#thread: a-hazbin-spider

[voxuli]

The touch still comes as a surprise, despite his ability to see Angel moving in through the other cameras. Maybe it's that it's a rather rude break in his own out-of-body experience; a sudden reminder that he is still as much in his body as he is viewing the outside of it. His haptic sensors in the head aren't fully plugged in yet, but he's still attuned to the subtle shift that occurs.

There's a brief flash of electricity between his antenna, another charge curling down his arm to his fingers. Claws are closed into a fist rather than letting loose a warning jolt; he can see all of Angel's hands from the other views, and the spider gives no indication he intends anything malicious.

It's a dumb decision, to be sure, but not one made with ill intent. He's still just uneasy from being jumped earlier.

"And here I thought you were capable of talking without being crass for ten minutes," he snaps, before re-analyzing some of his queued-up thoughts. No need to get snippy with him, Vox reminds himself, deleting the lot of them. He may be a bit of a mess right now, but he's still aware enough to maintain his reputation. And anyway, Angel is–as far as he can tell–just trying to help.

"I don't need to lie down," he clarifies, forcing his voice into a calmer tone. "I'm pretty sure I know what's wrong."

After all, the gang of idiots that had tried to take him on hadn't limited their attacks to his head; doubtlessly the wires in his body had been similarly jostled out of place. If the head had been a mess, his chest cavity was bound to be a nightmare, the likes of which are already threatening a metaphorical migraine.

It had been one thing to let Angel assist him with the head; none of that was critical, despite Angel's prior worries. Vox rather preferred it that way, letting people think it was the source of his being when in reality it was nothing more than a vanity prosthetic.

To give the spider access to his true innards, however: simply unthinkable. It doesn't matter if he understands what he sees or not, or even if he doesn't intend to use it against Vox. He knows the value of that kind of information, and the only way he's been able to be sure that data wouldn't make it out into the public was to ensure it never left his own body.

He'd be more confident if both his hands were working, but... he'll figure out a way to fix it. On his own. Because he has to, and that's all there is to it.

He reaches up to one of Angel's wrists to tug him away from his case. "I'm not in the habit of letting people into the rest of my wiring, Angel, but thank you for the offer. I'll manage. Now let's see, the back panels and the screws should all still be on the table over there..."

[ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves /and or

[ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious

@a-hazbin-spider ?

[ alone ] from the injury/hurt prompts list!

~

Vox usually likes to be alone after a fight; to lick his wounds in private, so to speak. He has a habit of walling himself off in his sanctum, free to keep tabs on everyone while secure in the knowledge that no one could see him. The solemn darkness of the space was the next best thing to real reassurance that things were going to be okay, and much easier to get ahold of.

He's careless, perhaps. Maybe too injured to think as he stumbles inside, a prominent trail of black oil and bright blue coolant marking his path from the nearest CCTV camera to the door. He forgets to lock the door on the way in.

So it's a nasty shock some time later when the door slides open in the middle of his work. The bright glare of the hallway floods in, illuminating both his headless form and his TV on the table in front of him, its case pulled open and innards exposed for repairs. In lieu of his normal vision, each of the many screens around all swivel to look at the intruder, all displaying a single, familiar red eye.

Vox snarls as he recognizes the silhouette, sinking claws into the table. His speakers blow out and warp his voice as his audio processors fail to keep up.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Angel Dust?"

[radioiaci]

@a-hazbin-spider ⧐ [alone] or [drugged]? INJURY/HURT ASKS

A night spent in his tower is not altogether unusual. Both his private room and his tower are spaces of safety and privacy - both inaccessible by any other than Niffty who is the singular exception. He expects it to be sometime in the dawn hours when he re-awakens from needed and alcohol-induced sleep, standing to stretch and redirect his gaze out of the large, expansive windows-

To catch a glimpse of Angel Dust who seems to be returning from a night of... whatever he gets up to. Alastor has heard things here and there, but has not bothered to invest more than a cursory consideration as to what the other Sinner spends his time doing. But at the moment, it is less that topic that interests him and more so the fact that it seems as though Angel Dust is grasping onto himself as though he is in pain, hobbling into the front doors to presumably slip inside while the remaining residents are still well within the confines of sleep.

Interesting.

A brief moment is spared in dressing himself appropriately and putting his hair back to rights from its unkempt state before Alastor is slipping into the shadows, using the method of transportation to course through the halls of the hotel and seek out wherever Angel Dust has decided to hole up. One assumes his room, if he's made it that far. But Alastor is not so sure.

He can smell the distinct tang of blood somewhere - and he realizes that there are speckles of it along the carpet. Hard to see, but easy for his own sense of smell to detect.

Temptation draws him closer to where the other sinner is in pursuit of both curiosity and a distinct hunger, his eyes fixated on that light pink expanse of hair when Alastor finally spies him.

"Not being very subtle, leaving a trail to your whereabouts," he says aloud, though the radio demon is kind enough to not shout it out for the remainder of the hotel to hear.

His teasing is mercifully kept just between they two. For now.

