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Lilith vs. Imposter Lilith theory explained + personal thoughts/ideas

For a while now I have been talking a lot about a Hazbin Hotel theory going over the idea that someone is pretending to be Lilith in order to achieve a grand plan. This literature will go over everything I personally think about the theory from what is going on, ideas that such a theory could lead to if it becomes true/true to any degree, and why it would be good for the story of Hazbin Hotel. This will contain spoilers from all over season 1 of Hazbin Hotel so heads up if you haven’t seen it yet. Also long post warning.

The theory started when people pointed out that the image of Lilith on the Lilith Hazbin Hotel trading card looked a lot like the silhouette of Eve from Charlie’s story from the episode “Overture”. Then later in episodes like “Dad Beat Dad” Lilith’s face were hidden in Charlie’s flashback when at this point we already knew what she looked like, adding more to the idea of someone pretending to be her. There also could be another example of this in “The Show Must Go On” but more on that later.

The 2 popular suspects that people have for the Imposter are Eve, Adam’s first wife, and Roo, and old character of Vivzie’s that is confirmed to be appearing much later in the series. For Eve its believed that she is doing this because she wants revenge for all the people that she blames have caused her nothing from misery throughout her entire existence from Lucifer giving her the apple, Adam for being himself, and Heaven for blaming her for releasing evil. Roo is a character believed to be the embodiment of evil (Roo standing for Root of all evil) and/or a kind of cosmic/natural being who wishes to destroy all of existence as it’s the ultimate evil, and thus a way to fulfill her purpose in existence. Whoever it turns out to be, they realized that at one point disguising themselves as Lilith could aid in their plans, likely one way was that this allowed them to obtain knowledge on Hell, Earth, and maybe Heaven if Lucifer and Lilith ever had peace negotiations with Heaven.

Eventually Lilith realized someone was pretending to be her, and the numbers of times such a thing has happen increased over the centuries (maybe even millennia) so Lilith has set out on a mission to stop the imposter from using her name, eventually realizing that if she doesn’t stop the Imposter it could doom everyone, especially her loved ones.

I have an idea for a twist where it could be revealed that Lilith actually invited said Imposter in on a plan of hers to rise against Heaven but after she realized the Imposter had even more deadly plans, Lilith realized she had to stop her.

During her quest Lilith made the ultimate sacrifice and sadly ended her happy marriage and family by divorcing Lucifer as to her this was the best way to protect him, Hell, and more importantly Charlie. I’d also be okay with the idea that Lucifer eventually realized what Lilith was doing, even hoping that one day they could get back together (this could be another reason why he still has his wedding ring) but is still depressed that he can’t be with his wife or aid her, as this would cause the Imposter to realize that Lilith and Lucifer are on to it. The worse thing of all though to Lucifer, is that he has to keep lying to Charlie about what is going on, a “great” way to cause drama between him and Charlie if the writers want to.

Now recently someone brought up the idea that Lucifer knew that Lilith is in Heaven, probably being one of those contacts he said he had up there, hence why he didn’t want Charlie to go up there for a meeting as he didn’t want to risk Charlie seeing her mother and make Lilith’s quest even worse and make Charlie emotionally devastated somehow. Luckily it looked like Lilith changed her mind but more on that later.

This went on until something happened 7 years ago before the events of the pilot and season 1. I’m guessing Lilith and the Imposter had a fight which ended in a draw and both sides going into hiding to recover and think of their next step. While Lilith said goodbye to Charlie one more time, I personally think the Imposter used its time to trick Alastor into serving it, making Alastor think it was serving the real Lilith. The Imposter told Alastor to lay low until the Imposter called for his services, which it eventually did as I think the Imposter sent him to spy on Charlie in hopes of using her and to keep any tabs on Lucifer and the real Lilith if it showed up. A feat like this would definitely show how dangerous the Imposter is if it can trick Alastor of all people.

This brings us to the season 1 finale where we see A Lilith on a beach in Heaven, where Lute brings up a deal and how she demands the Lilith take care of Charlie if she wants to stay in Heaven.

Now while I am slowly starting to believe that the woman there could be the real Lilith, I’m still considering the possibility for it being the Imposter. You can blame the sunglasses covering the eyes as not only do I think it’s similar to what was happening with her face in “Dad Beat Dad”, there have been A LOT of times in fiction where simple sunglasses were used to cover up big reveals.

I’m also a bit confused about if the deal Lute mentions was with her or Adam. I could see a scenario where a Lilith/Imposter used a disguise to make a deal with Adam about getting a place to crash in Heaven who he stupidly accepted, and Lute eventually realized what really happened but couldn’t do anything about it. I personally think it was with Lute though, as I could have seen Lute making a deal with the person where in exchange for letting them hide out there, Lute would gain the power/means to become Adam’s 2nd in command or to kill more demons/sinners.

If it is the Imposter, then she has convinced everyone that she is the real Lilith and is buying her time so she can find the info needed to destroy Heaven. She could also have had another goal of weakening the Exorcist army while there, likely setting up some events that eventually resulted in Adam dying. I could see a scenario where she has tricked Lute into think she is betraying Hell but when Lute realizes what she is really up to it will be too late. There is another idea but more on that later.

If it is the real Lilith, then I see her hiding out in Heaven because along with it be the last place anyone would look for her, it’s the only place the Imposter can’t go naturally, great if the Imposter is Roo. Maybe Lilith didn’t have a choice and was really desperate. Now I have an old work that went over the idea that the higher ups of Heaven knew a threat is coming and Adam was in no way capable of dealing with it, and they had a plan of getting someone better to replace him and lead the army, and I could see Lilith coming to the same conclusion and thus secretly tried to get rid of Adam. Maybe as a surprise she first tried to get rid of him without killing him and told Lucifer to set up Charlie’s appointment as along with how she actually wants to help her daughter maybe because she feels guilty of not being there as much as she wants to be, she hoped Charlie’s idea could make Heaven finally see how incompetent Adam was and get rid of him.

Now that Lute is demanding that Lilith take care of Charlie, Lilith will definitely have a bigger role in season 2, where I think both the real Lilith and the Imposter will try and use her for their own gain, making Lilith a bit of an antagonist but NOT a villain…hopefully.

There is also the chance that the real Lilith might not have a choice in stopping Charlie’s redemption dream as thinking back to the deal with Adam/Lute, we still don’t know what it really was, as maybe it was just Lilith owing one of them a favor? We also just don’t know much about how magical deals in this world actually work, like what happens when a deal is broken? Could it be like in the Percy Jackson spinoff series “Trials of Apollo” where if such a thing is broken, there are terrible/deadly consequences for the person that broke it and those around them?

One reason why I like this theory is that it could lead to some drama as maybe another reason why Lilith doesn’t want to use Charlie is cause she doesn’t want her to get involved or hurt,

But inevitably has to for what she thinks could be the greater good of everyone.

Maybe Lilith has become so obsessed with stopping the threat and save everyone, that she has trouble realizing how much she has been hurting others.

This theory also could lead to some episodes/storylines for the other characters in season 2. One is related to an idea I had about Charlie and Vaggie, as maybe after Vaggie keeps trying to convince Charlie that her mom/”mom” is up to no good, they get into their first proper fight in the season (I don’t count the events in “Hello Rosie” as a fight) which leads to some proper tension between them. Another is an episode where Lute tries to get justice for Adam’s death and execute Niffty as punishment but Heaven tells her that there isn’t a case or finds Charlie, Niffty and the others not guilty. This causes Lute to go insane and vows to destroy Hell and the “traitors” in Heaven, which the Imposter could take advantage of and recruit her as an ally.

Then by the end of the season Charlie and the others figure out what is going on and Charlie convinces her mother that she doesn’t have to do all of this, at least not by herself, and her words turn Lilith into an ally.

One of the aftermaths of such a theory related to the ending of season 2 is that the Imposter gains an advantage but luckily for everyone else her Lilith disguise got magically damaged thus the Imposter is no longer able to use it properly anymore, ending that part of Lilith’s quest.

Another possible result from all of this is that Lucifer and Lilith get back together. Imagine a fun wedding episode where Charlie helps plan her parent’s wedding! That would be awesome and beautiful because honestly this version of Lucifer and Lilith should be together and be happy.

That should be everything I have about the current situation surrounding this theory. In the end I just don’t want Lilith to be a villain, maybe antagonistic at times, but not a pure villain like Adam was as that sounds a bit cliché especially when compared to the pros of having Eve or Roo being seasonal/main villains. I also just want Charlie to have a good relationship with BOTH parents in the end, along with Lucifer and Lilith getting remarried as it was a bummer discovering that they were divorced and hopefully I’m not alone when it comes to these thoughts.

Do you believe that this theory could be true, even if it’s just to a degree? Do you also hope that Lilith won’t be a villain and should have a good relationship with Charlie and Lucifer at the end?

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weepingpansexual · 3 months

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Why Charlie is NOT a Good Friend to Vaggie: Hazbin Hotel Rant And Analysis

Hey y’all! So....y’all remember when I made my “Why Stolas is NOT a good dad” post? Well, it’s finally time to do the same thing again, this time analyzing the relationship between Charlie and Vaggie, and sharing why I think Charlie is not a good friend. FRIEND, because they were canonically written as friends in the pilot until Viv changed it last minute. Also, Charlie was originally intended to have a DIFFERENT love interest, until Viv changed it, yes she confirmed that. Before I start, I want to say that I have NOTHING against people who ship these two. I still ship them myself, I believe their relationship has a chance to grow and be better, so the reason I am making this post is NOT to jab at people who ship them and tell them not to, I’m just expressing my personal opinion, and why I have an issue with them. Remember, don’t let my opinions ruin your love for the show. Thank you. With that out of the way, let’s get started!

So when it came to Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship in Hazbin Hotel, I of course used to like it. When the trailer came out, their dynamic seemed cute, with Charlie being an innocent pure bubbly gal, and Vaggie, while being more aware and emotional, cared about her deeply. I used to also look at Viv’s old art of them, so they seemed like a cute couple. However, all that changed when the pilot came out.

Before we get to the actual pilot though, just WHO are these characters? And yes, I know if you’re reading this you must OBVIOUSLY know, but it’s part of the analysis. So, who is Charlie? Charlie is the daughter of Lucifer, king of Hell. She is the princess who was born in hell, a gal who is the opposite of her father. She is kind hearted, optimistic, and with her bubbly attitude, she believes that all demons have good inside of them, no matter how bad they are. After witnessing countless massacres of her people being killed every year of a traditional extermination hell has, she decides to open up “The Happy Hotel”, a rehabilitation center that will hopefully redeem damned souls into getting into heaven. Sadly, no one takes her seriously. Her father sees her as a failure, and the citizens of hell think her dream is far fetched, impossible, and downright hilarious. There is NO one on Charlie’s side, no one to support or help her make this dream come true, that is...expect for a sinner named Vaggie.

Vaggie is described to be Charlie’s best friend in the 2018 character description reveal Viv made on Twitter. While she’s a “control freak” and someone with a fiery temper, she cares for Charlie, and helps her try to make this hotel project come true. Viv has said that Vaggie is more “human” than the other characters, and it makes sense. She’s the more reasonable one, a person who is the VOICE of reason, and responsible. Now, I WAS going to talk about each clip Vaggie was in to analyze what I thought at the time, but that would make this post unnecessarily long. Instead, I’ll go over it AS I discuss their scenes in the pilot, so let’s get to it!

So the first time Charlie and Vaggie interact is during the News segment, where Charlie is getting ready to pitch her idea to the citizens of hell.

While Charlie is excited, determined, and hopeful, Vaggie is the opposite. Sure, she should be happy, but she’s more serious and concerned with how things will play out, ESPECIALLY with how Charlie is. The two have obviously known each other for a long time, with Vaggie even saying she’ll help her out when she makes her speech. Charlie is instead, annoyed rather, not really wanting to stick to their supposed plan and spice things up a bit with a song. It is understandable that Charlie would want to do something like this, of course it fits her personality and her character flaws, but this particular scene is our introduction to how Charlie doesn’t necessarily LISTEN to Vaggie. While we see that the two clearly care for one another, Charlie is clearly more interested in doing things her way, even after she said she wouldn’t sing when Vaggie begged her not to and to just go over their script. Now the immediate thing I want to say is no, I’m not saying Charlie should listen to Vaggie 24/7. Charlie is obviously her OWN person and can do whatever she wants, but we all know how air-headed and blind she is, she’s not necessarily SMART like Vaggie is. If she was, she would have did what her and Vaggie went over instead of going off script, wether wanting to spice things up or not. Speaking of that, we all knew this was coming, Charlie ends up singing indeed, with Vaggie facepalming all the way through. You can tell that stuff like this has happened before, it’s why Vaggie is somewhat controlling because Charlie doesn’t always make the best decisions. There’s nothing I can say that anyone else hasn’t already said here. Charlie should have just listened to Vaggie, and by not doing so, she made herself look like a fool on front of all of Hell, so moving on.

Before we get to the limo scene, I want to say what happened after the crowd laughed at Charlie. I already made a post about this, but basically I disliked how Charlie didn’t even MENTION how Vaggie was helping her. She’s quick to brag about Angel, a famous porn star who doesn’t even believe in her cause nor give a shit about her, but not the person she’s known for so long, has her back 24/7, helps her out, and genuinely cares about her??? And if she didn’t want to mention Vaggie directly, fine, but at least say “I have someone amazing helping me” or “there’s already a person who believes in me” SOMETHING like that to at least show that she freaking APPRECIATES her. I don’t care if it had to do with Angel as a patron or had to do with clients at the hotel, all I wish she would have done was acknowledge Vaggie’s existence. But no, much like Viv herself, she doesn’t acknowledge Vaggie.

With that said, let’s get to the limo scene.

Of course, this scene is just infuriating to watch for me because not ONCE does Charlie stick up for Vaggie, or even HERSELF for that matter. After they pick up Angel, Vaggie gets on his case about what he did, and Angel clearly doesn’t care, laughing and joking about all of this, and jabbing at them both and the project. Since Charlie is uwu sad from the fiasco at the news station, she sulks like a child the entire time while this ugly candy cane constantly insults and ridicules her friend. Now before people come at me, yes, I KNOW Vaggie is a full grown adult and isn’t some damsel in distress, she’s perfectly capable of standing up for herself. However, it just bothers me that Charlie doesn’t do or say shit, Angel even flat out calls her a bitch and Charlie just sits there, hell, there’s literally a shot of Charlie SMILING for some reason while Vaggie is pissed. These two are supposed to be FRIENDS, yet not only does Charlie just sit there and take the bullshit Angel gives her, but she doesn’t even correct or discipline Angel for his shitty actions towards her partner. Once again, it’s so funny that Viv tries to showcase how Charlie “knows she’s in hell” and can take care of herself, yet here she just lets Angel ridicule her and Vaggie, someone who THEIR housing with THIER money. Charlie only gets one line to react to this whole thing, which is “That was really uncool you know Angel”- and that’s it. No “you’re not going to talk to us that way”, no “you’re going to timeout”, no “don’t speak to vaggie that way” none of that. I mention the whole “time out” thing because Viv has stated that that’s how she would discipline misbehaved demons, yet here she doesn’t do anything for Angel. She’s just proving to him that he can do whatever the hell he wants with no consequences, and that he can continue to fuck with Vaggie without her saying anything. Some friend she is.

So, I want to mention one more thing before we get to the clusterfuck that is Alastor, but I think some people might see this and say “Well maybe Charlie was too vulnerable in this scene to do anything”- and to that I say, yeah, she was in the beginning, but literally after Angel asks for the liquor, she’s sitting up and listening instead of curling up in a ball and pouting like she was in the beginning of the scene. Even her lame line she said about Angel shows that she was capable of putting her foot down, yet since she’s too childish, she didn’t. I also understand that you could say she probably didn’t want to jab at Angel because she’s trying to be kind to all demons to help them better, but telling Angel to knock it off isn’t that hard. It’s so funny because this scene kinda showcases how Vaggie is more of the one who’s actually putting in the work for this hotel and cares, while Charlie just sits back and acts dimwitted. She’s the one in charge of this whole thing, it should have been HER talking to Angel, not Vaggie.

So finally, let’s get to when ALASTOR arrives. Whoo boy.

Once Alastor enters the picture, everyone kinda just ignores Vaggie. She’s pushed to the side, and when she TRIES to speak and voice her concerns, nobody listens to her. Let’s start at the beginning though. When Al knocks on the door, Vaggie says to not let Alastor in because they both know he’s dangerous (even though Charlie’s more powerful than him so I don’t know why she’s so afraid) but she doesn’t listen and let’s him in. I obviously don’t have a problem with that, what I DO have a problem with is Alastor constantly harassing Vaggie RIGHT IN FRONT of Charlie, while she just stares there blankly. Throughout the rest of the pilot, Alastor is constantly pushing Vaggie to the side, shoving her away, or even outright assaulting her, and the ENTIRE time, Charlie is either blind and doesn’t notice, or is watching this unfold with her OWN eyes and doesn’t do shit. She’s either too distracted by Al, or blatantly watches this asshat push her friend around, just letting it happen. Oh I’m sorry, not just Alastor, but ANGEL as well. If the limo scene wasn’t enough, once Al brings the bar in for Husk, Vaggie protests but Angel literally TACKLES HER TO THE DAMN GROUND, putting his hands on her and telling her to shut up RIGHT IN FRONT OF CHARLIE. And what does Charlie do? Nothing. It’s not even Angel’s fucking CALL to have a bar in a hotel, he’s not the one in charge, Charlie is, and yet she just goes with it and doesn’t say shit to him about pushing vaggie to the side. It’s fucking ridiculous how all of this shit is happening right in front of her face, yet she doesn’t do or say anything.

So of course, let’s talk about the scene where Vaggie pulls Charlie to the side and talks to her. Charlie does bring up a valid reason to let him help because if she didn’t it would be going against what she believes in, but she says she can take care of herself when.....well she’s literally done nothing BUT prove to everyone that they can walk all over her but whatever. The part that’s important is that Charlie for fucking ONCE actually listens to Vaggie and doesn’t make a deal with Al. I’m actually AMAZED, but still....that doesn’t let Charlie off the hook at all. Not only does she not do shit when the other characters push her friend around and treat her like garbage, but once Al wins her over, she’s so blind to notice how WORRIED and upset Vaggie is. Vaggie throughout Alastor’s song is constantly trying to get to Charlie but Al purposely pulls her away, and you feel so fucking bad for her because Charlie doesn’t even NOTICE.

