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This is so real 😭
writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
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welcome to this silly au where the sins used to go up to earth back in the day to spread yknow. sin. in this scene mammon sees an irl jester for the first time
heres also an info sheet for more context :]
#Oh my god this is brilliant#I love the designs so much#especially Ozzie’s!#helluva boss#deadly sins
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Daylight savings has been fucking me hard this week, but at least I’m getting a lot of writing for my fic done. I’m too exhausted for screenshotting to make analysis posts rn 😭
I’m so close to the end of Ch1. Planning took so much fucking time (like a month), but at least it won’t be years between chapters like my current fic. I’ll finish that one day stg.
Hopefully I can knock it out by the end of the weekend.
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Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔
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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it
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Sometimes my theories and drabbles come out a little slow, but every time they do you already know it’s going to be a banger. 😈 I’ve been splitting time between these posts and my fic so look forward to an update on that relatively soon (read 3 weeks).
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Magenta or Green When Alastor Desires to be Seen
After rewatching the pilot and the scenes where Alastor is singing, I realized his palette swaps may be emotionally/situationally dependent. At first I thought, “Yeah, this is just a callback to the pilot where he sang with Charlie,” but I think it’s deeper than that.
In both instances of singing with the Morningstars, Alastor is seen to have a palette change.
When he has the duet with Vox, he stays in his original color palette for the entire number.
Once is coincidence and twice is a pattern. When the color green is so engrained in Alastor's abilities, it's difficult not to notice.
When he’s in the presence of someone he considers powerful, he puts in that extra effort to change appearances. If it was only for production sake, he could have remained in his usual red outfit with a different background color to push him forward like in Stayed Gone. Even then he was still on a red background most of the time.
Both of these performances take place within the Hotel, which has become Alastor’s domain. Even then, at the end of Stayed Gone, he was in his radio tower in the Hotel. There were no special effects and Alastor only showed off his demon form.
When Alastor feels like he needs to posture, he changes his color. In the pilot, he demonstrates his strength by changing everyone’s outfits, manipulating the environment and summoning demons under his control. That really means that Vox isn’t shit but an annoyance to him. And I think that's hilarious.
Alastor at the end of his breakdown is enshrouded in green.
When he gets upset with Husk, the chains are green. When he makes deals with both Vaggie and Charlie a green outline is around their hands, within the walls, spreading in the cracks of his face.
Almost like a poison dart frog, Alastor wants to be seen as a danger. He wants to be a warning sign. Always caring for his image, he desires to take attention away from his possible weaknesses. He was reborn as a deer in Hell which is something I and many others head canon that he's insecure about. His perceived lack of strength as a creature commonly considered prey is definitely a factor in how he portrays himself.
Alastor's deep rooted insecurities led him to begin antagonizing Lucifer. He's held under strict contract with his deal and his power has been stifled. Alastor's dignity has been stripped away under these constraints, he's forced to follow orders when he yearns to be the one in control.
When Alastor is in that green and magenta state, he is posturing. This is his attempt at taking back his agency, showing that despite his situation and probably poor choice to have signed a deal with a currently unknown entity more powerful than him, he is still strong. He is the infamous Radio Demon, a sinner full of natural magical talent who took down countless Overlords within his first few weeks in Hell.
(Unless that happened due to his deal rather than his own ability and he postures to make up for that to get people believe that he is all powerful.)
Alastor only feels the need to do this in the presence of those who he considers a threat -- no matter how reluctant he may be to admit whether they are or not. To him, other Overlords, especially Vox, are considered low on his list. His first targets when he arrived in Hell were Overlords
Meanwhile, the Morningstars are a whole different ball game. Two holy entities that are ranked higher than him on the food chain are most definitely threats, so he tries to act unbothered and remain confident in his abilities.
For someone so adamant about hiding his emotions with a smile, he's certainly created a whole load of flashing tells for others to key in on his wavering mental state. Alastor is not as fortified in will as he claims.
#hazbin hotel#alastor#theory#speculationstation#Extreme reach#but i mean#it’s lining up#i’ve connected the dots#he’s definitely posturing#He does not care about Vox#lucifer morningstar#hazbin lucifer#charlie morningstar#text post#undescribed
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Everyone keeps talking about Adam coming back and then immediately going to Charlie to try to redeem himself, but that’s so boring.
Imagine he finally stops trying to justify his actions because of his Angel status. He was already doing terrible shit by convincing Sera to let him kill sinners by taking advantage of her fears of an uprising. Adam is an opportunist through and through.
Once he gets to Hell, he will probably not have much to think about it. He will continue to have a superiority complex and believe everyone is beneath him.
A fallen angel is still an angel.
Once he lets loose, he’ll probably clear out a section of hell to declare his domain or pick a fight with anyone who is willing.
I’d want to see overlord Adam.
Let Adam be evil 2024 😤
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The speed of artists never ceases to amaze me. They’re actually gods.
She looks goofy
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I watched all of Severance and I haven’t been able to recover, I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m not fucking okay.
I’m hate this system and how much time it takes from our lives and I have always wanted to escape it. This shit just makes me want to do it even more.
Having a version of yourself just for work could solve that. No more useless, mind numbing and repetitive tasks that you have to be aware of. Shit, I dissociate at work enough.