[e-m-p-error]

[ @a-hazbin-spider || Continued From Here ]

[ Valentino ]

Going a little stiff, Valentino downed the rest of his daiquiri with a flat expression. Angie was pushing his buttons again.

"I ain't fuckin'--" His growl rippled his upper lip, but he didn't move the spider in his lap, "I ain't fuckin' mothman!" That was stupid. He was a moth man, but he wasn't mothman!

"Does that make you a fuckin' moon spider, then?"

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon

Rebel Without Pants

...

It was 9 am in your suite at the Hazbin Hotel and you were currently watching your husband and daughter fling themselves and each other out of the small shadow pockets they continued to open in a weird game of cat and mouse wack-a-mole. You let loose a loud sigh of exasperation as Alastor once again caught the small fawn by her tiny hoof and begin threading the pair of cotton pants unto it, only for her to use her own spectral tendrils to yank his tail. He sounded a surprised bleat, while his child wiggled out of his grasp and tossed the clothing onto the ground with a giggle.

"Now see here, young lady!", the tall deer flung a pointed claw in the direction of the grinning diapered demon, "You WILL wear clothes! Or so help me, I will take away your-"

Your husband quickly looked around for something to make his threat credible, but smiled darkly when he eyed a certain container. "Or I will take away your yogurt covered eyes!", he continued to smirk triumphantly at Evangeline's low growl. She had been gifted those treats from her beloved Auntie Rosie from Cannibal Town and they were her favorite snack.

You knew this threat would not go over well with your daughter and could only watch as she tucked her ears back, hissed in static, and narrowed her eyes before darting into another shadow pit. The entire room was, then, painted in darkness as a wary Alastor stood firm in the middle. Waiting for the attack.

His tendrils stood flailing at the ready with different articles of clothing, when, suddenly, he was smacked on the back of his leg by a small, furry ragamuffin. He immediately went to grab his fleeing child before the feeling of weightlessness seized him. The shadows disappeared into the hole your fawn had created, and lured her father into, before you noticed Alastor falling past the tower windows and unto a confused Angel Dust outside. He must've not seen her trap hole with his own shadows covering the entirety of the room, you reasoned and looked down at the laughing spider holding your furious husband like a princess.

Turning around, Evangeline was under the bed trying to open the child proof clasp on her snack container. With a shriek of frustration when she was unable to overpower the magic lock, she threw it down at your feet in a silent request. Unfortunately for her, you were now running late for your meeting with Charlie so you fixed her with a hard stare. At that moment, your mate had made it back up to the tower window and began to coil his muscles and shake his growing antlers. (Many of which sported impaled baby shirts, socks, and pants)

Here we go again. You thought looking at your watch as the small fawn once again reared up at her father from the ground.

"Evangeline Hartfelt!", you spoke with intensity and at once commanded the attention in the room. You almost never raised your voice so the two deer immediately focused on your next words. "I have had enough of this foolishness." You walked forward to pick up the still locked, dented yogurt box and held it out to her. The small fawn's eyes widened with curiosity.

"If you be a good girl and dress properly, you may have your snack.", you fingered the latch open with a precise slowness, "if not, Mommy and Daddy will eat them all!"

The little deer hopped up quickly as you let out a forced evil laugh and brought an eye up to your lips. She allowed Alastor to properly dress her (he actually enjoyed picking out her outfits) with only a few whines when he groomed her fur covered head with his tongue. However, she nuzzled back into his cheek when he softly purred a bit and gently scratched at her tiny antlers.

You smiled and threw 2 of the yogurt eyes in their direction, which they happily caught with their teeth and followed you out the door to FINALLY begin the day.

...

Hey everyone 🙂 been a minute but I had this idea from the other day and wanted to write it really quick (inspired by my own tiny rebel who absolutely refuses to dress in anything but her diaper 😅)

I'm nearly done with the 4th chapter of The Rival and hope to have it out asap

-SSPR

[dewdropdinosaur]

Go Heavy on the Red

ALASTOR x (F) READER Summary: SOULMATE AU. To say that you never thought you were made for love would be an understatement. All your life, black was all you knew. Black ink and a faded tattoo. Till you died and met him Warnings: Mentions of death, drunk driving, dugs, alcohol, and sex. Rating: PG-13 For the lovely @anon-of-the-void Requests are OPEN

In the chaotic realm of Hell, where demons and lost souls roamed endlessly, there existed a peculiar demon named Alastor. With a penchant for mischief and a flair for the dramatic, he ruled over his domain with unmatched charisma and power. But beneath his imposing exterior lay a longing, a desire for something more profound than the endless cycle of torment and chaos that he so loved. 

All his life, Alastor’s wrist had been adorned with perfect neat red cursive spelling out the words ‘Going heavy on the red, huh?’. Whoever you were, your handwriting was pristine, perfect for someone like him. Yet, despite this, Alastor never truly believed that he would ever find the soulmate behind the words inked upon him. His tattoo was in red…his soulmate was alive or not yet born. A strange phenomenon for a soulmate not to be born within one’s time but then again Alastor was a strange phenomenon in and of himself. 

