#nugget (oc)

[quilbug-draws]

@pogglins did a sketch that was so lovely in vibe I asked to finish the art :D

✨️Process and original sketch under the cut

Ft: Nugget (left) & Brun (right)

[hijackmac]

ALSO!! CULT OF THE LAMB AU UPON YE (ft. Bruno as the lamb, another one of my oc's)

BUT JOSE IS AN OTTER IN THIS AU RHAAAGHH‼️‼️ Also a cult leader.. silly little guy... so have this lazy but tiny doodle of em,, might go into the AU more later..

[voxslays]

HAZBIN MEN AS DADS

Featuring >>> Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust (Anthony), Lucifer, Husk, Vox, & Valentino x Reader (Separately) as fathers.

(not proofread if that wasn’t obvious lol)

Adam:

Total boy dad. I can see him with a little girl, (let’s be honest, his daughter would 100% become an exorcist and take over after he retires as commander (if he ever retires lol)), but he would turn his son into the the next exorcist commander.

Adam is definitely a bit misogynistic…and no matter what you do, atleast a little bit of that would be passed down to your child. If Adam had a son (not him already having two other sons…), he would start training him at a very young age. (Kinda like the career tributes from the hunger games if yk what I mean. (Oh, you don’t? I don’t blame you lol. Idk what I even meant by this tbh. Don’t worry about it-))

With a girl, I can 100% see him being overly protective TO THE EXTREME. He’s the type to scare off teenage boys lol.

Alastor:

Is probably the best dad on this list (except for Luci ofc.) Is super protective of his family. Would not let your baby out of his sight for the first few weeks. Would offer to help you with the baby when it wakes up crying late at night.

Is totally a girl dad. He would willingly play dress up and have tea parties with her in her room…but it will not be mentioned outside of there. When going out for an outing, he would dress her up to match his colors—red & black—and give you a few extra minutes to get ready.

The two of you want some alone time? He’ll ask Rosie. If she’s busy he is forcing either Husk or Niffty to watch the child. Alastor also most definitely keeps your young, innocent child away from Angel Dust for ‘reasons’ he doesn’t want to elaborate on. Your child will inherit his powers and will be almost as strong as him one day!

Husk:

Okay…so first of all, the elephant in the room. His alcoholism. I don’t think Husk would completely stop drinking, but would tone it down for the sake of you and your child. When he’s drinking/drunk, he would make sure he wasn’t around your child, not wanting that kid to see the ‘real’ him.

He would totally be a girl dad. He would completely deny it but we all know it’s true. Like Alastor, if your daughter wanted him to dress up, have a tea party with him, etc. I think it would take a little more convincing than Alastor but in the end he would do it.

Would be overly protective. ESPECIALLY AROUND ALASTOR. Husk would make sure that your child was atleast six feet away from the deer demon at all times. Husk obviously has lots of experience with Alastor as a person, so he of all people knows that Alastor could (and maybe would???) manipulate his spawn into a deal.

Angel Dust:

Angel is extremely excited…but…He is nervous. VERY anxious.

Angel would be a good dad, but he is worried about his deal with Val. Who knows what Val would do if he found out he was in another relationship…let alone with a child! When the child in question is born, he does everything in his power to hide them from Val.

If Val found out, he would be pissed. After calming down (barely), he would try to get your child under contract to punish Angel. Therefore, Angel is obviously very protective. Angel would teach your child how to be street-smart and survive on the streets of hell. Your child would learn from Angel’s mistakes.

Lucifer:

WHAT? HES GONNA BE A DAD (again)!? He is so stoked. Before the baby is even born they have everything they could ever want. Anything for his little duckling.

Your child would be homeschooled, but not by you. By the most well-known and well-educated members of Hell’s society. Your child is truly getting a million dollar education. Oh! And if your child decides to get a higher education after high school? It’s already taken care of. Lucifer makes sure that there are schools ready to take your child to college before your baby even turns two!

For some characters, I feel like they would either be girl dads or boy dads, but Lucifer could truly be either. With a little girl, I could totally see him playing dress up or Barbies with her, no problem! With a boy, same thing.

