#vaggie needs a holiday

[chaoticace2005]

Angel: Why do you act like we’re all three year olds?

Vaggie, exasperated: WHY?!?

Vaggie points at Angel: YOU GOT INTO A SHOOT OUT ON THE STREET!

Vaggie points at Sir Pentious: HE BUILT A VACUUM THAT ALMOST BLEW UP THE HOTEL!

Vaggie points at Niffty: AND SHE STABBED THE LAST FIVE GUESTS IN THE KNEES!

Vaggie: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

[lurochar]

Scarf

You get fluff, you get fluff, you all get the fluff!

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“Sorry,”

Alastor bristled, pacing around his room as he recalled the earlier words Charlie had thrown his way.

“But I'm going to be REALLY, REALLY busy with Y/N today.”

It had been going on for days now, both Charlie and his Darling not giving him, the hotelier of all demons, an explanation, for what they were doing or what ‘business’ they had with each other.

He even asked Vaggie and even she was at a loss at what they could be up to.

He trusted his dear Doe, he really did, but he felt his eyes black out and his ears flatten against his head and his antlers growing when he found his shadow could not sneak into the room Charlie and his Darling occupied.

What could they possibly be doing that Charlie went so far to block his shadow magic?

Were they…?

No.

His Darling would never.

Charlie wouldn't–

Alastor slipped into his bayou, feeling his form rip into something much more demonic. 

He needed to hunt, hunt, hunt, hunt, and eat.

~♡♡~

It was done.

It was finally done.

It took days and you had almost given up a few times, but with Charlie's constant encouragement, you had persevered and finished, much to your and her delight.

In all honesty, as it was your first project, it was probably a bit rough-looking, but Alastor appreciated anything homemade over mass-produced items and you were sure he would welcome the thought.

You moved towards his room just a little quicker in excitement.

“Alastor?”

You cautiously knocked on his door, jumping when it opened almost immediately and said deer demon appeared.

“Alastor!?”

Blood dripped to the floor and you blinked in shock as pupils shaped as radio dials stared down at you rather intensely.

“D̵̥̞̰͖ͩ͐͐̀͠_̩ͅa͈ͤ̂̃̎̀̀r̶̢̡͙͈̄ͤ̐ͮ̍̈ͮ͟͠͞.̵̵̘̮͚͊ͫͤ.̘ͭ.̠͙̬ͭ̾͑.̢̩̮̝̰̽ͯ̕_̨͕̈̽.̛̮̄ͬͮ.̬͔̬͋͗͊ĺ̨̢̞͉͉ͣ͜in͕̊͑g̷̨̝̜͍̭̎͑̐̆̀̕” Alastor rasped, “D̝̳ͨ͢a̤͔͔̥͆̋̋͆͘̚̕͠r̄̑l̴̨̧͈̹͓̆͒̊͆ͮͨ̓̕͜i̧̮͖̻͖̱ͦͯͭ́ͤ͢ṇ̈́̂_̞̻̟͒͛ͭ̎ͮ̚ģ̢̩ͮͭ̀͐,̞̖ͫ̏̑͘ j̷̧̺͇̈́̃ȏ͉͓͇̃̃̀̌̊͠í̛̞͈̩͖͕̈͆ͫ͒͌̚n̝̞͈͍̼̉̓͋͗ͯ̅̕̚͟͡ m̨̗̟̱ͣ͒ͣͮe̵̞̜̯͓̥ͭ͗͒ͮ̈́ f̙̟͈͕̘̮̕o͗̊ͤ̔̍̉r̛͈̰̮̭ͭ̂̈́̑͜ dì̵̗ͧ͠n̷̼̻͈̘̹̯͋̂ͬ̆̇ͬ͡n̷̢͇͆ͫ̅͊ͣ͘̕è̹͂ͨ͢r̴̨̨̪̫͈̫̍͑ͤͨ_,̴̳̝̊̓̆ͥ w̧̪̙on̢̻̜̞̄̊̎͂́͢͝ͅ'̢̞́̅ͥ͗̍̕͢t̵͎̗̮̘͚̼͇̞̐ͣ̀ͪ͡ ẙ͓̯̍̆o̜̒͂ų̸̙̩̟̓́͆̓́̓͛͝?̬͇̳̀̆́͂ͬͮ̾͠” The static surrounding his voice was almost deafening and his appearance was utterly terrifying. “Ô̗r̵̢̛̰̬̊ͪ̊͗͢͞ a̶̴̸̢̯̳̗̓̈́̆̕͢͢r̷ḛ y̨̨͖͉̰͒̄̓̓ͯͫ̀o̦̻͍͙͚ͫ͝u̖͔͇̽͒ s͓̲̗̺̉͌̓t̨̨͎̩͈̒ͥ̽ͤͨͩ͠i̵̡̩̯ͨ̅̍̀ͪ̕͝ĺ̶̼̊̕͢l̵̹͙̘̟͈̘ͥ̈͌͊̚ b̻̲̘̯̈̈͆̈́͛̋ͧ̀̒́͊u̢̧̲͈̳̓ͦ͋̅͒̀ͬ̈͟͞ś̘̫̪̆̃ͥ̽͘y̞̬̲̎̂͗́̇̓̕ wi̱̯̥ͬͦ̀̑̄́͊̆t̩̠̹̲̟h̢͙̋̑̑̕͡ C̲h̵̢͈̳̟̫ͮ́̿̌̾ͪͩa̭͆ͮ͂ͥͨr̸̴̤ͭ̆͆̈̇l̢ͧ̾o̢̢͉̬͔̍ͤ̂̄͠t̠̹ͮ͞t̷̸̸̢̡͔̪͖̩̖̟ͩ̈̐͠e̷̛̳̥͍̫̊ͬ̚͟?̷̲͔̻̣͇̒̊̊̎͌̆͌”

You swallowed thickly.

“I-I’m done with Charlie,” you twiddled the package in your hands and Alastor’s eyes were swiftly drawn to the sound of the crinkle it caused. “I’m sorry it took so long. I… I wasn’t so good at this – but Charlie wasn’t either! S-so that’s why it took so long!” You flushed when Alastor’s expression slowly turned from frightening into something resembling bemusement, “Just… just take it!” 

You shoved the package into his chest.

“D̵̥̞̰͖ͩ͐͐̀͠_̩ͅa͈ͤ̂̃̎̀̀r̶̢̡͙͈̄ͤ̐ͮ̍̈ͮ͟͠͞.̵̵̘̮͚͊ͫͤ.̘ͭ.̠͙̬ͭ̾͑.̢̩̮̝̰̽ͯ̕..ling?” The baffled grin on Alastor’s face was almost endearing as his body shrunk into his more normal form. “What… is this for? It is not my birth date nor do I believe it is a holiday for gift giving.”