You were no different. To say that you never thought you were made for love would be an understatement. All your life, black was all you knew. Black ink and a faded tattoo. ‘New to the whole being dead thing my dear?’ Your soulmate was dead, you always wondered how. You were born with the ink so black and murky that it looked like a void space. The handwriting was a fine print, definitely from a time long past. It looked as though it was printed by an old typewriter or someone who had an orderly and steady hand. Crisp and clean. Maybe your soulmate was like that too?

But fate is an even crueler mistress, and despite laying on the load of soulmates from different eras - your mortal thread was also fragile. As the years passed, your time on Earth drew to a close and when you closed your eyes for the last time after being slammed into by a drunk driver - you awoke not to pearly white gates but deep dark brimstone ones. Your bearings were slim and despite trying to orient yourself to your new environment, nothing was working. 

Slowly working your way along the smoky streets, you peered upon an ad for a hotel - the Hazbin Hotel to be precise. The ad was clearly hand drawn with what seemed to be childish crayon but nonetheless the happy picture seemed to stand out amongst the dismal exterior. Following the directions, the streets you walked were perilous. Screaming, crying, the heavy smell of alcohol, sex, and sin filled your nose. Holding your stomach, you convinced yourself that expelling the contents of your stomach right before you approach a hotel didn’t seem like the best idea. You would at least wait to find a decent bathroom…if there was such a thing in this place. In fact, where were you anyway? 

Soon, you came to gaze upon an older structure with a giant vacancy sign. Entering the Hotel, you observed your surroundings. A…cat…stood at the bar with a…spider demon there too? A shorter hyperactive woman ran around with a knife…and were those walking eggs?! 

“OH MY GOSH!! Hello~! Welcome to the Hotel, my name is Charlie!” Without warning a younger woman with blonde hair and a red suit came up and shook your hand furiously. Dazed and confused, you shook back slowly. 

“Oh, hello.”

“So wonderful sinner, would you like a room?”

“Wait, um sinner? I..I am not a sinner.”

“But you are—oh. OH. I see. You’re new!”

“Umm..new to what exactly?”

“Oh, this…this is Hell. You…died?”

“Oh.”

Suddenly, it all made sense. You saw the headlights, he sped through the red light. Crash. Now..now you’re here. Not in your car where you were. But here. In Hell. Hell, the supposedly a fiery pit of destruction and seduction that held the most enigmatic and psychotic of characters.

“Well, let’s get you settled in! Come on, I want to introduce you to everyone!”

Grabbing your arm and dragging you around the Hotel, Charlie introduced you to everyone in an effort to get your bearings and settle down. Little did you know that from the shadows a figure lurked. Watching with glowing red eyes, Alastor peered and sized up this newcomer to the Hotel. Fresh meat was always a good idea and especially with all the changes going around, he felt a need to grasp onto some entertainment. Distract himself with unworthy souls who would fail here spectacularly. 

His soulmate tattoo had turned black this morning and his mind began to reel with all the possibilities. Would his soulmate be in Heaven or in Hell like himself? Would fate be too cruel again and separate them not only across time but planes of death? Throughout the day, his wrist started to burn with a fiery pain. They were close…and as this newcomer approached the Hotel, his interest peaked. Maybe they knew something, he would find out sooner or later.

“Alastor, where are you? We have a new guest for you to meet! Oh, he may be a bit creepy but just don’t try and focus on that.”

With a flicker of shadow, Alastor appeared in front of you in all his 1930s red pinstripe radio glory. His voice was static with radio waves, he extended his hand to you.

“Going heavy on the red, huh?”

Static crackle. His grip tightened around your own as he heard your words. With an evil crackle he spoke with a smirk.

“New to the whole being dead thing my dear” 

Alastor's grin widened as he reached out, grasping your hand and drawing closer to his wrist.

 "Look closely, my dear," He started tracing the intricate patterns etched into their skin. "Do you see it?"

Your eyes widened in awe as you beheld the tattoos adorning their wrists, glowing softly amidst the darkness of Hell. "It... it's...," you trailed off, breath catching in your throat.

"Our soulmate tattoos," Alastor finished, his voice softening with an unexpected tenderness. "Fate's cruel joke on us my dear has come to an end."

For a moment, you were speechless, heart pounding with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "I... I never imagined..." you began, voice trailing off as you searched for the right words. 

But before you could speak further, Alastor locked his gaze with yours in an unspoken promise. Manipulation has its place and it was Alastor’s preferred tool. 

"In this realm of chaos and despair, we may have found each other against all odds," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of Hell. "But together, my dear Y/N, we shall defy fate itself."

And as they stood there, their souls intertwined in a bond that transcended the boundaries of Hell, you knew that they had found not only their salvation, but also your truest companion amidst the darkness. Alastor knew that he had found his only weakness, the tinge of his dark black heart beating once again. Feelings he knew were real despite his aversion to such moments. Maybe hiding and indulging in this one weakness wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

[katy-l1988]

Head canon/Theory Part 10:

The rise of the Vee's

We all know that Vee's are, in short, cowards and hypocrites, who, as you would expect from a demon...do things by trickery.

