#helluvahazbins

[flameandindifference]

And just for that he switches from a kazoo to a harmonica.

The King of Hell has successfully encouraged more mayhem.

@helluva-hazbins

[botanikos]

“Date?” [Blitzø @helluva-hazbins]

Date Sheet

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ☆ ] My muse asks yours

[ ] it could go either way!

Type of date:

[ ☆ ] Platonic Date ???

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ☆ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies • [ ] Romantic Comedy • [ ] Adventure Movie • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney) • [ ] Horror • [ ] Drama • [ ] Buddy Movie • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ☆ ] Restaurant • [ ☆ ] Expensive/High Class • [ ☆ ] Small and familiar • [ ☆ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature • [ ] Beach • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ☆ ] Staying at home • [ ☆ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ☆ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ ☆ ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ☆ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[waywardsculs-a2]

Louder and louder her purring became, slim body practically vibrating with delight as she all but melted under the King's expert pats. She always did love being able to spend time around him - even more so when praises were involved!! Large eye almost seemed to sparkle as she looked up toward him - even reaching a little paw up. She'd like uppies!!

Ohhh, always so precious, he's overwhelmed and transfixed. "Such a good widdle gurwol, yes you are~!" His hand rolls along Kee kee's soft fur intuitively as the kittycat maneuvers beneath his hand. Soon he scoops her right up and lovingly holds her while petting along the feline's head and back.

[brykp]

Nobody mentions how on-model this particular screenshot of Lucifer on the finished show is to the version in the painting we see in the pilot. They are the same thing!!!

[calebron]

-- ❝ Let’s go deep into the cesspool Of the wicked thoughts inside your head ❞

[rabbitfics]

Spark And Smoke

Ozzie and Fizz have to visit the Pride ring on business, and a meeting doesn't go very well once they see a Fizzbot. After a few encounters, they realize something is definitely wrong with it. And the people who own it aren't going to give it up easily. [Kitty uses they/she/he/it pronouns with no preference. And has a Very bad time.]

Valentino/Kitty, Asmodeus And Fizzarolli Mentioned, Kitty POV

WARNINGS: [Abuse,Rape,DepictionsOfViolence, TheVeesAreBadPeople,SentientKitty,GetsWorseBeforeItGetsBetter,Whump,UnspecifiedHoles]

Chapter 1: First Spark

The problems began far before this moment, this tense meeting that Valentino didn't seem to be able to read the hostility of. The underlying issue started when he bought his FizzBot and had Vox customize it, crossing wires and messing with code he didn't fully understand. The current problem was that he brought said Custom FizzBot to a very important meeting.

Kitty now stood at Valentino's side, fetching drinks with inhuman speed and expertly ignoring the borderline hateful glances from their owner's guests: the King Of Lust Asmodeus and his business partner Fizzarolli.

Kitty did not understand their disdain for her, but would dutifully stay out of sight as best they could in an attempt to facilitate a good outcome to the meeting. What Valentino wanted from this meeting and these people the little robot did not know, but if making himself smaller in their presence would help Kitty would happily oblige.

They seemed upset when they left, declining whatever venture Valentino had pitched to them and further souring his owner's mood, and all the soundless flitting about wouldn't get the small bot away from those uncareful, grasping hands.

He was hissing words it didn't understand as he grasped the robot's arm, throwing his glass against the wall just to hear it shatter. Vox had been procrastinating on adding language translation to their database, but Kitty wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. Valentino was usually capable of being sufficiently vulgar in English, Kitty was sure her ears would spark if they understood what he said when he was so ecceptionally angry. And Vox spoke it, that was enough for him to review the recordings.

“Don't you worry, my little kitty, you're still much cuter than the real thing~” The towering man cooed, twisting the robot's face and limbs towards him and running his fingers along their detailing. “Made just for me, why don't you show daddy you were worth the money, hmm?~”

His cock pressed to the robot's rigid face, leaving disgusting smears they'd have to wash away later. At the very least it hadn't been designed with the mouth's functionality in mind.

Valentino moved the little jester like a doll, a third his size and programmed to accept whatever he did to it. All Kitty's processors were focused on were the messes that would need cleaning up after this, but she shivered and leaned into his touch at all the right times to please him.

The force with which he shoved the bot down across the table forced a squeak from its limited voicebox, like a dog toy getting stepped on, and Valentino sneered.

“Those pretentious, fluffed-up aristocrat bastards-” The moth ranted as he rutted against them, slamming the jester bot's head into the solid wood so hard her sensors flickered, the tiny servant gripping the edge of the table in an attempt to alleviate the flashing warnings of stressed components.

It didn't take many more rage-fueled blows before the pimp had his pants down, body draped across the robot's pinned form, fingers worming their way under its costume to slip into androgynously-designed, automatically lubricated orifices. There had been customization options, but Kitty was purchased as a sturdy toy so those things hadn't mattered much.

