#in my Hazbin era

[mamamangaka]

I’m in love with them idk what else to say

[sophfandoms53]

just wanted to share how gorgeous i think Angel is

[speakofthedebbie]

yall know the drill

made this 3 days ago, forgor abt it

omg guys it me

no text version bc i might use this

idk when ill start putting the meme index again, shits exhausting

[sonchop]

okay but let's just talk about this moment once more, please

Lucifer doesn't just feel terrified af when Charlie is in "danger" (compared to the acceptance he shows when the spears are aimed at him)

but also pulls her away from it and even changes places with her to protect

he's ready to protect her whatever it takes, even if it means to take the strikes of all spears of heaven

it keeps breaking my heart, he loves his daughter so much, more than anything

[cringefailvox]

i wonder if vaggie was charlie's first ever personal proof of concept. if charlie watched this razor sharp woman with scars on her back and bandages over her eye slowly come out of her terrified, angry shell to reveal an inner core of fierce concern and loyalty and love. if charlie saw vaggie's emerging softness, her devotion and mercy and protectiveness, and felt a warming affirmation of everything she believed about sinners: that everyone deserves a second chance, that everyone has a sliver of goodness beneath their pain, that hell shouldn't be the end of the road. because vaggie's very existence validates all of charlie's principles and deeply-held truths. and then she learns that vaggie was never a sinner at all.

[vschs]

- honey sweety what the fuck

[vii-doodles]

HazbinAutumnWeek Day 3: Trick or Treating!

Little 1k+ StaticApple / Valastor writing under the cut ✨

The three overlords and their majesty made a striking group as they strolled down the streets of Hell in their Halloween costumes, heading toward the final stop of the night: the Hazbin Hotel, where a Halloween party was waiting for them.

Valentino, dressed as Cruella with a massive black-and-white fur coat, a black dress so sleek it perfectly melted into every curve of his body and an elegant cigarette holder, had a gentle hand on Alastor’s shoulder. Alastor, perfectly in character as Lady Tremaine, wore a wine-red gown with puffy shoulders and an air of refined mischief that suited him too well. One of Val’s extra arms was looped through Alastor’s, keeping them close.

Infront them, Vox trailed along with a pumpkin-shaped basket in hand, his screen projecting fake stitches to his amused grin and wearing a black suit, perfectly representing Jack Skellington, as he watched Lucifer practically skipping ahead. Lucifer, fittingly dressed as Sally was filled with pure excitement, his face lit up with childlike glee as he bounded up the hotel's hill.

“Trick or treat!” he shouted eagerly, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. As the doors of the Hotel opened to welcome them, Lucifer couldn’t contain himself and gave a little jump, his stitched-up sleeves flapping. Charlie, who had opened the doors, squealed excited at the sight of them.

Val chuckled, squeezing Alastor’s arm gently. “Seeing the the king of hell being so... Lively... because of some candy was truly not on my bingo card for this year.” he murmured, watching Lucifer with genuine amusement.

Vox smirked, watching his lover with an affectionate glint in his eyes. He’d been the one to tell Lucifer all about trick-or-treating, a quaint human tradition that seemed like an odd fit for the ruler of Hell. But Lucifer had been all in from the start, insisting they go all out, costumes and all. And now here he was, fully immersed in the experience, delighted at every door that had handed him a handful of sweets.

Of course, for Vox, there was an added step at every stop. The moment they collected their candy, he’d casually flicker his screen, sending out subtle hypnotic waves that glazed over the minds of each demon they encountered. Couldn’t have it getting around that three of Hell’s most feared Overlords, plus Lucifer himself, were out indulging in such a cutesy and domestic activity. Maintaining their reputation took a bit of effort, after all.

Charlie stepped aside and made them follow her inside of the Hotel, her own costume an adorable mishmash of pumpkin and ghost elements. “Welcome, welcome! I’m so glad you all made it!” She beamed, clapping her hands together. “Come on in! This party’s just getting started!”

Lucifer was the first inside, his eyes darting immediately to the tables loaded with an array of Halloween-themed snacks. There were candied apples, marshmallow ghosts, and a bubbling punch bowl filled with some ominously glowing green liquid. “Oh, Vox, look at all this!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing as he took in the spread.

Vox smirked as he followed Lucifer toward the food, holding the pumpkin basket as Lucifer picked out treats with the enthusiasm of a child. “I swear,” Vox teased, leaning in close, “it’s like you’ve never seen candy before.”