“It’s not, not yet. I…I just wanted to do this for you. Charlie likewise for Vaggie, so she helped me practise, so that’s why we did it secretly.” You flushed deeper and fiddled with your fingers. “I’m sorry, I wanted to keep it a surprise from you.”

Alastor’s eyes zeroed in on your flushed cheeks, unsure of his mixed feelings of irritation or surprise gratitude. However, his earlier hunt of the animals in his bayou had, thankfully, gotten rid most of the anger he had been feeling. “I thank you, dearest. May I open it?”

“Yes…! Yes.”

Hmm, adorable. You seemed so excited.

It was a simple package, in simple brown paper and he was careful as he sliced through it with a single claw and you watched with wide anticipating eyes when he finally lifted his gift up to observe it thoroughly.

A knitted scarf.

A knitted scarf with a little deer embroidered on the very edge.

“Darling,” Alastor tilted his head, “Did you make this yourself?” He watched as you scrunched into yourself and nodded quietly. 

“I know… I know it’s nothing compared to Hell’s high fashion brands and you don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it!” You said quickly, “I just thought–”

“Thought what, my little Doe?” Alastor grinned, wrapping the scarf around his neck, causing you to choke on nothing. “Now where was I? Oh yes! Inviting you to join me for dinner?” He held out his hand towards you and his expression softened slightly as your flush came back once again once his fingers intertwined within your own.

“Thank you for the lovely gift, Darling~”

“Y-you’re welcome, Alastor.”

[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

[alastor-simp]

Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader

♥️HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoy♥️

It was finally Valentine’s Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didn’t much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldn’t go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasn’t who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.

Since it was Valentine’s Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. “Music would be nice” you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. “Ah! Excellent choice my dear!” You heard Al’s voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.

Soon Charlie came running back, “Okay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!” Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.

Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. “Here you are my dear!” He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace

“W-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.” Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. “You’re welcome, my dear! Allow me!” Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, “Happy Valentines Day Al” Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didn’t have the time to replace it. “Ah I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!” Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others

Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ”

Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.

**8 PM- Alastors POV**

"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?” Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.

He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.

Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.

After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.

Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.

"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"

Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.

A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.

~END~

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[voxslays]

APPLE PIES

Featuring >>> Alastor x Reader; In which, Alastor helps you with one of Charlie’s Halloween themed activities: baking an apple pie.

It was getting close to Halloween. Hell didn’t really celebrate holidays, which was quite boring in your opinion. When you were alive, your favorite holiday had always been Halloween. Who wouldn’t like the one day a year when you can dress up as whatever you’d like? Clearly demons. Despite that, you had decided this year, you were going to celebrate the festive fall holiday in one way or another.

When you told Charlie about Halloween, at first she was confused. Why would you want to celebrate Halloween with a bunch of sinners? But you had eventually convinced both her and Vaggie to get onboard with your festive plans. Charlie had been planning Halloween themed activities for the week before, and today was her first activity; making apple pies.

Alastor could hear the clanking of pots and pans, his nose twitching as the scent of cinnamon wafted through the air, he could smell the cinnamon and the apples. The scent of apples was sweet and fresh, his nose twitching as he breathed in the aroma. As he walks into the kitchen, he can see you and Niffty working together on the pie, placing the many mini strips over it, creating a crisscross pattern.

Alastor watches silently from the shadows, before clearing his throat. You look up at him, giving him a polite wave. His eyes meet yours, and a soft smile spreads across his face. He slowly walks over, his eyes darting to the pies on the counter. The tail of his coat swishes slowly behind him. "You two are making apple pies, I see." Alastor notes, the usual static appearing in his voice.

“Mhm~!” You hum, looking up at him with big doe eyes. His eyes flick down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. He leans against the counter, holding his cane in his left hand. "Smells delightful." His voice is low, and his eyes are filled with warmth. You look down at your little bug-loving helper. “Niffty, can you go tell Charlie we’re almost done, that we just need to bake it, please?” You ask the little cyclops demon. Niffty nods and scampers off, leaving you and Alastor alone in the kitchen. 

“Could you pass the flour?” You ask him, rolling out some more dough strips. He reaches over and grabs the flour, his hand gently brushing against your arm as he hands it to you. His eyes never leave your face, taking in every little detail. "Need any help?" He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “That would be nice.” You say, as Alastor comes closer to help. He watches as you take the flour from him, his eyes flicking down to your hands and back up to your face. "You... have flour on your cheek." He says softly, raising a hand to gently brush it off. “Thanks.” Your cheeks glow a beet red.

His fingers brush against your skin, as if sending a spark of electricity through him. He quickly looks away, trying to compose himself. "Right, helping with the pie." Alastor says, his voice a little shaky as he picks up a few strips of dough and starts weaving them into the pie. As he works, he can't help but steal glances at you. The way your hair falls in loose waves down your back, the way your lips curl into a smile when you're concentrating, the soft blush on your cheeks. Finally, he sets the last strip of dough in place, his hands trembling slightly. "There... it's done." Alastor says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Great.” You say, as you put on your oven mitts and take the pie dish. “Thanks for your help.” You say as you slide the pie dish into the oven and close the door. Alastor watches as you put the pie in the oven, his eyes lingering on your form. As you turn back to him, he's suddenly aware of how close you are. The heat from the oven seems to pale in comparison to the warmth emanating from your body. “And now we wait.” You say, gently looping your arm through his. “And now we wait.” He repeats.

[kittenfangirl20]

Adams First Halloween 🎃

He knew what Halloween was, Adam wasn't that ignorant to the holiday if you could even call it that. But heaven never celebrated Halloween, said it was a night for worshipping the devil.

Adam knew you carved pumpkins for some reason he didn't know. Decoration he guessed.

He knew the best part was free candy. People literally giving it away!

But he never partook in it. Was told that too much candy was Gluttonous and that he didn't need it.

So when he fell to Hell Adam didn't know what to do about Halloween. Everyone celebrated it down here and he really didn't know what to do. Not that it mattered he was too old for it anyway, it was for babies.

.......

Even if he wanted to dress up and try.

Charlie thought it would be a good idea to talk about their favorite Halloween experiences and costumes.

Charlie: What about you Adam?

Adam: What about me?

Charlie: What have you done for Halloween in the past?

Adam: Nothing.

Charlie: What do you mean nothing?

Vaggie: Well Heaven sees Halloween as an unholy night, so of course they wouldn’t celebrate it.

Adam: Then while I was alive it didn’t exist.