It’s disgusting how much of a PUNCHING bag character Vaggie is, just like Moxxie from Helluva Boss. It also hurts that even BEFORE Al came, Charlie never listened to Vaggie anyway, but now that this big powerful helping demon has entered the picture, she sure as hell won’t now. I SWEAR, Charlie is one of those characters where if you were Vaggie and said Alastor did something out of pocket, she would just go “Oh just go with it” or “oh it’s not THAT bad”. And here’s the thing. To wrap this all up, I KNOW that Charlie is naive, I KNOW that she can make her own decisions when you get to it without Vaggie, but the reason why I truly think she’s a bad friend is just that she simply doesn’t support Vaggie in the same way Vaggie supports HER. Vaggie will always be by Charlie’s side, but Charlie is just too blind and stupid to care about what Vaggie says, or even take into CONSIDERATION what she says. She didn’t listen to her about the singing, she didn’t stick by her side when Angel ridiculed her, and she didn’t do anything when Al pushed her around. She may be caring, but she doesn’t support her, stand by her side, stick up for her, or do ANYTHING to help her the way vaggie helps her. From Charlie’s perspective, I GUESS you could say she’s just so happy that Al is making her dream a reality, but I’m sorry, I just feel so bad for Vaggie. I really hope since in the show they’ll be actually written as GIRLFRIENDS this time, Charlie’s shitty flaws will change, and she’ll learn to respect Vaggie, as well as Viv getting off of her idiotic “punching bag fetish” she has with certain characters, because VAGGIE..👏....DESERVES...👏.....BETTER. 👏

So I hope y’all enjoyed this post, I want to apologize because this specific post is certainly more ranty and short than the Stolas one, but hopefully you got something out of it. With that said, what are YOUR thoughts on Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship? Do you think they should be girlfriends? Do you think they should just be friends? Do you think Vaggie deserves better, or Charlie? Let me know if you want!

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weaselbeaselpants · 4 years

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All you need to know about my sucky rewrite

Since the actual show’s getting greenlit here’s my sooperoriginal ideas of my reboot/rewrite/reimagine thing called “Happy hotELL”

The cast of “Happy hoteLL” are renamed versions of the Hazbin cast:

Charly, Vee (she’s nick-named “Vaggy” by Engel) Engel, Niftie, Hux, Alastair, Lord Satan and Lilian, Flim-Flam and JibJab, Karen Killjoy, Sir Pantsless.

The main villains would be human!archangels based on Estus Pirkle and Kirk Cameron.

The main demons under Charly all embody a deadly sin in how they ended up in hell: Engel = Wrath (hated himself and other people), Niftie = Envy (tormented people at school in order to impress a boy), Hux = Lust (stalked/objectified various women in his life), Vee = Pride (too proud to admit she made bad choices), and Alastar = Gluttony (for reasons already discussed here).

Setting

The “afterworld”, the setting our characters inhabit, is separated into three sections: HEAVEN which is where the Archangels rule and were “good” souls go; HELL, which is the main setting of the show and where the archangels swoop down to purge of all the “bad” souls that end up there; and LIMBO, a primordial pocket-dimension with no direct portal to through the other two worlds. Limbo turns out to be the place the archangels, the true rulers of Heaven, are hiding. The mortal or ‘human’ world is between Heaven and Hell and is accessed by similar means to how it is in Helluva Boss.

Angels and demons which were never human are referred to as ARCHANGELS/OVERLORDS and CHERUBS/IMPS. Ascended/damned souls are those of people who’ve ended up in either Heaven or Hell.

Heaven and Hell both have class systems. Imps and Overlords and Cherubs and Archangels are SUPPOSED to rule over all the human souls in their care. But Heaven’s archangels have gone missing - abandoned their posts for the peaceful content of limbo - leaving human angels to rise up and over time dictate how Heaven is to be run and who gets redeemed....this is as bad as you think it is, as the human!archangels care only for their “purity” over everyone else and keep people who should be allowed into heaven out just for not being to their standards - like Vee. The Overlords of Hell are unaware of this and have been unknowingly doing the human!angels’ business for hundreds of years.

>The implication that this system for disposing of evil souls has failed is made well before the second season twist because damned human souls (Alastair) have become overlords and exist in Hell without being purged as an open secret, even to Charly’s parents. The only reason the true Overlords oppose any of the human!Overlords’ reign is because it disrupts their order in Hell, not out of any sense of justice.

There is NO monotheistic deity in this world; angels and demons used to live in “pantheons”, aka tribes, across the earth where they created life and the ecosystems there as well - thusly, they became gods to the people of these regions too. Satan and Lilian are from what would come to be the Abrahamic angels. In time, other mythologies’ underworld counterparts - and even some benevolent gods - would have the power diminish on earth and they’d have to live in Hell if they didn’t want to be wiped out by the crusades the Archangel’s influence over humans. Understandably, a lot of non-Abrahamic angels and demons are NOT fond of this appropriation/erasure of their culture and want their own realm’s back, even trying to run their own redemption operation/afterlife control in secret or in limbo. (Imagine Charly meeting a Vivziepoped versions of Hades and Persephone or Oxhead and Horseface telling her to fuck off and her just being like “I KNEW someone had the same idea! I JUST KNEW IT! <3<3<3″)

ALL mortal souls are supposed to be sent to hell but a great many of them are KEPT from heaven because of the human!archangels.

A demon is redeemed by either setting right a wrong they did in life or sacrificing their happiness for another. This is what happens to Vee at the end of the first season, which leaves Charly without a manager through season 2.

Satan’s backstory is a parody of Paradise Lost as he was the most beautiful angel in his pantheon before the others kicked him out. In revenge he took Lilian, their “first woman”, for his wife and rallied up an army which apparently ended with one mass-extinction event on earth.

There’s a section of Hell where demons who represent different vices/drugs live. It’s referred as “Viceland” and is treated like a kitty theme park.

Demons (overlord, imp, or damned-souls) can all be summoned by mortals who know their way with unholy magic. They’re summoned at really inconvenient times and for really worthless deeds and this would be a great source of comedy for the show and an excuse to get characters to the mortal realm.

Story

The first episode/pilot/episodes/minimovie/whatever would be basically the same as the pilot but with a few tweaks:

It shows a person dying, going to Hell, becoming a demon, and being purged (which the audience not quite knowing what just happened to him) with Engel happily takes the dead demon’s things once the dust clears. Then Charly and Vee’s limo pulls up to him and ask him if he’s interested in a “new gig”. Que title and credits.

Charly initially opens the hotel with the promise that it will be a place for vice and booze but lets it slip that it’s a front for rehabilitation. Once Engel’s story is picked up on by the network, Vee and Charly’s assistants (Flimflam and JibJab) attack Karen and destroy the news station.

It’s Engel - not Vee - who recognizes Alastair as the threat that he is - later it’s revealed that Engel was present during Alastair’s initial takeover and that his radio frequencies damaged Engel’s eye. Vee doesn’t believe him until she sees Alastair’s absorbtion powers, which is when she allows him to stay employed by the hotel to help take Alastair down.

Alastair stresses the need for Charly to keep him working with her a secret, ESPECIALLY from her parents. He’s technically a criminal in hell and he convinces Charly that her parents will be impressed with her bad deed once the jig is up.

The rest of Season 1 would probably be Alastair setting up the hotel while the main cast of demons become more aquainted with each other and the different levels of Hell.The end of season 1 would feature Alastair double-crossing Charly and consuming the hotel in his likeness while it’s hosting a demon’s ball - in the hopes of getting enough souls to reignite his takeover. Vee, Engel, and Charly manage to escape the hotel and Charly overpowers and defeats Al by destroying his microphone - thus releasing all the souls he’s trapped, and then destroys his physical form.

Season 2 would start with a face reveal of Satan, Charly’s father, as he forces her to eat Alastair’s heart which will put him under her control. She does, but Alastair’s conscience manifests inside Charly’s head and mocks her ideas throughout the season. Also in the opening Vee would become and angel and ascends for Heaven, leaving Charly to manage the now very popular hotel alone until Engel rises up to become her #2.

Season 2 would be more explorative, with more stuff featuring the demon’s lives as humans, Charly’s role in Hell, and even Vee in Heaven. We’d learn more about the way Hell, Heaven and Limbo work as Charly manages to redeem a couple more damned souls. At the end of the season, the demons discover a dead cherub with a message from Vee begging Charly for help. Charly first attempts to pass through the hidden realm of Limbo to get to Heaven, but Hux runs off with their means to get there, so instead she vomits up Alastair, the only other demon who knows how to get to heaven, and he assists them on the condition that he be granted amnesty once they return to Hell. In the end, Charly and co. discover Heaven’s corrupted state and realize the Archangels are missing, Vee looses her wings but ascends into a fallenangel, and they all escape the bloodthirsty angels due to Lilian’s interference.

The Overlords of Hell prepare for a new war with Heaven and Charly’s parents send her to the mortal realm for her protection. In the mortal realm, Charly and the demons disguise themselves and their base of operation as a bed and breakfast. Charly has trouble reeling in the overexcited demons who are out of place in this new time while also keeping Alastair, who has stashed away with her, from trapping souls.

Halfway through season 3 Engel and the other motel staff find out Alastair’s human identity, which he was desperate to hide, and bring his now elderly human daughter to him. This causes Alastair to freak out and consume the bed and breakfast. Once Charly brings him to, his physical takes on that of a baby deer but his psyche and abilities are completely nulled.

While this is going on Vee, Hux, and Charly’s parents have their own adventures in Limbo where they meet the Archangels who have no idea how corrupt Heaven has gotten in their absence. It’s only through Hux and Vee that the main group is finally all reuninted in Hell where the finale takes place :

Engel and Niftie ascend into fallenangels and alongside Vee lead a brigade against the angels who now want to wipe out all the demons; Charly guilt trips her parents and the Archangels into taking action and combining their power to dismantle the angel’s weapons; Alastair comes back and personally takes out the main human!archangel and himself by throwing them into the center of Hell; big stupid happy lesbian ending fartjoke.

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Characters

Charly’s relationship dynamic to her parents is flipped: her father, Satan (he doesn’t like being called Lucifer) LOVES her. He shares a lot of her personality and at worst doesn’t take Charly seriously or cares about her ambitions. Lilian, Charly’s mother resents her daughter. Lilian was hoping her daughter would bring forth the apocalypse but Charly doesn’t want to do that. It’s implied Charly’s optimism and need to help people comes from her father’s days as an Archangel, and her mother especially hates the angels for casting her out, which leads to her resenting Charly.

This doesn’t stop Satan from being genuinely impressed with his daughter’s achievements and for Lilian to be be the panicked-parent when she learns that Charly has broken into Heaven at the end of season 2.

The Royal Family is not actively malicious. They’re more like privileged jailers on the top of the Hell-foodchain. The most evil things about them are their apathy towards human atrocities (and their subjects pain, of course), their occasional bouts of sadism, and their genuine glee at the thought of destruction - namely the apocalypse, which Satan and Lilian speak fondly about like a married couple would their retirement plans.

After Charly shows her true form while taking out Alastair, the other Overlords and Imps (i.g. Karen and 666 News) start heaping praise on her out of fear that she’ll retaliate for all the mockery they made of her when she unveiled her plan. Charly is uncomfortable with this.

Engel is BAD at his pornstar/sexworker career. He tries to sell himself as a sass-master incubus but can’t achieve this status in the demon hierarchy because of his short fuse and violent nature.

Engel thinks he’s in hell because he’s gay and likes crossdressing. In reality it’s because he was a member of a crime family and a murderous gangster, named Anatole Slinkoff. The first people he killed were his father and brother as he was assisting a young-up-and-coming rival who would eventually become his boss.

Speaking of that boss, Anatole fell in love with him. On Anatole’s birthday he and the boss got drunk and he ended up confessing his feelings. The boss invited a sobered up Anatole back to his flat the following week and seemed to return his affections with a kiss...which was then followed by a fatal stabbing. Engel never got over the heartbreak/betrayal.

Engel starts off as a toxic enabling jackass who lives in denial and uses sex and drugs to cope with how unhappy he is with himself. In season 2 he becomes Charly’s #2 and builds a strong friendship with her. Also in season 2 Engel meets his father, brother, and mother who are also in hell for their crimes. His father and bro amazingly forgive him for killing them while Engel’s mother - a god-fearing woman who would beat Engel if she found him wears makeup or playing with dolls as a child - asks him for forgiveness, saying she’s the reason her family and he specifically ended up where he did. After Engel patches things up with them he tries to locate the souls of the people he killed and in the process finds out his old boss went to Heaven. At first Engel sets out to kill his boss and get revenge, but upon actually finding him living in fear in Limbo, he can’t bring himself to do so and instead chooses to just not forgive him.

Engel ascends/becomes a fallenangel in the final season when he meets an imp with a similar taste of humor and style. Rather than rush into a relationship as he’s done with every person he’s got with since he ended up in hell, Engel tells his new lover he wants to wait until he’s stable for a relationship, which triggers his transformation.

Molly doesn’t exist. Molly is instead the name of Engel’s feminine alterego and later the name Engel takes up as a fallenangel.

Vee, like Engel, also thinks she’s in hell for all the wrong reasons: She ran away from her controlling parents, thinking she could live on her own just fine. She could not. Instead she wound up turning to a life of crime and prostitution to support herself after a plethora of bad decisions and heartbreaks. When her parents sent word out all over the country, begging her to come back and that they were wrong, but she still refused. In the end one of her clients ended up strangling her. Her soul SHOULD have been one that went to Heaven but was barred off by the human!archangels for being a “thug”. Vee tried to get herself purged after her first few months in Hell, convinced that she deserved it, but Charly saved her and the blast instead only took out one of her eyes. Vee and her story are Charly’s main inspiration to open up the hotel.

Vee and Charly obviously have a romantic relationship from the start but Vee doesn’t see their love as anything serious. When Vee becomes an angel at the end of season 1/beginning of season 2, she rather cruelly leaves Charly without a second thought and discards their relationship is ‘passing sin’. It isn’t until she spends more time in Heaven, seeing the other angels’ being restricted (including her parents, who admit to actually being miserable in Heaven) and finding her rejection notice from the human!archangels that Vee realizes she does love Charly and that her redemption was always HER doing, not someone else’s.

Vee makes the unwise decision to confront the Archangels (whom she doesn’t know are actually human souls) about this treatment. They respond by locking Vee away and performing a “purification” on her which is like electroshock therapy. This sedates Vee into a mindless drone, much to the horror of the cherubs, angels, and eventually Charly and the gang.

Vee, in her purified state, doesn’t want to leave Heaven and go back to Hell. Charly, realizing the woman she loves is gone, tearfully tells her she won’t ask Vee to be anything she doesn’t want to be and that she loves her. This confession breaks through to the real Vee. Their happy reunion is cut short however by the human!archangels who rip off Vee’s wings, causing her and Charly to fall. It’s here though that Vee again ascends, this time into a fallenangel, and grows her own pair of wings and an angels’ weapon which she uses to kill Perkins, the head archangel and save the rest of the cast.

Throughout season 3, Vee and Charly’s parents turn the Happy Hotel into a refuge for human souls and imps while the angels and demons prepare for new spiritual warfare. Vee also tracks down Hux and multiple other “lost souls” in Limbo in her search for the Archangels.

Vee commands Hell’s army alongside Molly and Niftie in the show’s final climax and she gets a happy ending running a shanty motel in Limbo alongside Charly.

In life, Niftie was a teenager who tried to grow up too fast and gave up her hobbies and interests to impress her childhood friend (whom she was in love with). By following the lead of a more popular classmate, Niftie became a bully who ruled her school’s social status. Then she learned that her “teacher” had been in love with the same guy and he was returning her feelings - which drove Niftie into a rage and she tried killing the both of them on their senior prom night. She tried running them over with her car, putting the girl in the hospital, paralyzing the boy forever, and ruining her reputation at school (for saying she couldn’t drive when she did; not for the attempted murder). The boy she loved hated her, and the rest of the school bullied her until she gave in and took her own life in the bathroom.

The other demons are especially sympathetic towards Nifty. Charly finds it horrible that she end up in hell at such a young age. Hux is very protective of her. However, Niftie is more self-aware than she appears; she acts more childish than she actually is because she wishes she was still a kid, but does NOT like being treated like a literal child - especially by Charly and Engel. She only warms up to Charly when Hux abandons her and she’s forced to be an authority figure under Engel while the group stages things out in the mortal realm.

In the mortal realm, Niftie ends up coming across her old hishschool friend, now an old woman in a wheelchair, who believes it’s her fault everything ended the way it did. Niftie tells the lady not to feel guilty and instead apologizes to her - which ignites Niftie’s ascension into a fallenangel.

Hux was a moderately successful show magician. Heartbroken by being unable to woo a woman he loved with his success, he turned to drinking and took up relationships with women who worked under him - all of these relationships were toxic and Hux would break their hearts and ruin their lives. When Hux arrived in Hell it was during a purge. He found his original sweetheart there but she, not him, was purged, cementing Hux’s views of redemption and justice...that there is NONE.

Hux is mostly apathetic and disbelieves along with everyone else in Charly’s plan UNTIL he finds out that one of the women he hurt escaped into Limbo. When the main cast tried to use their one passage to Limbo to get to Heaven in season 2, Hux takes the pass for himself.

In Season 3, Vee finds Hux enjoying his time in Limbo and calls him out for his selfishness. Hux introduces her to all the women he wronged, who DON’T forgive him, and also his new business in Limbo selling drinks that make people recall their past lives.

Together with Vee, Hux thinks up a plan to have the overcrowded souls of Hell and Heaven wait out the war in Limbo while simultaneously kicking out the Archangels so that they won’t notice the influx of souls in their realm.

Sir Pantsless is the show’s biggest buttmonkey and is constantly abused. He’s a tiny demon trying to ride off other Overlord’s success and who’s design is a wimpy, trying-to-hard version of Charly’s dad. In life, Sir Pantsless was a Victorian-era businessman who lived a long, happy life of abusing child-workers in factories and getting away with all his evil deeds. Charly’s dad even admits to keeping him out of the purge purposefully because he finds Pantsless’ pain amusing.

Themes and other stuff worth noting

If there’s a lesson I guess I’d try to push with the ending of this rewrite it would be, ironically, that neither Heaven nor Hell hold your true morality. It’s on you for making mistakes; it’s up to you to overcome them - you literally have to go through hell - to fix them! It also shouldn’t be up to Heaven and Hell how punishment/enlightenment works or why it’s worth anything.

This is NOT supposed to be an antireligion/antiChristian story. Not at ALL. It’s anti absolutism and anti religiousSUPREMACY story. I know then that people will probably not want me basing this version of Heaven off Evangelicals, but like Viv, that’s the religion that closest for me to criticize. If I were Jewish or Hindu or Muslim I would so be about tearing their hypocrisies down....but I’m not. I know all about the injustices in those religions but I’m not comfortable tearing them a new one as a white Christian. My mother’s fam are recovering Christian Science-folk. Also, have you watched anything about Left Behind? It’s genuinely an eye opening experience when it comes to Americanized Christianity and even the lore of Hell and Demons in regards to the book of revelations.

Lotsa references to The Divine Comedy and Paradise Lost with the implication that these works are fan fiction to the demons of actual events with Dante never even making it out of Hell because he was too prideful. (Charly’s father has two faces in his wings/comb which are constantly chewing parts of Dante like chewing gum).

I know Viv says she’s hoping to get Weird Al to voice Lucifer. Personally I think a better unlikely but TOTALLY FITTING devil would be mah man Martyn Jacques of The Tiger Lillies. They even have a circus motif!

Engel probably claims his name is supposed to be misspelled on purpose. In reality, it’s cause he was drunk when submitting his resume to be an incubus and made a typo for his new name.

Vee’s human name is Marianna Posada. GET IIIIIT.

Alastair’s human name is Edward Hastings. Edward being the name of the American Murder Song which inspired my Alastair, while Hastings is the last name of the man who helped doomed the Donner Party.

