onetaho
onetaho
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Scenario inspired by this tweet
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This is my headcanon for what happened while Rosie was talking to Charlie
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Would you believe me if I said I’ve never animated a walk cycle before?
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Charlie: People like us! They really like us!!
Vaggie: Just… don't look at the fanfics
Charlie: Aw come on Vaggie, I can handle people writing [quietly] smut about us
Vaggie: Uhh …
Angel: No this is an important lesson for her to learn
[10 Minutes Later]
Charlie, in the corner, in the fetal position: They're putting me with [looks at Alastor, cringing violently before burying her face and muffling her screams]
Alastor: Hey, I'm just as offended as you are
Angel: Oh yeah? [Smirking] You should look at the radioap—
Alastor: [growing antlers aggressively] if you finish that sentence I will eat Husk's soul in front of you
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so like alastor came from the 1920s/30s . and one of the major sections of reverse 1999's story literally takes place during the prohibition and the great depression its literally BEGGING to have this guy dragged in
so i sketched the guy out
i have decided on a potential kit as well !!!! but i'll . see if i can color some of these first . may b .
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I loved this scene sm I needed to redraw it with my design
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I got a lot of feedback on my old doodle with short-haired Charlie
and ppl asked me if there was more and… I sketched a little more…
She reminds me of Rapunzel, so it makes sense to me
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byron’s second fall;
a small little drabble on byron’s fall to hell i made early last month hehe, i’m an amateur writer…
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When Byron fell, looking up at the red sky, she had hoped that maybe.. just maybe, God had considered her case and let her in Heaven. That her actions were seen in better light, cast on the side where what she did were all means to escape, to give chance for her family to start anew, for her to run from the lavish life she had squeezed and lied herself into, her actions justified as she burned and melted under the rubble.
But hearing the distant chaos within her surroundings, the red palette of her new environment straining her vision, she knew where she was. She had already accepted it by the time she found her grounding. Adapting her conscience that this place, Hell, was now where she belonged. There never was time for her to properly adjust, take in, and wrap herself around anything, Byron knew that all too well.
Standing up, she acknowledges the similar searing feeling on her skin, like the same agonizing burn of liquid tar, but something else was causing her to grit her teeth in intense discomfort. Her hand moves to the top of her head, only for it to stop when she feels another set of eyes focus in. She instinctively closes her eyes, a headache occurs as she leans a hand against the wall, it supporting her weight as she tries to recover. A demonic appearance, one she can only but feel without any mirror to see herself in. To think she’d be the exact thing she’s been taught to repent against, a demon. Her devotion to religion thrown out the door the more she breathes herself in. Oh how terrified her mother would’ve been if she saw her now.
But there was no time to dwell on it, no time for any hint of disdain for herself. There was still a spiteful matter at hand, one she carries even with her descent to the afterlife. Byron knew, if God deems her unworthy to be placed in Heaven, then those who got caught in the very same fire she ignited had been dragged down her with her too.
Her eyes brim with a new found fire, the very same searing feeling of her skin prickles into fuel, a burning, spiteful desire to truly finish what already had been done. It was decided then, that she won’t ever let them leave her sight until every single one’s marred to the ground. Black imprints on the ground with each step she takes, and a toxic scent lingers in the air. She sighs wistfully, her eyesight still one thing to adjust to, but a small smirk on her face breaks in as she makes her way to the open.
#onetaho’s writing#onetaho’s ocs#hazbin hotel oc#byron dead-on#i have all my little drabbles of her stored in a small comfy cave that i live in 24/7#the cave has an unlimited supply of skittles too
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take the hint old man, she don’t want you!!
art of vallie was made by @onetaho
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*scrambles to make something quick for Valentine's Day* um ummm halter top!Vaggie and #chaggie kiss!
Inspired by this
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Ok last one for today. I just really wanted to draw Vaggie.
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Another piece inspired by I Will Posses Your Heart by the ever amazing @ivypie07 - in chapter 6 it is shown that Alastor can influence the mortal world in many fun and creative ways. And since then this piece has been rattling around in my brain.
I have no doubt that if he could use it often or naturally, he most definitely would. Anything to continue to torment the poor reader.
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