Vox:

Your child hit the jackpot. I mean…who wouldn’t want the richest overlord in all of pride to be their father? I just pray the kid doesn’t come out looking like a leapfrog or iPad…

Your child would be an iPad kid (vPad?) They would have all the newest technology and toys, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it all! Seriously though, this kid 100% has a playroom just filled with all the toys Vox either made or bought for them. He definitely spoils them (and you).

Your kid is a nepo baby. As they get into their teenage years, Vox would make sure they started to gain fame. Whether it’s by singing or acting (or both), or becoming a powerful overlord like himself, Vox would help them reach that.

Both you and Vox would make sure that your baby is supervised around Val and Velvette, if Vox even lets the kid around Valentino. He does NOT want Valentino trying to swindle them into a deal.

Valentino:

Bestie...What were you thinking? Let’s be honest. Valentino would not be the greatest dad. Definitely not the worst, but not great.

He would 100% leave your kid unsupervised. You’d better always be watching because he definitely isn’t. Speaking of supervision, Val would just randomly bring your child into his studio…When the two of you are spending ‘time’ together, he would either get Vel or Vox to watch the baby, or one of the souls he has under contract. Is surprisingly overprotective.

Val would teach make sure your child knows Spanish, threatening to ‘disown the brat’ if they refused. Luckily, you are there to stop Valentino from going off on your baby. Your child definitely learns a few Spanish swears from him.

TYSM FOR 1K NOTES GUYS! I really appreciate the support. As of now, this is my most liked post ever. I’m glad you guys enjoyed it so much! Thank you! <3

[kingsillysmilez]

BURGER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[doostyaudi]

R there even twiddlefinger mod fans here.... Please it's so dark in here....

Anyways. Art dump of the brainrot yaoi mod or whatever. Im cringe but i am free

Why am I like this-

[dragon-spaghetti]

The eepy eepers,, sleepy kitties & pig,,,,,,

[twigsagi101]

Doodle in between work

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pngs I made for my son lol

rb // like // share / save idc I’m not the cops

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doodle

[alleesaur]

felt like designing some sillies

[quilbug-draws]

@pogglins did a sketch that was so lovely in vibe I asked to finish the art :D

✨️Process and original sketch under the cut

Ft: Nugget (left) & Brun (right)

[oppasims]

#18: “Midas touch."

[fics-and-quotes-andthelike]

The Makeover and The Makeup

Title: The Makeover and The Makeup

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic), Alastor x reader (mentioned)

Word Count: ~1,369

In which Angel Dust and the reader get into a fight in the middle of a makeover session.

A/N: Part 3 of the Never and Always series. It’s super short, but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Val, mentions of de*th, Angel being suggestive, ooc Angel maybe

When you had first struck a deal with the Vees, they had treated you with something that had almost resembled kindness. They had showered you in compliments and praise, feeding you false promises and empty words of endearment.

It lasted for two days.

After that, you were fair game. Fresh meat. A new toy for all three Vees to poke and prod at while you did their bidding.

But then came your knight in blood red armor, holding his cane in one hand and smiling broadly as he greeted you with a kiss to your knuckle for the first time.

You had stuck to Alastor’s side ever since.

But although you were more than grateful for his rescue, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a little alone. Alastor had saved you, yes, and he kept you by his side, of course, but he wasn’t exactly one to share feelings or stories. 

He did, however, listen to yours. 

After you had shared a particularly brutal story having to do with a certain moth demon, Alastor had come to a quick decision and swept you away to the Hazbin Hotel. 

When you arrived, you had found a group of souls that were just as broken as you were.

Especially Angel Dust. 

While your brief time with the Vees was nothing compared to Angel’s ongoing experience with Valentino, he seemed to appreciate that you had some semblance of understanding about what it meant to be Valentino’s target.

Meanwhile, you were just happy to find that you weren’t the only soul foolish enough to fall for the moth demon’s charms.

Ever since the two of you had found out about your shared past, Angel had practically taken you under his wing. He introduced you to Cherri Bomb, invited you when he was high strung and needed to go out, and confided in you when he had a rough day at work.

