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crowclubkaz · 1 day

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😈📚 characters from hazbin hotel as books 📚😈

i finally got around to posting all of these on my bookstagram, and i figured i'd post them here too! putting this together was so much fun that i just had to share. full book list below the cut!

👑 Charlie: - Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson - One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

✖️ Vaggie: - The Bandit Queens by Parini Shroff - Hopepunk by Preston Norton

🎥 Angel Dust: - Rented Heart by Garrett Leigh - Gay Bar: Why We Went Out by Jeremy Atherton Lin ♣️ Husk: - The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson - The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky

📻 Alastor: - A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers - Lost Signals by Max Booth III

🧹 Niffty: - Maid by Stephanie Land - The Dead Janitor's Club by Jeff Klima

🍎 Lucifer: - Angels Before Man by rafael nicolás - Dayspring by Anthony Oliveria

🐍 Sir Pentious: - Soulless by Gail Carriger - Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

💣 Cherri Bomb: - Girls to the Front by Sara Marcus - We Sold Our Souls by Grady Hendrix

🚬 Valentino: - Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk - Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity by Robert Jensen

📺 Vox: - Universal Harvester by John Darnielle - White Noise by Don DeLillo

📱 Velvette: - The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger - Followers by Megan Angelo

🎸 Adam: - Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James - Why Men Love Bitches by Sherry Argov

🗡️ Lute: - Joan by Katherine J. Chen - The Valkyrie by Kate Heartfield

😇 Sera: - The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom - Dark Rise by C.S. Pacat

👼 Emily: - Halo by Alexandra Adornetto - Blue Skies by T.L. Martin

🥀 Rosie: - In the Garden of Spite by Camilla Bruce - Woman Eating by Claire Kohda

👸 Lilith: - Lilith by Eve Marmery - Jezebel by Megan Barnard

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spiritthemoron · 3 days

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[Hazbin Hotel Redesigns Pt.6] Velvette

Just doing these for fun!

The method to my madness is a mystery, so instead of having the rest of the main cast why not a villain!

Velvette is certainly my favorite of the three and I especially like how many different looks that she has throughout the show, which makes sense for a fashion designer, so I may doodle her with a variety of different out fit and hair styles. Anyhow like a lot of the others I quite like her original designs so I just sorta drew her in my style lol, I gave her doll joints since I believe she’s based after one, but the outfit I chose for her doesn’t exactly put those details on display too much, I also gave her a nose as I-personally-think too many characters don’t have noses, sorta like bow ties in this show, so I have her one, I also shifted the blue coloring in her palette to more purple just to make the overall palette more cohesive.

I’ve also cooked up another redesign I’ll post in a few days, Mayhaps a certain designers rival 👀

#I also imagine that she just has a closet of different hair styles #they’re not wigs-more like Lego hair #but it’s slightly cursed to think of a bald Velvette XD so I’m keeping this thought in teh tags #art #digital art #fanart #hazbin hotel #character redesign #redesign #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #Velvette #velvette fanart #hazbin hotel vox #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino

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nunalastor · 1 day

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Food for thought: Alastor hanging out with Lilith and Velvette, just gossiping and having brunch while Lucifer and Vox seethe in the background.

👀

#radiostatic #radioapple #alastor #lilith #velvette #lucifer #vox #hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks

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cupida91 · 2 days

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Here is a little vid I made bc I was bored and I'm trying to make edits and things like this, yet I obviously don't know a lot so... Yeah, that. I have more in my gallery bc I was bored and I don't have where to upload them.

If it has bad quality, I'm so sorry-😭

I used the tiktok form bc I was thinking about uploading it in tiktok, yet I don't really use it so I'll just upload it here and if I find an app then I'll go there and upload my vids-

#hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #staticmoth #voxval #vox #valentino #velvette #the vees #vees #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin vees #Idk if I need to add something #it's so late here #i can't even use my brain

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 2 days

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What are the qualities that the Vees hate/despise about each other? What strings do you need to pluck to make their team crumble?

