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[kleotheundeadone]

No, okay, i'm so sorry, but the sheer amount of angst potential this poses.

Imagine Anthony, alive & kicking, running away from home to get away from his families mafia lifestyle in hopes of becoming an actor.

Anthony, who stays up till sunrise practicing & trying so hard to perfect his acting so that maybe, just maybe, he could have a chance.

Anthony, who probably got denied roles & opportunities because of rumors of him being "a sissy".

Anthony, who kept trying, again & again & again & again, even as he began to spiral & fall into bad habits, drugs obviously being one of them.

Anthony, who ultimately dies due to those bad habits, & is furious with himself for dying without ever getting to fulfill his dream.

But then he meets Valentino who gets in his head, gives him a whole new name, a new persona to live by, gives him the promise of stardom, & all he can think is "FINALLY. My dream isn't completely dead! I'm gonna be an actor! It's different then what I thought, but i'll be an actor!"

But it's all a lie. A shiny, bittersweet, rose-tinted lie.

And by the time he realizes it, it's too late to go back.

I wonder if Angeldust genuinely wanted to be an actor? He usually refers to himself as an actor, not a pornstar, and keeps letting himself get dragged into the acting games at the hotel (he can and does say no there so he's participating because he wants to).

With episode 4 he also got really defensive when Husk started criticizing his show and tell, specifically the acting in it.

Plus, on his contract with Valentino the 'A' in Anthony is a star. I could definitely see Val promising a down on his luck Angel to make him a star in exchange for his soul, and a hopeful Angel signing, thinking this is the first step to fulfilling his dream :(

#i'm in tears #but like #do you see the vision #it's perfect #i'm in pain #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin anthony #hazbin hotel angst

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ANNOUNCEMENT

I am officially taking requests! Because fuck it, we ball

Rules & Regulations

1. I mainly do headcanons & scenarios as they are quick & easy to write compared to full fledged one shots

2. I will not, repeat, WILL NOT write anything involving the following: Noncon, s-icide, & underaged. Elements of the first two may be implied, but I will not write anything beyond that

3. Other than the above, anything else is fair game including angst & NSFW

4. I mainly write for Alastor, Angel, Lucifer, & The Vees since they're my favorites, but I will still write for other characters. All I ask is that you keep in mind that I am but a simple corpse that writes scenarios for some characters better than others, so please don't hate me if I do your request & it's dogshit

5. Please be patient if it takes me a while to get to your request. I, unfortunately, have other important things to do beyond writing for my hyperfixations

6. WHEN IT COMES TO NSFW FOR ALASTOR SPECIFICALLY, I really try my best to still be mindful of his canon sexuality as I feel it's important. I don't wanna completely say no to NSFW requests for him, but I don't wanna completely upheave his canon sexuality since the aro/ace community already has so little representation

7: WITH THAT BEING SAID, I'm also an allosexual individual that just happens to have aro/ace friends that I can turn to for advice, so please don't hate me if my portrayals of him aren't the best. I promise I'm trying

Aaaaand... I think that's it! Please engage with me, I need sustenance to fuel my obsession while I wait for S2

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[kleotheundeadone]

OH. MY. GOD.

I wonder if Angeldust genuinely wanted to be an actor? He usually refers to himself as an actor, not a pornstar, and keeps letting himself get dragged into the acting games at the hotel (he can and does say no there so he's participating because he wants to).

With episode 4 he also got really defensive when Husk started criticizing his show and tell, specifically the acting in it.

Plus, on his contract with Valentino the 'A' in Anthony is a star. I could definitely see Val promising a down on his luck Angel to make him a star in exchange for his soul, and a hopeful Angel signing, thinking this is the first step to fulfilling his dream :(

#THIS #THIIIIISSSS #I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS #THIS IS AMAZING #I LOVE YOU #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin anthony #love this headcanon

[kleotheundeadone]

Alastor's love language is physical touch

Hear me out

We know Alastor's asexual, but that doesn't automatically discredit physical touch being his love language. As of course, physical touch doesn't need to be inherently sexual. We can see from the way he interacts with Mimzy, Nifty, and Rosie that he doesn't mind being touched by those close with him, and even seems to enjoy the contact going off of the way he hugs Mimzy and engages in his silly little dance with Rosie. So he definitely doesn't mind being touched. But I'm willing to go out on a limb and say it's the way he most enjoys receiving affection.