They aren't the type to get their hands dirty and risk their necks. They wanted war so that those Overlods with greater resources, like Carmilla and Rosie, would lose their "capital" in battle.

Why? Again, the Vee's don't have many "assets":

Vox has his technology but it doesn't work in battle.

Velvette has social media and, if, Harley Quinn-type guns.

Valentino has...porn actors? Oh yeah, and some guns.

Now, what does the song say about this? (I only put the most important fragments)

[Vox] After the battle, masterless cattle

By "cattle" he refers to the sinners of course, who in the absence of Extermination no longer fear, and know that they can defend themselves from any heavenly threat.

With proper guidance, they could do what the Vee's originally wanted, declare war on Heaven itself.

[Vox & Valentino] Overlords hanging by a thread

By Overlords here it refers to: Carmilla, Rosie and Alastor, since they are the ones who were involved in the defense of Hazbin Hotel.

Rosie gave Charlie free rein to convince her people to fight, risking their lives and therefore her power.

Carmilla armed the cannibals to the teeth, and that means a lot of weapons that won't be recovered. Furthermore, in the absence of the Extermination, Carmilla won't be able to get her greatest raw material…Celestial steel.

Alastor, needless to say, ended up seriously injured by a celestial weapon and I doubt he'll be 100% after that.

[Vox] Alastor's missing

[Vox & Valentino] Fled with his tail between his legs Nature abhors a power vacuum

That leaves room for you and me The future of Hell belongs to the Vees

Now, if they want to rise to the top, they'll have to do something similar to what Mimzy claims Alastor did. Eliminate the most powerful Overlords...

But how if Alastor defeated Vox just by talking to him?

We all have weaknesses, humans, demons, angels. And what's more interesting than the weaknesses of these Overlords, be other Overlords (pardon the redundancy). And in Carmilla's case, her daughters.

Alastor/Rosie

I feel that Alastor, despite his mysteries and how defeated he was in battle, would do anything for someone he loved. Rosie is certainly someone he would go crazy for… I mean, if he blew Sir Pentious away for a piece of cloth, what would he do to someone who hurt Rosie?

Zestial/Carmilla

We don't know anything about Zestial so far, but he is certainly a character that strikes fear into the masses. What did he do in the past? After all, he is the oldest in hell.

Now, can you imagine the chaos he would cause if they threatened Carmilla or the girls? God, he would burn everything to protect them.

Carmilla/Odette & Clara

We've already seen much of Carmilla's abilities, and while she defends herself well, her daughters make her an easy target. It is enough for them to capture her daughters, for her to hand over everything she has worked for, even…her life.

Vee's enemies

Furthermore, we already saw that each Vee's has a "counterpart", an Overlord enemy...one they consider outdated.

Now, I know that many will say that Valentino's enemy is Angel, because he wants to kill him as soon as he "betrays" him. But following the rule of three, there should be an Overlord to unhinge him.

Zestial is a strong possibility, given that just as Valentino is a "Bug Demon", so to speak. Valentino is a moth and Zestial is a spider.

Now, the biggest conflict would be regarding their vision of people:

Zestial: He is an intelligent man who knows how to control his feelings. He is kind, understanding, and concerned with his loved ones. He doesn't like impulsivity or childishness. He's a gentleman, and he wouldn't tolerate Valentino's treatment of people at all. I mean…if he did to Carmilla what he did to Charlie, or Angel, he'd be dead.

Valentino: He is impulsive, machiavellian, cruel, carefree, interested…I can go on. He is the complete opposite of Zestial.

Rosie could be an option too, being elegant, refined, and quite helpful compared to Valentino. She has good manners and would correct Valentino all the time...Plus, she's friends with his boyfriend's enemy, what more does he want to hate her?

If the Vee's want power, they will attack here…

[the-carnifeque]

Shaking his head Alastor just chuckled and grinned at Angel's suggestion. "If Faumbra was an actual animal, sure I'd believe that. But no, that... shade has human intelligence but no voice of their own." His smile slowly dropped until it was just a thin line while his ears pulled back.

"I've been... busy. Mostly been hauled up here... Really glad you came by though. I'm sure I've said this before but I oh so rarely ever get guests or visitors. Dont know why, afterall I like to think of myself as a good host, right?" He asked with a toothy grin and perked ears. His tail even flicked. But his attention was swiftly grabbed by a timer going off.

"Welp, back to work~ We'll be eating in no time." Alastor took a moment to readjust his sleeves before grabbing a pan to start cooking up the meat, which didnt take too long at all. While the meat set he worked on making a sauce. Using the same pan that meat was cooked in he added in peach jam, chicken stock, some water, and a bit of lemon juice, just slowly mixing it all together and letting it simmer.

"Angel, could you plate us up while I finish the sauce?" He asked, soon adding it a bit of butter as well as some salt and pepper to taste. As he cooked, Alastor just hummed softly while his tail gently swayed to and fro behind him. But eventually the sauce was ready, so grabbing the pan he brought it over to the full plates and just slowly poured the liquid gold over the pork chops.