Angel Dust: That sucks, Halloween is the best. You get to dress up and get candy.

Adam: Wouldn’t I be too old for Halloween.

Husk: No one is too old for Halloween, even I still enjoy it.

Alastor: I had many fond memories of Halloween with my mamon when I was a little boy. Then when I became an adult it was the perfect night to go hunting.

Husk: You just had to make it creepy.

Cherri Bomb: Halloween has bad ass parties for you can listen to live music and dance. Plus you get to wear costumes and still enjoy candy.

*Adam looked down, they all sounded like they had so much fun and Adam loved it when Lucifer showed everyone the picture he had of Charlie’s first Halloween where they both dressed up as ducks, he just wanted to see what it was like because it looked like so much fun, later Adam was in his room when he heard someone knock on the door, Adam sighed putting aside the guitar and went to answer the door, Lucifer was at the door*

Adam: Is there something you wanted?

Lucifer: Yes, I am going to help you experience your first Halloween.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[the-s1lly-corner]

hazbin hotel request? how would the main cast react to their s/o getting them something special for valentines? or how they spend the day together? (either or is fine)

Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel dust celebrating Valentine's w/ the reader

Sorry if it sounds like I'm over it in my writing, there was an error when I was trying to post this and I have to. Rewrite the entire post + I've got a headache coming on :(

Can be seen as romantic or platonic

You can find this same scenario with alastor husk pentious and vox in the Masterlist

CHARLIE:

She takes you out for the day as soon as shes done doing what she needs for the day! As a side note I do like the idea that she would have everyone exchange cards as an exercise/activity. Everyone gets at least one card, because charlie makes a card for everyone. If you want a cheesy over the top romantic day then charlie is your go to

Vaggie:

Shes on the opposite side of the spectrum. She sees the holiday as any other; but she does still make an effort to get you SOMETHING. Probably a card and a basket of snacks she knows you like. If you insist on doing something with her, it'll be movies! Going out or staying in, either works for her

Angel dust:

He'd be lying if he said you getting him something didnt make him feel some type of way. Sure he already gets a lot of stuff sent in. I mean hes an icon, he has fans. But most things they send in have.. a vibe... whereas you did it because you genuinely care. He doesnt want to stay in, you two go out and hang around clubs and parties! Generally you both have a blast, you come home in the early hours of the morning

[fizziepopangel]

How Hazbins Spend Thanksgiving

Unsurprisingly, no one in the hotel was going to celebrate thanksgiving because… well, they didn’t feel they had much to be thankful for given that they were in hell….. And then Charlie gave them the puppydog eyes and they all caved pretty quick.

In preparation for the day, Angel Dust would make Fat Nuggets and Keekee matching little turkey costumes.

Charlie would literally scream when she saw the adorable little creatures in the turkey get ups and there would be so many pictures and videos of them on both hers and Angel’s sinstagrams.

Of course Charlie would decorate. She’d stay up all night the night before to make cute little thanksgiving crafts to put everywhere.

Sir Pentious would absolutely help her make the thanksgiving crafts and out them up.... but his looked more like a preschool art project. Not being much of a crafter normally, he would still proudly display them.

Alastor would volunteer to make thanksgiving dinner, and he would recruit Niffty to help him.

Niffty would get distracted about 10 minutes in and end up doing something completely off task. Alastor wouldn’t mind since Vaggie would be in and out of the kitchen to monitor him since she didn’t really trust the cannibal in the kitchen, and she would lend a hand when he seemed to need it.

When Niffty disappeared, Lucifer would take the stool she had been standing on, pull it over to the other side of the counter and sit down. Much to the radio demon’s annoyance, the king would proceed to critique everything he did…. Every. Single. Thing.

Alastor is also the type to need to have the radio playing his favorite station in order to do anything in the kitchen.

Lucifer would bug him by changing the station or complaining about his taste in music.

Sir Pentious' egg bois would attempt to help all around the hotel, but they would be threatened to be scrambled multiple times.

Husk would try to hide out in his room, but Vaggie would be around to bang on his door and threaten to drag him out by his tail. Knowing she’d do it, Husk would begrudgingly come out, grumbling about how he “ain’t got nothin’ to be thankful for”.

Charlie would feel bad that Husk was dragged out of his room, so she would try to perk him up… It doesn't really work until Alastor suggests the bartender try to make a cocktail for each person there, “something original” he would say. Husk would actually have fun trying to make up a nice drink for everyone.

After what happened at the club, Niffty would only get mocktails.

And yes, Niffty would pout at that because she enjoyed the fuzzy happy feeling drinking gave her

Vaggie would set the table after Charlie insisted they all eat together like a family.

As they set the table, the king of Hell would proudly present the perfect holiday centerpiece: A duck statue. But not just any duck statue; a statue of a duck dressed like a turkey holding hands with another duck dressed as a pilgrim.

Everyone would take their seats, each with their own special cocktail (and mocktail), and a perfectly presented plate.

Angel would be sneaking Fat Nuggets and Keekee food under the table.... Unbeknownst to him, Charlie was also slipping food to the resident animal companions….. And so was Lucifer… And so was Pentious....

Fat Nuggets and Keekee could both be described as “fat and happy” by the end of dinner

Cherri would surprise everyone with her baking skills by making various pies from scratch.

Angel would make a lot of jokes about being stuffed.

While everyone is raving about the drinks and the food, all enjoying the little gathering more than anyone thought they would, Charlie would suggest that they all go around and say what they’re thankful for.

There would be a chorus of groans, but everyone would do it, finding that there was a lot more for them to be thankful for than they had originally thought.

And of course, Charlie wouldn't be Charlie if she didn't get emotional when her turn came around as she said she was thankful for everyone sitting around the table.

Angel would volunteer to help with clean up, only doing so to be beside Husk for some “casual flirting”.

Niffty would be the first to fall into a food coma and then fall asleep on the couch in the parlor. Lucifer would follow soon after, falling asleep in a chair despite having promised to help with the clean up.

Sir Pentious would pass out in a cuddle pile with his egg bois.

The second that everything was put away, Charlie would excitedly suggest putting up a christmas tree and setting up a secret santa thing.

One step ahead of her, Vaggie would point to the doorway they were standing in, pointing at the mistletoe she had hung in preparation for her girlfriend’s excitement.

[experimentfae]

Valentine day special

Hazbin hotel x reader

Oneshot / fluff

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Today is the holiday most people love it some hate it or some just don’t care for it plain and simple. Hell you didn’t even think you were going to get anything this holiday.

You were used to wallowing into romance movies and chocolate by yourself but turns out fate had other plans for you, pleasantly surprising plans.