Okay, so Val is the easy one - his short temper and recklessness. Vox and Velvette already have moments then they want to strangle him so someone would have to prove the other two that Valentino is not only impulsive but genuinely unreliable and is not safe to be kept around.

With Vox its his egocentrism. Like, he so obviously does not care about Velvette's show falling apart (motherfucker does not even look at her while sipping his coffee) or Valentino's meltdown (from viewers' perspective it's 100% valid but from the inside, Vox should care at least a little that his friend is going through emotional pain). Someone would have to convince others that he does not care at all and would sell them to satan for a one corn chip.

Since Vox and Val are massive egotistical maniacs, their least favorite part of Velvette is her perceptiveness and the way she has the nerve and audacity to call them out on their bullshit. To turn against her they would have to feel that she thinks they are idiots, manipulated them all and they are just her pawns she mistreats.

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #velvette #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #the vees #ask #headcanon

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voxaholic · 13 hours

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The Worst Day

A ficlet that got out of hand for @randomly--accessed--memories

Vox accidentally stumbles into the basement studio where he was tortured into insanity. Velvette finds him and Valentino is forced to leave mid-shoot because Vox needs him.

Part 1 of 2

Content Warnings: It's Valentino's pov, I feel like that's a warning in of itself.

Beta-read by the lovely @redladydeath

Vox is missing. It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence, especially on his more lucid days when he remembers that he can travel through electricity and therefore that Valentino and Velvette can’t actually stop him from going anywhere. He never ends up going far and they’ve finally managed to make it so that he mostly can’t leave the tower, but that doesn’t mean it’s not stressful enough to give Val spiritual grey hairs every time it happens.

Velvette is the only one searching for Vox this time because the film he’s currently supervising is gonna be a big moneymaker and apparently the useless idiots he has under contract can’t do their damn job right without his constant fucking supervision. So, instead of helping Velvette, he’s stuck sitting next to a prattling Travis trying to hold himself back from wringing the fucker’s feathery neck since Travis is the director and he unfortunately kind of needs him in one piece today.

Then, his phone rings and he holds up a hand right in Travis’s face. He’s at the very least smart enough to take that as the sign to shut up that it is. Before he even answers the phone there’s already a sinking feeling in his stomach. If Vel had found Vox and he was okay, she would have just texted.

He answers the call, holds the phone to his ear and immediately has to jerk it away when the sound of electronic screeching nearly deafens him. “I found Vox, we need you now. We’re in the studio basement, bring the kit,” Velvette shouts over the sound of what Val now realizes must be Vox freaking out in the background.

He stands up abruptly. “I’ll be there in five,” he says before he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket and turns his attention briefly to the useless fucks gaping at him. “Shows over. Keep on task. I’ll be back when I’m back and I’ll fucking know if any of you’ve been slacking,” he snaps before he turns and leaves.

In the hallway, he stops to pick up what he and Vel have begun calling “the kit”– a Vox specific first aid kit that they’d put together shortly after Vox first “woke up”. He knows where to look at this point- doesn’t even have to squint to see it.

Kit in hand, he leaves the main area of the tower and squints down at his phone following the directions that Velvette gave him to where she and Vox are. The tower really feels too fucking big sometimes.

Valentino thinks he can count the number of times he’s stepped foot on this level of the tower on one hand. Why does he even have a creepy basement studio anyways? Whose idea was this? Was it his? If it was, he must’ve been high as balls to think of it, and if it wasn’t, then he should find whoever’s idea it was and shoot the fucker.

It’s dark as shit down here and the light of his phone isn’t doing much. He’s making progress though, he thinks. The gps seems to think he’s going the right way and he’ll trust that over his shitty eyes.

