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anonymouscheeses · 3 months

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Even more and more of obvious shit I point out because I want an excuse to rant while not interacting with actual people in real life who also like this show because I'm masking 😍💜💜

BARELY STARTED AND BRO. YOU JUST LET HER DO THAT TO YOU, ME PERSONALLY-

HE'S PETTING KEE-KEE I LOVE HIM SMM

HER HOOVES. I LOVE IT. NOT LIKE THAT, IM JUST A FURRY-

*grabs pen*

ANGRY CHARLIE FOR THE WIN. I LOVE WHEN THE HAPPY CHARACTER GETS ANGSTY (Cough. Luz. Cough).

The people writing fanfics where she gets FURIOUS. Omg. That was something I read. I LOVE MY FELLOW FANFIC WRITERS BUT OH MY- YALL REALLY HAD CHARLIE M A D.

"Uh-"

I love his reaction lmao look at his goofy face.

HER BOW BECAME HORNS (my "redesign" is now 100% worse)

SAD VAGGIE. THE BOW. DROOPY.

Oh and the angel dust fellow back there 🤯

I LOVE ROSIE SO MUCH HUH

Tall.

No explanation needed. <3

PLEASE HELP???

CUTIE PATOOTIE. I LOVE HER SM UGGHHH

CHARLIE HATES OLD PEOPLE COMFIRMED YAY 😍😍💅💅

Hot

That's it.

IN SYNC. I LOVE THIS SONG AND THE ENTIRE SCENE. WHY IS IT RANKED SO LOW WITH SOME OF YALL?? Okay well-

I thought this song was gonna be a Charlie and Vaggie duet- tbh I still preferred that BUT I LOVE CARMILLA SO I KINDA DONT CARE.

BUT I WAS ROBBED OF AN ACTUAL FULL CHAGGIE DUET (REPRISE DOESNT COUNT) IF H*SKERDUST GETS A FULL ONE WHY CAN'T CHAGGIE? *SOB* uhh anyway-

Is that. Like. How she thinks actually 😰

I know there's been a lot of the lack of Vaggie's self-worth, which I wish was explored into more. I just think the Vaggie(3rd) episode just wasn't needed at all if it didn't even have an impact. Don't get me started on that episode, it was rushed, too early to have character arcs already, and overall not needed or even should have existed periodt.

I hope they explore it next season because GOD this woman needs TO LOVE HERSELF. OR ATLEAST CARE ABOUT HERSELF LIKE????

SWEET MAMA PLEASE. TAKE ME IN YOUR WINGS AAAAAAAAA

Charlie, sharing is caring <3

Out of all the people I thought Charlie would vent to I didn't think it would be ROSIE. It's a nice surprise tho I love her <3

bisexuality.

That's it.

HE'S DANCING. ALASTOR IS DANCING. THEY ARE SLAYING BESTIES. THE MAN IS DANCING. HELP.

Season 2 is going to be Charlie in her villain era and Alastor's reputation era 😍

I LOVE VAGGIE'S FACE. PRECIOUS BABY UGHH... THEN THE WINGS REPLACE THE BOW AND DROOP UGGHH I HOPE IN SEASON 2 WE SEE MORE OF HER WINGS. OR CUT HER HAIR SHORT SO WE CAN HAVE IT ALL THE TIME. Also so Husk and Vaggie can bond over both having wings. Sorry I love their potential friendship so much. AND LUCIFER AND VAGGIE TOO!! BOTH BEING FALLEN ANGELS OMG. UGH THE POTENTIAL OF VAGGIE'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH NOT JUST CHARLIE ARE SO GOOD AND I HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF SEEING HER AS AN ACTUALLY MORE FLESHED OUT CHARACTER. I AM SCREAMING AAAAAAAA.

I can't say how much I love them. It's too much. I cant- yay the teaser image before the show came out <3 they are so fucking adorable. UGH SOME1 END ME

Charlie loves the wings hehehe. Vaggie looks nervous about it. It's probably a reminder to her about when she used to be an exterminator. The healing from everything will take a long time but hopefully Charlie will be there for her the entire time. And vice versa

Ayo- 😰

CHARLIE. T H E PRECIOUS BABY.

Uh next one tomorrow cuz yeah 🤯

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istadris · 3 months

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Some thoughts and theories after watching Hazbin Hotel :

Thoughts :

All in all, I think that compared to its premise, the show was...mild ? I feel like the season could have benefited a lot from more episodes to help flesh out the characters. Each main protagonist and antagonist just got one episode before we rush to the final episode battle and I feel it wasn't enough to care about them. Take Charlie's demon lambs Razzle and Dazzle. They're barely present on screen, their names are only given a couple of episodes before the end and I don't even know if it was Razzle or Dazzle who was killed...so I have trouble having any emotional emotion to his death apart from "aw shucks, I guess"

Likewise, the cannibal colony episode felt very rushed. In one episode everyone is introduced and then rallies to Charlie. At least with Carmilla we got a previous episode where her character, motivations and agenda was fleshed out before she was brought back in the last episodes.

The Vees better play an important role in next season. In this one they just show up, establish a conflict, and then...do nothing ? Velvette claims to have an attack plan+ knows Carmilla is hiding something but doesn't do anything with it, Vox has it out for Alastor but only watches from his couch the final battle...at least Valentino's conflict with Angel is clearly established and further clarified with his following interactions.

All in all, I feel like the antagonistic songs (Stayed Gone, Respectless, Hell' Greatest Dad, You Didn't Know) were more catchy and entertaining than the rest. With some exceptions. But maybe I'm just a sucker for villain songs or duets where each character fights. But Charlie's songs felt ...okay at best. Not for the lack of good singing from the actress, far from that. They mostly felt like the rug could be swept from under her feet at any time, while in comparaison Alastor's songs always felt like he owned every single second of them.