Lucifer chuckled, casting Vox a sidelong glance. “It’s not really the candy,” he murmured, his voice softening with a hint of wonder. “It’s the whole experience. I never truly celebrated Halloween before... I suppose I just lost interest in human festivities after a while.” He paused, looking around the decorated room with genuine appreciation. “But tonight... it feels different. It’s… nice, having a reason to enjoy all this.”

A warm smile softened Vox’s usually sharp features. Without a word, he placed a gentle hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He could feel his own heart stirring, watching the joy on Lucifer’s face, a brightness that made him feel lighter. “Then enjoy it,” Vox said quietly, his voice filled with warmth. “I can’t imagine a better Halloween than this one, seeing you this happy.”

Charlie smiled fondly at Vox's and her father's interaction, watching them with warmth in her eyes before turning back to Valentino and Alastor, who had stepped inside hand in hand.

“So, over here’s the dance floor,” she said, leading them to a spacious area adorned with flickering jack-o’-lanterns and fake cobwebs. “And we’ve got a few different drinks set up. There’s something smoky, something sweet, and, of course, something... a little more intense.”

Alastor’s eyes lit up as he took in the carefully arranged tables, and he gave Charlie an approving nod. “My, my, you’ve outdone yourself, Miss Morningstar. Quite the spread you’ve got here. I couldn't have done it better.”

Charlie blushed, clearly thrilled at Alastor's approval. “Thanks, Alastor! And you two look fantastic. I mean, really! Cruella and Lady Tremaine?” She gave a playful smile, “Absolutely villainous. Though... I wasn't aware that you knew who they are, Al.”

Valentino chuckled, smoothing the fur on his Cruella coat. “Only the best for a night like this.” His arm remained looped with Alastors. "though I had to rather force those films onto him" he added, pulling Alastor a little closer and to Charlie's suprise, Alastor didn't even protest. With a smile on her lips she left as Vaggie called out for her.

As they made their way through the Halloween crowd, Valentino nudged Alastor with an elbow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "I gotta hand it to you, cariño,” he drawled, eyeing Alastor’s Lady Tremaine costume. “You look almost as good as me in a villain’s getup.”

Alastor chuckled, a sly smile curling on his lips as he adjusted the collar of his gown. "Almost? Darling, I'm practically the embodiment of evil elegance," he replied smoothly. "And I didn’t even need to slip into stilettos to pull it off."

Val laughed, glancing down at his own black stilettos. “Oh, you wish. These things are a statement, baby. Though I gotta admit,” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, “I never thought I'd see you in something this... flamboyant.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalized. “Why, Valentino! Are you suggesting I’m anything less than flamboyant every day?”

Val threw his head back in laughter. “Touché. Guess I forgot who I was talking to.” He glanced at Alastor, eyes gleaming. “So, when’s the next dance? I wanna see if you’re as smooth on the floor as you are with that silver tongue.”

Alastor smirked, offering his hand with a dramatic flourish. “Shall we find out, darling?”

Val took it without hesitation, the two overlords slipping seamlessly into a waltz amid the costumed chaos around them, both too proud to let the other outshine them, and both enjoying every second of it.

[vextik]

obsessed with alastor pissing off vox by doing nothing

[nesperus]

part 2 of my hazbin redesigns: the spider

part 1

[raihyeon]

8 Years of Favourite Characters!

Template here by @/bunsketches on Twitter

[qdkdraws]

Antis: haha lol Charlastor is DEAD cry Me, looking at the screenshots and sneak peeks: holy fuck, Charlastor is more alive than me

[herbalsingularitea]

Eve’s witness testimony in the Lucifer v Heaven court case

[hlkproductions]

behold, the hazbin oc i forgot to post here after debuting her on twitter! Vixen Dupont is a vaudeville performer of the roaring 20's who, after dying in a tragic electrical fire in the studio she worked out of with her fellow dancers, learned that she and the girls had been condemned to hell on hot wheels for what none of them could justifiably conceive the cause. Eventually, she took the initiative to seek out a means of making an after-living for herself and her friends, dabbling in the rising popularity of the Pride Ring's exclusively sinner based entertainment scene. Through a number of unfortunate events and charity courtesy of a friendship with Hell's newest creepy crawly, The Radio Demon, Vixen shook herself free of her exploitative career and went on to build her own business in another Overlord's territory. The Silk Paw, a club for the weary soul longing for times gone by and a touch of softness after the inferno, is her current pride and joy. Her relations with Alastor remain purely speculation to the public at large, and for a decade or so managed to die down. His return to the spotlight now turns the rumor mill once more, and the hotel he sees fit to busy himself with becomes an interest of his old friend's to the point that Vixen decides it would be profitable for all parties if she became a sponsor of Princess Charlie's endeavors.