All unrelated thoughts are pushed from his mind when he spies the vague blob in the corner that he knows must be Vox and Velvette. He can’t make out any details but he notices that both figures are covered in an alarming amount of the horribly distinctive blue of Vox’s strange blood. Suddenly, the pungent, chemical scent of coolant is overwhelming.

Valentino breaks into a sprint and quickly closes the remaining distance between them.

Velvette has Vox backed up into a corner, a hand on each of Vox’s wrists, trying both to hold him still and stem the bleeding. Holy shit, that’s a lot of blood. Vox did a fucking number on himself, those gashes are deep. Something silver glints out from the mess of blue and Val suddenly feels nauseous. Vox had never clawed himself to the bone before.

“The hell are you doing just standing there? Fucking help me!” Velvette snaps, screaming to be heard over Vox’s panicked electronic gibberish. Vox is fighting her the best he can considering how weak he must be from blood loss. Velvette is holding her own,, but even in his weakened state, Vox still has over two feet on her heightwise, so she’s struggling.

He hurries over and kneels down so that he’s at eye-level with the struggling, panicking ex-overlord. “Voxxy?” he calls, voice softening into a tone he pretty much only uses with Vox on his worst days.

Vox stops thrashing when he sees him. Velvette releases Vox and moves aside to let him half stumble, half crawl into Valentino’s waiting arms, absolutely covering him in that neon blue blood of his. For some fucking reason, despite being either scared or confused by him on his more lucid days, when Vox is like this – out of his mind, terrified, vulnerable – Valentino is the only person able to calm him down; the only one he seems to trust.

Velvette leans forward to snatch the first aid kit he’d dropped. He tactfully pretends not to notice the way her hands shake when she opens it and pulls out a needle and thread. “Keep him calm and as still as possible. I need to try and fix the bloody mess he made of himself,” she instructs and it’s a testament to how serious the situation is that Val listens to her without complaint. There’s little he hates more than being ordered around.

He adjusts his hold on Vox, so that Velvette can grab Vox’s right arm and then reaches into the kit to grab some gauze, which he immediately wraps around Vox’s left, putting pressure on the wound by wrapping his hand around Vox’s thin – and so fucking fragile – wrist. It’s going to take Vel time to get one arm done, so he should probably try and make sure Vox doesn’t bleed out in the meantime.

They’ll have to call up one of Vox’s on-call repair guys later. Vox doesn’t really heal like normal sinners– doesn’t heal at all, in fact. He has to be repaired, his broken parts replaced. They don’t have the knowledge or equipment necessary to replace the damaged panels on his arms, so the bandaid solution of stitching the torn, synthetic skin back together is all they fucking can do for now.

Vox, for his part, is remarkably still and pliant, screen buried in Valentino’s ruff. He’s shaking like a whore going through withdrawal though and making these awful little staticky whimpering noises that Val is trying hard not to pay too much attention to because they are kind of breaking his heart a little bit. He previously wasn’t even aware he had a heart capable of breaking, but he’s learned so many fun new things about himself since that radio bastard ruined Vox, ruined everything.

“So, you have any idea what set him off this badly?” Val asks, mostly to try and drown out the pitiful sounds Vox continues to make whenever Velvette makes another stitch. He is curious though. Vox can get bad, but usually not to this extent. He’s torn up not just his arms (although they certainly got the worst of it) but his whole torso, with what little remains of his shirt hanging in blood-stained shreds off his frame.

“No clue,” Velvette replies just a little bit too quickly, her shoulders tense, eyes averted. Oh, she’s lying through her fucking teeth. Really, she’s usually better at lying than this. Valentino considers pushing but decides against it– he really does not care right now. She’s lucky that he doesn’t because usually he fucking despises being lied to, especially so poorly.

Instead of replying, he watches Velvette work with morbid fascination. Her stitches aren’t neat exactly– hard to be when Vox is shaking and the synthetic flesh is ripped so jaggedly and uneven– but they’ll do until Vox’s nerds can fix him up properly. The red thread really pops out against the dark blue of Vox’s skin, it’s almost pretty in a really morbid way. He wonders if stitchplay is a thing. This could be pretty sexy in a different context.