You heard a knock on a door “(y/n) it’s me Charlie I wanted to let you know that you got a package.” This made you raise your brow “I didn’t buy anything.” You got up and opened the door to see Charlie holding your package for you.

“Are you sure it has this address and it says for (y/n).” She then gasped “maybe it’s a secret admirer!” She smiled which made you laughed at the thought “Me getting a valentine?! Ha no way, as to be some prank.” “Who would do that?” Charlie questioned the only demons you could think who would do this is alastor or Angel to fuck around with you.

“I have two demons in mind.” She then shrugged her shoulders “oh but speaking of valentines gifts, this is yours.” She handed you a little heart box that filled with chocolate no doubt “thanks Charlie.” Smiled back “it’s from me and vaggie, we are heading out for a romantic dinner non of you wait up on us.” You nodded “have a good time you two.” “Thanks (y/n) have a great valentine day as well.”

She walked away then you said to yourself “as if I could get a nice one, most of them are mundane for me.” “Wow that sucks.” This made you jump to see Angel dust “Angel you gotta warn a demon when you do that.” This only made him laugh “but it’s funny as hell and besides, what you got there hun.” Huh, ‘hun’ that’s new “I’m not sure I think someone’s messing with me, it’s not you Is it?”

“Nope.” hmmm “are you lying?” This confused him “why the fuck would I need to lie about that?” Actually that’s a good point “fair, alright let’s find out I guess.” You knew he wanted to see so you let the door open knowing he let himself in.

“Hmm gotta clean in here.” You rolled your eyes “I’ll do it later not like anyone else is coming here or Niffty does it.” You opened the box to see a Vox tech item? “Voxtech?” This surprised him as well “weird it’s a Valentine’s Day special one.” That’s true the tech was pink, red and hints of blue on them I instead of the usual black and blue.

Then you noticed that there is a love potion a collaboration between Valentino and Velvette, Angel seemed to notice two and got a angry look on his face “I can’t believe these motherfuckers.” he growled out.

“What do you mean?” You asked he huffed out “just don’t go near them ok?” You nodded your head immediately you’re not gonna question Angel he would know more than anyone how these guys work. “Wait does that- just then alastor interrupted you two by knocking on the open door.

“I know open but I- he stopped himself when he saw the Vox tech in the box “darling I didn’t take you for having poor taste in entertainment.” This made you laugh “naw someone gifted this to me, I thought it was you or Angel but YOU buying Vox tech is impossible even if it is to mess with someone, also the love potion.

Just then alastor halted at the box then he snapped his fingers and the box was gone you assumed he threw it in the garbage “here’s a REAL valentines gift.” Alastor boasted as he brought out flowers and a Heart shaped box but instead of chocolate you saw it was meat a giant meant shaped like a heart.

“Wow thanks alastor I’m surprised you got anyone anything but, did you get that from the cannibal colony?” One thing you knew about yourself is that you’re not a cannibal but alastor was a different story “why yes it is this one meat was a sinner named frank.” This both made you and Angel dust give him a wtf look.

“Um I appreciate the flowers but I think you’ll enjoy the meat more then a I do.” He seems to remember that I’m not a cannibal “right I forgot you don’t enjoy demon meat I’ll give you something else then.” He snapped his fingers again and instead there is a mug with a cheesy valentine dad joke.

“That’s sweet thanks.” You took the flower and mug.” He smiled wider “then Angel interrupted yeah, yeah, here’s your thing hun.” He handed you a pink mouth gag and a pink whip “I… what.” He smirked “well come on you gotta admit it’s perfect for this holiday.” He gave a wink, You continued to look confused while alastor look disgusted.

“Um thank you Angel.” You smiled nervously you put both of their valentines gifts away. “Yep and happy valentine times day.” He smiled and looked back at his phone walking away “happy v-day as well Angel.” “Happy Valentine’s Day my dear.” Spoke alastor “you as well alastor.” You smiled as he left to do whatever he does in his spare time.

You were surprised that anyone thought to get you anything especially alastor what was his end game and you couldn’t but your finger around why Vox, Valentino and velvet would sent you anything never had a conversation with them.

You went out of your room and went into the kitchen planning to get a snack. Maybe some cookies you saw in a jar but before you could grab the treat you felt someone poke your shoulder. You looked over to see sir pentious seeming to be nervous.

“I I umm g… just take it! goodbye!” He slithers away in a hurry “wait sir pentious?!” You looked to see a red box with a black bow “again? How?” You opened to see a projector “wow this is the best one actually, too bad I probably won’t be able to thank him properly.” You looked to see a card with it as well inside, you saw it was a poem painfully romantic one.

“Sir pentious has a thing for me?!” You questioned yourself “wow I what am I gonna- just then a text from your phone interrupted you. You looked to see you got invited to a group chat called 3V, you immediately knew who it was it’s not a hard guess.

You joined just to see why they sent that stuff Velvette:[did you like your gift cutie?] You:[why did you guys give me those?] Val:[Why not baby? Your too hot to not be spoiled] Vox:[exactly, but hoe you loving your new tech?] You:[tbh I firing get to try any of your guys stuff alastor threw them out] Vox:[fucking knew that radioshit would do that know worry I’ll get you another] Val:[no worry baby I’ll get you sex toys this time you’ll able to do more with that] You:[no worry I’ll be fine without those stuff got a working phone already and I don’t want that sex stuff to be honest] Velvette:[at least can I get a trending outfit for you?] You:[alright that seems pretty good thx and happy Valentine’s Day<3]

They also texted you happy Valentine’s Day and you went back to getting your cookie you carried your gift and cookie to the bar, to talk to husk. “Husk there you are, how are you?” He looked towards you “meh as usual.” “Yeah that’s how I felt when I woke up until everyone started to give me gifts, which is weird.”

He looked to see the box you’re holding “guess so but speaking of Valentine’s Day gifts here ya go.” He handed you a gift too?! You took the bag to see it was a favorite color wine glass “wow husk this is nice, you going soft on me?” He glared at you “no just doing what you’re supposed to do for the holiday or whatever.” He blushed looking away “yeah sure.” You smirked.

“I feel like a jerk tho I got nobody anything but everyone got me something.” You stated he shrugged his shoulders “it’s fine what I really want is alone time.” He replied with very little card but your own words gave you an idea.

“I’ll be right back!” You ran back to your room got your wallet, phone and keys and left before husk can say anything back.

3 hours later

You thankfully found gifts for everyone that was in my our budget as well felt like a miracle except for the 3Vs you’re pretty sure they got everything they need, especially Val your not even gonna try for that guy.