Ah, Alastor. My beloved. He's by far the most entertaining part of this show, partly because he's staying relevant in every single episode (while Angel Dust, Husk and Sir Pentious fell a bit in the background after their one-episode arc), and also because in a story where everyone's motives and goals are clear and for all to see, he remains a complete enigma. How much of his behaviour is him actually caring for Charlie and how much of it is him playing everyone like pawns for his goals ? It's a constant guessing game and it keeps you on your toes.

Charlie could definitely use more moments where she doesn't end up being "rescued" in one way or the other. Sure, they acknowledged that her kindness was a powerful weapon by inspiring others to die for her cause...but even when she gets angry at Adam, or shows him mercy after beating him, something comes along and takes away her moment of glory. Hope she gets better.

Vaggie best girl though. I totally relate to how she wants to protect Charlie from everything.

But for real, people devoted to hating on every single aspect of the show ...could do better with their time. Why are you so mad at everything. It's not that serious.

And now for the theories :

I think Alastor's contract is held by Lillith and it involves not being able to talk about her disappearance, but also depowering him a lot. He implies strongly that his own smile is a way to hide his own weaknesses, and while he's still strong enough to crush small-time sinners, threaten Husk (who's bound to him by his own deal) and frizz Vox' signal, I think he couldn't repeat his Overlord massacre from before. Which he is very careful to not let anyone know about; presenting instead the façade of the all powerful Radio Demon.

I think his real reason to help Charlie is because he knows Lillith is hiding in Heaven. Either Charlie managed to redeem Sinners, which gives him a way to plant spies inside and gather intel, or she goes to war against Heaven; if she wins , she manages to break the doors to Heaven (and Alastor can get inside), but if Heaven is forced to take a stand, Lillith has to intervene.

In every case, Alastor is winning.

And in the meantime, Alastor is also carefully grooming Charlie into a leader (and the heir to the throne of Hell). Her powers are growing with her confidence and Alastor is playing the long game, carefully waiting for the moment he can take advantage of that power. He already has a favor; I'm ready to bet it's for Charlie to break her contract.

His breakdown at the end of the season is hard to decipher...but in my opinion, it's mostly that he realizes how high the stakes are : he almost died to Adam, all in the name of playing Charlie's trusty ally. Was it worth it ? Does he have to keep playing the good guy when his clipped power isn't a match against Heaven's strongest ? And maybe, maybe he is growing fond of the hotel residents and is starting to freak out about that. But he soon reassures himself : it's all in the name of the long game, and once he's done fretting about these pesky feelings of friendship, nothing will get in his way.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

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lipstickchainsaw · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel

I have watched season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, and I've had some associated thoughts bouncing around inside my head since, and they won't stop bouncing there until I let them out somehow, so here we go!

To start, my criticisms.

The first is that it really does feel like you need to have watched the Pilot in order to understand some of the inter-character dynamics in play here (for example, what Alastor is even fucking doing here).

The second is pacing-related, which I understand wasn't entirely in the creators' hands, but it bears mentioning. The first season does feel rushed with its 8 episodes, leaving certain characters a little bit in the lurch (like, Velvette figures out Carmilla had something to do with the angel's death, but doesn't do anything with that knowledge before it stops being relevant), and the show could've used a bit more room to breathe. Showing off the pets a little more would've been nice, for example (show Angel Dust spend some time with Fat Nuggets, give Razzle and Dazzle some screentime), give the V's, Zestial or Zeezi something more to do, show a little bit more of Emily and Sera's dynamic before 'You Didn't Know' upends it entirely...

Again, I understand this wasn't in the creators' hands, but that doesn't make it go away as something I got stuck on.

Third, somewhat related, the songs sometimes go a little too hard, compared to how they've been set up. 'Whatever It Takes', for example, is a little confusing as a duet between two characters who haven't interacted at the time, aren't singing about the same person, and yet the framing has them almost sing to each other, which makes no sense ('Out For Love' brings them together in a much more comprehensible way). The same kind of goes for 'You Didn't Know', but I love that song and what it means, so I'm willing to ignore it for now.

So let's get to the good bits.

Overall, I very much enjoyed my time with this show, but I want to highlight two specific aspects of it to explain why I liked it.

The first is episode 4, Masquerade, and it's this episode, I think, that justifies this show's existence, and makes it clear what the creators want to say with it. This is the kind of story that Hazbin Hotel is uniquely well suited to telling, and it's a story in need of telling.

Because hell sucks, and existence within it sucks, but the dynamics that make existence within it suck are remarkably mundane (I have my thoughts about what hell is in this show and why it works the way it does, but this is already going to be long enough, so I might share my thoughts on that later), and this episode makes it clear what, exactly, Angel Dust is trapped in.

And, unlike most shows that show this kind of sexually abusive relationship, Hazbin Hotel is situated so that it can show you it unflinchingly. Valentino's abuse of Angel Dust, and Charlie's ignorant attempt at getting him out are both viscerally uncomfortable to watch, but not gratuitously so. The point is to show the audience that this is what it's like to be trapped like this, what makes getting out of it so difficult, especially in the environment Angel Dust finds himself.

And, on the flipside, 'Loser, Baby', shows what the first steps of getting out of a fucked situation like this could look like. An honest admission that your situation does suck, you did fuck up getting to this point, but you aren't uniquely fucked, there are people out there who can help you get yourself out. It's a call for self-awareness without self-pity, of honest assessment without doomspiraling, in a way that I think makes for a really powerful and meaningful message.

I really hope the creators get more episodes next season, because I think this is where this show will shine, and what I want it to be about.

The other main thing I like about this show is the ontological exploration, that takes place, especially, in episode 6, Welcome to Heaven, where it takes a hard look at what the existence of Heaven and Hell means.

