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B O O W O M P

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These are the last Alastor doodles, I promise

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Alastor is fond of Charlie, but does not actually care about her

If that makes sense

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Because I have too much time on my hands I transcribed Vox's screen crawl from this bit of Stayed Gone and it's so funny he's such a LOSER !!! It says:

SO THE RADIO GUY'S BACK. I DON'T THINK YOU NOTICED. I DIDN'T AT FIRST - I WAS TOO BUSY BEING A MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND IMPORTANT PERSON. BUT FUCK IT. NEWS IS SLOW TODAY I GUESS, I'M TOTALLY NOT WORRIED ABOUT THIS GUY AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU BE. I TOTALLY WRECKED HIS SHIT LAST TIME HE TRIED ME. THANK-

girl you are fooling NO-ONE !!!!

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king of rizz™ 🥂

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More than Something...

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Meeting with friend (Rosie knew) (Sorry if I made a mistake in English)

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Alastor's apologising (part 1)

It happens after this and before this

susan doesn't have wiki page lol, no colors for her jddlfhskdhsfsk

It's gonna be... bore than one part in between first and last one. Maybe 3, inclusing this. I hope there won't be more.... for something that shouldn't have continuation, this thing has awfully many parts

fire can hurt him while he's moving as a shadow because it's, like, LIGHT. And light and shadows don't mix together very well. Alastor did not know that. Nobody knew (and knows) (he never told susan how much damage she caused).

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Video Killed The Radio Star, my dear friends.

He still remembers how the jingles used to go ☆

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Death Days

Huskerdust

TLDR; Sinners bodies go through the pain of their death every year, on the day they died. And today is Husk’s turn on a pain mobile. Husk was never one to openly give up information about himself, not unless forced to by Alastor. So, even as the hotel’s guests and patrons became closer, Husk was still fairly unknown to those other then Angel, and his boss. Speaking of the spider, he was lounging across his bar and complaining of the shoots he had to do last night. “And then this fuckin guy, right? I swear to satan hes never had sex before in his li-” “You got the day off today?” Husk cut off the man before he got a little too vulgar for his tastes. Angel blinked at him a moment, before a grin pulled at his lips.

“Yeah, why? Want a free show~?” “Im not one to ask this, but. Can you just… stay?” Husk looked at the glass he was cleaning. His yellowed eyes refusing to look into the arachnids own.

Husk hated to ask for another’s help, but if Angel could ask for his, then he could do the same. He could already feel the way his body began to crumble around him, leaving first his hands to shake and be weakened. The sensations would spread across his body throughout the day, until night fell. “Like. At the hotel?” Angel asked, sipping at the strawberry martini he always drank. “With me.” Husk clarified, “Its… today.” 

His voice was grumbled under his breath, face heating up in its embarrassment as he kept his gaze off Angels. You see, it was Husk’s death day today, March 19th. Death days were one of the many punishments of a sinners afterlife. Where ones body relives the pain of its death. For some, it was a meaningless, 5 minute sharp pain in the chest, others it was reliving the worst torture one could imagine. And Husk? Husk was considerably lucky in this department. For he died in his sleep. He felt nothing, except the crippling loneliness, and his body’s pain of aging. It wa selfish, really. Asking anyone else to just throw away a day off to take care of an old man. But he didn't want to go through this alone again. “Today? Whats to- Oh.” Angel’s eyes widened as he realized what Husk was getting at, he reached a hand over to the bartender, and his face pulled into a soft smile. “Yeah, course I can Whiskers. Anything for you.” Husk looked at the hand held out to him, and smiled faintly as he took it in his own. ~~ And stay he did, helping Husk wherever he could. He even took over the bar when Husk’s hands started shaking to much to hold a liquor bottle, and helped him upstairs when the other struggled to walk due to hip pain. An arm thrown across his shoulders, and gentle touches all around. Which lead us to now, with Angel laying across Husk’s bed, the cat laying across him and cuddled into his warmth. “Ya know. I don’t let people just lay on top’a me that often.” he started to joke, looking down as Husk looked up. Angel smiled softly. Husk’s ears were tilted back, pupils blown out of his eyes as Angels multiple hands pet at his head and back. Low, loud purrs emitted from his chest, and Angel could feel its gentle waves on his stomach and chest. He tilted his head into Angel’s hand. “That mean im special?” Husk asked, his voice a bare mumble. He had been struggling to eloquently talk since 5pm rolled around. “To me you are.” Angel leaned forward, tapping his nose against the others. “Sap.” “Says the one who came up with an entire song and dance routine to cheer me up.” “I thought we weren’t gonna mention that… that again.” Husk muttered, his head going back to being buried in the soft fur that adored Angel’s chest. Angel laughed softly, “You said not to mention it to the others. Its just us here baby~” “Hmmm.” Angel kept his gaze on Husk. his hands focusing their scritches on Husk’s head and ears. Earning louder and louder purrs from the stoic man on top of him. He felt honored, really. Death days were something that a lot of sinners kept private. They were at their weakest points then, and it would be so easy to take advantage of them. The fact Husk not only trusted him, but ASKED for his help, sent Angel over the moon. Silently, he counted the mans breaths. Watching his back rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic pattern. As the purrs quieted down, Angel’s smile tightened. He knew Husk would be fine, logically. But seeing the man like this hurt him in ways that truly and deeply scared him. Husk’s breathing began to slow, and the man shifted uncomfortably on top of him.  “Ssh… I got ya. Your okay. Your safe with me.” Angel said softly, running his hands through the others fur. Husk settled down, The gentle purrs that echoed in Angels ears started to get softer and softer.

Angel wrapped his arms firmly around the other, “I promise, your safe right now.” The words spoke in a whisper so soft that feathers would feel like rusted steel in comparison. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Husk’s breaths got so much weaker. His chest could barely rise on its own, the purring stopping completely. Angels own breath hitched, tears filling irrational eyes.

“I love you.” Angel squeezed Husk a little tighter, and the mans last breath brushed past Angel’s fur.

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steamrolls him into a sticker

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First bird man and Lute for the rewrite

Now we are getting somewhere. I was fighting with Adams design a LOT then I decided that since I picked the Mask of Comedy theme for him it still makes some sense for him to keep the horns as a way to mock the demons. I also made Lute his daughter for this rewrite simply because I like the idea of "Charlie" and Lucifer vs Adam and Lute as a father/daughter duo separated by the narrative.

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I know I already said in another ask that Dawn is canon to me and I’d die for her but now I’m compelled to say that thanks to you fuzzy Al is canon to me as well! The way you draw him is just so perfect and I loveeee the details you add to him <3

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hehehe my propaganda is working~

jokes aside- I'm genuinely super happy and honored that you like how I draw him!!! ;W;

I'm ngl I was really unsure about how well that would be received at first and I'm aware that the way I draw him is a little bit more out there than some people (without full on re-designing him at least) so I'm both relieved and stoked that so many people so far seem to agree with my vision :'D

have some more fuzzy Al propaganda for good measure bc I felt like drawing it :'DD

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"Eye contact can hit you like a bullet."

I LOVE THIS ONE OMFG

IM SCREAMING @hurthermore I-

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In episode 5, during hell's greatest dad, when alastor is singing you can see antlers on the hotel sign, which isn't there for the real hotel. Plus those antlers are attached to a radio

Here's the hotel for comparison:

Also the "hazbin" part of alastors sign is in an arch while it's linear on the real hotel

Another thing I found funny was that sir pentious' war machine has it's tongue out which I isn't on the real one

Another difference is the fact that the real sign has a key shape behind the sign while alastors version does not

👀👀👀

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Friend shaped

#hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #sharks