"You are going to love this, I just know it. My mother loved using fruit jam when making a sauce."

(a-hazbin-spider): To thank him for the kindness before (among other things ahem-) Angel finds his way to where he’d been invited last. Although, it’d appear he’s got a large trashbag with him while he waits at the front door. Totally inconspicuous, eyup!

While Alastor had a room at the hotel to stay at he much preferred the home he made for himself shortly after his fall. A cozy, if a tad creepy looking, cabin by the woods and away from the city. Angel didnt need to knock on his door as his shadow informed him of his arrival.

Swinging open the door, Alastor grinned at Angel with his ears perked up high and his tail swaying behind him. Scuttling out the door came his shadow, Faumbra, who eagerly greeted the spider sinner with some happy sounding chirps.

"Angel~! Good to see you. And you brought something?" He asked, his head tilting slightly as he gestured at the trash bag.

( @a-hazbin-spider )

[thecluelessdoctor]

Whaaa!? Me making a new TADC OC? No way lmak.

Anyway meet Spindal (yes very helluva/hazbin influenced.)

She's basically just made out of cosplay/sewing material. They are also based on a spider :D the thing on their back acts like the thread spiders can make lol

She also loves to sew, making clothes for herself and she others- they can't really take of their clothes though so the kinda just. Go over lol

She's a fashionista and I love her

[angie-long-legs]

starter for @hazbinned travis

Typical. Just typical of Valentino to leave Angel stranded in a rough part of town with no cab fare, no spare clothes, no nothing. Not even a goddamn jacket.

It was the same old story. The pair had got into fight, Angel had been a little too mouthy for Val's liking, and this was how he was making him pay for it: by hiring him out at a reduced rate for a spell (the difference, of course, coming out of Angel's pay check). This culminated in the spider being thrown back to his roots of frequenting grubby apartments and dingy motels and the joy of Johns who were clearly unvetted prior to their arrangement with the porn star.

As much as it was a punishment, it was a lesson. Val wanted to remind his star where he'd be if it weren't for his illustrious power and influence; where he'd end up if he were to tow the line of his patience any further. It was a promise - one that Angel didn't truly know if he would make good on, but he certainly did not feel inclined to find out.

The pimp had been that special brand of cold and smug as he'd dropped Angel off with this particular client, giving no indication of where they even were, let alone what the actor should expect from the encounter. Of course, Angel had been well aware that Valentino's generosity of escorting him to the job did not extent to actually collecting him afterwards - he would be left to fend for himself, just as he'd always done before he'd been swept off his feet by the whirlwind that was Valentino.

So now, here he was: a hooker in a tight dress, loitering on a street corner in a bad neighbourhood in the early hours of the morning, with nothing but a cash payment that was not his to spend and his phone that boasted an impressively low battery of three percent.

He needed an escape plan, and he needed one fast.

Three sets of arms curled around his torso instinctively as he did his best to blend into the shadows. He could just call Val... give him the usual blubbering spiel of "I'm so sorry, you were right, I need ya, I can't do this by myself" until the gloating moth caved and sent a car to get him. His pride was surely a worthy sacrifice in the place of being mugged, abducted, murdered, worse.

Yeah, right.

The few remaining threads of dignity that the spider vehemently clung to after enduring two hours of being a stranger's bitch were absolutely not on the table. Any other time, he might have considered sinking so low, but in the hot, shameful aftermath of Valentino's cruel games designed to break his pet project? Angel would rather face a host of evils than give that bastard the satisfaction of his submission.

No, he needed someone who didn't have the power to humiliate him like that. He sighed, scrolling through the contacts on his dim-screened phone, ruling out anyone who didn't meet his strict critera. Someone he didn't care about seeing him in this pitiful state... someone he could rely on to be around in the middle of the night, who would jump at the chance to offer Angel a favour...

Bingo.

Keen to preserve the dregs of his phone battery, Angel was quick to click said contact, sending his location before typing out the accompanying message:

Sent to: Travis 🤑

[3:21am]

u up? need a ride. pls come get me? xx

[sirserpentine]

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Before the Hotel:

@circus-frog

Ow. Between them, they have two arms, one voice and zero legs.

During the Hotel

@hazbinned:

We're trapped due to Madam Trainor! Angel's night-time prank ends up with him and Pentious getting locked up in Pentious' room. Time for a sleepover!

The Stage is Set. Alastor and Sir Pentious have decided to put on a play in the hotel and the rehearsals have started. Shenanigans ensue. (Part 2 of The Partner Directors.)

At the Blood Ball. Sir Pentious accompanies Alastor and Angel Dust to Rosie's ( @cannibalxroses ) Ball. Waltzing, food and drinks. And a lot of complicated emotions.

Distraction. Pentious wants to offer his friend ( @angie-long-legs ) a chance to have some fun. It requires him to avert Valentino's attention.

You're gonna need a bigger boat. Husk and Sir Pentious try to make the best of a forced fun day on the beach, but some disturbing freaks of nature do everything in their power to ruin it for them.