Because this is a universe where heaven and hell are real, and there is a divine sorting system for who goes to one or the other, even if the system is opaque and nobody knows the rules to it. Sin and virtue aren't just descriptive terms, they are ontological categories behavior falls into, and this is the philosophical framework Hazbin Hotel (and Helluva Boss, to some extent) is working within.

And what it asks is 'so what?'

Now that we have this, what does this mean for humans, with free will, to exist within this system? Because it's clear that people don't stop changing after they've died, so whatever the state of a person's soul is upon death, it is not the definitive state that overrules all other concerns.

Adam asserts 'a man only lives once!', but I think the show very clearly disagrees with him, but that leaves us with a lot to grapple with, and this is what 'You Didn't Know' is fundamentally about, and I think it's fascinating.

Because if people aren't unchanging after death, then this means eternity in hell is just... baffling.

('If hell is forever then heaven must be a lie')

And if people in hell can change for the better, then people in heaven can change for the worst.

('If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky')

Then what does this whole system mean? If the rules themselves are uncertain, let alone whether those rules are good, you can't just fall back on 'it's divinely ordained'.

('The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say')

And once you've lost that way of keeping your conscience clear, then the eternal suffering of hell just because horrifically immoral.

('When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again')

So, given that the existing system is untenable, what idea is this show developing in its stead? What are heaven and hell, if they aren't good and evil? Virtuous but not good? Sinful but not evil? Is it possible to separate those ideas like that?

I think that's the underlying ontological mystery of this show, and it's one I'm very interested in seeing developed further, much more so than whatever's going on with Alastor or Lilith.

Anyway, other than all that, animation can be a little jank, characters are cool, the big clash was largely well done, and Niffty is the literal best.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #niffty

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thatsaltybobcat · 4 years

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Jealous Type part 3

Realized I never posted it here? Well, here you guys go!

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On any day, the lobby of the hotel was abuzz with conversation, it was where the small group spent most of their time. Whether it be Angel Dust flirting with Husk, or Nifty singing to herself as she relentlessly cleaned, there was always some form of communication. Today was no different. The lobby was abuzz with more than lively conversations.

There was screaming…

“I walked in on the two of you!” Vaggie hissed, pointing aggressively towards Charlie and Alastor, her shoulders trembling with rage and sorrow. Her hair was unkempt, certainly due to her several days away from the hotel. Her clothes were dirty and her breath was still tainted by the scent of alcohol. It was probably why she still had the courage to be where she was now, spear in hand, screaming her lungs out at the scandalous pair in front of her. “He had his hands-” Her mind was so frazzled with anger the argument she had planned in her head was nothing more than a jumbled mess of thoughts. ”... And YOUR HANDS WERE ON HIS BELT-”

“Vaggie, please!” Charlie choked out, trying to keep Vaggie from going into detail about what she exactly saw in the kitchen several days ago. Her hands up in a vain attempt to calm the demoness in front of her down. Glancing nervously over at Alastor, who just watched Vaggie with a smug grin on his face. Of course, he was enjoying this.

Charlie’s gaze flitted over to the bar, where Husk, Angel Dust, and Nifty sat quietly with half-filled drinks. They had all been sitting there beforehand, talking about where Vaggie must have gone, and how worried Charlie was. Everyone had gone quiet when Alastor feigned ignorance. Simply stating that she’ll be home soon.

No one dared recount that Vaggie had possibly seen Charlie and Alastor together, after all, they had no proof. By the time Angel Dust and burst into the kitchen with a polaroid camera in one of his hands, the pair had already started a new batch of cookies, dressed in their regular attire and looking wholly inconspicuous. So everyone just nervously shrugged off the interaction. So, when Vaggie then opened the door with a mumble, everyone stood up to meet her.

When Charlie went to pull Vaggie into a hug, gushing about how worried she had been, she almost accepted the embrace. Just hoping that maybe this could all be forgotten, that maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her and she really didn’t see the two of them together.

Then she saw the Radio Demon, bringing up the rear in the possé as they circled around her. That smile… that knowing cocky grin was enough proof. And, it set Vaggie off.

“Don’t touch me!” Vaggie spat, pushing Charlie away from her. Much to everyone’s surprise. It was enough to send the three bystanders backing up towards the bar, reading the room that- plainly speaking- shit was about to hit the fan. “I know,” Vaggie growled, glaring daggers at Charlie and Alastor, who were now standing side by side.

“You k-know?” Charlie asked in false ignorance, crossing her arms over her chest to hug herself as she attempted to play off the situation. “I’m sorry hun but… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The obvious lying is mostly likely what finally pushed Vaggie over the edge. The nerve Charlie had to outright lie to her. That’s where they stood now, Vaggie continuing to shout profanities and accusations at the pair in front her. Unleashing all the rage and pent up frustration she’s had since she stormed out of the hotel several days ago.

Charlie’s face was red and tear-stained as she scrambled to find a way to say something… anything to make this situation better. But, there isn’t much to rectify a situation that was so raw… so public. It wasn’t something that could just be solved with a quick apology or some time to think about one another’s actions.

“Vaggie… I know that you’re upset, okay?” Charlie started slowly, intertwining her fingers together as she tried to put the words together very carefully. “If… Maybe we could just go upstairs, or maybe somewhere more private to have this conversation. Then maybe-”

“LAS TONTERIAS! W-we’re doing this right here! I’m not giving this talk-show shitlord a chance to weasel is way out of this! He did this just to get under my skin, I saw the way he smiled at me in the kitchen. He knew exactly what he was doing!” Vaggie accused, pointing directly at Alastor with a glare that would kill if it could. “He wanted me to catch you two, just so he could get a reaction!”

“Okay, Vaggie that’s absolutely ridiculous! W-why in hell would Alastor do something like that?” Charlie countered, looking over at Alastor in confusion. But, he only kept that same smile plastered on his face and remained silent, but Charlie could see the fang whirring of dials behind his eyes.

