#i do not support vivziepop

[startixx]

(i drew them all from memory)

[sir-subpar]

Weird idea(s) for my Reimagined Hazbin thing:

I might give it a new name soon. Just so we can differentiate it from the original one. Because the more I do this the more I kind of wish this was my own story but wish it also wasn't. I have mixed feelings.

Charlie is technically hald angel, because Lucifer is her father.

But her personality is so unbelievably doe-eyed innocent to the point where it's really frustrating and doesn't make sense. That's something we all know. I've said it before, many others have said it, not a new take.

But I do have a weird concept for my rewrite. I have my jungle for that she keeps This truly horrifying form hidden underneath her porcelain doll like exterior. It's a concept I've played with before. (More under the cut)

I like the idea sje made this rehab project out of some spite against Lucifer. If Lucifer restaurant of Heaven for trying to be better than God, maybe Charlie is trying to be better than Lucifer. In a sense it's come full circle.

But it made me think, would have been really reject her so much just because she happened to be related to lucifer? Would they have let her into heaven at some point?

Does Lucifer have shared custody with Lilith in heaven?? Because we see Charlie get taken away as a child, but she's still in hell right now?

Did she go to hell my choice? Was she forced to go? Is it a shared custody thing and then she decided to stay in hell in adulthood?

Part of me is actually kind of curious to explore what that kind of childhood would be like to experience.

And I do wonder if maybe I should explore that in my reimagined version of her. Did she spend part of her childhood in heaven and part of it in hell?

And I also thought about her role in hell overall. Lucifer is immortal, so why have anybody possibly inherit the throne? What is the point of that? Especially for somebody who is infamously selfish and prideful like Lucifer.

Is she not quite holy and not quite unholy?

And then I had a thought.

Maybe her domain isn't heaven, and it isn't hell.

It's limbo, the in between.

I like the idea that she's full of conflicting intentions, just as her childhood was. Does she question her own motives? Is she actually doing this for the greater good or to prove a point? That's what I want to explore. I like the idea that she still has a cutesy exterior, but her true form is barely contained.

She suppressed it, she denies it, she doesn't want to be a demon, but it's part if her, she too, is flawed. She wants to believe she is a wise moral compass, but she too, is lost.

Maybe she has some friends in hell and some in heaven.

Quick sketch I did.

It might be a weird concept, but isn't that the point of Indie projects? To experiment? To try other things? See what happens.

So, tell me, what do you think of this idea?

If you have any questions or would like any clarifications, let me know.

I'm typing this whole Post in one go so it may not make as much as I think it does.

[writersdelight]

“ What’s the big deal?”

Welcome to my new writing blog, I’m Zane! I'll be providing fanfiction services for your enjoyment and consumption as well as my own 🎉. I’ve never done this sort of thing before so bear with me, we’ll figure it out together. Requests are open!

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-> What fandoms do I write for?

| Right now, I only write for Hazbin Hotel since that’s the fandom I’m most interested in!

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-> What do I write?

| Fluff

| Hurt/Comfort

| SFW

| NSFW

| One shots

| Headcannons especially!

Don't be afraid to request any sort of fanfiction as long as it's not violating basic DNI!

I have the right to deny any requests if they make me uncomfortable. I’d prefer requests to be in a character x reader format but I’m not saying no character x character entirely. Reader is gender neutral unless specifically asked otherwise. I will be writing for Hazbin Hotel women as well as men because they’re delightful and I don’t see much content on them. Thank you for reading the mini disclaimer!

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[ponchusjbonchus]

i hate all 3 of them

[artismeyou-12]

Hello, um, who is Vivziepop?

[buttercup-bollz]

If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into hell. - Matthew 18:9.

[cham-chammity]

My Version of Striker's Backstory:

This is only the first bit of the first chapter. My lazy ass can't get anything else out, I put my heart and soul into what little I could manage lol. The full chapter will be published on Ao3.... eventually lmao.

Feel free (I'm encouraging) to send asks if you have questions about characters/setting etc. etc.

This story starts off and takes place with young adult Striker, long before he even becomes a hitman. I plan on writing up until the harvest moon festival ep and a little after that.

Chapter 1.1

A glint caught his eye. Barely noticeable, but it still blinded him.

There was a loud clang and crash, followed by a string of curse words projected from the pit right below where Striker stood, not causing the slightest of a startle in him. He knew from experience the tool box that would not stay put on the poorly built storage shelf--as well as who responded to the commotion with a vulgar intensity. He leaned himself against the railing of the stairs, looking further below to see if he could catch a glimpse of his boss.

"Everythin' alright down there?" Striker continued craning his neck down, waiting for a response audibly or visually, receiving the latter. A shark demon with an elongated snout and slightly slit eyes appeared, her grey skin becoming a cooler hue as she stepped out of the yellow light that lit up the pit of the car garage, now exposed to the natural purple sky of the Envy ring.