You brought each of the gifts to everyone, they all loved it, funny a holiday you never cared for became the same holiday that made you realize how important you are to everyone and how important they are too you as well.

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

<- Back to MasterList or back to hazbin hotel

[salllzy]

Holiday in Hell #3

It took three days for anyone in the hotel to notice that someone was wrong, at first they hadn't been able to place it. But there had been something niggling at the back of their minds. It took another day for them to realise that Alastor wasn't at the hotel and hadn't been for several days, it took even longer to find the paperwork that had been signed and filed that granted him a month-long holiday. It took another day for them to realise just how fucked they were. Vaggie had cursed Alastor for a solid day, Husk while he was relieved to not have Alastor in the hotel. His workload? Had doubled. He was now in charge of ordering everything for the normal bar and the dry bar and he didn't have a single idea as to where Alastor ordered from. Charlie had already made several mistakes, she had underpaid everyone and then she had ended up cancelling several important deliveries. Which meant that they had ended up with no food. Thankfully, Lucifer had been able to pull some strings and get a delivery from Gluttony to the hotel. Everyone in the hotel was cursing Alastor in one form or another. Vaggie's workload had tripled, given that she shared her duties with Alastor. They took it in turns to patrol around the hotel grounds and make sure that there were no drugs or weapons in the hotel. They had a weapons locker where they stored the weapons that were needed, in case the hotel came under attack. Just because Heaven had stopped the Exterimantions didn't mean that Hell would stop attacking them. Lucifer hated what Alastor had done to his daughter's dream, Charlie was distressed, extremely so. She had tried to get in contact with Alastor, she had even gone as far as contacting those that knew him. It didn't work. Then a couple of days later, a post on Sinstagram blew up. There was a photo of Alastor with a doe demon, but that wasn't what captured people's attention. It was the caption underneath it. Spending time with my fawn is an excellent way to spend our birthdays. It wasn't just Sinstagram that was going wild, the majority of Hell was. As far as they had been able to find out? No one had been aware that Alastor had a daughter. It was the general consensus of many that Alastor did not like children. Then the rest of the photos flooded Sinstagram. Decades worth of photos. Photos of them at the theatre, in the park, sharing a meal together. There were even several more personal ones. Many of them felt as f they were committing blasphemy by looking at them. But it was hard not to look at them. The pair of them were in Alastor's radio booth in the middle of a broadcast and there was one of them sharing a drink together.

Charlie had locked herself in her room and had refused to come out for a full day and Lucifer could understand. This had all come from the left field, many of them were left floundering and not just because of what had happened to the hotel. He had tried to speak to Charlie, but she didn't want to listen to him. Lucifer was jealous of Alastor, it was exceedingly clear from the photos that he had a very close relationship with his daughter and he barely had one with Charlie. He would admit that Lilith had done wonders in turning Charlie against him, but his problems with Lilith were not something that he wanted to bring up to Charlie.

Truthfully, he doubted that he ever would. But jealousy burned whenever he looked at the photos of Alastor and his daughter, every hour on the hour, a new photo would appear on Sinstagram. Each time there was a new photo on Sinstagram the internet blew up. Lucifer could tell from certain photos that it wasn't either of them taking the photos, it was someone else. Which begged the question. Who was taking the photos?

[uninformedartist]

My Final Post Regarding Velvette As a Character

And I must say it ends on a good note :) sort of.

Original twitter thread: https://twitter.com/OhTheSunnySide/status/1643798183674249216?t=ta0YMJ4NpmkticJXIuqqZQ&s=19

Oh the sunny side gave a wonder critique on hairstyles of ethnic characters on two upcoming indi animations, Far fetched and Pen pals forever. The critique came from a black person and was a sound and valid critique. The response from Ashley and Marie exemplifies how a creator especially one who is making or trying to make an independent animated series should respond to critique especially from ethnic voices.

Just look at these responses from both creators, so beautiful to see like this warmed my heart to see how Ashley and Marie took the critique. Marie said they will better even going as far as hiring the right people and Ashley stating that she'll revisit Piper's design in the final series. But sigh enough about this absolutely positive critique and creator response this is what should have happened with Velvette. Over so many years ethnic voices have critiqued Velvette's design in it lacking all ethnic features yet Viv wants to push she's a black woman. She was even hostile to an artist who redesigned Velvette from the leaked character sheets and said the person whitewashed Velvette in the redesign but she's bloody grey ashy toned in her original design like I cannot what. Anyhow her design still could've improved in the final series and...

Yeah nope. My point in all of this is listen to ethnic voices especially if you're an independent project because that is truly where you can make representation shine. Viv prides herself on starting Hazbin as an independent animated project and time and time again got wonderful criticism to better her especially ethnic characters like Vaggie, Val, Alastor, Niffty, Velvette and the list can go on. But she didn't she took all criticism from these voices as an attack on her and basically said "stuff your critique and wanting to see better more accurate representation my designs are perfect and need no changes". And I know Viv is half Salvadorian but that doesn't negate from the fact her ethnic characters are badly designed, Marie is Chinese but took that criticism with care and would better because she is not part of that ethnic group of one of her characters and is making a show that highlights representation so they will better the character's design, just beautiful to see. Viv as we all know doesn't take criticism well I get it but to shut out ethnic voices on designs you could've changed on so many occasions (basically over 10 years really since she had these characters for so long) is deeply insulting and heartbreaking. And that old excuse on "its just her artstyle" is bull its not even valid for a number of logical reasons if your artstyle cannot be pushed to incorporate ethnic features, I don't need to go into how bad that is.

In closing, listen to ethnic voices especially if you're making independent animated projects, animation on its own is unique medium to show representation without restrictions, its an open playing field you literally design the character you can do justice to representation. And if you're designing a character out of your ethnic group reach out, heck sometimes we make mistakes designing characters from our own ethnic group, ahm Vaggie. And lastly being independent you can get a lot more viewer feedback and engagement and that can be the most helpful. Marie and Ashley I hope live up to their word as I'm exited on both their series, wish Viv did the same but oh well we'll just be repeating ourselves, same old story thats set in stone hmm.

Edit: sorry if I used the wrong phrases or words, my English is on holiday now haha

[jacksdinonuggets]

I know it's not Halloween yet but made me think of the Permaregressor Vaggie wanting to try trick or treating but Carmilla is worried about her baby's safety and knowing he'll can be really mean to trick or treaters? (Maby makes a compromise to pretend to at their house so vaggie has fun and isn't worried about her padding and carmilla keeps her baby safe?)

Trick Or Treating

Thank you for the request! I finally got it done today!