Alastor’s hands were tucked behind his back, standing perfectly still at he watched the moth demon in front of him rant and rave. It really was too entertaining, seeing her carry on like this. She lacked form and coherent thought, running on pure instincts at this point. Almost like a caged wild animal, frenzied by their capture and desperate for freedom. It made him… hungry. He’d have to go hunting tonight to try and satiate himself, he mentally noted. But for now, there was something very entertaining unraveling in front of him.

“Whatever! Y-you know what? It doesn’t matter! It really doesn’t! Because I know he’d do anything to hurt me because it’s fun for him. But you-” Vaggie choked on the word, fighting back tears with just more anger. Don’t cry, not over this, not over her. She’s doesn’t deserve to see you cry. Furiously wiping her face with a groan, she continued “You let him get to me. You cheated on me, with him!”

“Vaggie… I know that you’re upset. You have every right to be, but if we could just-” Charlie started, reaching out to try and comfort her girlfriend. But her hand was slapped away just inches from connecting with Vaggie’s shoulder, causing Charlie with flinch back.

“DON’T touch me!” Vaggie hissed, the coldness her tone catching everyone off guard.

Husk quietly hid behind the counter, toweling off a champagne flute, really making sure it was spotless. Nifty had shrunk back in her seat and was quietly following Husk’s lead, using a napkin to buff at a smudge on the countertop. Even Angel Dust- who would usually be asking for popcorn and a camera to record a conversation like this- had his arms crossed in front of him and silently tried to ignore the scene in front of him.

Charlie was starting to grow desperate, shoulders starting to tremble as she tried to keep the situation calm. “Hun, can we maybe just take this into another room-”

“You had sex with Alastor..” Vaggie growled, her hands balling into fists.

“Vaggie I don’t want to talk about in front of everyone-”

“You fucked the Radio Demon.”

“Please if you could just listen-”

“You FUCKED him in the kitchen, begging for dick like some horny fucking teenager! You didn’t even seem to care about what that might do to me! You were more concerned with getting laid than how I might feel!” Vaggie jabbed angrily, tears starting to well up.

“I’M SORRY!” Charlie sobbed, finally snapping and letting her emotions flood over. “I’m so s-sorry for what I did Vaggie! It was such a horrible thing for me to do to you and I’ll never forgive myself for it!” Charlie helplessly wiped her eyes as she fought to get the words out, trying desperately to get Vaggie to look at her as she continued to heave and cry. “I-it was a stupid accident and I’m sorry!”

“But that isn’t true… now is it, my dear?” Everyone turned to face Alastor when he finally spoke up. He started to circle around Charlie and Vaggie, watching the two of them closely as he did. Ah, the world truly was a stage!

“When something is an accident, it only happens once.” He stopped in front of the bar, fiddling with some random detailing on the hardwood. Husk took a step back to the other side of the bar, while Nifty stared down at her little hands to act like she wasn’t paying attention. Angel Dust looked at though he was watching a train crash, kinda scared but unable to look away. “And… Vaggie I can assure you… While it might ungentlemanly to admit...”

“It wasn’t the first… or last time.”

Sheer shock at his gall was the only thing that kept everyone in their place, Charlie looking absolutely mortified as Alastors smirk widened. Vaggie just stared at him, her face looking completely blank. Alastor wondered if the comment had broken the gray demoness, the notion only egging him to continue.

“And, you’re ‘sorry,’ my demon belle? Perish the thought!” The radio demon continued, walking back behind Charlie. Gently taking her hand in one of his own, another ever so carefully cupping her chin with his clawed fingertips. Tilting her face up so she was looking directly into his scarlet gaze. “You didn’t sound sorry last night.”

The next few seconds were all a blur, at least for Charlie, in one moment she was she beside Alastor, pulled close to him and still in his arms. In the very next, she was shoved back, flailing backwards and only saved from a date with the floor by Angel Dust, who managed to grab her arms and haul her back to her feet. “Woah there blondie, you okay?”

But Charlie wasn’t listening to him, she was watching Alastor and Vaggie. The moth demon and lunged forward towards him, having pushed Charlie out of the way so she could attempt to drive her spear right between Alastors eyes. Pure fury burned in her eyes as she was held steadfast by a firm grip on the blade of the spear.

Alastor’s fingers were wrapped around the weapon, holding it strongly enough for blood to well up around the contact points. He seemed unfazed by the shedding, however, unflinching and smiling unwavering as he watched Vaggie struggle to pull the spear from his grip. Either refusing to let it go.

“My my, such anger!” Alastor purred, his usually vibrant eyes quickly sinking back into pitch blackn. Only to be replaced with madly spinning dials that hissed violently against his head. That ever-present smile splitting wider across his face as static began to engulf the room. Distorting the air around them with a violent echo of screams and whirring machinery.

Only when the static got too loud for her to bear did Vaggie attempted to drop the spear, cutting her losses when her ears began to ring. Instead, the blood that had started to flow down the spear and melted into a trail of pure white static. Trickling down the staff of the weapon and reaching Vaggie’s fists. Where the fuzzy static had grabbed on and was now traveling up her arms. The dark power binding her hands to the weapon, effectively disabling her completely as matching static fronds snaked up her legs to hold them together.

“A valiant effort my dear, I must commend you for that.” Alastor continued, lifting up the spear like it was nothing as he dangled Vaggie from the air a good foot off the ground. “Such silly, ignorant courage. How foolish… how stupid.” The crackling words dripping past his fangs as we watched Vaggie start to squirm in his grip. Her gaze crazed combination of anger and fear.