The Road Trip of Hell. The Hotel Gang decides to go on a week-long road trip to the edges of Pentagram City and beyond. What could go wrong?

@radioiaci:

Human Holiday. Two demons go on a very unusual vacation to the living world./MY TURN

The Dawn. Pentious recovers from his injuries and gets used to a new reality with Alastor's help.

The urge. NSFW

@dark-ambition @rradiio

The Hellanovela. Pentious meets Arackniss in a dark alleyway after some long decades.

Afternoon stroll. Sir Pentious makes acquaintance with Rosie, the charming Overlord of Cannibal Town.

Doubled! Sir Pentious welcomes an alternate version of himself into his realm.

The Naughty Stool. Kuwako doesn't take kindly to Pentious' disrespect.

@poisonedspider Pole Dance. Angel gives a very hot performance at the club. Is it true that snakes have two...? Angel Dust is curious about some rumours he heard. Oh boy- Beautiful. Angel and Sir Pentious apologise for past grievances. /MY TURN

Father's Day. Angel has big news for Pentious.

Gala. Pentious decides to surprise Angel with an elegant night out.

Sneak-in. NSFW

Ledge. Pentious tries to prevent something horrible from happening. (Trigger Warning.)

One, two, three. Pentious and Angel are in for a surprise.

@angie-long-legs

The flood. Pentious helps and cares for Angel when he is amid some traumatic memories. /MY TURN

Sobriety. The heartwarming story about how a spider and a snake learn that they have so much more in common than they thought. :)

@hellpride Canoodles. Lucifer's had enough of Pentious' accidental innuendos. NSFW

@top-shelf-tender

Sand. Pentious and Husk meet on the beach after their surprising encounter.

Surprises. Sir Pentious shows Husk new sides of himself. NSFW

@madsxientific

Disagreements. Baxter and Pentious have vastly different views on the creation of the egg boiz.

Custody Battle. Baxter has taken the fight for parental rights to court.

In Heaven:

@hazbinned Reunion. Emily and Sir Pentious infiltrate Hell to say hello to their friends. /MY TURN

Crepes. Alastor brings Pentious breakfast. Honeymoon phase times 1000. @poisonedspider

We meet again. Angel redeems and ascends to Heaven. He has an old friend waiting for him there!

AUs:

Verse: Probation @hazbinned An alternate reality where Sir Pentious and Alastor both perish in the battle against the exorcists. They end up in Heaven together, as Angels on probation, which wouldn't be too bad if Pentious could still remember something... Emily tries her best to guide their lost souls. Overture. The first redeemed Sinners arrive in Heaven.

Verse: Swapped @hazbinned Alastor makes a well-intentioned wish that has terrible consequences.

Swapped. Alastor descends into a new reality. Verse: Everlasting Sun @veneror in the 1970s, Cyrus Pendrous, a sheltered vampire born in the Victorian era follows the guidance of a self-help book and travels to New York in search of new experiences. He meets a dazzling and sweet drag performer named Angel Dust. They are whisked away on an adventure that takes them all the way to Europe.

Sunrise. A vampire and a drag queen walk into a bar... Verse: You Are the Light After Our Storm @radiiosugars Alternate reality. Rosie sees a potential match between two sewing widows and sets them up on a blind date. Maybe it isn't too late to dream of a family?

The blind date. The two Victorian single pringles are set up.

Verse: The Unholy Crusade

@hells-sirenqueen

Comfort. There cannot be enough in the Unholy Crusade.

Verse: The Flying Serpent Sir Pentious is an elusive Overlord, who oversees a community that resides high in the air.

@top-shelf-tender

Up and away. Pentious finds an injured Sinner out on a patrol after an Extermination.

Verse: Hallmarkisms. Alastor is a jaded businessman in town for just a short visit. Pentious runs his own bakery in his lonesome. You know how it goes.

Archived:

@nebula-gaster

Buzz the Coach. Pentious and Buzz meet on the street, and the former's incompetence inspires Buzz to.... help him?

@hazbinned

The Partner Directors. Alastor and Sir Pentious can't bear the sight of cheap television programs any longer. Out of mutual agreement, they decide to burn it to crisp and make more civilised entertainment themselves. Angel joins their pitch party.

@radioiaci

Dadalastor. Alastor is tasked with looking after the Egg Boiz for a night. Are there some things that are too much even for The Radio Demon?

Bite. Some simple wound mending takes an interesting turn. Fangs are involved.

Blood Pancakes. Pentious surprises Alastor with a peculiar dinner. Things are rather GAY. NSFW

Beach. Pentious invites Alastor to join him for a little break while on the beach

@aracniss

Careful. Arackniss has returned, worse for the wear. Pentious wants to help him. NSFW

Can't wash you away. Pentious and Arackniss meet again by chance. There's lots of boxes to pack.

Hurt. Arackniss shows up at the hotel looking for someone specific.

@angie-long-legs

The princess was sitting there, barbeque sauce on his titties... Pentious notices Angel alone at the Blood Ball. This won't do!