Vox’s shaking suddenly transitions into violent full-body spasms and his background staticked noises of pain turn into a glitched out, inhuman screech as he tries to jerk his arm out of Vel’s grasp, causing her to reflexively tighten her grip and yank Vox’s arm back. That only freaks Vox out more and now he’s struggling in earnest, almost to the point Val can’t keep a hold on him.

“Val!” Velvette snaps between curses as she struggles to keep Vox from reopening his brand new stitches. That’s his cue to do something because he’s supposed to fix this some-fucking-how.

With the one hand that’s not occupied with keeping hold of some part of Vox, Valentino grabs the edge of Vox’s screen, forcing him to look up at him. Vox’s face is flickering in and out, pupils darting, mouth twisted in either agony or terror, probably both.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, fingers tracing gently across the glass that makes up the equivalent of Vox’s cheek. He continues to murmur soothing nonsense and pet names to him. He really doubts Vox can understand a thing. It doesn’t seem to matter what he says as long as he’s the one who’s saying it.

There’s a whoosh of air from Vox’s vents before he goes limp in Val’s arms again, head only supported by Val, expression dazed. Valentino carefully guides his face back into his neck ruff, grimacing a bit at the way his fur immediately puffs up due to the static. Aah, the things he endures for this man.

“Don’t stop talking,” Velvette demands and he’s struck by how novel it is for her to ask that of him. Usually, she’s one of the few people who can get away with telling him to shut up and she abuses that privilege liberally. “He freaked out because you shut up. I’d like to get this done without any more meltdowns,” she explains because of course she couldn’t just let him think she enjoyed the sound of his beautiful voice.

“Hmn, what should I talk about?” he muses aloud, fingers idly tracing the back of Vox’s monitor. “Liiike, should I just talk to myself or am I gonna get the privilege of having you as a conversation partner?” he asks teasingly.

That gets him a frigid glare in return and Vel sighs like she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. “It doesn’t fucking matter. Just– I’m really not in the mood right now, Val.”

Okay, well, fuck him for trying to lighten the mood. Talking to himself it is since Velvette’s being such a bitch about the situation and not even in the cool way she normally is.

He settles on bitching about the useless fucks back at the studio, because that is a topic he’s always willing to go on about and it’s not one Velvette’s usually willing to listen to, but he kind of has her hostage now, so fuck her. Valentino allows the annoyed scowl on her face to soothe the bubbling rage in the pit of his stomach as he rants about how Angel Dust has been taking over three fucking minutes to respond to his texts recently.

He’s on his sixth Angel-related story when Velvette finishes stitching and begins winding gauze around Vox’s arm. He hates how the bandages make Vox somehow seem even smaller, more visibly broken. He holds Vox a little tighter.

Velvette brushes some of her hair out of her face and God, she’s a mess. Her hair is all fucked up and she’s absolutely covered in blood– mostly Vox’s but a little bit of her’s from where Vox’s claws nicked her in his struggle.

“Okay, fuck, one down, one to go. Flip him over for me,” she instructs and Val knows what she means but he’s immediately hit with the mental image of flipping Vox over with a spatula like he’s a pancake.

He doesn’t tell Vel about his hilarious thought because he’s apparently not allowed to even try and make this shitty situation even slightly less miserable. He just does what she tells him to, even if the high-pitched noise of alarm Vox makes when he pulls his screen from his chest to reposition him makes him desperately wish there was someone or something around he could maim.

It takes at least another half an hour for Velvette to finish with his left arm and she does so not a moment too soon because somehow, Val was about to run out of people to complain about. He was really scraping the bottom of the barrel there for a sec.

“You’re not gonna let me flake out on the shoot, are you?” Val asks as Velvette puts the thread and gauze back in the kit. The last thing he wants is to go back to the shoot with Vox in his arms, but with the state he’s in, they both know he’s not going to be able to be left alone.