Oh well, this was a lot of fun, to be sure. But, all good things must come to an end. And, Vaggie only seemed like a nuisance to him now, after all, he already won Charlie’s affections. And this little fiasco was already over now. Lifting his other hand up, claws elongating into terrifying sharp tips as the grin on his face looked like it was about to split the Radio Demon’s head in two. He pressed his fingers close to Vaggie’s exposed neck, relishing the frenzied profanities as she tried to kick his hand away from her. “And, you must know how much I abhor ignorance-”

“ALASTOR STOP!” Charlie screamed, grabbing at his arm and trying to tug his grip away from Vaggie. “You don’t have to do this, please put her down. It isn’t worth it!” She watched Alastor's unwavering malicious grin as his hand was now pressed against Vaggie’s throat, squeezing at her neck until she started to choke out a few desperate gasps in an attempt to catch her breath. Charlie’s blood-red eyes wide with panic as she managed to wedge herself between the two brawling demons. Pressing her hands against Alastor’s face as she tried to gain back his attention. “PLEASE my love!”

The term of endearment was enough to snap Alastor out of his spell. Like a switch, Alastor’s eyes snapped back to normal and the static quickly melted away. Dropping Vaggie like a hot rock with a chuckle as he turned to Charlie again.

Letting his hands press around her waist as he gave her a quick embrace. “But, of course, my dear.” He purred, his softening smile proving to Charlie that he had indeed calmed down. “Of course I was only trying to defend myself,” he added quickly as Charlie eased out of his grip and turned towards Vaggie.

Charlie dropped to Vaggie’s side to help her to her feet. “Vaggie, I’m so sorry. This all got so out of hand and-” But Vaggie wretched herself from Charlie’s grip with a grunt, rubbing furiously at her eyes as she turned away from Charlie.

Husk slowly peered his head out from behind the bar, ears perked as Angel Dust removed his arms from in front of his face, having attempted to shield himself from any incoming shrapnel of the fight. While Nifty remained behind the couch, muttering something about all the dust bunnies that had been trapped back here. But, it sounded like an excuse to not have to witness any more of the drama unfolding in front of her.

Alastor walked up quietly to stand beside Charlie, a hand on her shoulder as he watched Vaggie with a smug look of satisfaction. Charlie didn’t attempt to pull away, watching Vaggie as the demoness played that phrase back over and over in her head.

She called him ‘my love…’ that's why Charlie used to call Vaggie. When they first wake up in the morning, to when they went to bed at night. With that term ripped from her mind, it made this terribly clear for Vaggie. Because after all this arguing, she was more than aware that Charlie hadn’t once asked for forgiveness, nor for another chance. Charlie has made her decision about who she wanted to be by her side, and it wasn’t her.

“Have fun with the Radio Demon Charlie… I hope you know that he’s only ever in it for himself.” Vaggie hugged her arms with a shudder, ignoring Charlie’s attempt at anymore conversation as she walked back out the hotel's front doors.

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talkoverfrenchfries · 4 years

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That’s exploration

Here’s another one. I was already making posts and figured to add another to the series while I’m here. Also, this part might be important for getting more invested into the story and my OC. Again, any characters other than my OC as well as the settings and such belongs already to Vivziepop or Vivienne Medrano!

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Zu was walking down the halls, taking in details of the wallpaper and furniture and pictures and other kinds of decor. He was entertained immensely taking in details of the place on his. All the craze from coming here at first have died down.

It was certainly something, avoiding Charlie’s straightforward, even almost pushy niceness, Vaggie’s tense and skeptical aggressiveness, Alastor’s cheerful torture, and Angel Dust’s rather persistent flirting.

Zu stopped moving when thinking of the last one. Then he shakes those thoughts away. Sure, Angel Dust is very attractive but it’s gonna take more than that for anything to happen. Although, he’s probably how Zu is still here. On the bright side, Alastor hasn’t really bothered Zu since that encounter.

However, before Zu can think more about it, he noticed something that grabbed his attention. He gasped, having noticed a trestle coffee table in one of the rooms. He crouches down, touching the engraving as he muttered stuff to himself.

“This is great engravings, all the hands and apples and snakes, it’s all very tasteful. Of course, the history of the medium of wood engraving evolved from the oldest printing technique, woodcut—which, in Western culture, goes back to the fifteenth century. This ought to be a huge wood block to make this coffee table. After all, a wood block is cut from a smoothed plank cut longitudinally from the tree trunk so that the grain runs in parallel lines to the block. Once the design has been established by cutting away the wood around the areas that will be printed, the block is inked with a small roller called a brayer. To print the block, a moistened piece of paper is placed on top of the block, along with a protective layer, called the tympan, and then put through the printing press. Alternately, a circular tool called a baren or even a spoon or the palm of the hand can be used to create enough pressure to print the inked block. Is this how the coffee table was made, though? Or was a different process used? How many kinds of wood engraving is there? Man, I have to look it up.”

“Hi! I’m Nifty! You’re weird and boring! You should probably stop with the fact spewing to get a girlfriend, no offense.”

Zu jolts out of surprise and turns to the new voice that just popped out of nowhere. Nifty was standing right there in her fifties attire and a big smile on her face. Two things about her surprised Zu more once the latter took in more of the sight of Nifty in front of him. The two things were Nifty’s petite size and the one eye right above her smile. Although, Zu got past the one eye pretty quick. It is a rather common sight to see on people down here in hell.

Then Zu realized what Nifty had said and got a little bummed out. He’s gotten used to being called boring but he never learned to like it.

Zu opened his mouth, wanting to insist that knowledge itself is never boring. However, Nifty swiftly proceeded to cleaning the coffee table that made Zu go on about some of the history of wood engraving. Just as quickly as Nifty started cleaning, she already finished and had left the room.

Zu let out a sigh of slight frustration. Then he says “of course, enthusiasm for the wood block in Europe in the sixteenth century. But it did get revived again in the nineteenth century. Hopefully, people will eventually get interested in learning things like how I do.”