#hazbin hotel rewritten #redesign #rewrite #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor

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A Mistletoe Too Far - (LizardHat Christmas story)

Villainous/Hazbin Hotel crossover

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I wrote this as a Christmas present to @striped-menace last year but never got around to posting it on here.

Summary: Someone plays a Christmas-themed prank on Black Hat, but of course he has the last laugh.

Rating: M (explicit sexual content)

Note: No HH characters are specifically mentioned, but they are referenced.

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Black Hat squinted at the offending plant perched above him. Who would actually be stupid enough to hang mistletoe in his manor?

The three likely culprits stood around him; Dementia delighted, Flug frightened, and 505 simply surprised.

Their boss’s eyes grated in their sockets like rusty metal on tarmac as he looked to each of them in turn.

Flug wouldn't dare. But the other two...

“Oh bon-bon! I thought you hated mistletoe~,” Demencia cooed as she fluttered her dark eyelashes.

His teeth flashed an unmistakable warning.

“Do not start...” he growled, “Take it down.”

“Of course, sir! Right away!” Flug squeaked and beckoned his beloved blue bear to snatch it from the ceiling.

When he did, the scientist crumpled it in his hands and threw it in a nearby trash bin, even going so far as to set the bin on fire with one of the many conveniently placed blowtorches.

“Taken care of, sir!” he said with a gulp, “Anything else we can do for you?

Black Hat crossed his arms and again scrutinized his admittedly motley crew of employees. Demencia pouted at the burning trash but even she and the idiot 505 knew better than to try something like this.

“No,” he grunted out finally. “Get back to work.”

Once he disappeared from the room, Flug nearly fainted into 505′s side. It was too early for this...

“You didn't put that up, did you?” He asked under his breath and the bear shook his head.

“Brawr?"

"I thought so."

He spotted Demencia about to slip out of the room but yelled after her.

As she heard her name, she rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, but refused to turn around.

“What?”

“Why on Earth did you do that?! I knew you were insane but I didn't know you had a death wish!?”

She whipped around and glared. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what! Hanging the mistletoe over Black Hat!"

She scoffed. “I didn't do that.”

“Of course you did.”

She squared her shoulders as she got closer to him. Despite himself, he backed away, but she pushed him in the chest with one gloved finger.

“No, bag boy, I learned my lesson last time.”

It was true. She'd tried to get their boss to kiss her by hanging mistletoe two Decembers ago and the result landed her at least two broken ribs and an entire wing of the manor in need of remodeling.

Flug studied Demencia's face for any trace of a lie but she didn't crack. If anything she wanted to crack his skull for accusing her. If she was gonna get blamed for something, it better be something she actually did. She had better ways to spend her time.

“It really wasn't you?” he asked, his tone still just as skeptical.

“Duh! It was probably you, asshole! You love to see me get in trouble.”

“Me?! I would never do something that stupid.”

She leveled her eyes with his and raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?”

“No!” he began but caught himself. He had tried framing her for pranks like this more than once...

Flug cleared his throat. “Fine. Maybe I have, but this wasn't me! I don't feel like dying today! Not a week before Christmas.” It was one of 505′s favorite holidays after all.

She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Well somebody did and it wasn't me.” She emphasized the declaration by sticking her tongue out and walking away with her head held high, her long green hair curling on the floor behind her. “You two can figure it out among yourselves.”

It happened again the next day, and again the next. Only once on each day and only when Demencia happened to be in the room, but not a soul in Hat Manor had an answer for these appearances. No amount of threats or dismembering got Black Hat anywhere.

So he stopped acknowledging the mistletoe. He stopped yelling at his employees and robots. Wouldn't even spare the little piece of Christmas tradition a cursory glance. Any and all that manifested in his presence simply shriveled into a lifeless black husk that crumbled to ash upon his arrival.

And no one said a word about it.

It was two days until Christmas when Black Hat had finally had enough.

Early in the morning, before sunlight had even graced the horizon, he materialized into Demencia’s quarters. She slept strapped to her slab of a bed by mechanical arms. He flicked on a light and gazed around the dull room with something of a scowl on his face. He never came down here much. He had no reason to, and seeing how boring it was only reinforced that choice. The only notable decoration was a shrine with Black Hat’s picture in a heart shaped frame at the center.

He was sure he’d destroyed that already, but chose to let it be.

Black Hat cleared his throat.

“Demencia,” he called out to her sleeping form and she started to stir. She was a heavy sleeper.

He got close enough to touch her and watched as she twitched and murmured slightly in her sleep.

He leaned down to her pierced ear and tried again.

“Wake up!”

With that, she jolted awake.

“Wha! Black Hat! I didn’t do it!” she insisted with a slur before even laying eyes on her beloved.

“I have good news for you,” he said through a grin, “You’re going to help me.”

Demencia blinked in his direction and licked her dry lips. She realized she’d been drooling and tried discreetly to wipe her chin on the shoulder of her oversized t-shirt.

But the sound of Black Hat’s good news perked her right up.

“Anything for you, handsome,” she crooned and Black Hat did his best not to roll his eyes, though he did flick them up to the ceiling. Just as he thought, there hovering between Demencia and Lord Black Hat was yet another sprig of mistletoe.

His smile brightened at her.

“Wonderful. Now, I’ve been thinking... I haven’t been quite in the Christmas spirit lately and I think it’s time we fix that, hmm?”

Demencia’s head tilted as she looked at him, an eyebrow slightly cocked.

“Yes?”

“Good! I’m glad you agree!”

He wasn’t usually this enthusiastic about something unless it involved killing or taking someone’s soul.

“We’re going to start with that mistletoe there.” He gestured with his chin and her face lit up as she started putting the pieces together.

“You mean it?!”

She wriggled in her bonds with unabashed excitement.

He chuckled darkly. “I do.”

“We’re finally going to kiss?!” Demencia all but squealed.

“Yes. In a matter of speaking,” he said but didn’t elaborate, “Are you ready?”

And though Demencia didn’t fully understand, anything to do with Black Hat and her kissing had to be a good thing!

“I’m so ready!”

She then closed her eyes and pursed her lips the way she’d practiced countless times in preparation for this very moment. She knew it was only a matter of time before he returned her affection!

While her eyes were still closed, he moved towards the center of her “bed” and climbed up, moving her legs apart to position himself between them.

Demencia was actually blushing. “Black Hat? What are you doing?”

He lifted a finger to his lips to shush her before pulling up the hem of her shirt, revealing only a black and red thong underneath.

Her eyes incredulous and wide, she watched as one of his hands turned to claws and with a simple flick of his finger, tore the thong right off.

Black Hat gave her a smile dripping with saliva and lifted her legs into the air by her thighs. Without warning, his inhuman tongue snaked out from behind his toothy grin and took one long, thorough lick over the entirety of her vulva.

Demencia squeaked but didn’t dare to protest even if she wanted to.

So he latched his mouth to her pussy lips and went to town, his tongue wriggling over and between every fold and crevice between her legs.

Demencia found herself wishing she could move her arms but settled for clawing at the surface of her bed.

She moaned and black hat laughed, taking her response as an invitation to go further. His tongue buried itself deep inside her and she gasped. But something else was toying with her clit. She couldn’t see it, but it felt like another, smaller tongue, just as warm and slimy circling and teasing that bundle of nerves.

“Black Hat!”

She couldn’t take much more of this. She’d always imagined what this would feel like with him, but she never imagined he’d do it like this.

His tongue both managed to scrape over her g-spot and hug that spot deep inside her she could only reach with one of her specially ordered dildos.

She bit her lower lip, hard enough for the trace of blood to reach her tongue.

“Ah! Black Hat…I…Please!”

Possessed by the assault of pleasure, she squeezed her thighs around him and score claw marks into the bed. She never thought she’d see heaven, what with being a villain and all, yet here she was, Black Hat escorting her there as her very own grim reaper.

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Far below the reaches of heaven, far below even the depths of Hat Manor, unknown to Demencia or even Black Hat – though he had a hunch – was a pale man with rosy red cheeks and a smile like a wood chipper sitting in bed in the tallest tower in Hell. Only he wasn’t smiling. Instead his nose crinkled and his lips pressed into a crooked frown. His yellow eyes were fixed on a glowing screen on the other side of the room.

Steam emanated into the room from the adjacent bathroom, along with the steady sound of running water.

Without looking away, he turned his head towards it and called out with unmistakable resignation.

“Honey?”

From the shower, a tall and graceful woman with long blonde hair and two daunting horns replied.

“Yes, dear?”

“Remind me to tell the servants to remove any mistletoe from the premises.”

She paused lathering her hair and he continued to stare at the screen.

“Why?” she asked, “You love mistletoe.”

He hesitated on an emotion…something like regret, but managed to tell her with conviction, “I’ve decided I prefer poinsettias.”

#villainous #lizardhat #hazbin hotel #fanfic #villainous fanfic #lemon

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0poole · 3 years

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Humor in Writing

Most of the time I feel like dismissing what might seem like “faults” in writing because I haven’t actually made anything myself, and especially haven’t gotten any attention to what I make, but every once in a while something really ticks me off. Of course, I still try to take it with a grain of salt because of my lack of true experience in writing, but considering I’m hoping to actually become some degree of a writer I feel like it’s worth actually trying to explain what I think is a fault with things and why.

There always seems to be one specific thing that bothers me a lot when reading/watching stuff, and it’s the hard switching of tone from comedy to sincerity, or something similar to that, or vice versa.

Honestly, even though it sounds like the motive of a cartoon villain, I kinda think there’s too much humor in the world. It’s probably just entirely driven by opinion and preferences, but I feel like so many people are striving and looking for comedy that it hinders so many other things. I feel like, both in real life and in writing, having so much humor everywhere creates a pretty big gap between that tone and sincerity, which is pretty much always needed at some point. The big line between comedy and sincerity makes it so much harder, emotionally speaking, to feel good about the switch. I’ll try to explain…

First of all, this whole line of thought, even though I’ve been thinking it forever, was spawned by me watching Epithet Erased. Took me long enough, because I’ve seen some of the characters around and really loved their designs, but I finally watched it all, and I gotta say… It was interesting. Also, this is probably just going to be very ranty and opinionated but I will (hopefully) have something more valuable to say after. But, anyways, for one, it felt just barely too close to some of the premises for the stories I’ve thought of in various ways, but I guess that’s just bad luck on my part. Second, I feel like its humor really brought it down for me. Some episodes felt so long winded (although not necessarily “boring” I guess) because I felt like I got the joke they were trying to tell relatively quickly after they started it, but carried it so far. It didn’t help that, at least for a few of them, some of the characters felt like archetypes that I’ve seen a lot around the internet, or at least were simple enough that I understood what they were instantly, and when they are carried out through long character-focused moments it felt like nothing was happening. I feel like some of the characters are fine enough, even if I may not like them, but Giovanni and Indus were the two big ones that I thought had a little too much time given to them…

But more relevant to what I’m trying to say, sometimes the writing jumps way too far from the very comedic tone it’s trying to put out and into it trying to be sincere. The worst case of this was when Sylvie met Mera in the museum storage, and Sylvester tried to out Mera’s nightmares, only to see that her nightmare was the reality she was already in. With the scene change, and Indus becoming more serious with Molly, it felt like a good enough departure from the usual comedic tone to warrant the deeper motive of the character. But, then, of course, they had to trash the whole tone by adding the line about her also being afraid of ducks. There was absolutely no good reason to warrant that line and I will die on that hill. Not only was it just humor, but it was spontaneous “random” humor, and so on… I honestly hope people could just understand where I’m coming from there by how out of place it seems. I feel like the only defense they could use, apart from “just liking it,” would be that it’s comedic relief, but I genuinely feel like since practically the whole thing up until this point was comedy there was absolutely no need for comedic relief. The scene itself is like the opposite of comedic relief, like “Sit down and pay attention” or “Turn your brain back on” or whatever. The climactic point of the scenes before it were reached, meaning the sincere conflict there should be focused on, and apart from that one tiny little line it worked well enough. The fact that it was so tiny and insignificant is basically why I hated it so much. They literally could’ve just scratched it off of the script and only good things would have happened.

Something a bit similar happened before when Molly revealed her backstory to Giovanni. It wasn’t quite as bad, but when a scene goes from comedy to “my mom’s dead and my life sucks” you do feel the shift a little too quickly. I feel like it’s not as bad because it could just be Molly’s character, seeing the tragedy of her life as just sort of normal and not really that remarkable, meaning she’s more likely to just randomly bring it up.

But I definitely wouldn’t be going off this much about it if there wasn’t at least a little bit more. Zora was literally the reason I wanted to watch the show, because I saw a drawing of her a while back and thought she was just some random OC, but when I heard she was from this show I instantly wanted to watch it a lot more. I think the same thing happened with Molly, but I think I knew she was from the show to begin with. Anyway, Zora was the main character who I loved from the get-go and loved even more the more I learned about her. She’s such a perfect amount of diversion from being a generic cowboy in the little design details, while still being 100% cowboy material. Then, when I saw that her power was “Sundial,” or more generally just time powers, I loved it. The big thing that seems little conceptually is making her key term “sundial” instead of just “time” or whatever, because of how much it relates to her cowboy-ness, with it being associated with the “sun” people often associate with Death Valley and the Wild West and whatnot. Not to mention, it’s just a cool power.

But that’s kinda the thing, though. She’s so insanely strong. She could literally kill anyone on a whim. I don’t see how anyone could be cracking jokes in her presence. It’s kinda more general of a gripe, but when she aged up Howie it was borderline terrifying, and yet… right after, they’re cracking jokes again. It’s just so jarring. She could have literally reduced him to dust, and they’re so casual about it. I know Percy is supposed to be kinda blind to some obvious things, but I feel like even she could see the horror. That said, though, Percy is also one of my favorites. Her powers feel so natural yet interesting for what she is for some reason.

Frankly, the visual character designs alone for this show are all really good. Whether or not I’m into the writing, I can’t deny that the show kept me coming back just because it feels so good to just look at it, you know? The minimal animation, vocalized stage directions, and top-down scene view was really interesting to watch, since I’ve never seen it before, and seems like a perfect way to produce more content with less budget. It made everything feel super crisp and tidy, despite being animated so simply. Not to mention that the general lack of animation meant the few scenes where there was traditional-level animation felt really good. The voice acting was also amazing, (again not directly tied to the writing) especially when the voice actors carried their character and emotion from the scene into the stage directions, instead of just reading them out plainly. And, at the very least, the premise of the show is also really interesting (at least to me, mainly because I created 2 stories with a similar idea without even knowing anything about it. Simplified, specific superpowers are just perfect for character designing, you know?)

But I am kinda acting like the writing was bad, but it really wasn’t all things considered… I’m just not really into comedy, and when the comedy I don’t like is paired with writing and practically everything else I do like it doesn’t sit right with me. Considering this idea and some of the story beats were adopted from a DnD(-esque?) campaign, I feel like it’s much more fine. Frankly, I’m surprised I didn’t realize it sooner. Once I read about that, everything just fell into place. I’m not really into DnD either, though…

So, I feel like there are things to gain from thinking about this. While Epithet Erased is still on the mind, I feel like I’ve realized something about the juxtaposition of comedy and sincerity, that being that comedic characters can exist in sincere surroundings, and vice versa. Zora specifically could be one of these characters, because she’s so powerful that she probably sees everything around her as trivial, while the other characters have more sincere reactions to her obscene power. She could easily crack a sick joke that no one laughs at because she’s the only one who can find humor in whatever’s going on. By contrast, the thing about Mera’s fear of ducks was a product of the scene and not of the character, so it just ruined things. Nothing about it was made to be funny to the characters, it was made to be funny to the audience, even though the audience should be in sincere mode then.

Another character that I think works like this is Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, who is the sincere personality in a world of complete and total insincerity. She’s basically a more unique kind of straight man (despite being neither straight nor a man), who are always the grounding in comedic casts, like Squidward in Spongebob. I guess in sincere stories there are comedic relief characters, and in comedies there are straight men. You know, these are probably all things other people have figured out already… at least I can feel good knowing I sort of reached them on my own…

I think a good solution for stuff that’s primarily meant to be a comedy is to make it almost entirely comedic, at least with the inclusion of a straight man if needed. The big name that comes to mind is good ol Monty Python, the backbone of 14 year old boys’ humor style. At some point I realized why I like the humor of The Holy Grail, at least above other comedic movies, is that they don’t hold back at all. At no point whatsoever do they pull back the veil and put in a sincere moment. And, of course, since I can basically recite the entire movie from memory I think it did wonders. I think when it comes to comedies like this, trying to be too sincere at certain points makes it feel even less sincere than if it didn’t have the sincere moment at all. This might be a product of the 00s American family-rated live action comedies who all feel like they fall into that same boat, where the entire movie is hijinks, but then at the very end they pull that all back and have something really impactful happen, with the idea being having some shoehorned message about “family” or whatever. I can group so many movies into that category that it feels almost corporate how many there are like that, and because it’s both overdone and geared towards too generalized of an audience, trying to capture the comedy-lovers and sincere-lovers, it really just fails in both ways. Or, maybe people love them because they’re just barely bad enough to enjoy it in a so-bad-it’s-good sort of way. I dunno. If I wasn’t a little nostalgic for the time those types of movies might be my all-time least favorite.

But I’m a stick in the mud who hates comedy so I’m not really equipped to tell anyone how to do it right. Instead, I feel like there’s some seriously untapped potential in other forms of “feel-good” tones, like casual lightheartedness and just plain fun. I feel like those two things really work towards creating sincere stories that are still enjoyable, and not just one shot of sadness after another, while still having a dash of impactful emotion in them.

I feel like this is where Pixar really shines. People say “It’s not a true Pixar movie if you don’t cry at the end” because I think Pixar movies are great at making the audience lower their guard, and when the moment is right, hitting you right in your heart to make you feel the right emotions. For example, what I’d call my favorite movie of all time (for intents and purposes, if not for real), Inside Out, is all about emotional sincerity, where it’s trying to get across how it’s okay to feel sad, even though the world around you tends to say happiness is always what you want. For most of the movie, it’s a pretty casual romp around the inner workings of Riley’s mind, with some jokes thrown in (because it doesn’t have to be completely without jokes). I’m not really sure how to explain it, but the various jokes in Inside out feel like they’re sort of blended with the interesting workings of this fantasy mind-world, like the fact that earworms are just the little blobby workers in our minds sending the memory of the song back up to the control panel for the hell of it, or that our dreams are a product of a Hollywood-like place in our minds. These things definitely are there for humor, but something about them feels much more fun than just any kind of generic comedy.