[bapple117]

I don’t wanna play devils advocate or pit different fandoms against each other, this is just a general and personal observation, BUT

In six months of being in the Hazbin fandom for the first half of this year, I experienced a whole lot of stuff which I struggled with. Excluding meeting and getting to know all the WONDERFUL people in my server & being so very fortunate to have my fics do well, I actually got so burned out of that fandom due to toxicity and drama. I directly dealt with rude entitled people, bullying, feeling socially excluded from specific cliques… As well as observing all of the other weird (and constant) fan wars that seem to happen in that specific fandom

It is just a vocal MINORITY but it’s enough to sort of like, exhaust a person eventually. Again, I can’t express enough how wonderful some parts of that fandom were and still are - I’ve made some incredible friends & have some very treasured memories, and I still consider myself a part of the fandom, but…

The latter 6 months of this year I returned to the Gravity Falls fandom actively (have been in it since 2012) and boy oh boy, has that been a different experience. It’s just so much more… chill? I haven’t had weird entitled anons in my ask box, I haven’t felt excluded anywhere, I haven’t had people trying to micromanage my stories or play bitchy mind games with me. It’s just been so… wholesome. And peaceful. The Theraprist readers (especially those in my server) are just the coolest bunch ever, so supportive and funny. Idk. It’s just an entirely different vibe, and look - let’s face it, I was not in a great place mentally for most of this year, especially in the first half. Maybe I just got unlucky with the types of people I ran into in the Hazbin fandom, I don’t know.

Gravity Falls just always feels like home to me. It’s my favourite show of all time, Bill is my favourite fictional character of all time, it’s just… I don’t know. I’ve just had a much better experience being active in that fandom this year overall, and that makes me both happy and sad, because I kinda owe my current “fandom creator status” to Hazbin, really. 2024 is the first time in all my thirty-two years of life I’ve ever been active in fandom spaces, rather than just a lurker. I don’t regret any of it, but I do wish I’d been less naive / vulnerable in the Hazbin fandom, sometimes. My people pleasing and anxiety was off the CHARTS for a hot minute there (if you know you know LOL)

Maybe I’ll have a better, more well-rounded experience with Hazbin once season two rolls around. I hope so. I’m wiser now - I’ve learned some valuable lessons 😂

I need to say again though just how grateful I am for ALL of my readers, and I still love Hazbin absolutely. I just really, REALLY needed a break from thinking about it, cause it kind of got muddied up with a whole cluster of bad feelings and anxiety for me for a while there. I think I’m moving past that, now. I see my boys on the horizon and I feel radiostatic feelings in the depths again 🤣

[karmaxxx130]

FNAF x Hazbin Hotel crossover

So… I'm still in my fnaf obsession phase but I just watched all of Hazbin Hotel yesterday and I fucking love that show and its characters so crossover. What would Michael be as a sinner? Like a walking reminder of his greatest sin, of course. A permanently smiling fox plush (he avoids anything that looks like fox since the bite and plush reminds him of his brother's). He kept the gray and purple tint and empty eyes from his zombie days. Let's put some dirty foxy red on his hands (he still feels like he has Evan's blood on his hands). He still has no organs (he didn't need them before), but he's filled with plush stuffing and metal bones that might remind him of an animatronic endoskeleton.

That or something bear related? Zombie related?

[ghostlyruinstrash]

currently going insane over how much this scene reminds me of that voxtagram post

vox goes to see val who's having another temper tantrum and throws a drink at him, why does that sound familiar?

oh yeah.

like ofc their relationship has changed a lot since voxtagram, but most of that is definitely due to changes to vox' character rather than the way val treats him.

val still seems perfectly happy to hit and or throw things at vox even when it's not him val is angry at, the only real change here is that vox has gotten better at dodging.

which makes me wonder whether the relationship we saw on voxtagram (something that ofc is no longer canon) has really retconned or if it will just become a backstory for them, what their relationship was like before vox got as good as he is at dealing with val's shit. probably not but it would be interesting.