Again. Hear me out.

Those with physical touch as their love language often enjoy tasks that are hands on and physically stimulating. Some of those tasks include cleaning, cooking, dancing, and gardening. All things that Alastor seems to enjoy. Now I'll admit, the cleaning one is a bit of a stretch and kind of just a personal headcanon of mine, but it has been confirmed that Alastor enjoys dancing and cooking, and going off of the imagery of plants in his room, I think it's safe to say it's something he also enjoys (even if he's not very good at it judging by the whole killing plants by touching them thing, it's real, read the comic). I also think a secondary love language of his would be quality time, as he does grow to be fond of others via spending time with them via how he grows fond of the rest of the main cast (so much so that he has a mental breakdown). What can we conclude about these findings? If you wanna get close to Alastor, your best bet would be to just spend time with him and be as respectful of his physical boundaries as possible to start. Then when he gets more comfortable, try to spend time with him through hands on activities so he can feel closer to you. Before you know it, you'll be getting more hugs than you can probably handle, and maybe even a smooch or two. So long as he doesn't break down over experiencing actual human connection and kills you in retaliation.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor headcanons #he would not be able to handle falling in love #like #if he could every really canonically fall in love #he would NOT be okay

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Scenario: Angel Shows You His Poetry

(A/N: I head cannon Angel as being a fan of poetry, and writes some of his own in his spare time. Originally this was gonna be a little huskerdust oneshot, but after a very stressful 10 minutes I concluded that I did not know how to write for Husk. So until I figure him out, I turned this into a Scenario. I kept it pretty neutral, so feel free to interpret your relationship with him as romantic or platonic) ⚠WARNING, WARNING⚠ It's sort of angsty? KInd of? I dunno, i'm warning you anyway just in case

"Hey, what's this?"

You carefully pick up the pink binder filled to the brim with paper from off of the floor, the words "poetic shit" written in the center in swirly black lettering. "Oh hey, how'd that get out here? Nugs must have been messing around under my bed and pushed it out." As if on que, Fat Nuggets wiggles himself out from underneath Angel's bed, sniffing slightly as he waddles over to him. "What is it?" You flip it open for only a second before Angel pulls it out of your hands, tossing it onto his pillow nonchalantly as he sits down on his bed, Fat Nuggets cradled in his lower set of arms, already fast asleep. "Nothing nothing, just some like joke poetry nonsense I write sometimes whenever I'm feeling bored." You had never really taken Angel as the artistic type. It wasn't totally unbelievable, but it was kind of hard to picture. And out of all the things... Poetry? It was intriguing to say the least. "Can I see them?" Angel gave you a look. He was hesitant. Nervous even. But he quickly covered it up with a smirk as he grabbed the binder and flipped it open, pulling out a small handful of pages. "Of course! Here's some of my best work. It's some real Shakespearean stuff, believe me~." There was something tucked away beneath the surface of his expression. Something you couldn't quite place. You wanted to prod, but you decided against it. Maybe it's nothing.

The poems he showed you were about what you expected. It was basically the typical sex jokes he'd tell usually, only now they rhymed and were in glittery pink cursive writing. So why were you still disappointed? It was Angel. What did you expect? But still... You had a feeling there was more to it. More to him. "Oink!" Fat Nuggets poked his head up from Angel's arms, squirming further against him as he attempted to press his nose against the hand Angel was using to hold one side of the binder. "Ahaha! Nugs! Come on little fella, cut that out, eheha!" A page from the binder came loose as Angel lifted it up in order to get it away from Fat Nuggets curious snout, falling face-up in front of your feet. As you lean down to pick it up, you quickly notice that the page is older than the others you read, based off the slight yellow tinge and tears at the corners. "Woah woah, hey, hold on a second-" His words don't register in your mind as you begin to smooth out the pages creases, taking notice of the complete shift of writing style. It was written in regular black pen, in print instead of cursive, was much longer than his other poems, and it didn't rhyme. And as you carefully scanned the words on the page, you find yourself getting lost in the literature before you, unaware of the way his cheeks paled as you read silently.