Then, I feel like the most important thing about fun and lightheartedness is that they feel like they blend so much better with the sincere moments. Obviously if it’s too quick it’ll still be bad, but I think it’ll be much less bad than with comedy. Maybe you could think of it like a spectrum with pure comedy at one end and pure tragedy at the other, with fun and lightheartedness just barely crossing the midpoint towards the comedy side. Since there’s less of a gap between it and tragedy compared to pure comedy, it feels less jarring. Plus, it just feels more reasonable logically speaking, since comedy sort of puts up this insincere barrier to sort of suspend the disbelief that the events in question are supposed to be taken seriously, which makes breaking that barrier harder once it’s established. With fun and lightheartedness, there may be an expectation of it sort of maintaining itself but there isn’t as much to say there isn’t something hiding in the background. In Inside Out at least, throughout Joy and Sadness’ journey they are pretty determined to get back to the control panel to save Riley, but they’re for the most part confident they can do it (or, you know, just Joy’s confident), so they sort of interpret the world around them in a more casual light, but with that lower-level need still there. But when Joy falls into the abyss of forgotten memories and the hopelessness sets in, you feel it much more, because it was sort of already there to begin with, and it was just made perfectly clear at that moment. I think Bing Bong’s emotions during the scene also make it pretty emotional, since he’s being casual about his death while also being sincere about his sacrifice for Riley’s sake. Not to mention his inner sadness was outed while talking with Sadness.

I feel like if I were trying to write an actual essay I could probably phrase all this a lot better. I just think there’s a ton of value to lightheartedness in stories, as opposed to comedy, for the sake of “feeling good.” Pretty much all of my favorite things have that tone to them to some degree, like Wander Over Yonder, my for sure favorite TV show. It definitely feels fun in a way that can elicit laughs, but it’s not a lot like “This is a joke and you should laugh” most of the time (Disregarding the Evil Sandwich, my least favorite character in the show). I also think Steven Universe succeeds very well with that tone, creating an extremely comfy atmosphere when it comes to the less climactic episodes.

I also vastly prefer the lighthearted resolutions to the conflicts in lighthearted stories. Frankly, I am infinitely more likely to cry to a comfy and happy resolution than I am to the actual sad parts. I’m not really sure what it is about them, but I guess the characters finally being happy again after emotional turmoil warrants a happy-cry. I swear, if I think too hard about the scene where Riley finally admits her sadness to her parents and just sits in their warm embrace, I tear up. It feels so much better than hijinks-danger-hijink resolution.

But yeah, the stories I want to write the most will all inevitably have that sort of lighthearted flair to them, unless of course I choose to go more inherently serious with a story. There’s nothing wrong with that either.

With regard to the really big claim I made before about there being too much humor in the world, the themes of Inside Out, and what I said about comedy’s insincere barrier, I really think the world as a whole would benefit from valuing humor a little less. It feels like there are so many situations where people sort of want to maintain their good feelings with humor instead of more directly dealing with issues in a sincere mindset. For example, if people say something disagreeable (but not insane), It feels like too many people resort to making jokes at that person’s expense and not dealing with the issues directly. Obviously if someones saying some insane bullshit it’s fine, but when the more reasonable takes that are just barely put under the same umbrella as the insane shit are made fun of, it really deepens the trench between the people of different opinions. Of course, humor isn’t the only thing deepening that trench, but it really feels like one of them a lot of the time.

Apart from that, I feel like using humor as a way to distract from general negativity and negative emotions like what Inside Out sort of warns against can be pretty detrimental too. Obviously happiness can still be around, but putting up that kind of barrier between you and the necessary sincerity for emotion with comedy just makes the unpleasantness of the unpleasant stuff that much more unpleasant. I’m saying this one at least out of personal experience, since I have sort of developed to be too subconsciously against super sad and sincere real world scenarios. I haven’t personally felt too many of them myself, but I definitely feel myself blocking off some of my own emotional vulnerability, especially around other people. I can consciously talk against it, like I’m doing now, but I feel like it’s going to take a long time for that barrier to really break. Is humor to blame for that sort of thing? Maybe, with a dash of toxic masculinity and other buzzwords people often avoid for reasons I mentioned in the last paragraph.

Even though this one is much more unreasonably generalizable than the last two things, I feel like the popularity of self-deprecating humor across the internet also (probably?) takes a toll on some people. Obviously some people might just use it to their genuine benefit, but since it seems so common surely some people are putting on a self-deprecating face to get along, and eventually maybe even believing what they used to joke about themselves. Either way, it might be a product of an extreme departure from any kind of narcissism, making being self-confident and self-loving just that little bit harder for people.

But, while I’m not the most equipped to judge writing, I’m even less equipped to actually debate for the existence of all those things, so just know I’m kinda speaking with my heart and not my brain here. People obviously want and need different things, and I’m probably just projecting. Hell, maybe that’s me self-deprecating to not make me seem weird to everyone else. I dunno.

No matter what, all this reliance on humor really just shows who is and isn’t funny. Sometimes, people really need to get a grip. Frankly, I don’t think I’m that funny either, which is why I’ve kind of had the humor beaten out of me by one too many awkward silences after a weird joke in my elementary/middle school days. I guess that’s my cartoon villain origin story.

#rant #rambling #opinions #writing #humor #comedy #epithet erased #poole #etc

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ficcrimes · 4 years

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Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, (trans) male OC A/N: a little self-indulgent something for myself between commissions. Warnings: NSFW Summary: even when he was alive, Moth had never had one of those before.

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As hard as he tried to understand, there was no wrapping his head around how a one-night stand had turned into this. Not that he was complaining, but it was worth wondering why someone like Angel Dust had taken to him. Maybe it was because he hadn’t turned Angel down when he came onto him that first time. Maybe it was because Moth was just as easy as he was.

Really, though, the reason didn’t matter. What mattered right now was the way two hands grabbed his shoulders, and a third held his chin. Angel was much, much taller than he was, and so the spider had to bend forward considerably to kiss where his mouth should have been. Though he had thought lacking a mouth would deter Angel some, Moth had been pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t seem to matter.

“You got hands and other holes, don’tcha?” Angel had teased during their first time. “This way, the only mouth you gotta worry about is mine.”

And Moth had learned very quickly that that mouth was indeed worth worrying about.

For the time being, though, he did his best to return the kiss and leaned forward, pressing himself to Angel’s lips. It didn’t take long at all for the kiss to become a little more heated, and the hand that had been holding his chin moved down his neck, and into the thick black ring of fluff at the base of it. Angel’s fingers combed through it for a moment, before they travelled lower still. Palm pressed to the moth’s flat chest, he pulled away from the kiss.

Angel grinned, and Moth didn’t quite have time to question it before he was suddenly being shoved down onto the bed. The most surprising thing of the moment was that he hadn’t ended up on his back, but sitting instead - and Angel had intended it that way.

He made a move to get up again, or at least reach for Angel now that their contact had been broken, but Angel stepped out of reach.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted with a grin, wagging a finger at Moth. “You sit and wait there. I got something for ya.”

Moth’s brow furrowed as he watched Angel move further away, over to a box that had been stored in the corner of the room. Moth’s view of the box’s contents was obscured by Angel himself as he gathered what he needed from it. It didn’t take the spider long all before he came back over to the bed, two hands behind his back. When Moth tried to peer around him, another set of hands found his shoulders again and held him still.

“Patience is a virtue,” Angel snorted with a little roll of his eyes, shoulders shrugging. “Or some shit.” They wouldn’t have been in Hell had they been virtuous, would they? Now wasn’t the time to think too hard on that, though, and Angel finally revealed what he’d been hiding behind his back.

Now hovering just inches from Moth’s face was a harness and a deep red dildo. The moth stared at these items for a few long moments before a blush crept across the bridge of his nose. His gaze moved upward to Angel’s face, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the sharp and sultry grin there.

“For me?” Moth asked quietly, voice barely a whisper in Angel’s mind.

“All for you,” Angel assured, getting down onto his knees. He reached for Moth’s hips with his two free hands, and tugged the smaller body forward until he was just barely balanced on the edge of the bed. Shamelessly, he pressed the dildo to Moth’s crotch, and then guided one of the Moth’s four hands to it.

“Hold it,” he instructed, and Moth gave a little nod, holding the toy in place against his body. Looking down at it, he couldn’t help but notice just how dangerously close in color it was to his hands. Angel had put some thought into this, and that made his blush deepen. It also made the ache between his legs worsen, and he did his best not to fidget or fuss too much.

Angel gave one thigh a little pat, and Moth obediently lifted that leg, toes pointed so Angel could start working the harness onto him. The other leg followed suit moments later, and soon enough Angel was sliding the harness up over his knees. When he had to, Moth finally stood up, still holding the red dick firmly in place while Angel’s hands shimmied the harness up his thighs. The toy was worked through the hole of the harness, and Moth didn’t have to hold onto it any longer, but his hands still lingered close by. Old habits die hard, and a part of him wanted to hide it, but mostly he just wanted to keep touching it.

He was quiet while Angel adjusted the straps, making sure the whole contraption fit snuggly, though he did little to even try and stifle his ragged and eager breathing.

Once everything was secured, Angel sat back on his knees to take a good look at the other. Two of moth’s hands were still hovering close by the dildo, as though unsure what he should have been doing with it. It made Angel laugh, just a little.

“You can touch it,” he goaded, grinning. “In fact, why don’t you stroke it a little for me?”

Moth gave a little mental whimper in response to those words alone, and gingerly ran one hand over the length of the toy. Once he reached the base of it, he wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a little squeeze. Then, as Angel had suggested, it slid his hand up and down the rubbery length.

By now, his thighs were trembling, and his legs desperately wanted to close. The harness was crotchless, and so there was no pressure where he really needed it most right now.

“There you go,” Angel encouraged, and Moth’s gaze flitted away from the dick in his hand and back to the spider’s face. “How’s that feel?”

“G-Good,” Moth replied quietly, unable to suppress a shiver. Even in life, he had never worn something like this, never had a chance to experience the deep sensation of such an affirming gesture. And the fact Angel had gone ahead and thought of this for him made it all the better.

“Good,” Angel practically purred, and reached up to take hold of Moth’s hips with two hands. A third hard slid up the inside of one thigh, fingers stroking leather and lip. Even such a small touch was enough to make Moth whimper again, and his hand squeezed the toy tightly.

“Poor baby, you’re all worked up,” Angel said, and a fourth hand slid back and around Moth, groping at his ass. Moth gave a squeak, nodding as he did his best to maintain eye contact. A feat that was much easier said than done, especially when Angel finally asked,

“You want me to suck your dick?”

Again, with words alone Angel was able to make Moth whimper, and he gave an eager nod.

Angel grinned again, and without another word leaned in to first press a kiss to the tip of the toy. Then, he effortlessly was able to take the length into his mouth. Moth watched in nothing short of fascination as lips and tongue and teeth slid over red rubber a few times before Angel pulled away, tongue flicking the tip as he did. Moth didn’t have a chance to wonder if that was it, Angel was quick to push him back onto the bed, making him sit at the edge again. This time, he made sure to force Moth’s legs open and slide himself between them so they couldn’t close. The hand that was still between Moth’s legs moved, and the fingers that had been teasing him finally found their way inside.

Moth used two of his own hands to keep himself balanced, and a third found its way to Angel’s hair, combing through and then gently tugging. His hips rocked and his back arched, and it took everything in him not to squeeze his eyes shut right now. He wanted to see Angel take that dick back into his mouth again. And when he did, he finally let a loud groan sound in Angel’s head, breathy and desperate.

The fingers that were working in and out of him started to move faster, drive in deeper, curl just right, and soon enough Moth’s entire body was tense and trembling. Between what was going on inside of him and just watching the way Angel sucked his dick was enough to drive him close to the edge.

And Angel could tell. Of course he could. So his hand and mouth switched places in due time. Now Moth was watching that pink fist slide up and down the slicked red dick, and tongue and teeth were moving between his legs. The hand in Angel’s hair tugged harder than he had before, and he did his best to close his legs around the demon between them, holding him in place. He rocked his hips with more vigor, practically grinding himself against Angel’s expert mouth.

It didn’t take much longer at all for Moth to finish, and he moaned Angel’s name loudly and shamelessly into the spider’s mind. His hips jerked hard a few times as he rode it out, and then slowly he relaxed onto the bed, his grip on Angel’s hair loosening. He let his hand fall away entirely once Angel moved out from between his legs, and did his best to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” Moth mumbled, running one of his hands over his face and then through his hair. He heard Angel chuckle to himself.

“I had a feelin’ you’d enjoy that,” Angel said, grinning as he crawled up onto the bed, then laid out next to Moth. “I meant it, you know. You can keep the dick.”

“I can?” Moth asked, looking over toward Angel, still laying flat on his back.

Angel waved one hand as he spoke. “I got plenty. And that one suits you.”

Moth couldn’t help but laugh a little, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at the toy still strapped to him. It did feel nice to have it, and he supposed Angel was right; it did seem to suit the color scheme of his demon body. He appreciated it.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment, and he would have smiled just a little if he could have.

There was a feeling in the air that Angel wasn’t about to let himself fall to, and so he let himself grin again, twisting onto his side and propping his chin up in one palm. “Don’t thank me yet, Sweetheart,” he said, using another hand to drag one nail gently up over one gray thigh and hip. “We still gotta see how well you fuck with that thing on.”

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #male oc #trans oc #fanfic

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littleaquaa · 4 years

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IMPORTANT

I never expect a callout post about me to be posted on Tumblr in my 5ish years of roleplaying. While I will confess, that some things in said post are accurate, there are a few things that are simply false, or misworded to make things sound worse. (There are some triggering things: mentions of pedohpila, suicidal thoughts, and lesbophilia.)

*Yes, I used to draw that kind of nsfw of other peoples’ furry ocs. During this time I was also involved with a group of people that fed me the “fiction doesn’t affect reality, they’re lines on paper!!!111!” spheal and I believed it back then (not now), so I saw nothing wrong with it since I’m a very impressionable person (as are many people with my disabilities, not excusing just explanation). I realized later after a reality check that drawing said content, was a mistake and is not okay. So I had deleted everything to try and move on from a 4+ year old mistake I’ve since changed and moved on from. I have not participated in those activities since then (again 4 years ago!) and do not condone those actions. I AM SORRY.

*I did realize some time ago that treblogging trauma-related posts and tagging them as Musings was not okay. I had nobody to teach me these ‘hidden’ rules of RPC etiquette and was on my own. In addition, I had seen several of my mutuals reblog said posts themselves (thus how I found them) and assumed it was okay to reblog them. I should not have assumed reblogging said posts was okay. It was my mistake. And for the individual whose ask reply concerning it I posted publicly instead of continuing the conversation privately, I am sorry.

*Yes, I was upset when people I had considered friends, some for a year or long were unfollowing and/or unfriending me because I posted that I liked the Hazbin Hotel pilot. I did vent about it publicly instead of keeping those feelings to myself. Over the course of a few days I had lost at least 4 people I had considered friends, so I was very upset by this. And yes, because of this happening so quickly, I did in fact feel suicidal and want to take my life over it. It may sound ridiculous to many of you reading, but this did drive me to a dark place mentally. It was never my intention to come off as guilt-tripping in this vent post. *I have had suicidal thoughts since I was in middle school due to a very traumatic life event that happened to me during that time. I have 0 reason to lie about my mental health on the internet. Since I posted said vent post because I needed to get my feelings out instead of penting them up inside.

*As for guilt tripping claims. I do not pick up on social cues very well, if at all. This is made a thousand times worse since online I cannot see your facial expression, nor hear the ‘tone’ used when one is typing their words. I genuinely had no idea that that was how I was coming off to some individuals. So to those people, I am very sorry.

*The ‘ic vagueblogging’ claim is false. That is a roleplay taking place between myself and my good friend, and we were plotting that Black Star would corrupt herself and it would delve into more angst, since Cat and I both enjoy angst with our ship. Black Star is an S//U oc, and it was revealed by S//U’s creator herself that gems can corrupt themselves if they’ve been through enough trauma. So I got the idea from that alone to try it with my muse, nothing else transpired me to want to rp that thread.

*I have never once stated anywhere that I ship Aquamarine with male characters. So the lesbophilia claim is also false. I only posted in my rules that I would be open to her interacting (as in, having normal rp threads) with male gem muses since some people are not fans of male gem ocs. So I think this might be where OP of my callout post is mistaken. I have only ever had her headcanon’d as homoromantic/lesbian and asexual.

*As for not responding to you, (callout post maker). I had no idea how to respond to your words since I was shocked by what you were saying, nothing more.

For months I have been trying to move on from when another tumblr user put me in their Blocklist. And I had mostly gotten better. But seeing your post today (3/27/20) made in a public tumblr post, is extremely hurtful. I just want to move past this blocklist/callout drama and write with my friends again before all this stuff started.. when.. 3ish months ago?

I just want to be left alone and for the pretty obvious stalking to stop (I mean really, going 4+ years into my internet happenings when I was a younger adult?!) It’s not only causing me physical pain, but mental and emotional pain as well. I am a complete wreck, trying to fight off anxiety as I type all of this. I am not saying this for any kind of sympathy or to change minds, I just want to be honest with everyone with the effects these posts have done.

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Now this, I just want to say to everyone I have hurt in the past. I don’t want to name names or tag you guys out of respect (and I don’t know if you’d all even be okay with it or not). But if you are reading this then yes, I am addressing you with this apology (even if you might not be on tumblr anymore). The posting publicly instead of answering privately, the guilt tripping (that I highly stress I did not realize I was doing this), and the vagueblogging.. I am sorry. You do not have to acknowledge or even accept this apology, but it is what you guys deserve and I want to make it right.

To close, if anyone, friend, acquaintance, or person I never got to interact with but follow(ed) no longer feels comfortable interacting with me based on this knowledge of me and my past that is okay and I ask you put yourself first. Unfollow, soft block, hard block, please do whatever you need to do. Your comfort matters.

#ooc #drama #drama //#negative #negativity #callout mention

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paper-stars-and-fireflies · 4 years

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4. Look at me

The fourth story in the Grimm Omens series! As before, both main characters are OCs: Magnolia is mine, and Omen belongs to the wonderful @splanoot Thanks for reading! Fair warning, this chapter gets a teeny bit gory, but in the realm for Hazbin! Still, take care of yourselves! “So it’s a deal then?” Alastor’s voice was heavily filtered, same as it always was when he asked those words, his right hand held out to her. She closed her eyes against the flare of green, blinking away the afterimage she was always left with. She lifted her left hand on impulse but dropped it, shaking his hand with her own right. “Sounds like a deal.” she completed, sealing another pact. Her eyes sparked, she could see the reflection in the dark room.