Then Zu, placing a hand on the coffee table, helped himself up from the floor. Zu decided next to open a backpack that has the same design as carpet found in an arcade you’d see should you walk into one during the 80′s. He rummaged through it until he takes out a chocolate bar. Zu zipped his backpack closed, opened the bar wrapping, and takes a huge bite into it.

The sugary goodness and the taste only chocolate can have was enough to make Zu crack a smile. He continued on his way, wanting to take more of the hotel in his sight.

Zu was slightly happier here than anywhere else. If only because there’s not a lot of people here. That means there’s not a lot of bitches and douchebags to deal with. Zu thinks that maybe it’d be okay to hang out here. Charlie’s not so bad. Hopefully, her girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad; she just needs some warming up too. Although, Alastor is the biggest problem and the biggest reason to not check into the hotel.

Zu walks to the front desk and see someone there drinking bottle after bottle. He was a cat-demon with big, bright red wings. He also seemed disinterested as Zu approached the front desk. He wonders what kind of personality this perpetual drinker has. It’s important information to know in whether or not to check in. Granted, Alastor will highly likely be enough reason not to but Zu couldn’t combat well against his curiosity.

So Zu says “hi, there,” as he raises his hand and put it down, clearly some kind of waving gesture intended.

The only kind of reaction the cat-demon gave was pointing his line of sight towards Zu. Then the cat-demon resumed drinking. Zu had mixed feelings, being happy knowing that he might have trouble with the desk guy if he leaves him alone but upset because he never liked being ignored. Zu takes a deep breath and turned around.

I just have to get used to that. If I decide to stay, that is. I think I met everyone who’s in the hotel regularly. So let’s weigh pros and cons.

Zu sits down in a couch in the next room and thinks it over.

Benefits would be interacting with the nicest person I ever encountered in hell. Charlie may be a little much at times but she’s still someone I can definitely call my friends. The others are more okay than others, as much as they’re still jerkish. Now cons -

That’s when Alastor popped in his mind. The tour he gave Zu invoked powerful feelings of avoidance in him.

Damn, it really is hell here. Gotta put up with a shit ton of crap just get a smidge of pleasantness.

Zu was thinking hard that he didn’t notice someone sitting next to him. It wasn’t until he was being touched on the thigh that he noticed. Of course, it also made Zu almost jump off the couch.

It certainly made Angel Dust laugh, the person who had sat down on the couch. “You know, you’re cute when you’re a hopeless dork. You should consider yourself lucky.”

Oh shit, Angel Dust is still interested in me. If I’m right, then he’s interested in only one thing but I can’t give it

Still, Zu sat back properly on the couch, while muttering, “thanks.”

Zu put a little distance between him and Angel Dust on the couch but the latter quickly closed it. The look on his face showed his interest very clearly. Zu tried hard not to look at him while keeping an eye out for hands. He jolted when Angel Dust spoke, apparently being surprised by the talking.

“You know, this hotel may not be much but this place can still be pretty fun. How about you let me show you?”

Zu thought that Angel Dust might be another reason to stay. That way, he can witness how beautiful and alluring Angel Dust looks without it seeming as creepy. At least, not as creepy as it would be if Zu didn’t check into the hotel. However, not wanting to see Angel Dust’s disappointment was another reason to not check in.

Zu felt like he was gonna freak when he saw one of Angel Dust’s hands head towards his thigh again. Then there was an explosion in the distance. Zu felt curious about it and got up, heading outside. He didn’t notice Angel Dust’s expression of disappointment over his flirting seemed to have immediately been forgotten.

Still, Angel Dust follows Zu, somewhat curious over the explosion himself. Not to mention, he intends to hopefully hook up with Zu someplace outside the hotel, since he’s following Zu and everything.

Zu saw in the distance a random terrorist throwing bombs everywhere. He debates whether or not doing something about it. On one hand, Charlie lives in the hotel and so Zu would want to protect the place. On the other hand, Alastor is there and, maybe, if the place is wrecked, Alastor will go elsewhere.

As Zu was standing there and trying to decide what to do, there was a flash of white and pink going by him. Zu had noticed that and saw Angel Dust running towards the terrorist with guns ablaze.

There was a bit of a fight between Angel Dust and the terrorist. Zu was in awe in what he saw. Angel Dust was just standing there firing off his gun the whole time, nonchalantly dodging the bombs. Angel Dust managed to get some good shots in, enough to render the terrorist immobile. The whole time, Zu thought that Angel Dust seemed chaotic and powerful, adding more to the beauty the latter already had.

Zu was standing there as Angel Dust walked back, walking a kind of power walk as he held his guns over his shoulders with one pair of arms and the other pair of arms resting its hands on his hips.

“At least now we don’t have to worry about getting interrupted anymore. And this is where I’m crashing so I wouldn’t want some dipshit wrecking it. So,” Angel Dust said, as he tilted up Zu’s chin with one of his free hands, “where were we?”

“I’m checking in.”

That was all Zu said before wiggling his chin out of Angel Dust’s grasp and running back into the hotel and to the front desk where the cat demon was.

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Also, the website link below is how I got the information I bothered getting about wood engravings. I also tried looking up different kind of woodcuts and engravings as well as designs of backpacks in the 80s and dialog and slang from the 40s. I hope I’m right. It’s way past 3 o’clock in the morning as I finished typing this and I’d like to go to bed sometime soon. My OC here is gonna be either tricky or insightful, if I’m using ‘insightful’ right.

https://museum.cornell.edu/exhibitions/end-grain-history-wood-engraving

#hazbin hotel #fanfic series #husk #nifty #oc character

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Sugar is Sweet (and So Are You) ch. 2

[First Chapter] [Next Chapter] [Read on AO3] [Support me on Ko-fi] Rating: T Summary: Plagued by jealousy toward the men Angel sleeps with, Alastor comes up with a plan to keep Angel from having to work the streets. He wasn't planning on becoming an actual client, but having Angel all to himself might prove too sweet to give up--for as long as he can afford it, that is.