Featuring normal Permaregressed Vaggie! Aka, Vaggie feeling 4-6 years old!

The carmine family were eating dinner one night on a late October evening. It was about 2 weeks from all hallows eve. Somehow, the conversation of trick-or-treating came up. Carmilla, Odette, and Clara were talking about all the fun they had when the girl’s were younger. Vaggie had known all about Halloween and trick-or-treating. When she was alive, she went trick-or-treating once or twice and loved it. She never stopped talking about how amazing and fun it was. However, her parents didn’t seem to like how obsessed she was with it. They told her that if she was that obsessed with it, then she must’ve had the devil in her and made her go to church even more often until she stopped. Even after she stopped annoying them, they never let her go again and dealt with her meltdowns very poorly when she would have them.

“Mama?” Vaggie asked, looking up from her plate of un-touched vegetables.

“Yes, Vaggie?” The girls and the overlord stopped talking to look over at vaggie.

She played around with her peas on her plate as she hesitated for a second.

“Can I go trick-or-treating?” She asked in a small voice. Carmilla wanted to say “of course!” and go on about planning her costume and what-not. However, she thought about it for a second. Vaggie was younger than her body and no doubt would get made fun of if any adult saw her trick or treating in the child-safe hellborn neighborhoods. 

She also had to worry about padding. Vaggie when she was normally permaregressed, about 4 or 5, was pretty much potty trained. She barely had any accidents if there was a place to go nearby. But if she was in a neighborhood and wanted to stay out for more than 2 hours, there was a high possibility that she would have an accident. Now, a good solution would be a pull-up but getting Vaggie into any protection when she was feeling older than 3 was a hassle. And Carmilla would need to check and probably change her. But there would be no private areas to change her. 

It would also be really dark out and a lot of walking. She didn’t want Vaggie to end up suffering while out there. And what if there were drugs in the candy?! Or knives?! She couldn’t risk anything. Even if drugs are too expensive to put in kids candy, it was hell! Anything could happen down here.

“Mija… I don’t think it would be a good idea…” Carmilla started. She saw the upset look on her daughter's face.

“I pwomise I won’t talk about it too much! I won’t be annoying, I swear!” Vaggie cried out desperately. 

“Bebe, You aren’t annoying for talking about stuff you enjoy. I’m just worried that others might be mean to you and about you having accidents,” Carmilla tried to explain.

“No one gonna be mean to me! I have you, Mama! And I’m potty trained!” Vaggie tried to rebut. However, Carmilla wasn’t having it.

“Sweetie, Even if I’m there, they can say hurtful things that you won’t immediately forget when I beat them up. And I’m just worried that if we go, we’ll be out for a while with no potty nearby. And I don’t think you’d want your mama to be changing your pullup on the sidewalk,” The overlord said.

“N-no…” Vaggie said, head hung with shame.

“I’m sorry, mi querida, but I don’t want anything bad to happen,” She held Vaggie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Vaggie’s lip began to tremble and she looked like she was about to start sobbing or have a meltdown. It was Vaggie’s favorite holiday. She loved dressing up in fun costumes and getting candy. She hasn’t been trick or treating in so long and really wanted to do it again.

“I have an idea, mom,” Clara perked up, “What if we buy a bunch of mixed candy and pretend each room is a house. That way Vaggie can trick or treat without going outside the house?” 

Carmilla thought about it for a second. That could actually work and it would save her from multiple meltdowns and tantrums from Vaggie. 

“That… could work. We can do that,” She said.

“Yay!!” Vaggie cheered, getting up from her seat and hugging her mama. Carmilla smiled and pet her head.

“So, what do you want to be?” She asked.

“Hmm, Ballerina! Wanna be like you!” Vaggie bubbled. The cuteness of this girl was gonna kill them one day. 

During the next couple days, Carmilla had helped Vaggie make her costume and made sure to get decorations and enough candy and a variety of candy for each door. Each door to a room would be decorated as if it was a house. For example, the door to the basement had lights over the frame and a little fake gravestone next to it. Luckily, Zestial helped set everything up while Carmilla kept Vaggie busy in the ballet/training room. 

On the day of Halloween, Vaggie woke up happily, excited for the fun night ahead of them. Carmilla made pancake art, themed for halloween. Although her recipe wasn’t nearly as good as Lucifers, she was quite a talented artist when it came to food. Mainly because she looked at pinterest way too often.

Vaggie was dressed in pumpkin themed overalls and a little shirt with a green cyclops on it. She happily skipped through the factory, holding her Mami’s hand and her stuffy, who was also dressed up in Halloween gear. Once they were in the office, Carmilla gave Vaggie some Halloween coloring and activity books. She started to work on them while watching the Halloween specials and normal episodes from all the shows she enjoyed. But not The Owl House episode with halloween. "Thanks to them" would make her sad :(

After a couple of hours of coloring, watching tv and playing with her toys, it was finally time to go home and get the halloween party/indoor Trick or Treating started! The plan was that they would host a small halloween party and at the end, everyone would get their own room with a small bucket of candy to give out. 

Once everyone was in their costume, the party started. Carmilla made fun pinterest party items like mummies (Pigs in a blanket basically,). It was really fun. They all took fun pictures with each other. Clara was a bat, Odette was Frankenstein's monster (NOT FRANKENSTEIN!!), Carmilla was a ballerina to match with Vaggie, and Zestial was a pirate. Rosie, and a couple of friends of Clara and Odette were also there too.

After everyones dinner settled, it was time to start trick or treating. Vaggie ran up and down the hallways, knocking on doors and getting handfuls of candy. It was so much fun! Carmilla was by her side the whole time. She was still being very overprotective as always, making sure she was drinking enough water from her sippy cup, and taking lots of breaks. She knew that Vaggie might get some flare ups since their house was huge. It was way more like a modern-style mansion. Luckily, Vaggie wasn’t difficult and rested when she needed to and didn’t try to put off potty breaks to keep going. 

She went around the whole house 3 times before getting very tired. She started to rub her eyes and was more slow when walking. Her little pumpkin bucket was almost full. She wanted to keep going but her little body was too tired. It was also around 11 pm, way past Vaggie’s usual bedtime.

“Mmm, uppies, Mama?” She asked. Carmilla picked her up but instead of carrying her to the next door, she carried her to her bedroom.

“I think it’s past someone's bedtime~” She said. Vaggie whined, not wanting to stop.

“I know, but I can see you getting tired,” Carmilla placed her on her big kid bed and started changing her into her pajamas. She switched out her normal eye patch with her comfortable silk, sleep one. 