You had done the same, telling your stories about the Vees and your life Before and sharing your feelings.

The last point, though, you were beginning to regret.

“So he killed a guy for you, huh?” Angel asked as he circled you, admiring his handiwork.

“That’s not what I said,” you protested as you looked at your reflection in Angel’s full-length mirror. 

Angel stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. “You really think Smiles left the guy alive? C’mon, dollface, you ain’t that naive, are ya?”

You flushed and looked down.

“That’s what I thought,” Angel said, smugness coating his words as he began walking once again.

You looked back up and glared at him through the mirror. “You know, when I said you could give me a makeover, I didn’t mean I was going to be your personal dress-up doll. This is the fifth outfit.”

Angel stopped beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders and leaning into you as he admired his work in the mirror. “You knew what you were gettin’ into, sweet cheeks. Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

You did love it. It was fun to let your guard down for a few hours and allow Angel Dust to release his creative energy. Not that you would ever say so to his face, of course.

“Besides,” Angel continued as he wandered away from you and towards his closet, rifling through the many options. “Your first official date with Mista Creepy was a hit, right? We’ve gotta change up your style a bit if you wanna get some,” he said with a wink in your direction.

Your eyes widened. “That is not what I’m trying to do,” you hissed. “Alastor is my friend.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.”

“He is,” you insisted. “He’s been nothing but sweet to me, and I’m not going to ruin the friendship that we’ve built.”

You tried not to notice Angel’s grimace in the mirror. It was a lot harder to pretend, though, when he turned around with an uncertain expression on his face, holding a dress to his chest and avoiding eye contact.

“Look,” he said hesitantly. “I know he seems…”

“Kind.”

“Right,” Angel said, scratching the back of his head. “But I’ve been talkin’ to Husk. About you and Smiles. He says you should be careful.”

You couldn’t fight back the burst of anger that rose in your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Angel’s eyes widened as he held up his two free hands in surrender. “I ain’t sayin’ you gotta stop talkin’ to the guy. I’m just saying-”

“You don’t know him,” you interjected, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You don’t know anything about him. I know he’s an Overlord, but he’s sweet and he’s kind, and he’s never done anything to hurt me. He would never hurt anyone.”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left your lips. It was foolish of you to forget. Alastor was your friend, of course, but he was also an Overlord. One of the most powerful Overlords that Hell had ever seen.

There was a fire in Angel’s eyes as he leaned towards you. “He already has. He’s done it to all those other souls he owns, and he’s done it to Husk. I know you love ‘im, but he ain’t a good guy.”

You spluttered and stepped back, trying to ignore the blush that coated your cheeks. “I didn’t say I loved him.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You didn’t have to. I see how you look at him. It’s the same way I looked at Val before-” he stopped, looking down and away from you, shielding his gaze.

You felt your anger seep away as quickly as it had appeared. How could you have been so blind? Of course this situation felt familiar to Angel. You were a fool for not noticing any sooner. A fool, and a horrible friend.

Angel looked up, finally meeting your eyes. “I just don’t want you ta get hurt.”

You understood exactly what he was saying, of course. Alastor owned Husk’s soul, and despite never taking advantage of that fact when you were around, you had heard some of the stories from Angel. It only made sense that your friend was trying to warn you now. Someone he loved was already at the mercy of the Radio Demon. Of course he would do anything he could to protect you from the same fate.

You nodded, looking down. “I know,” you said quietly. 

You stepped forward then, wrapping your arms around the spider demon and squeezing tightly. “Thank you. For looking after me.”

For a moment, you received no response. Then, you heard the rustle of fabric as Angel dropped the dress that he was holding onto the floor, wrapping four of his arms around you and pulling you close. “That’s my job, toots,” he said quietly.

You held each other, a silent promise passing in between you as you gripped each other with all of the strength you could muster.

Finally, you stepped back, reaching out and grabbing two of Angel’s hands. You pressed them to your lips, one at a time, before looking up with a soft smile. 