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Alastor wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself after his conversation with Angel, but he felt he should be doing something. After some time of pacing around his own room, running his mind in circles trying to figure out what was expected of him here, he was forced to concede that he simply didn’t have the information necessary to make that determination. So he would have to seek someone who did. He went down to the lobby to sit at the bar with a visibly-hungover Husk and asked for his usual—gin and tonic, hold the gin.

“Husker,” he ventured carefully, swirling the tonic water in his glass. His friend (though he used the term loosely) grunted in response. “Would I be right to assume you’ve had some experience with. Er. Filles de joie?”

“First of all, dial down the volume,” Husk grumbled flatly, squeezing his head between his hands as if that might alleviate his headache. “And second, speak English.”

“You know. Working girls. Ladies of the night. Cocettes? Streetwalkers?” How many ways could he say it gently?

“Hookers.”

“…yes.”

“Sure,” Husk agreed with a shrug, resting heavily against the bar. “But what’s it to you? Since when d’you care about that kinda shit?”

“Oh, I don’t. In so many words. But I’ve always been a curious sort, and since I don’t have any personal experience of my own, I figure a secondhand account is better than none,” Alastor explained. The two had known each other long enough that inquiries like this weren’t entirely out of the ordinary, as there were plenty of things about society—mortal or demon—that Alastor had only seen at a distance. Husk, on the other hand, had seen and done quite a lot in his years and could be very helpful when he chose to be.

“Don’t know what you’re gonna do with it, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. Whaddaya wanna know?” He groped absently along the bar for the tumbler of gin he’d withheld from Alastor’s drink and tossed it back all at once, then immediately got dizzy and regretted the sudden motion. “Just. Keep it down.”

“It’s my understanding that escorts, like many other professionals, have regular clients,” Alastor answered, lowering his voice slightly, more because he didn’t want to be overheard having this particular discussion than for the sake of his friend’s comfort. “But I’m not sure what sort of relationship that constitutes.”

“Like you said, a professional one,” Husk told him. “It’s a job, and a client’s a client. No matter how many times ya see ‘em, that doesn’t change.”

“I see. So…that dynamic isn’t likely to develop into something else?”

He let out a dry laugh. “Somethin’ else like what? A gal doesn’t date a john if that’s what you’re askin’.” He was answering almost automatically, not bothering to question where this curiosity had come from. “I hear when a guy starts gettin’ ideas like that, most ‘workin’ girls’ are pretty quick to cut him off.”

Which was exactly what Alastor was afraid of, considering what he knew of Angel Dust. But then, maybe there was a difference if the escort in question had only one patron. Maybe whatever he was getting into with Angel didn’t have exactly the same rules. “In a slightly different vein, then, what about…” Even saying the word felt like an admission, like an embarrassment. But he truly needed some sort of reference point before he got into this, so he had no choice. “Sugaring. The sort of arrangement where—”

“Yeah, I know how it works,” Husk said, waving him off. “Not my thing, though. Too much commitment.”

Well. That was a positive thing, wasn’t it? In terms of what Alastor actually wanted from his interactions with Angel? Commitment, as far as he was concerned, meant exclusivity, which his jealous tendencies certainly appreciated. “Commitment. On the part of the client, you mean?”

“Sure. Once you tell ‘em they can rely on you, they’re gonna. And that means you hafta be able to deliver. Money. Presents. Dates. Whatever she wants, you hand it over.”

None of that sounded bad to Alastor, not if it was Angel he was spoiling; if his previously-idle money could provide enjoyment or satisfaction for the object of his affections, why not let it do so? ‘Dates’ would even mean they were enjoying time together. How could that be negative? “And in return…?”

Husk shrugged again. “She sleeps with you and pretends she likes you. Ain’t worth it if ya ask me.”

Alastor’s eager smile faded slightly. ‘Pretends’? That could be an issue. Even if he hadn’t yet expressed it, the attention and affection he wanted from Angel was the genuine sort, not something motivated purely by money. Maybe he was being greedy in hoping for something like that, when the point of this plan had simply been to stop Angel sleeping with other men. But after the spider’s welcoming attitude and that kiss earlier, he was now starting to hope (a four-letter word if ever there was one) that more might come of it.

As he was trying to decide how to word his next question, the lobby elevator dinged, and Charlie marched out of it, dragging a fully-clothed but obviously reluctant Angel Dust by his wrist. “Don’tcha have night classes or somethin’ I could take? You two givin’ out drinks at this thing?” he grumbled, trudging along behind Charlie without otherwise protesting. When he caught sight of Alastor, his expression shifted from annoyance to a sweet smile. “Hey, boys. Room for one more?”

“Come on, Angel, it’s bad enough that we’re late already,” Charlie scolded.

“What she said,” Husk muttered, his ears turning back and downward at the voices ringing through the lobby. “Get to your fuckin’ meeting already.”

As they walked past on their way to the conference room, where Vaggie and several of their other patrons were already gathered, Angel paused to steal another kiss to Alastor’s cheek, causing Charlie’s eyes to open wide even as he casually strolled past her. The Radio Demon refused to look anywhere near their proprietor, grasping his glass tighter and trying to pretend he didn’t notice her eyes boring into him. She must have taken the hint eventually, as she disappeared into the conference room and shut the doors to begin their meeting, allowing the tension in Alastor’s body to dissipate, at least somewhat.

“Y’know, no one could blame you if ya smacked him when he does that shit,” Husk pointed out, still dispassionate, illustrating with a swipe of his own dangerous claws. “After a couple times, he’ll get the picture, trust me.”

Now this was unusual. Alastor couldn’t recall ever having felt so violently vengeful on the behalf of another person before. He’d never borne Husk any ill will in the past. That said, the thought that he had at some point struck Angel instilled in Alastor a powerful urge to tear out his feathers one by one and then stab them all back in.