"That damn toolbox fell on me," she started, climbing up the stairs as she rubbed her forehead--contextually where she was pummeled by either a wrench or a screwdriver. "We need to get rid of it. We don't use any of the tools in there anyways. Actually, we need to get rid of the whole shelf. It's such a safety hazard."

The shark demon walked past Striker and into the customer waiting room, and Striker followed. He stopped by the control panel before walking into the more enclosed room and shut the two garage doors. They slowly came to a close, basking him in almost complete darkness, except for the yellow light that still lit up the pit below. Sighing, he decided to leave it on, knowing the bulb down there needed to die anyways; he was sick of the yellow light. The warm aura reminded him of Wrath too much.

Striker then walked into the customer waiting room. Before he could take note of what his boss was doing, he was blinded by an electric purple glint from a metal object to his left. It read "Terra M. Lourice", officially claiming and rewarding his boss's certification to be a car repair specialist. Striker shielded his face with a clawed hand and hissed his tail in irritation. "You gotta move that plaque, it blinds me every time the Pentagram starts settin'."

"It's supposed to flaunt everyone and show how much better I am at cars compared to the other blokes who don't show up to work." She pulled out a rag and spray bottle, proceeding to wipe down the counter she sat behind. Striker observed and leaned against the door he walked in from, folding his arms playfully.

"So what's that supposed t'say about me?"

"You don't work enough."

Striker cackled at this, while Terra gave a chuckle as well. The part time hires, especially the new ones, had a hard time showing up to work on time, if at all. It left Striker and Terra to do most of the work, especially closing shifts, leaving them irritated and exhausted by the end of the day. Which is why they had to close so early, before the Envy Pentagram finished setting behind the tall, distant buildings, before the city was no longer basked in a vibrant purple hue, before all the lights turned on and left a royal glow illuminating the night life of the Envy creatures that lurked at dusk and after.

"In all seriousness, Striker," she stopped a minute from wiping the counter and looked up at him. "Thank you for being a reliable employee. I need to stop hiring youngsters who don’t know anything about tools and cars, let alone how to show up.”

Striker unfolded his arms and gave Terra an empathetic smile. "Well, of course. I thought part of bein' an employee was ta help, not be a no-show." He was aware of the stress she was under, running a few of these car shops across the city, scraping up whatever help she could get. The owner recently bought out another car company, due to his need for bettering others in the automobile industry. This led him to pushing all the responsibilities on the higher-up managers like Terra herself.

Striker stayed glued with his back to the door, working up the energy to start his own closing tasks, but Terra spoke up again. "Speaking of which, Striker, I am promoting you. To the general manager here."

"What?"

"You heard me. I can't stay here all the time. There are other locations to attend to."

Striker sat stunned. "Terra, I can't--"

"Well then who else is supposed to run this place?"

Tension grew tight as Striker looked at the floor in response, folding his arms again, eliciting even more tension rather than a playful tone as before. The Pentagram continued to set, slowly gleaming into his eyes directly, his phone chiming at the same time. His head swam from the constant light and sound, causing him to grab his phone out of his pocket in an irritated manner. Seeing it was a text from a close friend, Keagan, he thanked Satan for the reason to look anywhere but his boss, and slightly relaxed his shoulders.

"Coffee tomorrow? It's been a hot minute since we’ve caught up. That new cafe is open now, across the street from your apartment."

Before he could respond, Terra spoke up again, and he was forced to dismiss the text. He placed his phone back in his pocket and once again folded his arms, still studying the floor, making note of the dust he needed to mop up, shoulders tensing up again.

Striker felt Terra’s eyes on him, cold as stone; that's all he could sense from her presence as he continued looking anywhere but her. He felt his body shrink beneath her stare. He knew where this was going.

"It's obvious you came to Envy to run away from Wrath. Trying to recover or hide from something. You shut down when I ask about it." It was true. He made himself seem smaller, almost invisible, even though it exposed him more than anything.

"I've tried to get to know you more, like what you did before I hired you. I just get silence and a sense of guilt." Striker looked up at her, wanting to interject, but her stone-grey eyes continued to be cold and unbreaking, solid and steady. It intimidated him–he despised being intimidated. The contrast was a striking difference, Striker’s glowing yellow eyes illuminating his face, exposing his insecurities, his emotions, his flaws. And Terra’s eyes were observing it all. 

It left him speechless.

Terra spoke up a final time, gently softening her gaze to be more smooth. He assumed she caught on to his tense silence.

"Whatever it is, Striker, that you are running away from--I don't want to replace them and become your new shitty thing to worry about. All I'm asking is for your help. I'm a branch manager, not a general. I can't stay, but I can't leave without you taking over."

Striker averted his gaze back to the ground. He disliked when others could see right through him. All he wanted was to move away, get a simple job to get some money, and live his life without others worrying or checking up on him all the time. Without someone there constantly pushing him to be vulnerable. Especially after what happened in Wrath. 