Hot And Cold

How does one ever survive in the cold? I may never truly know the answer Yet in spite of such, I am living in it, overtaken by the icy frost I breathe in the air that surrounds the space between us, and my chest burns My lungs filled with ice crystals, and I shiver I'm cold So very very cold I beg of you, I beg Let me feel your warmth If not only for a moment A second A fraction of that time My mind freezes over, and I forget my name Tell me what my name is Unthaw my snow covered mind Whisper warmth into my skull and melt the ice away So I may know the feeling of being alive again You hold me, and I feel warm So so so warm Too warm It burns All I ever wanted was to feel warm But who am I to deny your heat? So I dare not turn you away Burn away my skin, and consume my flesh in flames Tear away my cooked remains, and lick my bones clean Bury me in the ground, and let the earth take root in my marrow May my sullied remains be worthy enough to bear fruit That is my only use My only use The flames between us glow dimly A raging forest fire, now a mere candle, flickering in the wind I am warm I know just who I am I am real, raw, and absolute I could just about say my name My name is... The candle flame flickers and goes out You're gone I feel cold I don't know who I am I'm so cold So so cold

You were speechless. You only start to realize you're tearing up when you notice your tears dripping onto the page. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve before looking up towards Angel, his gaze locked onto you anxiously as he balled up and released his fists repeatedly. He didn't rush to take the page from you like you expected, or even tried to play it off like a joke. He just sat quietly, waiting for you to say something. Anything. You smiled softly as you held it out towards him. "This is beautiful Angel." He smiled back.

"Thank you. Just... Thank you."

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[kleotheundeadone]

How Some Of The Hazbin Characters Kiss Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Lucifer

My other husband

I think he’d be nervous to kiss you at first, just cause it’s been a while

The first kiss would be soft, sweet, & nervous. This man is a depressed wreck, & he’d be a little scared to be vulnerable again after Lilith left him

But once he gets past that, oh he is absolutely gonna just start smooching you all the time in the most dramatic way possible

Like, you’re just chilling & this man walks up from behind you, grabs your hand, spins you around a couple timed just for funsies, & then dips you back before landing the biggest smooch right on your lips in front of everybody

What a goof

I love him Vox

My other other husband

It feels like static

NO HEAR ME OUT

You know that buzzy feeling you get when part of your body falls asleep?

That plus whatever the sound of skin rubbing against leather would feel like

I also feel like when he kisses, he’s sort of an all or nothing type of dude

Like, it’s either a small heartless peck on the cheek, or a violent, nasty, teeth clanking against teeth, downright disrespectful, literally deepthroating each others tongues type of kiss

You know i’m right, we all saw the way he was kissing Val in the finale

Valentino

My trashy little side-hoe

Y’all gonna need to hear me out again for this

He kisses like a fire

Again, hear me out

It starts off small, like a candle. I imagine he’d kiss similar to Angel to start, with one set of hands on your waist, & the other holding your face. Simple. Innocent even

But then the fire starts getting bigger

Brighter

Hotter

His hands go from your waist to your hips, the other set of hands from gently cupping your face to wrapping around your neck. Not enough to choke you, but just enough to let you know they’re there

One moment his lips are gently pressed against yours, & the in the next his tongue is halfway down your throat, & you can barely breathe you’re so wrapped up in him

One moment, it’s just a candle flickering on the window sill. In the next, the whole house is burning down in an all consuming pyre

Hate him all you want, he’s awful, but you can’t deny the man can kiss like a fucking god

Velvette

She kisses the homies goodnight

Just a little smooch to help keep the boogie-man away

The homies is Vox & the boogie-man is Alastor if you couldn’t guess

But to be actually serious for a sec, Vel’s would be a pretty great kisser

She’d taste like cherries & cinnamon, & would wrap her arms around your shoulders kicking her leg up like a true girls-girl