“Good. Now get to it.” He boss instructed, spinning his microphone as he turned away. “I have a show to do.” “Yes sir,” she mumbled, stopping by her table, her corner of the building, to gear up. She strapped on all of her usual gear, hand hesitating over some of the new toys she’d picked up. For now, she left them, choosing to rely on her old ways. Opening the window, she rolled her shoulders, letting the glamour slip off her wings, flaring them wide before she climbed through the window and soared into the sky, free and wild and on the hunt. Her mark was some fish demon nobody who’d made the mistakes of taking some noticeable targets for some strange, occult religion of one. Alastor couldn’t care less of course, but lately this loser had started to copy the Radio Demon’s methods, and furthermore, he was the exact species of demon her boss needed a few… spare parts from. Intel has seen him near the south-east section of the pentagon, living in the abandoned warehouses there. She landed on a roof, taking a moment to get her bearings. She hadn’t ever been around here, but it definitely seemed like a playground for the psychotic and destitute. Magnolia started pacing the roof, hopping from one to another, glancing through skylights and windows where she could to find her mark. She could feel and hear people in a lot of the buildings, but none of them looked like the picture Alastor had shown her. She went up higher, hoping a better vantage would help. Bits of her facade chipped away, revealing her skeletal frame, gaunt skin stretched over knobby bone. She’d been flying long enough she couldn’t hold on to her fake form any more, but it’s not like she had time to land and recharge. She needed to be up to find someone in a maze like this, and besides, it’s not like anyone would see her, this high up. Not long after, she caught the faint rattle of chains on the wind coming from a warehouse a few paces from any of the others. The windows were all busted in, but, unlike some of the others, not tarped over entirely. She circled it, figuring the devoted had an appointment with their warped deity. If she gave it another few minutes, let him settle in, she could catch him completely unaware, slice the parts she needed, and get back to Alastor before it was truly dark out. She’d even have time to stop by the bar, at this rate. A tiny candlelight flared, followed by a couple others. She landed, pacing, straining her ears for clues. Fumbling, a rush of breath, something clattering away, more struggling. Maggie counted slowly, pacing to the edge of the roof. When she hit ten, she stepped off the ledge, pivoting to swoop through the closest window. What she found made it hard to stay airborne and she backpedaled, almost hitting her skull on the low roof. Her mark was bleeding, thrashing under some hell-beast, a massive, muscled dog with his teeth clamped in the water demon’s slim shoulder. There was a sickening crack of bone followed by a gurgling shriek and the dog pressed a hand-like paw against the newly dislocated joint, holding the killer down as he lowered his jaws around its neck. Maggie drew several of her thinner, lighter blades, reaching back to throw them. Whoever this guy had pissed off meant business, but she needed his guts for her contract. Something about the beast was familiar, though she couldn’t place it. Something in the way almost-shining, silvery scars knifed through deep fur, the shape of the back, the unrivaled power of the frame. She flung the knives, most clattering off the concrete floor as realization struck like a bullet. His helmet lay to the side, rolled out of the way. This was Omen, hunched over the sinner, his teeth buried in its flesh, his body holding them down like they were a child. She couldn’t keep quiet, a sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a shriek. The beast, no, Omen, lifted his head, a snarl lifting his lip to expose teeth like broken bone and starlight. She blinked, too stunned to react. She had to do something but she couldn’t even keep herself up, landing on her feet and then knees roughly as fear wrapped around her like a snake. She knew Omen was a mercenary too, of course she did. They’d talked about it too many times to count. He pounced. His body crashed against her, and it felt like all of Hell itself was pushing down on her as he growled in her face. She turned her face away, thrashing. Her true form might look weak but she was so much stronger now, and her wings gave her something else to struggle with. It didn’t matter. His claws tore through the membrane without a bit of struggle, as every inch she got, he could take back effortlessly. Omen was just too strong for her. She had known that too, somewhere in her mind, for a long time, and had been glad she wasn’t his enemy. Seems, in the end it didn’t matter. Seems he didn’t care, either. She felt her head hit the ground hard as she tried to free her shoulders and he shoved her back down. Her head cracked against the ground and she lay there, feeling dizzy and out of breath. His helmet lay out of her reach, the visor reflecting them, a massive hound pressing down on a skeleton with fire for eyes. Fire that would be out soon. She could feel his hot breath on her face. Funny, he smelled like citrus. “Omen, wait! Wait a minute!” She gasped out, realizing he may not recognize her. After all, she hadn’t recognized him until she saw the helmet. She tried to push him off again, still dizzy, her head pounding. He held down one wing and the opposite shoulder but she tried to sit up anyway, gasping for breath. “Omen, it’s me. I’m Magnolia!” She wrapped one hand around his wrist, the other trying to find purchase on his chest. Something dripped down her face and she wasn’t sure if it was blood or tears. Her breath was stilted, coming in shuddering pants as she tried to get through to him, screaming his name and crying, but her strength was failing. His mouth clamped shut around her shoulder, teeth snapping through her collar bone, scraping across her shoulder blade. Darkness rushed over her and her next scream wasn’t human or demon either. She stilled, the pain too intense to even think about struggling anymore. This was it. She was going to die. Omen was going to kill her, and she wasn’t even going to get to say her piece. At least it was going to be him, she decided. She just hoped he didn’t feel too guilty, when he came to. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember. “Omen, please…” she whispered, feeling weak. “Magnolia…?” His voice was even deeper than before, ringing without the helmet to muffle it, the letters sounding lost in his mouth. A shiver ripped up and back down her spine to hear her name on his tongue. His eyes were golden, she realized, staring up at him as both of their bodies stilled. He wasn’t frightening, not when he wasn’t trying to be. The scars that pocked his skin seemed like constellations up close, his fur so much darker in a warehouse at night. They lay in a bloody heap in stray moonlight, so transfixed. A part of her never wanted to leave this moment, knowing something about him no one else did. Except now he knew her too. She tried to bite back the scream, honest she did, but part of it still got out, and she thrashed one last time, tearing herself away from him, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her hands as her wings closed around her like double doors. Her face was hot, and she could tell from touch she was nothing but a skeleton barely covered in dingy grey skin. Another muffled scream bubbled out as she willed the world to be kinder to her. No one had seen her like this; even Alastor had given her grace and let her keep this disgusting form to herself. God, she just couldn’t have waited and come in normal, could she? Stupid, bony, skeletal wraith of a woman she was. Omen was never going to look at her again, not like this, and it was enough to make her still heart ache. “You, uh, still in there? Magnolia?” he asked, tapping against the membrane of her wing with a knuckle like one would a door. With a stifled groan, she peeked out at him, trying not to look upset at him. “I’m here. I….I’m so sorry you had to see this.” She managed, finally opening up. He had already seen, what point was there in hiding? “I, um, I don’t let people see me like this, so…” She swallowed, tried not to notice how his eyes tracked over her lack-of-a-body. “I used to look like that.” “Don’t you think I should be the one apologizing?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that did something to her she couldn’t name. He dropped his hand, resting it on the ground between them. He dropped his head, blinking at his feet. “I almost killed you.” He says to the ground. She shakes her head, only slightly alarmed that it makes her dizzy again. She’d never felt pain this bad before, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. “But you didn’t.” “I’ve killed everyone that’s ever seen me like this.” He tries again, looking very much like he was thinking entirely too hard. He could still kill her, she knew. Or he could bind her with a deal. She knew how he felt, her own identity was blown too, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to point that out. She gave him a moment to think, to work through all the things that were clearly plaguing him. “Are you… okay?” He asked finally, hand on his head. “As okay as you can be, I guess?” The floor around them was slick with blood and there was a faint shake in her shoulders. She blinked up at him, eyes wide and bright in the coming night. “I, uh… Yeah, I’ll heal. I’m alive.” She managed, wings drawn up tight against her back. It wasn’t that she was hideous like this, but it was just so…different from her usual form. The skin was the same grey, and it wasn’t the first time he’d seen bony demons. Her wings were a bit tattered, he kind of wondered how torn membranes could - oh. Oh Lord. Those hadn’t been torn when she’d flown in, had they? His eyes scanned over her again, guilt piling up in his gut with every inch of her. The floor was slick with her blood, her wings were torn by his claws, those bruises, those gashes, the bite mark, those were all his. He’d almost killed her. Lord, how close had he come to ending her forever? She shivered again, looking up at him again before dropping her head back to her rest on the arms wrapped around her knees. “Sorry, I uh, I just need a minute.” She mumbled. He stumbled back, half scooting, half crawling backwards from her, jumbled apologies and reassurance spilling out of him. He turned away, reaching for his helmet. The sooner this moment was over the better. “Take as long as you need.” He began to shrink back down enough to fit inside his helmet again, stopping short as the sounds of chains interrupted their silence, a faint shuffling from the other side of the warehouse attracting both of their attention. Omen growled again, furious with the two-bit killer and welcoming a place to displace his anger. He stalked over, intent on obliterating him in a way so complete and painful, even Heaven would weep. “Wait,” Maggie coughed, trying to get to her feet. She was healing slower than normal, and the pain made her unsteady but she managed. She was stuck with her bony form until the pain subsided at least. Hopefully fulfilling her deal would help. “Are you… here for him?” She gestured at the fish demon struggling with the chains Omen had wrapped around him. “That’s… who I’m here for.” She coughed, tried not to gasp at how badly it hurt. What kind of demon was he? “You’ve got a mark on him?” Omen asked, sliding the helmet on anyway. He felt a little safer, a little more contained. She nodded, finally managing to take a few steps. “How do we… if we both have…?” “I gotta slit his throat and, uh, collect a few things. He’s yours after that.” She patted her belt, looking for a blade to use. “If your contract is to kill him, by all means. My deal wasn’t to explicitly kill him, but I do have to, ya know. To the letter. Else I’ll be looking a lot worse than this.” She tried a laugh, but the sound wasn’t right. Still, she crouched over the fish, straddling him. “You won’t mind, right, mister?” She asked, almost kindly, holding the blade to his throat. It whimpered and she might have smiled, though it could have been a trick of the light. Seconds later the fish was propped up against the far wall, head hanging too far back as she worked with her hands in his chest. Omen watched the door to the warehouse, trying to ignore the noises as she talked to herself, talking herself through the demon’s anatomy, collecting her ‘grocery list’ as someone had scrawled across the top. Then there was the soft rustle of plastic and she stood, wiping her hands on the victim’s clothes. A shade washed over her, green sparks eating it away. She breathed out slowly, her form filling out and her wings disappearing back into their glamour. “Omen.” She called, tying the bag to her belt. “I got what I need, my deal’s fulfilled.” She held her hands out, showing her restored body. Now, it was as if nothing had happened. Except there was. Ducking into the collar of her shirt, he could still see the dotted scar of his bite. Omen headed back to the body as she stepped past, her hand up in a weak wave. “I, um. I’m gonna take this by my boss, then I’m gonna grab a drink. Are you…. Will I see you there?” She asked, her back to him, her head down. He watched her silhouette, considering. “Yeah. I think we both need a drink.” He said finally. When he turned again, she was gone, soaring through the sky. The fish shuddered at his feet and he looked at it, taking his helmet off once again. “Tonight’s really not your night.” he muttered to it.

#Grimm Omens #I hc Alastor as a crossroads demon #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel original character

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sociallyintroverteddumbass · 5 years

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Serious Announcement to the HH / ZP Community

This is going to (hopefully) be the last post regarding some old irrelevant drama or bullshit rumors for this month.

If you thought the Hazbin Hotel Scam rumor was a disgrace to our Community, GOD are you in for something so disgusting.

Yesterday, I wanted to make this post, but since I was in so much SHOCK of what I saw it gave me and actual headache.

Basically, I wandering around Tumblr, until I saw a peculiar post made by someone (obviously I won’t mention their name cause’ I don’t want people to harass them) from the Kin Community. The post not only said how Vivziepop was racist and transphobic, they said how she was an actual PEDOPHILE and ZOOPHILE and you shouldn’t support her. Now of course the racist and transphobic part didn’t stun me, but pedophile and transphobic was the part that really really made me break. Now this was so abysmal that I literally had to talk to one of my best friends and someone with a inspirational way of speech to help me about this.

Now they told me to not let that post get under my skin and stay strong, but what worried me the most were the notes on that post.

It had at least 5000 notes, meaning that 5000 people saw that post. Not only that, the comments were very negative and explained how they “looked up to her” and want to “stay away from her”.

Now this is the part where I get angry here so bare with me please.

Now, Vivz had made a post saying how she had made multiple mistakes as a young teen and it is ok for you to hate her for the horrendous actions she made or forgive her and leave all in the past. Of course most of us forgiven her apology, but I find strange there are others keep spreading this old drama and I personally think it’s wrong. But I will not stand for this bullshit and fake accusations of Vivz being a fucking pedo and zoophile.

If you don’t know what a zoophile is, its a person who is sexually attracted to animals. Basically, its like Whitney Wisconsin. Yes, people literally think she likes to fuck animals. What the FUCK?!!

Listen, I’m not going to bash anyone for hating Vivz for her actions in the past, its not what I have a genuine problem with that. What I do have a problem with is people bringing up this old drama to make Vivz look bad because you think she “deserves” it even though that was years ago, and people using that opportunity to make fake rumors about her to increase that hate.

Now, the pedophilia and zoophile accusation could come from the fact that

1. She drew alot of nsfw or slightly suggestive deleted art of ZP characters that somehow was recovered by some people

2. She drew some art of under aged characters (also) from ZP

3. (a possibility) someone had a similar arts style as Viviepop did these things

Now, the reason why I didn’t want to reveal their name cause’ I don’t want to start a flame war between the Vivziepop Community and the Kin Community, and secondly, I don’t want to be an asshole since the blog owner could be a nice person and could have been misinformed (unless they started it first and was I stupid for not calling them out).

I’m going to say this once and I’ll say it again, what Vivz did was in the past and you shouldn’t care anymore.

If you don’t forgive her for these actions its fine, but I will not stand for this lie of Vivz being a pedo or an animal fucker cause’.

I just can’t believe this false accusation because we know that Vivz would never do this type of stuff.

I apologize for bringing up this up, but if this gets wide spread all over Tumblr, and people if there are people trying to attack you for liking Vivziepop and supporting her project, ignore them or block em. It’s not your fault for liking Vivz and you should own up to yourself.

(I’m very sorry for making another post regarding this old drama and bringing up those dark times but I just want to help people be aware of this problem. I have a deep anxiety that the fandom will be attacked sooner or later for this fake accusation and soon I would be too. I’m just trying to look out for the community.)

*Thank you for the two people for helping me overcome this fear

#vivziepop #hazbin hotel #zoophobia #zoophobia memes #hazbin hotel memes #this is disgusting #this is unreal #fake accusations

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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I Decided To Look Up About The Tumblr-Username Myself.

even though I did ask for advice about it September 13th, 2021.

I decided to look it up on September 14th and found a Youtube video that tells

about what happens when you do change your Tumblr Username.

and it appears that it really does change the URL too, so when I do change my

username it will also change the URL too.

well I really don't want any misunderstandings,

so it is for the best for me to come up with a new username.

I knew that there was going to possibility that no one would see that post asking for help right a way, regarding the effects of changing a Tumblr Username.

and I really wanted to know if it would cause the URL to change

or stay the same.

because of the change, I will have to put down

“formerly: mythicalmarvelgirlnerd”

just so there will be no misunderstandings and those who have seen my drawings on both here and over at dev, don’t get the wrong idea or any form of bad assumptions.

a part of me wants to go with either a username that has to do with deltarune/undertale or like something that could have to do with my being Neo-Spiritual.....then again if I go with something that has to do with “Archangel of the Goddess.” there is a possibility people will just end up getting the wrong idea.....

I really do prefer to have her get custody of me, even if I still believe in God and Jesus.....but I think that when I end up talking about it too much without meaning to, people might get the wrong idea and I want to try to only talk about that kind of stuff every once in a while.

plus even if some info says that Seth’s line didn’t intermarry with daughters of Cain....that sure didn’t last very long...

I mean if it is true that Noah is a descendant of Seth,

and I did mention before that my Ancestor is Noah too (well that makes some humans of this world his descendants too.)

that would mean that Seth is my Ancestor too, well him and Cain...

maybe it could be seen as a Yin-Yang type thing, I don’t know...

I still can’t agree with Noah punishing his own grandson instead of his son for a certain act.

at least most dads now in days are much better when have balance with their feminine side and will be the ones to protect their daughters from the dangers of being hurt by those like King David’s son who hurt Tamar.

even if King David loved his son, he was not being a good parent by not punishing him for taking away Tamar’s Maidenhood against her will.

a “Maidenhood” is well just as it sounds,

even if it might mean something else for different reasons...

but it would make sense it would have to do with being a Virgin.

and if someone is called a Maiden, it means they are still a Virgin.

wait does that mean those Holy Maidens from the Fantasy Video games

would be Holy Virgins....?

I don’t think I ever thought about that until just now,

learning that “Maiden” also means “Virgin”

I think maybe later tonight, I should place my pendulum at the window.

even if it isn’t very bright right now because it is raining, I rather wait until later.

even though I did find out that I and my family, are mixed descendants of Seth and Cain, I am still me and I still have feelings.

and some times whatever I say can get misinterpreted and hurt my feelings.

though when my feelings get hurt enough I do cry....

like with happen with that toxic jerk a few years ago around 2019.

my family is Christian but I don’t think they will accept that I rather go by Neo-Spiritual...I think that a lot of people both religious and atheist,

might feel they can’t open up to their family about their new view and how they might start to question some stuff in their community.

and because they know that their family and neighbors

might not accept it, they have to hide it in the closet.

which once again, being in the closet isn’t just for your sexuality preference.

it can also have to do with your different religious belief, gender identity,

or maybe even species identity...

so being in the closet can be seen as expanded from just being about sexuality, to the other types too.

I know I can’t talk to my Mom about me being on a Gray-Ace Spectrum.

I think it would be correct to call it Gray-Ace Spectrum for me and others who are a bit different.

a Aceflux would be in the Gray Asexual Spectrum.

I also want to say that it is possible for a person to be both Aroflux

and still love watching or reading or playing video games with romance in it.

but might not feel like pursuing romance themself.

and when the Omnisexual or Omniromantic comes into play,

it could have different meanings.

like preferring guys who are more in touch with their feminine side,

nonbinary and excreta.

I hope the new season of Harley Quinn starts soon,

and I know some might disagree with what I am about to say...

but even if Doctor Psycho was 100% in the wrong for calling his ex-wife the “c” word....

he might of been a little right about Wonderwoman....being one....

I mean her and her mom, and warrior sisters could end up being the toxic feminist side....but I hope there is some improvement in the future.

and the toxic side does show in that one movie that had to do with Flash accidentally changing history when he was running.

Wonderwoman became a a dirty shisno.

even if how she became a shisno was under different reasons...

when fighting for equality, one must not let it get into the dark side

such as the Toxic-Feminist, I love the Moxie Movie and I’m glad everything worked out in the end.

but the Main Character almost lost her way into the dark side, a toxic side that made her attack (with her words) to the wrong guys who aren’t like the monster that would be revealed in the movie who did something very bad

that can be done by not just men/boys but also women/girls too.

but she does get back on the right path and ends up helping one of the girls from her school, who was hurt by a boy who did something really bad.

plus there can be some girls who were born Intersex, but could end up being the ambiguous type so it isn’t noticed.

I’m not sure if there would be a Feminist Group who would treat girls and women who find out they are intersex, in contempt.

but that might only be the toxic groups who feel that way, and those who are more open to those who were born Intersex might be still welcomed and loved for who they are on the inside, and Not just because of them being female/intersex.

there are different types of intersex, and some might not know they are right away until much later in their life.

with some Intersex, they could appear male on the outside but have the female reproductive organs on the inside, the same can be for those who appear female on the outside but have the male reproductive organs on the inside.

and no this would not mean they are Transmen or Transwomen.

it is just how they were born, and with some humans in the world

they can still appear female or male or even androgynous but they could still end up being one of the types of Intersex, as there isn’t just one or two types.

those who are the unnoticed intersex types, are one of the lucky ones.

because it is thanks to this, it protects them from having their choice taken away by both their parents and doctors when they get surgery without their consent or full understanding of whats going on.

that choice is theirs to make, not the parents or the rest of their family or even the doctors.

a family or the doctors should never take that choice away,

it isn’t right and it could end up harming the baby if they do the surgery too early in their life.

well I can think of another harm that can be for a baby, if they died in a past life because of some dirty shisno...