His heart started beating just a bit faster than normal. He rubbed his tired eyes, trying to forget he was even thinking at all, trying to control his breathing, trying not to warrant worry out of his boss. 

Taking a deep breath, Striker considered his options. At least this promotion was a new stress that could distract him from his emotions. Working more and a pay raise will only help him in the long run. Terra was just asking for help, not for his sweat and tears, not for his "backstory". Others love to pry and learn everything about why you are the way that you are. But not Terra.

Finally, he stood up a little straighter, smiling solemnly… almost regrettably. "Alright, alright. I'll take the promotion for ya."

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[youraveragemiscellanyenjoyer]

Vox as Orin plz plz 🥺💕

HERE HE IS!!

[sirshiba]

are people still making hazbin hotel redesigns or

(transcript for the text under the cut)

Charlie: The crown princess and current ruling figurehead of hell. Usually sweet and sunny, if a bit demanding because of her spoiled upbringing. Has a fiery temper that's prone to flare-ups.

Alastor: Enigmatic radio personality and former overlord who disappeared for several years after being ousted from power by Vox. Charming, blackmailing, and murdering his way back up the hierarchy of hell.

Angel Dust: Burlesque performer, drag artist, and pin-up model who also offers 'adult' services to high-profile clients. Sultry, charismatic, always putting on an act. Has a troubled relationship with his manager, Valentino.

Husker: Once a highly successful businessman in Hell who managed Overlords' funds. Now a washed-up alcoholic bartender laying low in the hotel, dodging vengeful loan sharks and Overlords from his shady past.

[feli026]

that's the tea ✨️

[viiolettestars]

A HELLUVA REWRITE ♡♡♡

♡DISCLAIMER:THIS IS CRITICAL OF HELLUVA BOSS♡

♡DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT SUPPORT VIVZIEPOP OR HER ACTIONS♡

◇NOTE: English is NOT my first language so there might be some mistakes◇

◇◇◇Blitzø Buckzo◇◇◇

• Boss of I.M.P.

• Husband of Verosika Mayday (fight me)

• Adoptive father of Loona(17)

•I.M.P.•

◇ Blitzø basically started I.M.P. to support him and Loona since Verosika basically has her own money but uses some of it to support Blitzø's business.

•The emoloyees•

Millie- Blitzø met Millie during a trip in the Wrath ring. His van broke down and Millie's family basically took them (blitzø, Verosika and loona) in until the van is fixed. He told the family about his business and Millie was somewhat intrigued. She always wanted to see what earth looked like. So, she went with blitzø and became his first employee.

•The pilot•

The pilot starts with millie and blitzø figuring out how can they go to the living world and start their business since they don't know how to build a portal. Blitzø considers visiting his old friend the goetia prince himself, Stolas. He's quite scared to visit him since they weren't in good terms and if you weren't with good terms with the prince, you are up for a good ol' beheading. He tells his fears to Millie and Millie then tells him to face his fears (blah blah you get it) and lifts him towards the company van.

The rest of the pilot follows the three, Blitzø, Millie and Loona to the goetia prince's palace while also fighting some sinners on the way (woo bloodshed!!!!), and getting distracted by a carnival. They fight demons there too( woo bloodshed part 2!!!). After a few hours later, they finally arrive at the palace. They are greeted by the prince Stolas himself and gestures them to come in. Millie and Loona basically had fun in the palace, meeting and chatting with Stella, Stolas' wife, and Octavia, the daughter. While the females are having fun, Stolas pulls Blitzø aside and had a talk with him. Stolas agreed to lend him the book, much to Blitzø's relief, BUT on one condition. He gives Stolas his own soul, which means, the prince can do ANYTHING with Blitzø,(this is where the sex deal comes in)basically making him his very own puppet. Blitzø refuses at first but stolas threatens on beheading Blitzø, so, he agrees, much to a satisfied Stolas. Blitzø then exits the room, greeted by Millie and Loona. Millie asks him what's wrong but he brushes it off. Millie accepts his answer but is still suspicious about Blitzø. They go home and drink some whiskey and watched a movie. Blitzø is still paranoid about the deal.

•♡◇ THE END•♡◇

By: Vii

[pipfrankenstein]

sir pentious redesign bc i still kinda love him (sadly)

[aleafinacup]

*doesn’t even watch the show* AMAZONNNNN DROP MORE CANON CHAGGIE CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!

[welcome-to-the-milfzone]

good afternoon hazbin hotel nation here is my gift on this fine thursday

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

How I sleep after watching all of the Hazbin Hotel leaks, immediately forgetting everything in them, and continuing to be ignorant about everything Vivziepop has ever supposedly done:

[yourlocalpurplelover]

Alastor redesign sketch! ♡

Made him look more like a deer and a radio host rather than a twink that looks like he's been dipped in red paint and been forced to have an ugly ass hairstyle