I love her Carmilla Carmine

I'M INCLUDING HER BECAUSE I LOVE HER & I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

Anyways

She would kiss you on the cheek as a show of appreciation

And give you forehead kisses whenever you feel sad

Because she is a mother & is loving like that

When it comes to kisses on the lips, she won’t kiss you first, but would drop hints that she wants you to kiss her

I also think she’d like it if you were to straight-up ask to kiss her

And when you do kiss, it’s very romantic

She’s very classy

My wife

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel headcanon

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Scenario: Alastor Teaches You To Dance

(A/N:Ya’ll really liked my last Alastor scenario, so i’m doing another one because i’m still horrendously down bad. Might start taking some requests maybe, I dunno. Also, I kept this gender-neutral like the last one, but you are wearing a dress, so make of that what you will)

When Alastor expressed wanting to teach you how to dance, it seemed pretty harmless. Fair even. Afterall he was trying so hard to make adjustments for you. Albeit complaining the whole way, & getting a sick kick out of finding ways to use it against you, (Exhibit A: The proceeding Incident after teaching him how to kiss properly) but trying nonetheless. It seemed only fair that you’d allow him to teach you how to dance. Plus, he was so cute when you finally agreed. He didn’t often smile genuinely, & it always warmed your heart when you could get him to really smile at you, beyond his usual mask. But you couldn’t deny the facts: You sucked ass at dancing, & were absolutely gonna stomp Alastor’s poor little hooves into oblivion with your awkward two-left feet. And this was the main thought running through your head as you looked out in front of the dancing hall Alastor was able to rent out, (does slaughtering the owner & eating his hands count as renting?) nervously fiddling with the fabric of your dress. “I wonder if it’s too late to back out…”

“I’m afraid it is, my deer~!” Son of a bitch! What was this asshole's deal about sneaking up on people!? You cut him a hard glare, crossing your arms beneath your chest with a huff. “Very funny Alastor. Was it really necessary though?” Alastor looped his arm around yours, his smile stretched just the slightest bit wider across his face in an amused fashion. “Well I suppose it depends darling, do you find the presence of humor necessary? Cause I certainly do! Haha!” You’d clock him right in his yellow teeth right now if you didn’t love him so much. And because he’d probably bite your fist off. You begrudgingly allow him to lead you into the dance hall, trying not to get swept up in the sight of it all. Leave it to Alastor to kill a guy just so he could privately teach you to dance in one of the fanciest dance halls in hell. As endearing as it was coming from him, it didn’t help in quelling your nerves. “Um, Alastor, just checking, are you sure you wanna do this? I mean, not that I'm against it, cause I'm not, but just… Well… Surely there’s other things you’d rather teach me? You know what, I think I remember you mentioning wanting to teach me the recipe for your mothers jambalaya not that long ago, wouldn’t you rather do that?” The sound of static echoed through the empty walls as Alastor tilted his head at you, his eyes narrowing into an accusatory glare. “Darling, you are not really trying to weasel out of this, are you? Cause if so, i’d say that’s rather selfish & hypocritical of you. Wouldn’t you agree?” You winced. He was right. After everything he’d been doing to try & be a better partner to you, the least you could do was try this. That didn’t stop you from worrying, however. “You’re right, I’m sorry... I guess I’m just nervous is all. I keep getting all worried about stumbling over my feet & crushing your hooves, or stepping on your coat & tearing it or something.” You knew he’d never hurt you for ruining his coat, (at least you hoped not) but you wanted to avoid doing so all the less. Alastor’s gaze softened as he hummed beneath his breath, as if in thought. “Well then,” he started as he unhooked his arm from yours, taking a couple steps back. “Let’s see what we can do about that, my deer.”