Luckily, Vaggie was way too tired to actually try and fight bedtime. She let her Mami change her into her pajamas, brush her teeth and get her bed all set and ready. From being so tired and exhausted, she didn’t even make Carmilla read her a bedtime story or stay and cuddle until she fell asleep. She quickly passed out once tucked in. The overlord smiled, glad that she could still make Halloween enjoyable for her little angel.

[helluva-insomniac]

Headcannons for Hazbin Hotel characters pt. 1

Aaaaaah it’s coming out in January!!!!!

Charlie-

She moved out the second she could, not to get away from her parents but to be on her own

Her favorite holiday is Halloween, once the humans started giving out candy she was ALL for it

If she has nowhere to squeal or put her energy she stims with her hands like crazy

She gets a stutter when she’s nervous

Her favorite color is green

She’s VERY smart with knowing where to put her power, barely using it unless she really wants something or her people are in serious danger

Vaggie-

Charlie found her almost immediately after she fell, and Charlie is the only one who knows her full story

She refuses to admit her favorite color is red because “we’re in hell, vaggie, everything is red”

Is lactose intolerant

She can play the violin really well

Before even Angel got to the hotel, she made weird noises and sang a lot when going through the halls, but that stopped real quick as soon as people started coming to the hotel

Angel-

Oh boy can he not do taxes!! The mafia never paid them so when he first got out he almost went to jail twice

He started smoking at like 12 as was the norm in his time

When he was little and his mother had just died, the times his dad and brother were forced to take him somewhere, he always stood right next to them unmoving but if he so much as looked in the wrong direction his father would roughly squeeze his arm and although Arackniss was encouraged to do the same, he was a lot more gentle

He never once in his life or death ate ice cream, claiming that it was “off brand gelato” and “I refuse to be westernized, Charlie”

Was DEFINITELY nicknamed Tony

Alastor-

This one has been headcannon’d so much it’s basically cannon, but he’s REALLY good at cooking

Frequently plays games like boggle with his shadow, somehow he always comes so close to winning but never does

Along with that, he organized a bi-weekly game night at the hotel (his shadow is not allowed to participate. Alastor wins)

He always smiles because his mother told him to, but also because the first time he killed someone he was so out of it that his only response was laughter, and that’s the only reaction he had to killing people after that

Requested the largest and best suite in the hotel, but he almost never uses it because he doesn’t need to sleep and he has his radio tower. Unfortunately, he has to start using it because Vaggie threatened him the hotel actually took off

He bites. That’s why he has the 5 foot rule, and sometimes Angel tries to see how close he can get to Alastor before being bitten, and for some reason Angel never gets bitten? (It’s because Alastor is too smart for that bs and it’s safer to not respond to Angel’s dumbassery, lest he fall victim to the spider’s sexual advances)

He goes golfing !!!

Husk-

Doesn’t even have a hotel room cause he just passes out everywhere

Will never admit it but he sees Niffty as a kid sister

He pretends to be uninterested in whatever convos going on at his bar but he totally listens in and loves gossip (he gossips with Niffty 110% of the time they’re around each other)

Angel sometimes puts aluminum foil on things because he’s bored, and Husk claims not to be afraid of it because he’s a PERSON not a cat but totally jumps out of his fur and gets v scared of it. He hates it

He hates spiders

Niffty-

Gossips with ANYONE and everyone

Is only in Hell because she was cleaning up after a crime (that was her job)

Her only friends were men because they were her employers

[ms-cartoon]

Sorry I'm late with this! Holidays are fun, but hectic. So the hazbin trailer . . . .

First lemme talk about what I think about the new cast since that was the main thing I've been worrying about this entire time. I know this is just a trailer and we probably need to hear more when they talk, but I can't say I fully agree with them. Some don't seem to fit their characters' appearances at all. Like with Vox. I don't know what I expected him to sound like, but definitely nothing like what I just heard. He sounds like an overly egotistical bitter uncle. I don't really know how else to describe that.

With Angel Dust . . . eh? I guess I can learn to live with it. A personal opinion, but Blake doesn't really do a terrible job voicing Angel. The tone of voice is similar to that of Michael's. Then again, its probably a reason why I'm not totally up for it. Because Blake is just trying to sound like Kovach? Idk, I guess I'm kinda being biased about this choice of voice-overs cuz I'm used to hearing Kovach voicing Angel, which he did a VERY GOOD JOB with.

With Alastor, I know I said he didn't sound bad when I first heard him in a leak I found, but uh. . . . I'm sorry y'all. It just does NOT hit the same at all lol. I feel like I need to hear more of his voice to get in overall picture, but so far . . . .I'm just not feeling it. What's his name- Amir? He's not far off from Bosco's voice but when he voices Alastor, his voice is a bit pinched higher than Bosco. Kind of nasally if you pinched his nose. I can only hope that when Alastor has a threatening moment his voice will go just as deep as Bosco with some gruffness.

Keith David as Husk? Look, I luv Keith David. He's super talented and does an awesome job at voicing characters! But I wouldn't exactly choose him as the choice of voice for our grumpy kitty cat. When I heard Husk talking, his voice sounded all little too smooth. With Mick, he actually pulled off the gruff and rough grumpy drunk we'd actually expected from Husk . . . who is a grumpy drunk.

Charlie and Vaggie's voice aren't too bad. They're alright. Though I feel like Erika's voice could be a bit higher pitched like with Jill Harris.

So yeah, some of these voices are just not it for me, but I guess I have to learn to live with it now. Lord knows I could only put up with so much with what Viv has to offer.

[hazbean-hotel-imagines]

Hi! I’m here for a matchup!

I’m a bi girl who loves science, art, music, antiques, and animals! I am very outgoing and like to express my love through both actions and words, and I like partners that take romance slow. I like people who are both smart and caring, and I want someone who likes parallel play and spending time together doing even the most mundane chores. I’m a pretty patient person and I want someone who will appreciate me! And of course, I like cuddles and walks together, I like sappy romantic stuff 😅 Thank you and happy holidays!

Matchup

I pair you with…

~ Hope you have a happy holidays as well! Stay safe and warm!! :)

~ Okay! So Alastor is the definition of slow burn. I feel like putting a name on the type of relationships he has is low priority. Once he begins to gain feelings, it's slow and gradual, and even once he recognizes them he doesn't define them with words. He'll continue with whatever dynamic you two have and develop, completely content without ever actually explicitly stating it's romantic. It's the type of relationship that's obviously romantic, but he doesn't feel the need to label it, so he leaves that to you if it's something important to you and is welcome to accept whatever label you see fit.

~ Shares your interest in art, music, and antiques. Would love sharing things that are central to his time period when alive.