[shika-the-satyr]

Shika only relaxed once Angel unlocked his door and opens it. Before stepping inside though, Shika takes a moment to wipe her hoofs clean as to not track in any blood or whatever else. She had some level of class after all.

"I'll get us some food then. You focus on getting comfy, ok?" With that she slowly pulled away from Angel once she was sure he was steady on his own two feet. "I'll be right back."

And with that she left. Thankfully there were plenty of places still open nearby, but she beelined for a taco shop since well... you cant go wrong with tacos. Quick, easy, and delicious. After ordering two who platters, she practically trotted her way back, now with food! Fresh too~

Before entering, she knocked on the door though. "Angel? Its me Shika, I came back with food." She called out through the door.

@a-hazbin-spider

(shika-the-satyr) "Bandages"

Bath Time || @shika-the-satyr

A low groan leaves what was an otherwise limp body. Despite the wounds making him feel cold, he didn’t want to be anywhere near those warm hands. His mind wasn’t very present, but somehow had just enough to want to deter the threat away.

“Noooo.” It’s a quiet croak. “No more.” Angel doesn’t yet recognize the person in the room with him. Must’ve passed out in the middle of this. He’s up now, though. One arm tried to bat at the satyr before he was lifted up. Ah. That was a pretty easy task for most. Guess it was hopeless.

[xbound-hell-houndx]

"I feel so weak. I can't even stand up." Or/ “Lean on me, I’ll support you. We’ll find a safe place for you to rest and recover.” @a-hazbin-spider

“Lean on me, I’ll support you. We’ll find a safe place for you to rest and recover.” (We have a couple threads of Richie helping the spooder, let's switch it up!)

------- He could barely hear the words being said to him...

his ears were still ringing...

So to him, it just sounded like muffled words from under water. He could feel his body being dragged...like a dead weight. Limp and unable to really move...

He was in very clear bad shape. Fractures...massive bruises hidden underneath the thick ness of his dark fur...and a warm liquid spilling from him in various locations. Things like this tend to happen on the job sometimes... It's nothing he hasn't handled before... His orange colored eyes held fadded light, glazed over from being between consciousness and sleep as he tried to get a visual of who ever was dragging him... "Kid...?" He grunted out, recognizing the young spider demon who he had helped before-- "...The hell are you doing here?" he questioned..."How did ya find me?"

[chloelefay]

Movies & Shows we've seen

Our Letterboxd:

Our MAL:

Every TV Show we've seen at least 8 consecutive episodes of ranked:

★★★★★ / 10/10 / S 1. Neon Genesis Evangelion 2. LEGION 3. Cowboy Bebop 4. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya 5. Andor 6. Revolutionary Girl Utena 7. Spectacular Spider-Man 8. Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water 9. Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur 10. Hazbin Hotel 11. SSSS.Dynazenon 12. Puella Magi Madoka Magica 13. Ninjago: Dragons Rising

★★★★½ / 9/10 / A 14. RWBY 15. Loki 16. Cyberpunk: Edgerunners 17. Kamen Rider Ryuki 18. Doom Patrol (Seasons 1 & 2) 19. Serial Experiments Lain 20. Magia Record Season 1 21. Godzilla Singular Point 22. Mekakucity Actors 23. The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan 24. SSSS.GRIDMAN 25. Arcane 26. DEVS 27. Kid vs Kat 28. Helluva Boss 29. Hit-Monkey 30. She-Hulk: Attorney at Law 31. Good Omens 32. The Acolyte

★★★★ / 8/10 / B 33. Warehouse 13 34. Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu 35. M.O.D.O.K. 36. WandaVision 37. Marvel Rising 38. Legends of Chima

★★★½ / 7/10 / C 39. Ninjago (2019-2022) 40. Marvel's What If...? 41. Hero Factory

★★ / 4/10 / F (42. Doom Patrol Season 3)

we post livetweet threads for most things we watch on our twitter. you can find them by looking through our media tab, we almost always post a photo of the title card:

[voxuli]

The porn star just continues to be full of surprises, Vox thinks. He's cleverer than Vox had been willing to give him credit for in the past. The public perception of the flower disease was much more single-minded; an exclusively romantic affliction, solely feeding on unrequited feelings. How many were willing to consider the parasite beyond those narrow filters, let alone wonder if said feelings were even genuine?

Granted, Vox Florum hadn't ever made a concentrated campaign to try and change those perceptions. After all, its symptoms were unmistakable for anything else. Regardless of what a person believed caused the parasite, they knew if they had it. And that was all that was needed to get a subset of clientele into the operating chair.

And besides, the romantic affliction simply sold better. There truly were no end to the possibilities: selling fake cures and self-help to the sufferers, floral language interpreters for those who weren't, flower dye kits and fake petals, a whole genre of entertainment and drama rooted in the affliction. There was something to be said for the public's unrequited infatuation with the concept.

Hearing that it could emerge out of an ill-timed bout of stress that happened to focus on a singular person just didn't hit the same way.