A resounding ‘snap’ echoed throughout the dance hall, & for a split second, Alastor’s upper half became engulfed in shadow before dissipating, showing that his coat had been removed, revealing his shirt underneath. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thin yet muscular forearms littered with small light-colored scars. “That should eliminate any possible ‘coat tearing’ incidents. As for your other fears, I assure you that I will guide you to the best of my ability, as to limit any stumbling.” Alastor grinned at you- Not smiled, but grinned- as he gave a bow, holding out his hand towards you, a certain sparkle glimmering in his eyes. “Now,” There was a small flicker of radio static before a soft old-style song began to play throughout the dance hall as he gazed at you through hooded lashes. “May I have this dance, darling~?” Dammit. Just… Dammit. You took a deep breath, biting your lip as you placed your hand into his. “Take things slow, alright?” Alastor chuckled. “I make no promises, but… I will try.”

You were half-right before: You sucked ass at dancing. But you didn’t crush Alastor’s hooves. You certainly stumbled, a lot, & may or may not have managed to nearly fall on your butt a few times, but thankfully, Alastor was always there to catch you. He also didn’t nearly make fun of you as much as you expected him to. Granted, he did make fun of you- Like a lot. Mostly a lot of comparisons to having the legs of a newborn deer (Haha. Really funny Al) & something about dancing like a ‘dipso’, whatever the hell that means, but he was actually a pretty good teacher. He was calm & patient, didn’t get upset if you struggled to catch up with him, & by the end of it you were actually finding it easier to laugh at yourself when you messed up. “Ehehehe! Okay okay, hang on a second, let me catch my breath!” You carefully steadied yourself on your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Alastor brushed your hair back away from your face, tucking some of the stray strands behind your ears. “You did wonderfully, my deer!” He exclaimed, grabbing you by the hands & spinning you around with him. You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing his hands slightly. “I’m still not a very good dancer, Alastor.”

“Right you are my deer, but you are improving nonetheless! And at quite the impressive rate, if I do say so myself. I’m very proud of you.” A blush spread across your cheeks causing you to look down at the ground, mentally cursing your reflection staring back at you on the shiny linoleum floor. You squeaked softly as he gently placed his hand beneath your chin, lifting your face up to look at him as he grinned softly at you, his other hand holding yours firmly. “I mean it, darling. You should be very proud of your progress today. I’m ever-so pleased you allowed me to teach you. Just think of all the lovely outings I can take you on now!” You couldn’t help but chuckle. It was nice seeing him be genuinely giddy. “That sounds amazing, Alastor. But I think I'm still a little ways away before I can go leaving hell in awe with you.” A laugh track echoed against the walls. “Oh don’t be silly! What’s stopping us? In fact, I say now is just the opportune time for a proper night out on the town!” Before you could have the full chance to process what exactly he was doing, Alastor was gripping your hand tighter as he spun you around in a circle, leaving you dizzy as he grabbed you by the small of your back & dipped you to the floor, his face inches from yours as he smiled. “Well my deer? Let’s go become the talk of the pentagram~!”

What have you gotten yourself into?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #i did the “my deer” thing cause I can #i think i'm gonna write the second part to how hazbin characters kiss next #then maybe if this does well i'll officially start taking requests #who knows

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Scenario: Teaching Alastor To Kiss

(A/N: This is based off of a previous post I made where I talked about how the main group would kiss, & I concluded that Alastor would be bad at it, lmao. I’m still a simp, so I gotta redeem him a little bit, pun totally intended. This may be ooc, but it’s my hyperfixation, & I shall do as I please with it)

“Remind me again, darling, what is the point of practicing such a trivial activity?”

You sighed a bit, rolling your eyes at the demonic deers tone. Perhaps you should have guessed that Alastor wouldn’t know how to kiss. He had (begrudgingly) admitted to having never been in a relationship before you, so it made sense that he had never been kissed before, & wouldn’t be sure how it works. But it would be nice if the egotistical asshole would shelve his pride for 5 seconds so you could help him through this. “Come on Alastor, kissing is just like any other skill. It takes practice, & patience. So if we’re gonna do this, you gotta work with me. It’s okay to not be good at it at first.” 