There were a few more glitches in her vision as Valentino shoved in, pressing in deeper than their circuits were designed to process, and beginning to take his frustration for the day out on the bot's pliant body. The bot tried to focus past the tight slide of cock in its cavity.

He pounded harshly, chasing his own pleasure and completely disregarding the sparking and glitching of the object beneath him, until he finally wrapped a hand around their neck and pulled it's limp body to his chest, coming deep inside before pulling out with languid, lazy hands smoothing across overheated metal and soft artificial skin.

“Good kitty~” he purrs, still stroking his long nails along the lax robot's soft inorganic stomach plating. “Always so good for me~”

A large puff of smoke bellowed over Kitty's vision, obscuring its sensors and disorienting them as Val moved away, dropping the limp, glitching doll and striding out of the room to get cleaned up. Though not before barking an order to tidy up the mess he had made, which his programmed servant shakily hurried to obey.

Author's notes:

[Next chapter will be Fizz and Ozzie discussing, and some setup for more bad things.

I do not speak Spanish so I am not great at writing Valentino, I think Google translating shit will lead to lower quality than I am already managing. I'm also not that creative with cursing.

If anyone wants to help me out with characterization be my guest I'm only good at Kitty's perspective.

Plot suggestions are taken also this is all I planned.]

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} The brave front the serpent was putting up was quite adorable, not exactly a word Gojo would have imagined using for a creature like Sir Pentious.

Using Infinity to keep the other away had been an idea, but Gojo went against pranking the other, accepting the kiss. " Heh, quite the kisser too~ "

He can feel the heat of his cheeks burn harsher as the excitable male leans in. "Oh, why, cccertainly." he gave a slow nod, "Sssir Pentiousss issn't one to go back on hisss word! I sssaid what I sssaid and meant it!" His cobra hood flared, "Right-oh, well, here we go. Prepare yousssself or sshould I sssaay, pucker up?" He turns and plants his lips on the pair next to him, closing his eyes temporarily before opening them again and ending their first kiss. "Haha! I shall count thisss a sssucccessss!" maybe he really was a charmer.

[space-haze-system]

so many guys.....

[donitkitt]

helluvahazbin sona les goo (baphomet/hellhound)

[pleasantspark]

Hazbin Hotel Hate is NOT THE SAME AS Steven Universe Hate

Okay we need to get this straight, Stans always use the same "Steven UNIVERSE HATE IS JUST LIKE HELLUVAHAZBIN Hate!"

This is completely and utterly false, because the main reason why Steven Universe was hated so much was because 4Chan raided Tumblr and one person made edits whitewashing/straightwashing some of the gems (and one of the crewuniverse told them they were giving into trolls.) the hate only spread mainly because it was not only LGBTQ+ but trolls and people found the show incredibly annoying and it only went worse when Lily Orchard made her video.

Now, when you hear Rebecca Sugar, do you hear ANGRY WOMANCHILD NOISES AND EAGERLY DEFENDING!??!?!?!!? No? That's because Sugar doesn't give a rats ass about what people think about her work. She ignores and only intervenes when her fans hurt someone. Which she did. Sugar is detached from most in the Cartoon Network scene. But she's willing to help others whenever she needs, she's a respectable woman (despite drawing weird fucking shit.) but was the main woman behind actually getting LGBTQ+ Rep in Cartoon Network.

Then there's Medrano, who throws a cow (literally and metaphorically) over any criticism. She's going to be remembered as that Lolcow who threw a fit because she didn't win the Annie/Grammy Awards and defended her co-workers disgusting behaviors.

She would have saved face long ago if she admitted she was a degenerate rape fetishist but no she has to constantly pull out of her ass ON WHY this, that and the third is representation.

You lose any creativity points when you have to explain your jokes and or design aspects. I am tired of people equating SU Hate to fucking HB Hate. It's not the same.

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} " Husker my dear man, as long as there is an ounce of technology in the same vicinity as me, Vox will either be watching or listening. I did mention an obsession after all. "

[flameandindifference]

🎶 HH verse [from @helluva-hazbins]

Send in a 🎶 and a verse ( HH or Main ) and I'll drop a song from my boy's related playlist!;; Accepting!

[marthaluvsya]

Waiting for the week of weekends, but as for now, old sketches of Cain and Adam✨️

Cain design by @helluvahazbins

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Furry Companion

welp here it is, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce of the storyline of arc 1 written by @talesfromawannabejournalistand and @kittenfangirl20

also special thanks to @rius-cave for giving me some inspiration for the plot, and thanks to @helluvahazbins for giving me inspiration for the Hellhound character and her appearance from their own art.