I’m gonna try to hope my pendulum is just on one of it’s pranks

when it came to asking about one of my past lives....

cause if it turns out to be true, I have a right to dislike dirty shisnos like that.

also I think the name Twilightner for the Players who play Deltarune, fits perfectly.

and the Darkners being Tulpa would make sense,

being creations of both Monsters and Humans who are known as Lightners.

and a Twilightner would between being a Darkner and Lightner, so it would make sense if the Players of Deltarune, would be called Twilightners.

I hope I can come up with the new username today, I will have to make sure to put down my former username on my new drawing posts too, so there will be no misunderstandings.

I still have to try to hope that the double check of what my blood type

will be more successful when we try again.

I also hope that Deltarune when all the chapters are fully complete,

that it will get it’s own game card for the Nintendo Switch like Undertale did.

it be nice if Temmie’s new games ended up on the Nintendo Switch too,

like in their own Nintendo Switch Game Case with the game card for the games on the inside.

I don’t suspect Cuphead Game getting a game card for the Nintendo Switch any time soon, even if the game is downloadable.

some will make the game case (like for the Xbox.)

but a game disc wont be inside, just some info and a art of the characters from the game.

but if the Cuphead Game already has a game card and disc for both Nintendo Switch and Xbox One, it wouldn’t hurt looking it up and keeping a eye out for them.

like waiting for a video game of Doki Doki Literature Club for the Nintendo Switch or Xbox One.

yeah the Doki Doki Literature Club Plus is on the Nintendo Switch, which I can’t wait to play it.

I’m listening to Good For You From Dear Evan Hansen.

I can think of some Ancestor Grandpas that that song would fit perfectly.

with their descendants singing it to them.

also I did do a fan art that had a intersex Imp, which I want to be like a Crossover type OC, like a Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss.

I did check to see if there were other Imps in the show

that had the same type of horns as them, but so far none.

so the idea of Intersex Imps having horns that can appear a bit different than the female and male horns, could hint they were born Intersex.

Millie’s sister is one of the transwomen characters in Helluva Boss.

I’m not sure how many they will be, but it be nice if Nonbinary was added.

some who are Nonbinary will go by them/they,

while some will still go by he/him or she/her,

and if a Nonbinary person ends up becoming Trans too,

they could have a bigender identity.

I guess I’m still in the Chrysalis stage,

like I could still go by Gyno-Agender

but what if I’m more of a Feminine-Nonbinary..?

I have seen the Gyno-Agender as type of bigender Identity...

and I wonder if I do figure out that I am more Feminine-Nonbinary,

would that still make me bigender....?

I think I will go watch Steven Universe Movie after I post this...

I will still stay signed in, as I do plan to check out some stuff on here.

plus maybe while watching the movie I can decide on a new username.

anyway like I said, knowing it was possible that some might not of seen that post right away and well I had decided to look up the info about the whole changing my tumblr username myself.

which did help, so if I decide on a new username today

will change it later maybe after I watch Steven Universe Movie

and check out some stuff on here too.

is it weird I can’t help but think if there was Goddess parody of

“Let Us Adore You”

that Athena would be the Yellow Diamond,

Selena would be Blue Diamond,

and Hera would be White Diamond...?

and given how White acted before, Hera would be perfect for the role.

as to who would be the Pink Diamond,

I would say one of the Earth Goddesses.

I can’t help but think that Steven’s parents

were kind of Toxic, yeah they were good but they were also bad at the same time.

and Steven did point this out when talking about his Mom after finding out her secret, as well as pointed out that his dad is just like her.

even if Greg is a good dad in some points, he was still bad at the points that he did neglect Steven....

I mean not neglect in the other sense, but more like in all the times he made money in his car wash and even got all that money from Sourcream’s Bio-Dad.

he never once took Steven to see a doctor or get him into school

or get him a home school tutor.

yeah Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst can help him with gem stuff...

but Steven is still half-human, and I can’t help but be disappointed in Greg

when he just says “your a gem” and not thinking that Steven might need both his halves cared for equally.

it was good that Doctor Maheswaran saw Steven when she did,

and it was good that she could see that Greg has been neglectful to Steven’s needs, like needing to see a doctor for one.

some family who aren’t able to go to a doctor or to a school,

have a good excuse and at times will end up getting help with that.

Greg might of had a bad relationship with his parents,

but it doesn’t mean he was 100% in the right.

maybe like only partly....I understand he would need to hide his music from them.

but it is possible in theory, that the reason why he wasn’t allowed to have music.

might have to do with one of his parents having sensitive hearing

and couldn’t take very loud music if Greg had a habit of playing his music really loud and not given the consideration that it might be hurting one of his parents.

if there was a AU where after Steven left Beach City to go live with his Father’s parents in secret but still travel at times....

then if Steven told his grandparents about his life and how his dad raised him but at same time didn’t....

I guess his Grandparents could end up becoming accepting that at least he had his Mother’s friends to raise him but be a bit disappointed they didn’t tend to the other needs he needed in his life, but could point out they still had good hearts.

but could still express disappointment in Greg,

who knows most of how Earth is like and could of helped their Grandson’s adoptive mother figures more.

there can be two sides to every story, and if there is a canon comic

where Greg goes to make up and reconnect with his parents after he fully realizes what they did to him, is just what he was doing to Steven but still being slightly different.

even Blue started to realize her mistake with handling Pink.

but even if Pink didn’t deserve most of her punishments,

but with how Pink acted most of the time, like with her destructive powers...

some of the punishments might of been what she deserved.

she was the first gem to become a Mother,

showing that it is possible for sexless/feminine identity polymorphic gem humanoids, to create a new life without taking life from organic life.

anyway I’m gonna go watch Steven Universe Movie now.

see ya later and stay safe everyone.

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Murder on the Air!

Art by Alfred https://altried.tumblr.com/post/190010451473/my-take-on-human-alastor-i-like-to-think-he-is

Character profile

Name: Alastor (meaning Greek spirit of vengeance/tormentor)

Birth: January 24th 1896, New Orleans, Louisiana (VA Edward Bosco’s birthday is January 24, 1986)

Human name: Alastor Roscoe Duvalier Cajun (Roscoe means deer forest and is also an old term for a handgun. Duvalier is last name of Voodoo genocidal dictator of Haiti.)

Race: Part White (French-American from his father) part Creole (Native American and African-American from his mother).

Hair color: Brown (red and black in Hell) usually short, sometimes in a small ponytail or brown ends reaching slightly past his ears

Eye color: Brown (red in Hell)

Skin color: Light brown (pale gray in Hell) thin pointed chin, lanky agile body

Clothing: brown/white nice shirts with bow ties, dress coats, hunting boots, wine colored pants, the occasional top hat with voodoo pins sticking from the top.

Items: Hunting rifle given to him by his father, sharp knives, a staff with a microphone on it decorated with small golden antlers curved near the top. (The staff became a red vintage microphone with an eye and magic powers in Hell that became part of him as per the deal he took)

Date of death: 1933

Cause of death: Bitten by dog with rabies, experienced hallucinations, inflamed brain, strange excitement and paranoia. When he sees water, it’s nothing but alligators, leeches and the darkness of an ocean. He ran from police and into the woods at night. The police sent several police dogs after him, appearing to Alastor as werewolves. He encounters Hustle, a deer hunter, yelling in agony, almost caught by police. Hustle alerts the police to his location, saying “Target criminal’s over here!” Alastor grabs the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between the eyes. His body is mauled by the police dogs and the hunter sinks down to his knees in shock and fear.

Demonic life: deer demon, overlord, radio host. His deer-like shadow has a mind of its own and reveals his true feelings.

Likes: cooking, singing, dancing, electro swing, Rosie, Mimzy, Charlie (as a friend), his mother, hunting and skinning deer, being out in nature, people failing, dark coffee, the Picture Show, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, theater, liquor, dad jokes, Jambalaya, epicurean food, making voodoo dolls of the Hazbin characters

Dislikes: being touched, strawberries, post 30’s technology, dogs, anything sweet, frowning, Vox, his father, Angel’s sexual remarks, tea, spray can foods, ketchup

Abilities: supernatural powers, voodoo, radio broadcasting, shadow manipulation, warping space, singing, charm

Kalfu is Alastor’s main voodoo deity, as both are destroyers and dark sorcerers.

Mother:

Loretta Marie Duvalier (last name became Cajun): (named after Loretta Petit, real life American radio personality born in New Orleans. Duvalier is last name of Voodoo genocidal dictator of Haiti.)

Speaks French. As a human, she had dark skin, thick black short hair and often wore bonnets, dresses, and on occasion, charms around her neck. She went to Heaven for her selfless actions in comforting Alastor when he was bullied and abused. She was the only source of light in his life before he snapped.

Her voodoo deity is Erzulie, the goddess of beauty, love, femininity and motherhood.

Alastor secretly cuddles with a voodoo doll of his mother every night.

Father:

Louis Francois Cajun: White man and Christian French immigrant, descendant of two French Canadians. He fell in love with Loretta, but bi-racial marriage was frowned upon, so they held it in secret. He is a skilled hunter and taught Alastor to hunt deer and game at a young age. When Alastor was younger, he told him to “beware the gators” in the nearby swamp. As Alastor grew older, he became more abusive to him, even molested him after sleeping with another woman on a Friday the 13th. He died brutally by Alastor in the 1920s/30s.

Louis became an oppressive black deer overlord but was defeated by Alastor a second time.

In Alastor’s vision, Louis is represented by Ogun, god associated with dogs, warriors, hunters, conflict. He’s symbolized by an iron knife and has fondness for pretty women and rum.

Racheil: Alastor’s friend and love interest (though he doesn’t want sex or serious romance.) She has short blonde hair and looks similar to Charlie in dapper clothes. She, like Charlie, is nice to him and loves to dance and sing. She tries to help him become a better person but after he snapped, she broke up with him and left him to solve his own problems. She almost got stabbed b him but managed to escape with her wife Agatha (whom she had married in private).

In Alastor’s dream, she appears as Oshun, a goddess connected to beauty, sexuality, wealth, pleasure, and rivers.

Alastor later makes a voodoo doll of Racheil’s similar counterpart, Charlie along with dolls representing the other characters.

Mimzy: Alastor’s friend and temporary love interest (Alastor liked to flirt with her but didn’t want to get intimate nor be tied down). Mimzy likes singing, jazz, desserts and doughnuts. She doesn’t like rock. Confident in her singing, she is the owner of a jazz club, both on Earth and in Hell. She is a short, chubby woman who wears pink/purple flapper dresses, a headband with pink feathers and short blonde hair. Her eyes were blue and her skin white as a human, in Hell her eyes were black with hot pink pupils.

Mimzy and Alastor sing several duets together on stage in both realms and even share a kiss much to the disgust of a jealous (human) Husk. As time went on however, Mimzy started falling head over heels for him, while Alastor wanted to stay friends. (She heard about his radio shows but didn’t suspect he was the killer until later). One night, a love crazed Mimzy (who had also had several drinks) tried to undress him and even reached for his private parts. He shoved her off and threatened to kill her if she assaulted him again. Then she realized in shock that he was the serial killer when he defended himself with a bloodstained knife. She tried to call for help, but he choked her with an insane look in his eyes.

Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Mimzy in his lair with the straw arms missing.

Rosie: Alastor’s friend, fellow overlord, and associate. Rosie wears dark pink dresses, and a large pink hat with skulls, pink feathers, and black flowers on it in Hell. She has black eyes and sharp teeth. She is the owner of her emporium, after Franklin got eaten by demons.

As a human, Rosie looked similar to Mary Poppins: black hair, white skin, elegant dresses and an umbrella in her hands. She owned an emporium on Earth. Alastor used to sing with her and help her out like a gentleman. However, this was before he became insane. Rosie went to Hell after forcing her employees to work long hours with hardly any breaks (It was during a time where people worked their lives away). Like in Hell, she was self-centered and didn’t hesitate to overpower others to fulfill her ends. Hence, she became an overlord due to the impact of her evil actions.

According to Vivziepop, their relationship is similar to Jack and Mary’s relationship from Mary Poppins: both Jack and Alastor help out their lady friends and are polite to them. Like Mary, Rosie is stern, sophisticated, elegant, and a perfectionist. She’s “practically perfect in every way” at least in her opinion. Both Rosie and Alastor love singing, dancing, performing, and killing people. The three of them met up with Mimzy and all sang together.

Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Rosie in his lair.

However, Rosie, like nearly everyone in Hell, has an agenda of her own: using Alastor to further her status. In fact, she often views those around her as mere friends and servants who purpose is to make her life easy and orderly. She, along with Vox, Valentino, Katie, and Sir Pentious are listed as antagonists.

Niffty: A small cyclops demon with a hot pink skirt and short pink hair with a yellow undertone. She is the maid for the Hazbin Hotel: she cleans the rooms, cooks meals and likes to sew, read and write. She is obsessed with men and was summoned by Alastor. She died in the 1950s as a Japanese-American woman at age 22. She is hyperactive and fast…and also a hopeless romantic who indulges in her own fantasies. Niffty isn’t afraid to use manipulation to get her way. Alastor summoned her from the fireplace but before that, he had charmed her into making a deal with him shortly after she arrived in Hell.

Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Niffty in his lair.

Husk: A black and white cat demon with red wings with card suits on them. He has long red eyebrows, wears a black hat and wears a large red bow tie. Husk loves drinking, gambling, cards and magic shows. As a human, Husk interacted with Alastor as a broad man with short black hair. He went off to serve in the Vietnam War, gambling and drinking his problems away. He died in the 1970s.

In Hell, Alastor summons the grumpy bad-mouthed Husk to help man the front desk of the hotel for “charity work” and transports him there. Alastor got Husk to make a deal with him by promising him booze, cigars, and drinks spiked with catnip. Husk can speak many languages and is good with children.

Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Husk in his lair.

Alastor’s ancestor from his father’s side: Marie LaLaurie, (1787-1849) real life New Orleans serial killer, cruel to Creole slaves

Dr. Facilier: distant relative

Alastor’s cousin from his mother’s side: Clementine Barnabet: (1894-1923) real life Louisiana voodoo priestess and serial killer, killed families with an axe.

Real life Axeman of New Orleans serial killer 1918-1919

Killed women and primarily used an axe. Spared those who played jazz in their homes

Albert Fish: serial killer, child rapist and cannibal 1924-1932 crimes, died in 1936

Chapter 1: “Down in New Orleans”

Alastor’s mother gives birth to him at 3:00am. It was an early birth and she almost died in the process. He was also born premature (3 weeks early) via C-section. Everything else starts off perfectly normal, with baby and kid Alastor loving his parents and enjoying music at every turn. During this time, Alastor is oblivious to discrimination.

Both his father and mother tell him “you’re never fully dressed without a smile,” a message that would impact him for the rest of his life. “Frowning shows weakness,” according to his father and his mother says that “be happy and people will like you more.”

One of his favorite memories was listening to music on the radio in the car with his parents.

Family members and friends say “Mais cher!” (Glad to see you).

Alastor and his mother carry gris-gris amulets for good luck.

Chapter 2: “Theatrical Geek”

1900: age 5

Alastor discovers his love of theater at school and his mother’s jambalaya. He discovers his intense love of cooking and learns how to make jambalaya and other Creole foods. He brags that his mother’s cooking is the best and hopes that he can do an even better job. The elementary school kids pick on him for being awkward, bi racial, thin looking and a nerd. (The bullying gets worse when he goes into middle and high school, when he doesn’t display an interest in girls.) His dad slaps him for the first time for not getting into sports and bringing mud from his shoes into the house.

Francois: “You can’t kick a ball, you do bad at school, I bet you couldn’t even lift up an axe with those puny muscles.”

When Alastor’s father watches football in person, he yells “Who tat!” after the team scores, while a young Alastor is bored.

Alastor says “I hate noodle juice!” after trying tea.

Alastor is considered black based on the one drop rule. Alastor has light brown skin but not as dark as his mother’s nor pale white like his father’s.

Alastor’s favorite classes are music, theater, and French. (he never was much of a math person).

Alastor and several kids go into a swamp on a dare. Alastor’s dad told him to “beware the gators.” They got separated and one of the kids got eaten by one. The other kid screamed but Alastor, though shocked at first, just watched in fascination. “So that’s what happens when people are eaten, they scream and flail, and a whole bunch of blood squirts everywhere. How painful would it be to have those teeth tear through your flesh and fell yourself getting swallowed…glad that’s not me.” It was akin to him watching an animal documentary on an old TV.

Dream 1: Alastor frequently dreams he is an innocent carefree light red young deer who dresses in extravagant costumes and sings while everyone cheers him on. They call him “The Radio Deerman.”

Dream 2: Alastor evades an alligator who represents his dad, but soon gets eaten and wakes up.

Chapter 3: “Deer Hunting and Mardi Gras”

1903: age 8

Alastor’s father takes him deer hunting and teaches him how to skin a deer for venison and fur. The young boy is sacred at first, but soon finds the process fascinating.

Alastor gets beaten up by his drunken father, while his mother is too sacred to do anything.

Alastor is also introduced to Voodoo via his mother, and he finds the concept of animal sacrifices both horrifying and interesting. But his mother also tells him to not listen to the negative stereotypes placed on the Creole and to decide for himself what’s good or bad. His Christian father brushes it off as nonsense.

The family also celebrates Mardi Gras and goes to Antonnie’s Restaurant. At Mardi Gras, Alastor finds joy in singing, dancing, and the elaborate costumes and music…letting out his theatrical side. However, the other kids from school are mean to Alastor, not even letting him near the front of the Mardi Gras float. They yell “Throw me something, Mista!” and manage to catch beads, cups and fake gems, leaving Alastor catching nothing.

Alastor and his family frequently chant “laissez les bon temps rouler” (let the good times roll”

After being bullied and beaten by two mean brothers, Alastor sneaks into their yard and kills their dog using his gun. He is grounded for several weeks by his mother and made to read/memorize Bible passages by his father.

Chapter 4: “Freak Show”

1907: age 12

Alastor is diagnosed with anxiety, narcissism and psychopathic tendencies. He is bullied in middle school and is not interested in sex and girls like the other boys. He finds it gross and pointless.

Francois: “Why did I ever agree to raise such a sissy? That boy’s probably running off with other boys like a deranged faggot! I’ve told you before, Loretta, that he’s been influenced by the Devil from the start…”

Loretta: “Tell it to Sweeney! Bushwa! That be foolish nonsense! He’s our son, let ‘im live his life! You call ‘im a “pussy” but I bet he’d be more of a man than you, sometimes!”

Francois: (lands a bruise on her shoulder) “Don’t you forget who the head of this house is. My house, my rules to follow.”

Loretta: “You be drinkin’ too much again. I’m not gonna make life easy for you if you keep badmouthing about Alastor!”

Francois: “He’s not normal. He’s weak, antisocial, and a mixed creep. I don’t know how you put up with him.”

Loretta: “Despite his…quirks, I know he’s an independent, and amazing young man. Despite being busy, I’ve been blessed to watch Alastor grow up. Heh, he’s an even better cook than I am now.”