A laugh track echoed around the room. “Ha! Oh, you truly do know just how to make me laugh, my dear! As if mashing one's face with another requires much skill. What a ridiculous notion all together!” You rolled your eyes. Why were you bothering with him again? You almost decide to just give up entirely before feeling his hand carefully take hold of yours, pulling your attention back to him. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to subject myself to such foolish flights of fancy. If only just this once.” You smiled softly at him, slowly placing your hand on his cheek. The sound of radio static filled the room for a moment, before lulling down into a subtle hum. “If you don’t wanna do this,” You murmured, squeezing his hand slightly in an effort to calm him. “It’s okay. We really don’t have to.” There was a beat of silence, save for the gentle hum of static, before he nodded, his smile strained. You wouldn’t lie & say it was perfect at first- A couple instances of uncomfortable teeth kissing, fumbling at trying to carefully instruct him on how to hold his head, & reminders to keep his lips closed, but after a few minutes, there was a very noticeable improvement.

“You’re doing much better,” You smiled, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “Lets give it one more try, alright?” You could feel the air around you buzzing around erratically as the grating sound of radio static filled the room, but nonetheless, Alastor kept on a brave smile & nodded once again, shutting his eyes & leaning forward like you had taught him to. You press your lips softly against his, eyes fluttering shut as you shut out the world & focused on the feeling of his mouth against yours. His kiss was soft, careful, & dare you say unsure. There was a vulnerability in it that was completely out of character for the radio demon. Had anyone else ever been with him in such a revealing state? You knew all too well the answer was no. The fact he was here with you like this was… Would it be too cliche to describe it as... Heavenly? The gentle hum of the radio static turns into the soft melody of strings & what you could have sworn was a saxophone. Was- Was he playing slow jazz??? You chuckled softly, pulling away as a consequence of your giggles. Alastor's ears twitched back & forth slightly as he laughed right along with you. "Forgive me darling, but the silence was dreadful! I simply had to do something about it before it killed me. Again!" You shook your head in disbelief as you reached the end of your little giggle fit, playfully nudging his side. "That's fair. Even I feel a bit awkward when kissing someone in total silence." Alastor hummed softly, stroking your cheek before grabbing you by the jaw, placing his other hand on the small of your back as his smile stretched out wide across his face, his crimson gaze glowing eerily. "Well then, I suppose we'll just have to make some noise, won't we my dear?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #i desire him carnally #i was this close to having him say “my deer” instead of “my dear” #not sure why i didn't #i regret it

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How Some Of The Hazbin Characters Kiss

Charlie

Very gentle & sweet

But I mean, she's princess of hell, she's not that innocent

I feel like she'd bite your bottom lip

Not hard mind you, just a lil nibble

And knowing her, she'd feel bad & say sorry if she thought she might have bit too hard

Vaggie

Like Charlie, but firmer

And minus the biting

I also think she'd like to be dipped back like a princess when kissed

Cause she's a princess just like her girlfriend, & you cam't fight me on that

Vaggie's a princess too dammit

Angel

You all think i'm just gonna say he's a sloppy passionate kisser

Which he probably is

BUT

I also like to think he kisses softly

Not gentle, but soft

He'd also hold you

Like, bottom set of arms on your hips, top set of arms holding your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, maybe even running his fingers through your hair

He's a pornstar, so he's gotta know how to kiss well

Husk

Kisses like a gentleman

No tongue stuff (at first), no crazy touching or feeling up, just a nice PG rated peck on the lips

Probably will hold your hands or your waist real respectfully too

I'm not a Husk simp persay, but I get the feeling he kisses the best

He's a sweetheart

Alastor

Okay, lemme make something real clear

I love Alastor

He's the main reason I got into Hazbin in the first place, & I am always gonna be all types of down bad for him

With that being said

This motherfucker can't kiss

Like, you go into kiss him right? He'll be doing his creepy smiling thing, but he won't have his lips shut. He'll be kissing with a big-ass toothy grin, & you'll be kissing on his teeth

You ever kiss someone's teeth? It's awkward, uncomfortable, & a lil painful

He either doesn't know how to kiss, or he's doing it just to be an ass

Still love him though

Nifty

She doesn't kiss

She bites

You go in to kiss her & she just bites your face off

Adds it to her collection

I can maybe see her kissing your cheeks a whole bunch

But on the lips?