Vox smiles at Angel's question. "Smart man," he notes. "In addition to the standard operation contract—'Vox Florum has ownership and rights to organic parasitical material removed during the operation,' yadda yadda yadda—I'd expect you to go through with the standard procedures we use when screening potential employees for floral production." It's second nature to him by now to coach the whole thing in more pleasant language. By now Hell wasn't blind to where Vox Florum's inventory came from, but the platitudes and purple prose always seemed to help ease concerns.

"That consists of a psych eval related to the flower, your knowledge of it to the best of your abilities, and some non-invasive testing. Not to make you an actual employee, of course. It's just the primary way they collect data on the parasite. Maybe some interviews with our research team too, if they're as interested as I suspect they will be."

❛  you're lucky someone loves you back.  ❜ or

❛  don’t tell me to quit being melodramatic, it’s the only time I have any fun!  ❜

@a-hazbin-spider (if you’re not overwhelmed!)

❛ you're lucky someone loves you back. ❜ from the hanahaki sentence starters!

~

Vox's claws tap lightly upon the counter, eying the mess in front of him. Groups of petals occasionally spattered with flecks of blood were not an unusual scene to him, but the source of it certainly was. He can't remember Angel Dust ever getting the disease in all the time he'd known him.

Val wasn't going to like it, unless it happened to coincide with his film schedule. Unlikely; Vox would've heard all about it if he was currently on a hanahaki kick in his work. His mouth tilts downwards.

"Affection has very little to do with it, Angel. Not every case is solved with a fairy-tale ending, you know? And I don't just mean death. Sometimes people get surgery... Sometimes the flower just fades."

He's avoiding the initial statement. He preferred it when people thought he was over his case.

"Which one are you going to be, I wonder?"

[ahelluvahigh]

@a-hazbin-spider asked: Blood, Cold or/ Tie ? From Here (for Niss if you’d like! Or dealer’s choice works just as well (: )

Let's go with tie! n.n

"I fuckin' hate these damn things," Arackniss grumbles as he fights with the tie. When he has a choice, he opts for a bowtie; They're much easier to deal with. This group that he's infiltrating, however, has a very strict dress code. He wasn't getting in without a tie, and if he couldn't get in... there was going to be hell to pay from Henroin.

The spider blinks when his brother hops off the bed (where he was perched, watching the struggle). In a matter of seconds, Angel managed to thread the tie into a perfect Windsor knot. Arackniss folds his top set of arms over his chest.

"Show off..." He grumbles under his breath. "... Thanks."

[hazbinsinners]

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alias / name. nico, to most people :)

birthday. may 26th

zodiac sign. i'm actually ass at remembering my zodiacs despite being super interested in it but like i'm a gemini sun AND a gemini rising and that's all i can remember LMAO. i wanna say maybe i'm an aries moon but don't quote me

height. 5'6

hobbies. writing (rp + fics + og novels), reading, video games, music/singing, baking/cooking . . .

favourite colour. pink!! but like a really soft pastel pink

favorite book. as someone who reads a lot of dark romance and smutty adult romance books (oops but like also who is surprised really if you've ever read any of my threads) my absolute favorite book(s) will be going to the grave with me, HOWEVER whenever anyone asks me for book recs i typically give them "between shades of grey" by ruta septys :) a beautiful and important historical fiction novel. i adore it. as far as my typically preferred genre, my favorite author is ana huang, if that tells you anything :) while she actually hasn't written my favorite book of all time i find that i like a lot more of her works consistently. "twisted lies" & "king of wrath" are my favorites by her specifically! what a long-winded answer LMAO

last song. "just kidding" by waterparks haha. right as i typed that though "violet!" from the same band started playing. (bonus) fun fact waterparks is my favorite band and my chosen name was violet for a very long time because of that song :) i still like it tbh so if you're reading this, you officially have permission to call me violet if you'd like! (i'm not a stalker though i swear <3 LMAO lil waterparks reference. if you like waterparks we should 100% be friends i'm serious i'll show you my massive merch collection i've accumulated over the years. ALSO I'M SEEING THEM LIVE IN LIKE A WEEK? PRAY FOR ME Y'ALL. sorry anyways)

last film/show. helluva boss! been rewatching it to study blitzø's character for the like tenth time. i've been sorta tandem watching helluva & hazbin for blitzø's character and for alastor's in hazbin. i need to get better at writing him, gah

recent reads. i'm about halfway through "king of greed" by ana huang right now :') i have been in a HELL of a reading slump since last year when i read about 30 books lmao. it's a good book, i like it! but nothing seems to be holding my attention lately. i think the last book i finished outside of that that i truly loved enough to remember was a reread of "the song of achilles", which also goes down in history as one of my favorite books of all fucking time. i've read it about three times now? and i'm NEVER one to reread books haha

fun fact about me. uuuhhh . . . after asking poor maddox because i couldn't fucking think of a single goddamn thing about me, fun fact is that i have a dog who's 3/4 golden retriever and 1/4 poodle and i named her chica because she looks like markiplier's dog and i've been watching him since i was in 6th grade :))