“I hope I didn’t ruin the makeover,” you said with a gleam in your eye.

Angel grinned, reaching up with one of his free hands to ruffle your hair. “Not at all, sweet cheeks. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~~~

When Husk found the two of you later that day after searching for his usual drinking partner, he didn’t find two demons smiling together as they dressed up and pretended for a few hours that the rest of Hell didn’t exist.

Instead, he found two wayward souls on the ground, half dressed and half asleep, leaning against each other as they spoke in a way that only the closest of friends could.

They looked over at him, smiling and beckoning him closer, and drawing him onto the floor with them, where they spoke until sleep finally wrapped its kind arms around them.

They were still in the hotel, of course, but for the first time in a long time, these three souls finally felt like they were home.

Part 4 Here!!

A/N 2: Another part with more Alastor x reader is coming soon, it’ll be a continuation of A Dance in Death!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @severusminerva @anh4125 @midorichoco @rapturenyx @maybememoriesx @martinys-world @miyu-kii @axellovesalastor @mo-0-o

[voxslays]

Your Perfume~ Alastor x Reader

In which >>> Alastor is scarily attracted to your perfume, and will do whatever it takes to get his fill of it.

Warnings: Smut, AFAB! Reader, Enchanted Perfume????

You and Alastor were driving back to the hotel after a long night of dancing at Mimzy’s club. You were both all dolled up, but all Alastor could think about was that intoxicating perfume. It was almost as if the perfume was enchanted. It is. It made him want to-

“Are you okay Al?” You ask from the passenger seat. Alastor's hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white, and his breath was growing heavier. He was trying to focus on the road but the scent of your perfume was too much, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to have you. With a sudden jerk of the wheel, Alastor pulled the car over to the side of the road. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger.

“What the hell?” You say, clearly confused. He reached out and grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you towards him. “Kiss me, now.” His voice was a low, commanding growl, and he didn't wait for a response before crashing his lips against yours. His hands roamed over your body possessively, his touch scorching through your clothes. He pushed you back against the passenger seat, his body heavy on top of you. Between kisses, he growled, "Your perfume..." He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "It's driving me mad. You're driving me mad." He began to kiss and suck at your neck, his hands finding their way under your shirt. His touch was rough, urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

He tore his mouth away from your neck to look at you, his eyes wild and possessive. "I need you. Now. Here. In this car." He reached behind the seat and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over you both before climbing on top of you again. “M-mhm.” You whisper softly. He ripped open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and buried his face in your cleavage. He nuzzled and kissed your breasts through your bra, his hands roaming your body, touching you everywhere. He growled, "Wrap your legs around me." He unfastened his pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. 

He yanked your skirt up and pulled your underwear to the side, not bothering to take them off. He positioned himself at your entrance and thrust deep inside, a low groan escaping him as he did. He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside you over and over again. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice strained with desire. The car shook with the force of his movements.

His hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently as he continued to thrust into you. His eyes met yours, and he saw the way you looked at him, with equal hunger and desperation. He kissed you hard, swallowing your moans. ​​His pace quickened, his breathing growing heavier. He could feel the heat rising between you both, the air thick with the scent of your perfume and the sounds of your passion. He grunted, burying his face in your neck as he finally reached his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you. His body shook with the force of his release, and he stayed buried deep within you as he came down from the high. He kissed your neck softly before pulling out and rolling onto the seat beside you.

He ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he caught her breath. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. "That perfume... it's dangerous." He said, his voice hoarse. “It is.” You agree, still trying to catch your breath. He reached out and grabbed the bottle of perfume from your purse, holding it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, a look of pure bliss crossing his face. “Fuck, it's even better up close.” He opened his eyes and looked at you.

He leaned in close, his face hovering above yours. The scent of your perfume was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but give in to the urge to kiss you again. His lips met yours, and he lost himself in the moment, all thoughts of anything else fading away. You break the kiss. “I love you.” Alastor pulls you back into another kiss.

He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice soft. He nuzzled against you, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

[kingsillysmilez]

Pokemon Go :3

[venomgaia]

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