, his hand joining Angel’s in touching Y/N’s wings. “You should never feel like you have to hide who you are. You’re amazing just the way you are.”

The three of them stood close, the intimacy of the moment enveloping them. Angel’s gaze shifted to Husk, noticing a flicker of insecurity in his eyes.

“You know, Husk,��� Angel said softly, “your wings are pretty amazing too. I bet you and Y/N could match sometimes, with all the accessories that they own.”

Husk’s wings, though smaller and more rugged, were a point of self-consciousness for him. He rarely showed them, preferring to keep them hidden under his trench coat.

“Yeah, right,” Husk muttered, looking away.

“No, seriously,” Y/N said, reaching out to touch Husk’s arm gently. “Kit, you’re perfect just the way you are, wings and all. And trust me, I have tons~ of wing jewelry to spare.”

Angel wrapped an arm around Husk’s shoulders, his voice earnest. “We like you, Husky. Every part of you.”

Y/N joined in, wrapping their wings around the three of them in a protective, loving embrace. “”

Husk felt a warmth spread through him, their words melting away the insecurities he’d held onto for so long. In this moment, surrounded by the two people he loved most, he felt a sense of belonging and acceptance that he hadn’t felt in years.

“Thanks, guys,” Husk said, his voice thick with emotion.

Day 203:

The cozy warmth of the hotel’s lounge enveloped Y/N, Husk, and Angel as they settled on the plush sofa. The soft glow of the lamp cast a comforting light, creating a serene atmosphere. Y/N and Husk had sensed something weighing on Angel’s mind for a while now, and they knew it was time to address it with love and understanding.

“Starlight, dear…we need to talk” Y/N spoke softly towards Angel.

Angel leaned back, a playful smirk on his lips, though his eyes betrayed a hint of uncertainty. “So, what’s the occasion, guys?” he joked, trying to mask his nervousness.

Y/N smiled gently, reaching out to take Angel’s hand. “We just wanted to talk, Angel. We’ve noticed some things, and we want you to know that we love you no matter what.”

Husk nodded, his usual gruffness softened by concern. “Yeah, Angel. You don’t have to put on a show for us. We see you, the real you, and we care about you.”

Angel’s smirk faltered, and he glanced between them. “What do you mean?”

Y/N took a deep breath, squeezing Angel’s hand reassuringly. “We’ve noticed how you use your hypersexuality to get validation from others. It’s like you feel you need to be that way to be loved or accepted.”

Husk chimed in, his voice gentle. “But the thing is, Angel, you don’t need to do that with us. We love you for who you are, not for any performance or act.”

Angel’s eyes softened, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washing over him. “It’s just… It’s what people expect from me. It’s who I…am”

Y/N moved closer, wrapping an arm around Angel’s shoulders. “We understand, Angel. But you’re so much more than that. You’re funny, caring, and incredibly talented. You don’t need to prove anything to us.”

Husk reached out, placing a comforting hand on Angel’s knee. “We love you, Angel, every part of you. You don’t need to change or hide behind an act to be worthy of love.”

Angel’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and he leaned into Y/N’s embrace.

Day 205:

A few days later, after remising on their conversation, Angel looked up, his eyes meeting Y/N’s in their shared bedroom. “You know, you guys help me feel more like myself. And, Y/N, you should know that you’re amazing just the way you are too.”

Y/N’s bird-like features, usually hidden behind a composed exterior and glitzy clothing, softened as they looked at Angel. “I’ve always felt a bit…off, you know? It’s hard to accept myself sometimes. especially with the shit show of a private area I was given. Like couldn't have when I died been given the right fucking genitalia?@”

Husk nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. “We all have our insecurities. Hell, I am a fucking cat. But you’re incredible, Y/N. Your uniqueness makes you special, and I don't care about what's under your pants. Your personality, strength, and beauty are just things we love about you.”

Angel smiled, wiping away a tear. “Yeah, Y/N. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Those owl-like features? They’re part of what makes you you, and we wouldn’t change a thing.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through them, their heart swelling with the love and acceptance from their partners. “Thank you, both of you. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

Husk pulled both of them into a tight hug, the three of them finding comfort and strength in each other’s presence. In the quiet of the lounge, they found a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, a reminder that they were loved and accepted for exactly who they were.

As the night wore on, they stayed close, talking and laughing, their bond growing stronger with every shared word and touch. In a world that often felt chaotic and unforgiving, they had found a sanctuary in each other, a place where they could be their true selves and be loved unconditionally.