@kittenfangirl20 see at end of notes

Lucifer knew there would be a day like this would eventually come. Since the moment Adam woke up in Hell as a sinner and fallen angel Lucifer had vowed have him protected and happy at all times. It was the least he could do after all he did to him. In the beginning it was easy to keep him entertained as he mainly stayed in his room. He stayed in the hotel all the time so he wasn’t worried too worried about it.

But now, especially since they officially got together, Lucifer’s been busy more with his work as King, he can’t be by Adam’s side all the time and Adam was wanting to go out more. Plus Adam needed someone, a companion. Sure he had Angel Dust but that was about it. It didn’t help that the other residents, beside Angel and Charlie, were outright hostile towards him. Lucifer swore that if it wasn’t Hell itself Adam needed to watch out for Vaggie and Alastor and maybe even Nifty but for a whole other reason.

In any event Adam needed a companion, his own hellhound, which is why they were both at a an adoption clinic with the head director walking past kennel after kennel of teens with her going on about the different potentials of each hound. Adam was growing bored and to be honest a bit annoyed at being dragged here by Lucifer. He thought this whole adoption process with Hell hounds was weird, they were treated almost like pets. Yes, they had an animal appearance but they were sentient just like the rest of the demons in Hell. As he was thinking about it in the corner of his eye a movement caught his eye.

There in the back was a young hellhound, who appeared to be female, she appeared to be 12-14 years old. She had the appearance of husky and wolf dog mixed together with dark fur and and long black hair that covered a part of her face. However, when she looked up he saw both her eyes as they flashed red and she growled at him.

Director: sir please stay away from that kennel specifically we’ve had incidents in the past where some male adopters got too close and lost a hand to her. Let’s just say she’s just too unstable to be a good guard for you

Lucifer: come on my dear I’m sure there are plenty others for you to choose from

Adam: yeah you go ahead Luci I think I’m just uh gonna go to the bathroom

Lucifer raised an eyebrow but ultimately shrugged following the lady in charge as she showed Lucifer the other hounds. Adam waited till they were out of ear shot then turned his attention back to the girl who was just glaring at him waiting for him to do something

Adam: um hi

She didn’t respond

Adam: my names Adam, what’s yours?

???: Lydia

Adam gave her a smile

Adam: it’s a pretty name

Instead of a smile she instead bared her teeth and scooted even further deep into her kennel

Lydia: the fuck did you just say!?

Adam: I said it’s a pretty name

Lydia: Get the fuck away from me before I tore open your guts for all of Hell to see!

When Adam didn’t move away from the bars she let out an intimidating bark

Lydia: what the fuck do you want!?

Adam: Nothing I just wanted your name

Lydia: well you know my name now you can go back to your royal boy toy and pick out a good hellhound, just just please go away and leave me alone

Adam stared at Lydia, even though she was telling him to go, deep down inside he knew that’s not what she wanted. Looking at her was like looking at himself when he was in a similar position not just when he revived here in Hell but when he was left abandoned over and over again in his life. Scared, confused, and lashing out at everyone because it was the only way to express how she was feeling. At that moment he knew that he couldn’t let her stay here. Exhaling he stepped away from the bars and crouched a little to make himself appear less intimidating to her. Adam: Lydia, you can say no to this, but…I can take you away from here, would you like that?

Lydia stood up from her cot and took slow small steps over to him. Adam could see her full height being at 5’7. As she got closer he could see her guard was still up until she was standing right in front of him. Lydia stared down deep into Adam’s eyes and even though she didn’t know why, she didn’t feel in danger by this sinner. In fact she felt her walls tore down as she saw nothing but earnestness in them as he seemed like genuinely wanted to help her. Tears started to form in her eyes as she looked down and gave her answer

Lydia: …..yes

alright Kitten, hoped you liked it now it’s your turn

[flameandindifference]

"I can do better than tell."

A little grunt and a push sees the younger Morningstar male pushing back onto his feet. With a hum, he raises clawed hands and closes his eyes. It's a matter of reaching down, deep at the core of himself. Feeling the roiling, bubbling well that was his power and drawing upon it. A twitch, fingers flexing as they begin to glow gold... a complete opposite from his normal abilities.

As the Prince opens his eyes once again, a ball of gold light appears in his hands and rapidly takes the shape of a swallowtail butterfly that flutters from the cage of his hands. Here and there it dances, wings flickering. A turn and a twist of his hands and the single butterfly has suddenly burst into over a dozen that fly about the hall like lights on parade.

There had to be at least twenty of them.

Lucifer's eyes hold a subtle flash of a twinkle behind them as the younger Morningstar male mentions his father's own specialty catagory of magick, excitement for what progess in that direction his son has made.

"Oh, by-golly! Creation magic! Why that's absolutely fantastical news, son! Well, go on and tell me more, and spare none of the details, while you're at it! Why, I do believe I'd simply just burst at the seams if you held me in suspense now and didn't fill me in completely!" He remarked, exuberant and eager. Afterall, they had plenty of time today to catch up and visit.