~ A favourite date of Alastor's would definitely be seeing musicals or live theatres. Would love seeing movies, but prefers seeing things live as opposed to on a screen.

~ Since Alastor died in the 1930s, he has a different approach to dating. Not much PDA, and affection is more often received in private.

~ Alastor's very big on expressing his love through actions as opposed to words or explicit acts or romance. Love language is definitely acts of service. Alastor remembers things you've told him only once, makes efforts to understand things you like, and will get things for you that you've mentioned or just remind him or you.

~ Overall, he's slow, old school, and a sappy romantic.

I pair you with…

~ Vaggie is someone who is very slow trusting. She would be the ultimate slow burn, but once she’s fallen for someone it’s kinda the trope person a fell first but person b fell harder? Totally feeling that here.

~ I can see Vaggie as someone who's really happy about the mundane. Doing chores, cooking side by side, even getting groceries. She's just content to be spending time with them, and doesn't mind what it is.

~ On that note, definitely a big fan of parallel play. Vaggie is big on peaceful coexistence, love language is a mix of quality time and words of affirmation.

~ I feel like your patience would be super compatible with her. Vaggie pairs well with someone who keeps a level head because of her short temper. She's often reactive and defensive, but I'd imagine you keep her grounded.

~ Sappy when it comes to romantic gestures. Loves cuddles and walks, and especially really intimate or mundane dates. Dates at home are her favourite. Would definitely surprise you with a candle lit home made dinner after a long day.

I pair you with…

~ Side note: I was going to include Stolas in this lineup, I feel like you’re really compatible, but I chose to slide him into the additional pairing instead of Husk because you preferred Hazbin. If you’d like me to pick up your matchup again and write you a pairing for Stolas as well I’d be more than happy once matchups are reopened! :)

~ I’m a sucker for introvert and extrovert tropes. You being outgoing and really open about your love for him is a really cool contrast with his laid back, often introverted approach to things.

~ It’s also kind of like the sunshine and grump trope?

~ I spoke about it in this post a long time back, but his canon dialogue style makes me go back and forth with the grump trope for Husk. Can totally see it, but he uses every dialogue to express an emotion. While he’s a grump, I can see him in a relationship being sappy and genuinely saying loving things to his partner, even if he’s a man of few words.

~ Seems like Husk is the grump to your sunshine to outsiders, but you see him more as a friendly giant.

~ On that note, Husk’s love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

~ Husk is similar to Alastor in the sense that he doesn’t need labels to be comfortable with you. Husk would accept whatever label you’d like, but he understands his feelings, and that’s enough. He loves you and everyone knows it, so he wouldn’t rush to put a label on anything himself because he’s already comfortable with your dynamic. However, if you were to label it, he would be open to it.

Additional pairing…

Stolas

[valscigarette]

Electric Lights on Strings

As Alastor’s scathing smile stretches alongside his lanky limbs, Angel tops off Vaggie’s eggnog with a healthy glug of whiskey. “I wouldn’t blame ya for saying I told you so,” he says. “I’m gonna. Hey, Charlie!”

Only Charlie could stand between the Radio Demon and the King of Hell, pointedly dismissing their eldritch devolution and Angel’s interjections with a pout not even Alastor can resist for long. Vaggie has her spear in hand as a precaution but she doubts it’ll be necessary with this crowd.

“Now, Alastor, Dad,” Charlie hedges, clasping her hands in front of her chest, “Christmas is about getting along. Right, Vaggie?”

Most of Vaggie’s recollections of Christmas involve going to parties with Adam, drinking until even Heaven wasn’t enough to keep her stomach from turning, rubbing elbows with important angels, and trying to keep her head on straight. One year, she thinks she actually met the birthday boy. He turned her wine to water, if her memory serves correctly, and then transformed her black dress to red and green to match the party theme before disappearing back into the crowd. 

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

Charlie grins when their eyes meet. “Thanks, babe. Soooo, it’s not very festive to, like, have a super powerful battle in the lobby over which lights to use. And,” she nods toward Niffty, who’s currently tangled in both Lucifer’s rainbow string lights and Alastor’s old-fashioned white line of bulbs, “it’s totally not fair to the staff! They’re trying really, really hard to decorate.”

Everyone has contributed something: Husk wrapped tinsel around the bartop and stools, Angel hung mistletoe in every possible location, Sir Pentious and Cherri brought in the tree, the Egg Bois covered the ground in fake snow, and Niffty put wreaths on all the doors. Charlie has taken it all in with such wonder that Vaggie can’t stand to burst her bubble. In Hell, Christmas is mostly about seasonal vape flavors and porn campaigns–nothing like Heaven’s month-long celebration. The nostalgic, rose-colored memories from life Angel accidentally shared over breakfast last week were enough to convince Charlie that they all need a proper celebration somewhere between Heaven and Hell’s traditions.

“Charlie,” Alastor says primly once he drops back into his usual form, “if you insist on defiling the hotel with decorations for this…” he flicks a hand, “holiday, I implore you not to use those ridiculous neon eyesores.”

“The only eyesore here is your coat!” Lucifer snaps.

“Guys, come on!” Charlie interjects again. “Can’t we compromise?”

At the same time that Lucifer reluctantly agrees, Alastor scoffs and sinks down into the floor, though Vaggie notes his silhouette draw up at the front windows with a red-eyed stare. Rainbow lights it is, then. She sets her eggnog, untouched, on the table to free Niffty. All the decorations just appeared when she was in Heaven, not a speck out of place, and leaving the haphazard efforts of the hotel residents to feel more like a mockery than a comfort. 

“Don’t worry, Niff,” Vaggie says as she unwinds the strings, “I’ll have you free in a second.”

“Aren’t you excited?”

She pauses. “Huh?”

“You seem sad,” answers Niffty, squirming to ‘help’ free her arms from the tangled Christmas lights. “Don’t you like Christmas?” 

There’s no reason to, as far as Vaggie’s concerned, but she doesn’t want to dampen the mood when everyone is so excited for a taste of familiarity, a taste of home, after the decades they’ve spent in Hell. She can’t take this from them. Husk is smiling. 

“Not my thing,” she says. 

With a final flourish, Vaggie lifts Niffty from the lights and deposits her a couple feet away. The bug scuttles off into the shadows to continue decorating, leaving Vaggie to watch Lucifer conjure elegant strings of rainbow lights onto the tree, the walls, and the ceilings while mentally agreeing with Alastor that the colors are tacky. Then again, tacky is hardly out of place for the Hazbin Hotel. 

Vaggie shores up a smile as she rejoins Charlie’s side, determined not to let her feelings get in the way of everyone else’s excitement.