Francois: “No. There’s something wrong with him. You’ve been lecturing him about hoodoo and voodoo too much. He’s obsessed with the supernatural and Satanism. I don’t know why I was briefly curious about voodoo when I was a young adult.”

Loretta: “You wouldn’t have met me, otherwise. You say somethin’ wrong with ‘im? (points at his chest) Who might be da influence of that?”

Francois: “Lo, we have to put a stop to his erratic behavior. If religious training won’t work…”

Loretta: “…then just waitin’ and letting life take its course, will.”

Alastor has fun with his parents at a circus. A fortune teller reveals his Tarot cards to him: the Fool for his childhood (innocence and exploration) Hermit for his teenage years (isolation) Justice for his adulthood (adding to karma) and the Devil for his years past 30.

One traumatic day, Alastor’s father sleeps with other women behind his wife’s back, and Alastor witnesses the act, terrified. His father finds out and proceeds to kick him, to molest him and rape him from behind, penis shoved in and out of him, Alastor feeling helpless. The father even calls him a homosexual bitch and to “teach him a lesson.” After it’s too late, his mother runs in to comfort him after his father leaves.

It is at this point that Alastor wonders what it’d feel like to kill/eat a human being. Because of his father, he hates sex and being touched.

Chapter 5: “Deal with the Other Side”

1910: age 15

Alastor finds a Satanic ritual book that a group of imps called K.I.L.L. accidentally left behind. He makes a deal with some evil Loas: gain unlimited power in the afterlife at the cost of a loved one’s life and his own.

Unbeknownst to him, a wendigo shadow version of himself is conceived inside his head after he reads a spell, later manifesting itself as his darkest thoughts and primitive urges…furthering his decent into madness.

He practices using a gun, ax, and knife, quickly mastering them. He also creates voodoo dolls in secret.

Alastor kills his first human with a knife after a white man insults him for being Creole and of mixed race (part white from his European father, part Creole/African/Native American from his brown-skinned mother).

For the first time, Alastor feels powerful as well as shocked. He was worried that he would get caught. When he didn’t…he wondered what it’d be like to do it again.

Though Alastor’s mother let’s Alastor do what he wants, she also warns him to be careful with the dark Loas. Both his parents encourage Alastor to continue hunting and defending himself. (Though both aren’t aware of the murder).

Chapter 6: “Radio Host”

1911: age 16

Alastor starts his job as a radio host and DJ, earning more money to support his family. (Though his father still verbally insults him every day and his mother is often working.) He discovers dad jokes and electro swing, getting back into his love of theater and dance. He loved dark coffee and drank liquor at Mardi Gras, where he danced with Mimzy at a jazz club and met Racheil.

“Hello sheba!” Alastor and Husk think when they see Mimzy, a sexually desirable woman.

Mimzy is short and plump, with a feathered hat, large thighs, white skin and short white hair. Her dress is magenta and she wears a headband with a large magenta feather. She also wears a necklace with a round pink gem. She and Alastor share several kisses. Husk gets jealous and tries to flirt with Mimzy, to no avail.

Mimzy orders sinkers (doughnuts) every day “I’d like three sinkers, por favor!” she says.

Racheil, Husk, Mimzy and Alastor greet each other with “Mais cher!”

Husk drinks “giggle water” (liquor) and is “dissafied” (drunk)

Alastor calls Mimzy a “doll” and “dame” (both mean beautiful women

Chapter 7: “Radio Career”

1920: age 25

Alastor now has his own radio show and studio. Alastor meets Mimzy (owner of a jazz club) and they sing several duets at a jazz concert. Both his parents slightly suspect that he’s the Deer Devil serial killer but, of course, don’t say anything. He meets Husk as well (and later makes a deal with him in Hell). He also does dad jokes and sometimes performs in a band, much to the delight of Mimzy and Rachiel. Mimzy, Husk, and Racheil become his only three friends.

Dream 2: Alastor dreams he is a grown red buck, enjoying life but running from hunters, who represent the elite, and a demonic alligator, representing his father. His mother appears as an angelic Voodoo priestess with eagle wings creating Thunder.

Racheil asks Alastor to marry her, while Mimzy falls deeper in love with him. Alastor is affectionate with them, but doesn’t want to be tied down in marriage. Racheil orders a snowball (snowcone) and becomes suspicious of her lover/best friend.

Alastor refers to Mimzy (and sometimes Racheil) as “bearcats”: women with fiery streaks. Both Mimzy and Alastor are swanky (use their wealth/knowledge/skill to impress others) while performing.

Chapter 8: “Stock Market Crash”

1929: age 34

Hell, March 13, 1919 1929 Stock Market Crash

Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans: The Axeman The Deer Devil

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the sound waves that surround your earth. I am not a human being, but a demon and overlord from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call the Deer Devil. Down here, I’m the inevitable Radio Demon.

When I see fit, I shall appear and claim other victims as I see fit. I alone know whom they shall be. No clues will be left behind, save for what you might hear on the next broadcast.

Tell the police and the racist, elite scum of the world to beware. Let them try not to discover who I am, for it’d be better for them not to have been born than to incur the wrath of the Deer Devil. You’ll have a deer in the headlights look and won’t have any idea what hit you until after it’s too late.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a monster and murderer. But if I wanted to hurt anyone else here, I would have done so already. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. I could kill every one of your best and worst citizens, for I am in a close relationship with the Shadows of the Other Side.

At 6:06 pm next Friday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans and then visit those in Hell. I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, electro swing, and jambalaya. I swear by all the Loas and deities that I will spare those who can provide me with some great entertainment when I visit. Word of warning, I can read you people like a book, and see into your very souls. Anyone foolish enough to challenge me will have their corpses consumed and their screams muffled by the lovely sound of jazz bands jamming the night away.

I have been, am, and will be, the worst spirit that ever existed in fact, fantasy, or realm of Hazbins.

Smile and stay tuned!

~Deer Devil (Alastor)

Racheil breaks up with him after growing tired of Alastor being self-centered and hungry for money, and his indifference to the murders. She thought he could be a good person, but left and told him he had to redeem himself on his own. She calls him a “grifter” (con man) after discovering he sometimes made deals.

Husk remarks to others that Alastor got the “icy mitt” (meaning he got rejected.) He tries to flirt with Racheil but she claims she has to go. Fortunately, Alastor doesn’t hear him or pay attention.

At this point, Mimzy grows suspicious of Alastor and soon finds out that he’s the serial killer. He sees her and dances with her one last time. He describes how joyful it is to kill cruel racist people. Mimzy says she’s worried about him and reaches toward the old rotary phone on a counter. Thinking that she’d call the police, Alastor chokes and kills her in a frenzy before sadly holding her dead body.

Alastor was sad after her death but once in Hell (1933), he met up with her again at her jazz club, singing and dancing with her, even giving her a hug during the time of his conquests. He made deals with Niffty, Husk, Mimzy, and Rosie, with only Husk and Niffty being under his control to an extent.

Alastor becomes the most well-known radio show-host in New Orleans. He thrives in money and material things (good food, wine, radios, cigarettes, a new staff with a circular microphone and miniature antlers made from gold around it. and outfits) But no one else except his parents knows that he is the infamous “Deer Devil” serial killer. Now he enjoys seeing orphans and children in misery, reminding him that he was better off than many. He makes shady deals, announcements on various murders and tells dad jokes as electro swing music plays.

Alastor also eats pig meat, deer meat and human meat, along with jambalaya and a jorum of skee (hard liquor) that he stole from Husk. He announces the murders on the air in detail, all with a cheerful tone.

He kills his victims in various ways: some hanging from trees with their organs spilled out, some buttered and eaten, others buried alive, some people shot and stabbed when he doesn’t feel like dragging it out. He’ll often poison other’s food/drinks and watch their reactions with a grin on his face. He enjoys tricking others into corners/tight spots so he doesn’t have to run after them. He’s found of pranks, especially deadly ones done on others. He saves brutal killings for racist men and women and those who think ill of him and his show. He becomes known as the “Deer Devil Dealer of New Orleans.” He only started killing people and animals at random after his mother died and he lost his mind.

Both his parents eventually figure out that Alastor is a serial killer and practices Voodoo (though his mother knew about him doing Voodoo all along but was upset that he turned to the dark side). His father threatens to kill him or send him away to jail but his mother looks at him sadly, still loving him. “Go to Hell!” his father says, “…and may the Devil have no mercy on your already tainted soul.” Alastor is kicked out of the house by his father, but Alastor promises to visit his mother in secret.

Chapter 9: “A Great Depression”

1930: age 35

The event hits the family hard, and Alastor’s mother is out of a job. Only cans of food and the occasional game are enough to sustain them. Alastor kills and eats people, those who were racist, rich, or looked upon him in disgust. He then saw others as nothing more than prey to be played with.

His family is mocked by others as dewdroppers (lazy and unemployed)

Husk and Alastor part ways, both sharing their troubles (Husk going to the Vietnam War in the future, gambling and drinking his life away.)

Alastor’s father drinks alcohol, does drugs and sleeps with other women. When Alastor visits again, he gets whipped by his father and raped yet again for “being a pussy and not being a proper man.” Again, Alastor’s mother doesn’t do anything to stop him because she’s too scared.

Worse, yet, Alastor’s mother falls gravely ill due to the flu and stress and the family can’t afford medication to help her. (or more accurately, medications aren’t being offered to families of color/mixed race. Francois considers this God’s punishment on Loretta and Alastor for their occupations (ignoring his own sins).

Alastor’s mother gets badly beaten and shot in the stomach by her husband. The father is later arrested outside (due to a neighbor calling the police). Alastor cries in agony as his mother dies in front of him. He later says grace over dinner and eats her remains on top of jambalaya. He cries hard for the rest of the day, cuts himself, and doesn’t eat anything for days…spiraling into a great depression.

After his mother’s death, Alastor lost his remaining traits of humanity…succumbing to his demonic nature. At that point, he didn’t care who he ate and/or killed…it was the last think he could do to keep himself sane along with drinking liquor, coffee, sewing voodoo dolls, and broadcasting the murders by himself.

Dream 3: He has nightmares about a demonic skeletal deer covered with maggots and sores with chunks of meat over bone and one eye hanging loose running after him. He finds himself in a dark snowy forest, a fierce biting wind. After it seemed like he had been defeated by the monster, Alastor looks into a puddle and sees another, far worse monster, a demonic wendigo reflection staring back at him…Alastor sees a horned face and malnourished skeletal body, ripped red pinstriped dress coat, four clawed hands, red and black hair and red eyes, sharp teeth, large black antlers…the wendigo form resembling his current demonic form in Hell. After killing the alligator representing his father, the wendigo Alastor look-alike shadow appears and says “This is who you really are,” before Alastor wakes up.

Two days later, his father is set free with only a slap on the wrist. Alastor tracks him down to a local bar. (Although he usually doesn’t stalk or chase his victims as it breaks his moral code, but his dad is an exception. Also following others/sneaking toward them are often required to kill others.) His father had been secretly afraid that Alastor would be stronger and would want to kill him, thus proving his son more dominant than himself. He had weapons ready, but Alastor had set up several traps in advance. Though Alastor was physically weaker than his father, he was very clever. He had packed a backpack of all his weapons, rope and essential tools. His father says “You and your heathen mother deserve to die” only for Alastor to respond, “Nobody talks about my mama that way.” Seeing his father knocked out, Alastor raises his knife to kill him but stops. That would merely be too easy. He supports him by the shoulders, pretending to be concerned for him as onlookers watched in shock, “It’s okay sir, you just fainted from the heat. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.” He takes him deep in the forest and chuckles darkly.

Alastor knocks him out and ties him to a tree in a forest, waiting until he wakes up. He starts (smiling the whole time) by slicing off his father’s dick among his father’s cussing (“when you screwed me once”), inserting a hot knife inside his father’s privates (“when you screwed me again”) then slicing off his ears (“this is for all the times when you wouldn’t listen to me”), shoving his own severed penis down his throat (“When you shoved your macho beliefs down my throat”) he whips him, then slowly cuts deep down his chest with a chainsaw, organs revealed (“this is for mama”) and finally shots him in the heart (“and this is for me, you heartless bastard.”) He eats his father’s flesh over jambalaya and it’s the best meal he’s ever had.

Chapter 10: “Death by Dogs”

1933 age 38.

Alastor is eventually tracked down when he accidentally laughs too much when describing his father’s death on the radio.

Additionally, Racheil finds out about Alastor’s killings back at his house, as she walked with her new wife Agatha. Seeing stuffed deer around the house and Alastor holding a bloody knife, she knew at that moment he was the Deer Devil. She screams for help, alerting the neighbors who call the police. Agatha kicks Alastor in the groin, allowing her and Racheil to escape. Knowing that he had finally been discovered, Alastor fled.

Death:

Not too long before the police discover where he is, Alastor gets bitten by a rabies infested dog. For the next several hours, Alastor experiences hallucinations, paranoia, brain inflammation and a fear of water. In water, all he sees is leeches and alligators. In his hallucinations, he is being watched by a wendigo. The police chase Alastor though the dark woods, police dogs hot on the trail. A local deer hunter, Hustle, joins in on the chase. Alastor navigates the woods, trying to find a place to hide. He experiences extreme agony when the deer hunter spots him, pointing a rifle at him. The hunter announces his location to the police. Seeing no other way out other than pain and imprisonment, Alastor takes the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between his eyes. The police dogs maul his dead body and the hunter sinks to his knees in shock and terror. Strangely enough, Alastor dies with a creepy smile on his face, the mark of Kalfu appearing behind his cold neck, unnoticed by anyone.

1920s slang:

Cancelled stamp - a shy, lonely female, the type one would describe as a “wallflower”

Pachuca - Female Mexican living in America

Berries - Something that is good, desirable or pleasing

Ringers - Fake Dumb Dora - Unintelligent woman Gasper - Cigarette Big House - Jail Can - Jail Hitting on all eights - Go well Hoods - Criminals Palookas - Men, probably not very smart Phonus Balonus - Nonsense Hombres – Men

Quilt - Alcohol that warms you up Boob - An idiot Broad - Lady Chippy - Woman of easy virtue (loose woman) Egg - Man Duck soup - Easy Kale - Money Big Sleep - Death Hooches - Boot-legged liquor Wise head - Smart Fuzz - Police Butter and egg men - Men with the bankroll Zozzled - Drunk (shitfaced) Dishes - Pretty women Jam - Trouble/ Tight spot Bee's Knee's - Extraordinary Giggle juice - Alcohol Chin music - Punch to the jaw Screwy - Crazy Clean sneak - An escape with no clues left behind

What's eating you? - What's wrong? Crumb - Hopeless Behind the eight ball - Down on one's luck Doozy - Problem Flophouse - A cheap transient hotel where a lot of men sleep in large rooms Twenty large - $20,000 Egg - Man Mazuma - Money Dumb Dora - Unintelligent woman Dusting out - Disappearing Juice - Debt Trouble boys - Gangsters Swell - Good

Rubes - Unsophisticated people Ethel - Effeminate man Scram out - Get lost Socked - Punched Kittens - Young girls Big shot - Important individual Greens - Cash Flophouse - A cheap transient hotel where a lot of men sleep in large rooms Wop - Racial slur for Italian (A/N: It's been confirmed by Vivziepop that Angel is Italian!) Dincher - Half-smoked cigarette Lam off - Run away Hinky - Suspicious Broad - Woman Butt - Cigarette Foot juice - Cheap alcohol Owl - Someone who stays out late at night Necking - Kisses on the neck Gowed-up - High Balled-up - Messed up Four-flushing - Feigning wealth while mooching off others Dewdropping - Sleeps all day and doesn't have a job Dope fiend - Drug addict Slay - Make one laugh Gin mill - Bar Grummy - Depressed Jam - A tight spot What's eating her? - What's wrong with her? Zozzled - Drunk (shitfaced) Bearcat - A fiery and vivacious woman Beef - Problem Sap - Useless person Bull - Bullshit Crepe hanger - Reformer Goof - Idiot Swanky - High-class Bird – Person

Ankle - Walk Poke - Bankroll Break it up - Stop that, quit the nonsense Potty - Slightly crazy, insane Breeze - Easy Beat one's gums - Idle chatter Fuzz - Police Heebie-Jeebies - The jitters, anxiety Capers - Crimes Cut dead - Ostracised Razz - To make fun of or take the piss out of, heckle High-hat – Snub

Dincher - Half-smoked cigarette Cut down - Murdered Wet - Stupid Sheba - Woman with sex appeal Quiff - Cheap prostitute Mac - Man Bull Session - Male talkfest, gossip, stories of sexual exploits Beeswax - Business Croak - Kill Alderman - Pot belly Steam up - Get angry Nookie - Sex Twist - Woman Make whoopee - Have sex Got lathered - Got mad Dogs - Feet Nudnik - Stupid man Bim - Girl Whisper Sister - Female proprietor of a speakeasy Moneybags - Testicles Jive - Unpleasant talk

Soupbone - Penis Cheaters - Glasses Socked - Punched Twist - Girl Make whoopee - Have sex John - Toilet Bum-rushed - ejection by force from an establishment Chivved - Cut Crackjob - Psychopath Palooka - Stupid man Skirt - Woman Over the edge - Crazy, insane Hot dog - Penis Deck of Luckies - Pack of cigarettes

Crumb - Hopeless Square - Honest Chicago lightning - Gunfire Greens - Money Copper - Police Bushwa - Bullshit Big Cheeses - Someone of importance and influence Cats - Men Weak sister - Pushover Bump gum's - To talk about nothing worthwhile Chinning - Talking Downer - Depressing feeling Bearcat - Very fiery and vivacious girl Gayly – Happily

Hoods - Criminals Get a wiggle on - To make a move Pachuca - Female Mexican living in America (A/N: Not correct as Vaggie is Salvadoran!) Bird - Person Paste - Punch Take the air - Get lost Bruno - Tough guy Dangle - Leave Rubes - Unsophisticated people Big Six - Tough guy Broads - Women Dumbbell - Idiot Bug-Eyed Betty - Unattractive woman Get in a lather - Throw a fuss Bluenose - Prude Jake - Great Sheik - A man with sex appeal

Jam - Tight spot Button - Nose Gas - Joke Pos-i-lute-ly - Affirmative Dogs - Feet Ankled - Walked Ms Grundy - Boring and uninteresting woman

Ankling - Walking Wet blanket - A killjoy Bozos - A stupid or foolish person Hombre - Man Kisser - Punch Schnozzle - Nose Cast a kitten - Throw a fuss Lather - Fuss Left - Wrong Over the edge - Crazy Crackers - Insane Go jump in a lake - You're crazy Joe Brooks - Smart and well-dressed man Looker - Attractive Flat tire - Bore/ Boring Nerts - Crazy Mustard plaster - Unwelcome guy who sticks around Butter and egg men - Money men Ankle - Walk Swell - Good Cat's Meow - Something splendid or stylish; similar to bee's knees; The best or greatest

Lammed off - Ran off Boiler - Car Sap - A dumb guy Broad - Woman Big One - Death Hoeey - Nonsense/ Bullshit Gumshoe - Detective Peeper - Detective Gas - Joke Bozo - Stupid or foolish person