Chomp

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel nifty #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #I should do more of these #it was fun

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You know what? You seem cool. (info dumps all my Hazbin OC thoughts)

Her name is Venus & has an android-esque look along with a few bug like characteristics, in order to give off the vibe of a virus (i haven’t drawn her yet, but for the sake of vibes, think of a mix between an android Hatsune Miku, Velvette from Trolls 3, & a beetle, then dye it neon green & black, & hazbin-ify it). In terms of powerset, she can make holograms of herself, can mimic the sound of peoples voices (it takes a bit of practice, some voices take longer to master than others), & can generally do a sort of auto-tune thing with her voice naturally (I also imagine her singing voice has a sort of earworm effect. Just sticks to your brain & gets stuck in your head for hours). I’m not gonna blab about all the details quite yet, but I have a whole story line in my head for her & it’s mainly just me finding excuses to have her bone all of my Hazbin Husbands (so Vox, Alastor, & Lucifer) cause i’m a self-indulgent slut

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin sona #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin lucifer #i like to imagine she died the year hatsune miku (whos my main inspo for her look) came out #so she has no idea what she is & is pissed some random bitch stole her look

[kleotheundeadone]

This'll be fun to see in the next tumbly video

Watching a tumblr post I’ve seen on actual tumblr appear in a YouTube compilation or on some other app always feels like how I imagine wild life photographers must feel when they see an animal in the zoo they’ve photographed in the wild.

#nice to see it in it's natural habitat before it's inevitable capture #I spelled tumbr as tumbly by accident #wow i can't spell the name of the sight i'm on right apparently

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the body is such a strange and vapid creature. i am eating soup with noodles that i cooked in a microwave. i don't know how microwaves work, only that most of my meals come from her yellow mouth. i put mine on the fridge; i have to stand on tip toes to take the bowl out, balancing it on fingertips.

i have to eat soup because i'm coughing up blood.

when you have been raised wrong, conditions of alarm are offset. which is to say that three weeks ago, i had a panic attack because i thought i saw him the liquor store. i collapsed into a heap, ready to sob into multicolored gin bottles. it was just someone who looked a lot like him, working a shitty 9-5. the poor man. what must it be like, to have someone go pale at your profile.

i spoke too loudly during a zoom meeting, and nobody answered immediately. the shame of that scoured my entire ribcage clean. i hated the experience so much i wrote it down in my notes: a reminder not to be so fucking annoying!

but the conditions of alarm are met at the moment. i am well-and-truly ill, the blood in my hand and on the pavement. at this moment in dr. house episodes i would be swaying, and then i'd collapse delicately and awaken in a crisp hospital bed. instead my dog bites my hand in excitement. now there is blood on his muzzle.

i am diabolically, almost robotically calm about it. i laugh about it, actually. i am feeling positively waifish. i am one nightgown away from holding an oil lamp up and saying milord? are thee turnin' in for the night? new blood is pinkish, almost feminine in her brightness, a tease into the tissue.

i haven't ever cried at a funeral. i didn't know you were actually allowed to. it felt like new blood - a way of making it about me, when my job is to flatter the shadows and stay tucked out of the way. i am always doing something for someone else. i am always earning my keep. i am always loveable, because i will do what it takes to make you able to love me.

here are the personal things i have been worried about in the last three weeks: if the spider i put outside was now able to restart her life. if an hour and a half every day is enough walking for a greyhound. if i drink too much coffee. if all my friends secretly hate me. if i'm a bad friend and i should be sad about it. what happens after this next goalpost? what if i'm deeply and inherently boring?

i cough up blood. my mouth tastes like iron gummies. i am not worried about this. my body is a seahorse. my body is an ocean wave. i can detach from it, be outside of it - just float away.

[kleotheundeadone]

Google Ambient Chaos if you ever need background noises for writing! It's a customizable soundscape website.

Anon, when I first saw this ask, I thought it was going to be one of those mixers of nice, traditional sounds, like rain or a coffeeshop. And it is! And there's lofi hiphop, my favorite sound to write to! Which means this is legitimately an excellent tool for writers, and I love you for introducing it to me.

But I also want to say. There are some choices here. That I need to point out. Because they're either fantastic or questionable, and I can't decide.