But this is just a concept that’s so deep and makes you question the morality of creating a being just for work that knows nothing else and doesn’t get time to explore anything else.
It’s almost like having children and throwing them into this fucked up system and knowing it’s fucked up. People still do it anyway, so how is this any different?
I understand the resentment of the innies, I think everyone understands their resentment. Why the fuck was I brought into this shit? Why do I have to go through this?
Yeah, so anyway, abolish the 40 hour work week, give us UBI, and let the robots do the work and don’t make people homeless. This shit is dumb and wastes time.
#severance#quick ramblings#just wanted to talk about it because I haven’t been able to stop thinking
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And Yet, They Endure: A Huskerdust Drabble
Thinking about Angel and Husk staying up late in the Hotel so they can spend as long as possible together before their respective overlords awake and command them to do their bidding. They know one misstep equals abuse or punishment.
And yet, they continue to endure.
Paralyzed, they stay awake, anxiously staring at the clock. Angel keeps his arms around Husk who sits motionless, the neck of a bottle held between two claws.
They sit, absorbing the cackling sounds of the fireplace and occasional creaks of the Hotel. Neither wanted to shatter the moment. Angel hasn’t had something like this in a long time, and judging from the way Husk is leaning into his touch, tail wrapped around Angel’s waist almost possessively…
Angel pulled Husk closer, tucking his head under his chin, resting his face on his chest fluff. Husk sighed into the fur, awkwardly maneuvering himself to place the bottle on the ground between his legs. He returned Angel’s hug, claws sliding gently along his back.
Shuttering, Angel asked, “Anything left in that?”
“Probably not,” Husk slurred.
Angel’s ass felt numb from sitting in the same position for so long. He was warm and content, but of course his body had to be uncomfortable, curled up on this stupidly low couch.
“Wanna get me another one?”
Husk opened an eye and glared at Angel. Angel awarded Husk with a coy smile.
“I’ve been on my feet all fucking day.”
“Yeah?”
Husk hummed. “Get it yourself; I’m off the clock.”
Angel shifted and Husk held onto him, an annoyed growl rumbling from his throat. Smoothing his palm over the nape of Husk’s neck, Angel shushed him, wisping his lips along Husk’s ears.
Down in the lobby under the moonlight when everyone slept, out in the open without fear or judgement, they were themselves. In another life, they didn’t care for consequences and would take them with a defiant smile. But here and now? They were content.
Poking at Husk to get him to crack, Angel tried tickling, biting and turning Husk’s lips upward into a smile with his fingers to no avail.
“C’mon, baby,” Angel whispered into his ear. “One more drink?” He teasingly pulled at his scruff, pinching the loose skin.
Husk moved back, snatching his hands, claws encircling Angel’s wrists. “Cut it out.”
Angel smirked. “Well, since you’re on the way up, let’s go together.”
Angel stretched his legs before standing. Husk had a blank look on his face. If Angel didn’t know any better, he would think he was dumbfounded.
That was his poker face; a million thoughts were running through his mind. Angel patiently waited for Husk to shake his head, effectively clearing his thoughts as he moved on.
Instead, Angel was yanked back down onto the couch, Husk rubbing at his palms. Angel watched him stare down at his hands, mustering the courage as he looked him in the eyes.
Husk grimaced, huffed then squinted at Angel. Angel smirked at him, about to stand again, but Husk surged forward, cradling the back of Angel’s head as their lips met. Their noses smacked into each other, Angel snorted.
The kiss was kind, soft, healing. Angel held Husk’s face in his hands and closed his eyes. Angel let himself be absorbed by the weight against him. The urgency faded fast after the initial shock, leaving behind a calm fragility. A wrong move could ruin it, but instead of stressful it was…
It was relaxing.
It felt safe.
He was safe as long as he was in Husk’s arms, present in this moment. Angel was untouchable, there were no expectations or split second decisions, only peace.
A peace that could only originate from a bond as strong as theirs. There’s no need for labels, no need for explanations; there's only the desire to sink into each other, momentarily becoming one.
Reluctantly, they separated, pupils blown and soft looks on their faces.
“Took ya long enough.”
Husk huffed a laugh, holding Angel’s hands in his. Content, they lean into each other. There’s no need to discuss, no need to justify.
That was not what they desired, so there wouldn’t be.
And there they sat until the first signs of morning light shone through the curtains. Nifty was clambering to the tops of shelves with that duster of hers. One-sided conversations from a well-rested Charlie and the humming of static began to fill the room as they approached.
Angel and Husk moved away from each other, mood turning dour.
Husk got him that drink, it tasted sour on Angel’s tongue. It marked an end, rather than a continuation of their self-made sanctuary. The gin did nothing to soothe the beginnings of stress.
A moment of salvation, a sweetness within this haven atop a hill surrounded by chaos, and an almost selfish desire for more was interrupted by the violent vibrations of Angel’s phone.
Husk shot him a look from behind the bar as Alastor greeted him.
And yet, they continue to endure. For another chance at those moments and the hope of a better tomorrow.
#Hazbin hotel#huskerdust#drabble#text post#kisses#testing their dynamic#cuddling#they're so in love#Angel is a little shit#Free them
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