Frau - Wife Frail - Woman Dry-gulched - Knock out, hit on head after ambushing Hombres - Men Jive - Unpleasant talk Wherewithal - Money or other means needed for a particular purpose Bull - Nonsense In the soup - In trouble Elephant ear's - The police Bootless - Hopeless Barbering - Talking Plugs - People Dumb Dora - Unintelligent woman Loggerheads - To strongly disagree Attagirl: Well done Mazuma - Money Call copper - Police informant Clip - Shot Hooch - Liquor Trouble boys - Gangsters Pinching - Arresting/ Capturing

Tip a few - Have a few drinks Earful - Warning Zotzing - Killings And how - I agree Beeswax - Business Egg - Man Don't take any wooden nickels - Don't do anything stupid Zozzled - Drunk/ Shitfaced Rubes - Unsophisticated men Buddy Roe - A threatening form of address for a male in the South Beef - Problem Dry-gulched - Knock out, hit on head after ambushing Glaum - Steal Spifflicated - Drunk, intoxicated Kisses - Punches Jobbie - Boy Yahoos - Clumsy, unsophisticated people Conking – Hitting

Socking - Punch Sap - Pitiful person Trap - Mouth Mitts - Hands Pipe - Throat Dormy - Dormant Snowbird - Cocaine addict Nose-candy - Cocaine Hightail - Hurry Elbows - Police Crummy - Lousy Hayburner - Gas-guzzling vehicle Frau - Wife Egg - Man Big Shot - Important person Off the track - Become insanely violent Browbeaten - Intimidated Corn – Bourbon

Dame - Lady Baloney - Nonsense Cooled - Knocked out Jingle-brained - Addled Gashoused - Roughed up Chiv - Sharp weapon That's the crop - That's all to it Put the screws on - Question Looker - Attractive person Get a slant - Take a look

Steamed up - Angry Noodle juice - Tea Earful - Warning Bumping off - Killing Dive - A low-down, cheap sort of place Bug-eyed - Wide-eyed with astonishment Cheaters - Glasses Ing-bing - Fit Tearjerker - Sentimental story Tight corner - Dilemma Numbers - People Crumb - Hopeless Keen - Attractive Swell - Wonderful Rate - Count for something Bangtail - Racehorse Balled up – Confused

Noodle juice - Tea Java - Coffee Dingle dangler - Someone who insists on telephoning Blower - Telephone Blaah - Not so good Closed her head - Shut up Behind the eight ball - In a difficult position, in a tight spot Sap - Hopeless person Hot diggity dog! - Great! Cat's Pajamas - A very good thing Screaming-meemies - The shakes On the level - Honest Wrong number - Not a good fellow Pill - Unfavourable person Pipe - Notice All wet - Wrong Whoop-de-doo - Exclamation of joy Palookas - Stupid men Ms Grundys - Boring women Cancelled stamp – Wallflower

Gasper – Cigarette Redhots - Criminals Capers – Crime Malarkey – Nonsense Mug – Face Rank - Observed, watched, given the once-over Heebie-jeebies – The jitters / Anxiety Ball up – Mess up Ear muffs – Headset Spiffy – Presentable Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed - alert and lively. Boocoos – A lot Bit – Prison sentence You slay me! – That’s funny! Horse feathers – Nonsense Bunny - Term that conveys sympathy and endearment for lost or confused person Ya follow? – Do you understand? Hotsy-totsy – Pleasing

Copacetic – Ok, Alright Off your rocker – Mad, crazy Whangdoodle – Jazz number Canary – Female singer Gams – Legs Chinese angle – Strange twist Chassis – The female figure Tin Pan Alley - The music industry in New York, located between 48th and 52nd street Joint – Establishment Giggle water – Liquor And how – I agree Insured – To be engaged to marry On the up and up – To be honest Carry a torch – Have an unrequited love Skirt – Girl Duck soup – Easy Weak sister – Pushover Crumb – Hopeless Noodle – Head Corked – Intoxicated

Buzzed – Come to a person’s door Cat’s Pyjamas – Anything that’s good Boozehound – Drunkard Breeze off - Hurry Butt me – Give me a cigarette Deck - Pack Chilled off – Killed Barlow - Girl Having a snoot full – Being drunk Line – Insincere flattery Beeswax - Business Know your onions – Know what you are talking about Not so good – Disapproving Peepers – Detectives Mug – Face Honcho - Boss Berry patch – A man’s particular interest in a girl Beat it – Leave Urban set – New gown Razzing – Teasing Bushwa – Bullshit Hinky – Suspicious Says you! – An expression of disbelief Heel – Scoundrel

Ankle – Walk Three-spot – Three-year jail sentence Di mi – My goodness Cat’s pajamas – Best thing Break it up – Stop that, Quit the nonsense Dusting out – Leaving Everything’s Jake! – Everything’s good! Grifter – Con artist Chisel – Swindle Not taking any wooden nickels – Not doing anything stupid Phony – Fake Hooey - Nonsense Chump - Person marked for a con or a gullible person.

Gandering - In the process of dudding up Hip to the jive – Trendy Swankiest - Stylishly luxurious and expensive Spiffy - Smart in appearance Get-up - A style or arrangement of dress, especially an elaborate or unusual one. Brooksy - Classy dresser Looker – Attractive person Tomato – Pretty woman Flivver – A Ford automobile Lousy with it – To have lots of Glad rags – Fancy clothes Blow – Wild party Crasher – Uninvited person Cancelled stamps – Wallflowers Goofs – Boyfriends Mug – Face

Made – Recognised That’s the bunk – That’s untrue Egg - Man Hooch – Liquor Hooker – A strong drink of liquor Frau – Wife Nibbling one – Having a drink Drifted – Leave Gee – Guy Peep show - an erotic or pornographic film viewed from a coin-operated booth. Greens - Money Darb – Remarkable Talkies – The picture show Lug – Dumb guy Go climb up his thumb - Go stick a thumb up his ass Trap - Mouth Gave them the door – Tell them to leave Gasper – Cigarette Bean-shooter – Gun Spill - Talk Given the third – Interrogated Heat - Gun Have the curse on someone – Wanting to see someone killed

Bright young thing – Socialite Giving some burn power – Fire a gun What’s the grift? – What are you trying to pull? Trouble boys – Gangsters Boocoos – Lots of Birds – Interesting characters Nailed – Getting caught by the police Bumps – Kills Don’t gum every play I make – Don’t interfere with my plans Hatchet Man – Hired killer Jerking a nod - Nodding Chinning – Talking Nudniks – An irritating person Pan - Face Flat tire – Stupid girl Sweetie – A term for someone a girl doesn’t like Jive – Unpleasant talk Bushwa - Bullshit Weasel – A sleaze who tries to take another’s girl Swell – Good Gams – Legs

Blow – Leave Balled Up – Confusing Dip the bill – Have a drink Tipping a few – Have a few drinks Scofflawing - Chugging down Togged to the bricks – Dressed to the nines Button - Face Lalapazaza - Good sport Conk - Head Ish kabibble - No worries Ducky – Approving Bloused – Leave from Whangdoodle – Jazz number Fag – A smoke Drink from the same bottle – Close friends Bunny – A term of endearment applied to the lost, disoriented Bluenose - Killjoy Lather - Tantrum Broad – Girl Grungy - Envious Canary – Female singer Dry Up – Shut Up baby vamp - a pretty or popular female Edge – A buzz Dizzy with a dame – In love

Chippy - Woman of easy virtue Jingle-brained - Addled Spifflicated - Drunk Cut down – Killed

Out on the roof – To drink a lot, to be drunk Can House – Bordello Beat his gums – Engage in idle chatter Yap – Mouth Close your heads – Shut up Half-screwed – Somewhat drunk Put down - Drink Pop – Kill Hookers – Drinks Clotheslines – Neighbourhood gossips

Cajun slangs:

Enchanté – Delighted to meet you Cher – Dear Come see - Come here Weh – Yes De’pouille – Anything or anyone who is a mess Podna – Friend Honte – Embarassed Kagou – Oh no Juju – Energy Ahnvee – Hunger Envie - Craving

Hazbin Hotel and characters belong to Vivziepop, no copyright intended

List of references and artists who inspired this work

“A Beginning” by DrowningInFandoms208

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21713248/chapters/51792883

(44,737 word fanfiction that goes into detail on Alastor’s past, his hunter father, and his abusive behavior)

“Alastor’s Despair” by AwkwardKaminari

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22240174/chapters/53104108 (symptoms and Alastor’s diagnosis)

“Dressed” by Escarno

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21555379

(Alastor’s mother’s advice)

“He’s A Mama’s Boy” by Legally bi 20

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22568032 (French language and Alastor’s mothers’ similar appearance in Hell descriptions)

“It’s Never Enough” by SydneyArtstuff https://www.instagram.com/sydney_artstuff/ (final Mimzy scene)

“Making Jambalaya With Your Father” by MajorMasterD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22949809 (mother dying and cannibalism)

“Momma’s Boy” by Dear Husker

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21782773/chapters/51976258

(Alastor’s father killing the mother and list of the years)

“Remembrance” by ornithia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21787732

(Alastor losing humanity after his mother’s death)

“Sewing” by another–athena

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800410

(Alastor’s love of sewing voodoo dolls of Hazbin characters. Ideas from this later used in an Alastor fic: “Hidden Hazbin Sins”)

“The Devil of New Orleans” by WritingAndSmiting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23003890/chapters/55000696 (language, Alastor’s similar name that other’s call him, and a few cultural aspects)

“This is for all that you put me through, you piece of shit”

by VillanousBakugou13

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22874986?view_full_work=true

(Alastor getting raped by his father and then getting his revenge)

BlueRaven666 Alastor rabies death theory

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE27sNOcDMk

#hazbin hotel #alastor

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BlueRaven666 and Gray: Arrival of Adina fanfiction

(Hazbin Hotel and Zoophobia)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXaxReyJNiKDJQ6g75jigxg

Main Characters:

BlueRaven666:

The main protagonist (besides protagonist Charlie and antihero Alastor in Hazbin Hotel). He is a dragon demon OC (made by a real life YouTuber who is known for his fan made theories for Hazbin Hotel). Blue Raven appears as a blonde haired man with blue eyes, white curved horns from his head and white skin. He is LGBTQ+ and transgender. He wears a blue shirt with 666 on it.

Gray:

Another protagonist. A gender neutral Exterminator who was left behind in Hell after the other Exterminators thought he was dead. Blue Raven decided to take them in and rescue Gray. This led to a temporary truce between an angel and a demon. Blue Raven and Gray each tell their stories, from roommate shenanigans to lore of Heaven and Hell to theories about other characters (See Blue Raven’s YouTube videos and collab with inSaiyans).

Fitch:

Neutral antihero. Fitch is a dragon demon with glasses, green eyes, a pale face and dark green hair with light green tips on his tufts. After Fitch lost a battle with an Exterminator, Adina noticed his skill in fighting and using a bladed weapon. She took him in and manipulated him into joining her. He is stern and analytical, but has a good heart deep down. Fitch would only disobey Adina if she threatened to kill his brothers…which is what he eventually did. With the help of Hatchet, Gray, and Blue Raven talking to him, Fitch gradually decides to join them to protect his brethren.

He can transform into a large dark green dragon, the largest one out of his brothers.

Quotes: “I have three younger brothers.”

Quotes: “Do you feel like being more talkative…”

“I’m getting impatient. Killing you would be simple. But I refuse to do so without the information on the whereabouts of your fellow filth. I know your beasts have a safe haven…”

“Stop talking! Tell me where I can find the others. Or I break it.” (holds a pendant with a spider on it)

“You have been most unhelpful.”

(Fitch holds a dead moth in his hand)

(Flashback) “I’m so sorry little one. I promise I will never hurt one of you again.”

“Take your wretched friend. I’m allowing you to live simply out of a respect to a promise. Pray our paths don’t cross again…demons…” (Fitch spares Vaggie and Angel Dust)

Adina: “You let them live. I am disappointed in you.”

Fitch: “So am I.”

Malcom:

Malcom, appears as a crazed dragon with large milky eyes, messy black hair and light green wings.

Like his brothers, he can transform into a dragon.

Quotes: “Malcom…I rarely think about, actually…” - Fitch describing his brother.

Marx:

A dragon who wears a black tuxedo suit. He has a pale face, dark purple hair and yellow tips on his tufts. Marx prefers to be more civilized to fit into demon society, while his brothers are off either messing around or in Fitch’s case helping to kill demons. Like Carl Marx, he questions everything and believes in conspiracy theories.

Like his brothers, Marx has the ability to turn into a dragon. His scales are dark indigo and his horns and tops of his wings are yellow.

Quotes: “My brother Marx and I are no longer in contact due to disagreeing on certain life choices we have made. He makes me sick.” - Fitch describing his brother.

Hatchet:

A dragon demon with a white face, orange eyes with red irises and bright orange hair and tufts. His arms have markings on them. Tattoos cover his entire body. His saliva is acidic and he drools when he’s excited. He can form images by breathing fire. He is always in a good mood and doesn’t mind physical affection. (unlike strict Marx). He loves eating small creatures, especially rabbits. He has instinctual control over his fire but he often plays with it, using batons to do tricks.

Like his brothers, he can transform into a dragon. His scales are dark orange/brown.

Quotes: “Hatchet and I see each other often. He is a handful, but admittedly, he is my closest family.” - Fitch describing his brother.

Adina:

Adina is an antagonist and an evil white angel with teal glowing eyes and long white hair. She wears a dress decorated with blue borders decorated with white crosses on them. She is zealous and manipulative. Leeson, the God preaching cat works for her as do Exterminators. Her goal consists of killing and torturing demons…ironically she employees a dragon demon Fitch to do her dirty work. She hired Fitch to find demon hideouts so more demons could be killed during the year. This would also make it easier for the Exterminators every year as well since they cannot go into demons’ hidden hiding places. She appeared in the deleted comic “Angels and Demons” by Vivziepop.

Adina Quotes: “There is no mercy for the damned...” –torturing a demon

Adina Quotes: “Just remember…it’s for the greater good.” Adina to Fitch.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” Adina to Fitch after he let Angel Dust get away.

“Such is the will of the Lord…so shall it be…” Adina with Fitch.

“Goodbye, Fitch.” Adina to Fitch.

Charlie:

Charlie is a protagonist and the blonde-haired musical princess of Hell. She is the founder of the Hazbin Hotel, a place intended for the rehabilitation of demons to combat the yearly exterminations. Her girlfriend is Vaggie, a moth demon. Her goal is to have demons, angels, and humans live in harmony, and she hopes for more demons to go to Heaven (even though Heaven is elitist).

Vaggie:

Vaggie is a gray-haired moth demon who is Charlie’s girlfriend. Though pure at heart, she swears and gets aggressive often whenever someone tries to hurt Charlie. She was formerly a Latina human named Vagatha who died due to gang rape and a hate crime (she was a tomboy and lesbian). She used to be an Exterminator but she refused to kill Charlie and follow orders, thus she fell to Hell. She and Charlie bonded and fell in love.

Lucifer:

Charlie’s father, a fallen angel, and the king of Hell.

Lilith:

Charlie’s busy mother and queen of Hell. She is a singer for the Resist band and a model.

Alastor:

Alastor is an antihero who arrives at the Hazbin Hotel to help out (though only for his own enjoyment). Alastor is a powerful demon with Eldritch powers and dark magic. He wears a red dress coat and clothing from the 1900s. He was a former radio host, cannibal, and serial killer in New Orleans. He is part French and part Creole. He died in 1933 due to being mauled by dogs and shot in the head. Malicious and pompous, he toppled powerful overlords and took over much of Hell, while broadcasting his murders. Alastor enjoys seeing others fail because it’s entertaining for him and makes him think of his higher status. Many suspect he wants to use Charlie to try and take over Hell, dethroning Lucifer and spreading chaos everywhere. Despite his evil side, he is also a gentleman who loves jambalaya, singing, dancing and telling jokes.

Husk:

Husk is a grumpy black and white cat demon with a small top hat and red wings with card suits on them. He drinks alcohol and booze and loves to gamble. Alastor summoned him from a casino, where Husk reluctantly agreed to be the bartender after Alastor bribed him with a bottle of booze. He is a loner and is sometimes violent.

Niffty:

Niffty is a magenta/red haired small cyclops demon. She works as the housekeeper of Hazbin Hotel, cleaning up rooms, cooking, and sewing. She is hyperactive and is obsessed with men. She enjoys reading and writing in her spare time. Alastor summoned her from a fireplace in episode one.

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust is a white spider demon, who wears white and pink clothing and often carries weapons and drugs. Formerly an Italian named Anthony, he was a member of an Italian mafia like his family. He died from a drug overdose…presumably Angel Dust. He is gay and has six arms to aide him in turf wars. He has a brother, Arackniss, a father, Henroin, and a white spider mother Aranea (Latin for spider). He is the Hazbin Hotel’s first client, though a deviant, he has a good heart and shows some concern for others.

Molly:

Angel Dust’s wild twin sister, also a white/pink spider. She and her brother share a strong bond, despite both of them doing drugs, being violent and getting into sexual situations with other demons. She and Angel are friends with the 80’s rebel and punk Cherri Bomb (Formerly Isabella from Australia).

In a twist of fate, there are also a few angels who help the demons. Charlie, the princess of Hell is part angel. Molly, Angel Dust’s twin sister is not a demon but perhaps an angel in another form, but she protects her brother and fights off Fitch with Vaggie’s help after he is interrogated and tortured by Fitch and Adina.

In addition, one Exterminator, Gray, was taken in by a (OC) demon named Blue Raven, another dragon demon. They had formed a temporary truce after Gray had been left behind during the last Extermination.

The final battle results in the dragon demons teaming up with the other demons, Lucifer leading the fight against Adina.

Adina tries to manipulate Fitch and Gray into working for her…and she even briefly possessed Mirage (a Zoophobia villain), Gray, Fitch, and even Alastor (who also wants to see demons fail but for his own fulfillment). Charlie frees Alastor while Blue Raven helps Gray and Fitch break free from Adina’s influence. Vaggie unlocks her super moth demon form…and it is revealed that she is a former fallen angel/Exterminator. With nothing but an angel harpoon in her hands, she had been banished to Hell after refusing to kill Charlie, thus they fell in love. (See “Falling From Grace Landing Into Love” fanfiction and Vaggie theories.) Adina sends Exterminators after the demons, but Lucifer effectively holds them off, reminding them of their original role of killing demons once per year. Charlie knows this is not right and she’s determined to redeem sinners at the hotel even more than before.

Charlie, Alastor, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Mimzy, and Crymini all join the fight, Lucifer battling Adina and breaking free from her possession. Baxter, Vox, and Sir Pentious (The Techno Trio) make inventions and technology to aid the demons in the fight. Lilith helps other demons get to safer hiding places, including the second Circle of Hell where Tom, Tam, and Lolly Gag (Zoophobia incubus and family) appear. Adina vows revenge and eventually retreats. Fitch reunites with his brothers and thanks Blue Raven for his help.

But Fitch is still haunted by what Adina did to him…and it takes a while for him to recover. The remaining Exterminators order Gray to kill Blue Raven…but they do not. The angels close the portal before Gray has a chance of returning. Gray sighs and is willing to tolerate Blue Raven a little longer.

#zoophobia #hazbinhotel #blueraven666 #gray #hazbinhoteltheories #youtubers

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