“I’m sure violence isn’t necessary,” he said instead, forcibly shoving those images to the back of his mind and reminding himself that Angel had proven more than once already that he could take care of himself. “Maybe he just needs a proper focus for his energy…”

“Hey, if you wanna volunteer, be my guest,” Husk snickered without smiling.

Their conversation was interrupted by an unfamiliar demon nervously slinking into the lobby, looking to check himself in. Alastor quickly shifted into salesman mode to secure another patron and get him set up in his own room. After a whirlwind tour of the establishment, which put him back in his element and did wonders to take his mind off any other concerns he might have at the moment, they made their way back down to the lobby.

“And if I’m not much mistaken, Charlie and the others should be finishing up another session just now,” he crowed, still leading the new arrival with an arm around his shoulders and gesturing to the conference room doors. “She’ll want to welcome you personally, of course, and discuss your goals and expectations for your stay.”

His prediction didn’t come a moment too soon, as the double doors swung open to release the handful of lesser demons who had been gathered for Charlie’s group counseling session. Alastor led the newest member of their merry band of misfits to the princess to call her attention. “Charlie, this fine fellow is—remind us of your name, my good man.”

“Knix,” the burly gent answered, apparently having some trouble with looking anyone in the eye.

“A new arrival!” Alastor concluded, and Charlie beamed at the thought, as always.

“Welcome to the Hazbin! I’m Charlie, and that’s Vaggie”—she indicated her partner, who was straightening up the conference room on her own—“and we run the group meetings. How did you hear about us? What inspired you to come in? Tell me everything there is to know about you.” While she was haranguing the poor fellow to within an inch of his life, Alastor conceded that his work was done and took a step back to watch Charlie’s protégés disperse to their own rooms.

He recognized one self-involved feline named Davronius, a rabbitlike misanthrope simply called Io, an elegant and aloof owlish demon who went by Donatella—but no spiders. Odd, considering how often Charlie held Angel Dust up as her ‘star pupil,’ the exemplar of the hotel’s efficacy. And he typically basked in the attention it got him. Maybe he was still talking with one of his fellow recovering sinners? What a ridiculous thing for Alastor to be jealous of. And yet…

A flash of color darted between the guests and into the conference room, then back out only a moment later. Niffty stood to one side of the doors, her face screwed up into a pout, her eye darting around the room to seek out imperfections. She must have been in a mood, further evidenced by her scurrying over to the stairs to fuss at a guest who was leaning against the banister. Once he had backed off, intimidated despite her tiny stature, she whipped a handkerchief from her pocket and started to polish his fingerprints off the otherwise-pristine wood.

“You know,” Alastor said, strolling in her direction, “the banister can’t serve its purpose if you won’t let anyone touch it.”

“Well maybe if they washed their hands once in a while, it wouldn’t bother me,” she answered testily. “Besides, Vaggie already cleaned up after the meeting, so I don’t have anything else to do. I have to do something.” That was a fair point; there was too much energy in her little form to stand still for long. If she tried, she might spontaneously combust.

“And the entire hotel is already spick-and-span from top to bottom?”

She shot him what he had come to recognize as her version of a glare. “What d’you think I was doing during the meeting? We only have sixteen occupied rooms, and all the empty ones don’t get messy. You don’t even let me go in your room, so it might as well be fifteen. The new guy just got here, so it’s basically fourteen! And now Angel’s not here leaving dirty dishes in the lobby or doing target practice in the common area—”

“N҉o҉t҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉e҉?” There was a scratch of static in Alastor’s voice that he tried to will away as he asked casually, “A҉ng҉el ҉isn’t here? Where is he?” There were only so many reasons he would leave, and considering his recent track record, Alastor was quick to assume the worst.

“He left with some lady while you were upstairs with the new guy,” Niffty explained, flicking her handkerchief briefly in the direction of Knix, who was still in mostly one-sided conversation with Charlie. “His manager, I think.”

That statement was confusing for a few reasons. First, the only person Alastor knew of who could be called Angel’s ‘manager’ was a fellow Overlord named Valentino—a man. Furthermore, Angel had mentioned some time ago that he and Valentino were no longer working together, and Alastor had noted the improvement in his mood since.

But most importantly, the manager issue shouldn’t have applied at all, considering what they had agreed upon earlier in the day. His time shouldn’t need to be managed. Or if anyone is managing it, it should be me. He realized immediately how possessive and controlling that idea was and chastised himself for it. Yet it didn’t change how he felt. This day had come to involve entirely too many feelings, the way he saw it, and he was beginning to get exhausted. Since Angel wasn’t there to explain himself at the moment, Alastor was sure to drive himself up a wall fixating on the problem—unless he had something else to do.

“Do you know what always lifts my spirits when I’m distraught, dear?” he mused, glancing in Niffty’s direction again.

A delighted smile lit up her face and banished any lingering frustration. “A good meal?”

“That’s exactly right. In fact—Charlie!” he called, striding across the room to meet his co-manager with Niffty on his heels. “I hate to interrupt your onboarding discussion, but would you be so kind as to let all our guests know that I’ll be serving dinner this evening?”

“You’re cooking? That’s great! I’ll make sure everyone’s there,” she assured him. With a sly smile, she pointed out, “You sure seem like you’re in a good mood today. Any particular reason for that?”

“When am I ever not in a good mood? Especially when we have a new guest to welcome.” He gave a brief pat to her head, refusing to acknowledge what she was implying, and swept off to the kitchen with Niffty to occupy himself with something he knew how to control.

#RadioDust #can never tell when my stuff's going to turn up in the tag or not...#Angel Dust x Alastor #Alastor x Angel Dust #Sugar is Sweet #Hazbin Angel Dust #Hazbin Alastor

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