Things like . . .

Couple arguing.

Medieval battle.

Beehive, where you can write to a fuckton of bees.

Crime scene.

And actually the perfect soundscape for NaNoWriMo.

(It's here, for those curious.)

[kleotheundeadone]

Expanding a thought from a conversation this morning:

In general, I think "Is X out-of-character?" is not a terribly useful question for a writer. It shuts down possibility, and interesting directions you could take a character.

A better question, I believe, is "What would it take for Character to do X?" What extremity would she find herself in, where X starts to look like a good idea? What loyalties or fears leave him with X as his only option? THAT'S where a potentially interesting story lies.

In practice, I find that you can often justify much more from a character than you initially dreamed you could: some of my best stories come from "What might drive Character to do [thing he would never do]?" As long as you make it clear to the reader what the hell pushed your character to this point, you've got the seed of a compelling story on your hands.

[kleotheundeadone]

I always think: I want too much. I crave something so real and so certain and so magical, I need more than what is offered to me. I cannot settle in this life. I need. I need. I need.

But then, I see you. Then, I think: I would be happy for a simple life. I would need nothing more than to spend a life in your arms. I would sacrifice everything for you. I would give up anything if it meant I could see you smile. And it would be enough. I am certain of it.

[kleotheundeadone]

In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.

I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!

From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!

I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.

The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.

(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)

If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.

The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.

insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box

add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box

delete -> self explanatory

on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic

The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.

Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.

[kleotheundeadone]

Ya see, this right here is why I love poetry & romance.

i wasn't supposed to write about roses or blood or silver, about hearts or wings or galaxies; my teacher used to press her hands, firmly, to the top of our poetry stacks and beg us - love different. she was bored of it. i'd go home and write something with each of her off-limits words, emboldened by spite.

for a stint of time, i was a reader for a poetry magazine, shifting through thousands of submitted writings, each hopefully printed onto my tiny laptop screen for next-submission-viewing. one editor had a pile where we would put all the poems with parsnips or cauliflower, one pile for long-thin emergency rants that devolved into a blank scream, one pile for mentions of belladonna and chartreuse - for a whole year, i'd go to bed hearing chartreuse and silver and cities playing in my head in calligraphy. every three months, the beautiful public eye would become just-fascinated by pretty things. unusual, beautiful monstrosities. one winter, all about daises. the next, a fascination with posies. i watched the world spin from catching love in language to the same five phrases - help, it's ending, i'm alone, help, it's dark here, come home, help -

later, as an english teacher, i saw patterns. every semester, one million essays about four specific things. it wasn't pretty enough to be a teachable moment: the content they wanted to discuss was all extremely violent; a broken anthem of climate change and constantly being videoed is destroying us. i would wake up shaking, worried their visions were prophetic, soon-to-be-true. selfish, i couldn't handle the constant semester-to-semester panic they scribbled into six paragraphs, MLA-formatted text. read the world is ending fifty times every month; sob to your therapist i'm not doing enough, tell your students: please, no more violence, i don't have the right stomach.

each one seemed the same poem: we're dying, and nobody is coming to save us.

there are very few celebration poems these days. i want to rest my hand on a stack of poems about love in big red wings. love in a jacket, standing under an open galaxy. love written on the bicep, in an anatomically correct heart, with an arrow shot through the center so you can see the pink viscera of surviving a wound - so you know that even permanent tattoos are permeable. blood on the snout of a newborn lamb. silver rings around the pink scales of a pigeon's leg, and love with her hand around the ribs of a bird. i want to read boring essays about lunch. about which video games run the best graphics. about carnivals. about love in big cliche terms: standing in a garden of parsnips, clutching daises to her chest, eating raw meat over the body of a rich man.

i want to open the poetry magazine and have pages of sonnets about bluebells. about survival. about a mundane, beautiful spring. about sitting with your dog on a front porch, writing without spite, happily toying with the idea of ice cream.

my student sends me an email. i know you said to write about what brings you joy. but nothing really makes me happy these days. i don't know what i'm doing.

#dark academia #yes #love this