“I can’t make you do shit, but we both know how much is riding on this movie selling well,” she responds and Val can’t help but groan. She’s right. They both know she is and he fucking hates that.

“Ugh, fine, but you can’t bitch at me if I shoot a bitch or two,” he concedes as he stands up, Vox still held securely in his arms. God, Vox is hot as Hell, in a literal sense. It feels like he’s hugging an overheated laptop. The rest of this day is going to suck, but whatever, it’s not like the past several years of his afterlife haven’t also sucked. It’s not like he has much hope left of it - of Vox - getting any better.

#ram au #vox #valentino #voxval #staticmoth #velvette

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badwolfkreations · 3 days

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A little meme of the vees I sketched up. Normally I wouldn’t think Vox would be this stupid , but I think his feud with Alastor makes him a little bit dumb sometimes.

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hey-foreieys · 3 days

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Incorporating the pilot into canon by saying that Velvette was going through a short phase that she has already moved past but if you bring it up she WILL kill you

Which is EXACTLY why Vox keeps that as her contact photo

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette hazbin hotel #velvette

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nunalastor · 15 hours

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I think if someone yelled out "SWEET CAROLINEEE" in front of Velvette, she'd instinctively do the BA BA BA

ba!

#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #velvette

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t0omanyfandoms · 16 hours

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If pentious has 2 dicks how do I write smut for him?

Help me 🙏🙏🙏

I honestly don't know how to write it for him but I really want to

Please help me

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alxstxrhazbin · 2 days

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The Storm ~ Vox x Reader

It was a dark day in hell. Not that day’s in hell weren’t usually dark because of the dark crimson sky—but today, there were dark clouds covering the pentagon in the sky. Meaning one thing. There would be a storm.

Hoping to be lucky enough to run out and get groceries for you and the rest of the Vees before the storm hit, you ran into a small grocery store, got your items, and quickly checked out.

You ran down the streets of Cannibal Town, hoping to take a quick shortcut, but ultimately being cornered by cannibals. Luckily, you were an overlord. Quite a powerful one at that.

After easily taking your cannibal enemies down, you continued your quest to get back to the tower. Unfortunately, the storm you and the rest of hell had been expecting had just begun.

Hellborns, Hellhounds, Fallen Angels, and some sinners were immune to the acid rain that fell during the rare occurrences when a storm happened. Unfortunately, you were not one of them.

You could feel the acid raindrops burning your skin.

You ran and ran, until you were met with the three bright V’s of the Vees building. You quickly opened the door and bolted inside.

In the lobby, you were met with the overworked receptionist, Linda, and many Voxtech workers. They all looked up at you with shocked and relieved expressions.

“Miss, Y/N!” A sinner with rosy-red skin, violet hair, and big black glasses shouted from across the room. She took the groceries out of your hands, grabbed your arm, and yanked you into an elevator.

The two of you quickly made it to the eleventh floor. In the room before you sat a worried looking Valentino, with his face buried in his hands, and a pacing Velvette, who looked just as worried. They were startled by your footsteps.

“Bloody hell! What the hell took you so long?” She yelled, grabbing your shoulders and aggressively shaking you. Valentino looked up at the both of you and said “Your Voxy is searching through all of the security cameras in the city,” Valentino paused just as Vox appeared via a security camera. “Speak of the devil.” Both Val and Vel muttered unanimously.

“Where were you!?” Vox raised his voice. You tell he had been worried about you.

“I…” You paused. “I was out shopping. I’m sorry.” You spoke guiltily.

Vox didn’t respond but, instead slowly hugged you. Soon, both Velvette and Val joined the group hug.

“You must be tired. Let’s go upstairs, babe.” Vox said slowly and softly.

“Oooh taking it upstairs Voxy?” Val mocked him.

“Shut up Val!” You, Velvette and Vox said together in sync.