Hazbin OC | +18 | fic writer | RP blog | Hazbin hotel and helluva boss are my life | I love chocolate | comissions: OPEN | headcanon requests: OPEN | RP: OPEN
Iยดm Crysthal and I am a fallen-angel fic writer who LOVES the Hellaverse series so, here I am: starting a tumblr fic blog about it.
Also, I am into RP (you can read about me here) so if you want to start a RP or ask something don't hesistate and go to my inbox which is always open :)
To make sure RP and writing donยดt get mixed and you get lost in the posts, I have a masterlist for each character fics, you will find them at the end of this post.
//OOC: I will try to post draws about my OC (cof cof when I improve my drawing skills cof cof).
//Mun face reveal here
CRYSTHAL ART:
โข Selfie at work (suggestive)
โข Face reveal
โข Gabriela performance
โข Trying new outfit (suggestive)
โข Normal day in the hotel
RP info:
Rules:
I do RP with canon characters and OCs. Everyone is welcome!!
If you send an ask to mun, please specify it.
OOC posts will be marked with // and #mun speaks tag.
Only SFW if you are under 18. If you are not +18 and start a NSFW theme I will not answer it (MDNI).
I feel uncomfortable with gore or grafic violence so please only soft one here, thx ^^.
Crysthal likes chocolate a lot so I recommend you to bring her a piece of cake :3
Gambit: @thegamblingoverlord (currently working at her casino "The Ace")
Evangeline: @divine-reprimand-in-black
Vox: @v0xtek-unofficial
Husk: @bottomshelfseraph
Silver: @silversloft
Angel Dust: @spider-with-the-boots
Azrael: @reddeerofstatic
Tonitru: @ask-tonitru
Alastair: @reddeerofstatic
Writing requests:
I will attend HEADCANON requests about any character and topic. Go to the ask section and feel free to demand whatever you want!
I have to say english is not my mother tongue so if you think I can improve in some way, comments are always welcome :3
Commissions:
Now, If you want me to write a specific fanfic for you (apart those of them I will post in my blog and the headcanon requests), I have my comissions open so if you are interested check the rules and prices here.
THE FIRST THREE PEOPLE REQUESTING WILL HAVE A 30% DISCOUNT FOR 1K FICS AND 2K ONES!!!
And thatยดs all for now guys! I really hope you have a great time here <3
Summary:You feel insecure about your relationship because you self-image problems since you were at the Val's studio and you saw the type of men and women Angel works with. So the spider notices you are weird these days and after talking to you he finds out what the problem is and he comforts you.End with sweet NSFW if you can HAHAHAHA.-@crysthalhellverse
The neon lights of the Hazbin Hotel flickered lazily through the cracked window of your shared room, casting pink and gold hues across the rumpled sheets. Youโd been distant for daysโquiet during movie nights on the lobby couch, picking at your food instead of bantering with Angel over who could make the greasiest sinners blush. The memory of Valโs studio kept looping in your head like a bad reel: the lithe demons with perfect bodies, the confident smiles, the way they moved like they knew exactly how desirable they were. Angel worked with them every day. How could he look at you after that?
Angel Dustโtall, fluffy, four-armed spider demonโhad been watching you. He wasnโt stupid. Not when it came to you.
โAlright, toots,โ he said one evening, kicking the door shut behind him with one heeled boot. His usual flashy coat was already half-off, slung over a chair. โSpill. Youโve been actinโ like I kicked your favorite hellhound puppy. What gives?โ
You sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself. โItโs nothing, Angie.โ
โBullshit.โ He crossed the room in two strides, sitting beside you. Two hands gently cupped your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks, while the other two rested on your waist, pulling you closer. His pink eyes searched yours, soft despite the heavy makeup. โCโmon, baby. Talk to your favorite spider.โ
The words tumbled out before you could stop them. โI went by the studio last weekโฆ just to surprise you. I saw them, Angel. The actors. The ones you film with. Theyโre all soโฆ perfect. Bodies like they were sculpted in Heaven, confident, sexy as hell. And then thereโs me.โ Your voice cracked. โIโve got these stupid insecurities from before I even got here. How can you want me when youโre surrounded by that every day?โ
Angelโs expression softened, then melted into something tender and a little sad. He pulled you into his lap, all four arms wrapping around you in a cocoon of soft fur and gentle strength. โOh, sugarโฆ thatโs whatโs been eatinโ you up?โ
You nodded against his chest, breathing in the faint scent of cherries and gunpowder that always clung to him.
โListen up, because Iโm only sayinโ this once without gettinโ all sappy on ya.โ He tilted your chin up so you had to meet his eyes. โThose schmucks at Valโs? Theyโre work. Plastic smiles, fake moans, and contracts that keep me chained. They donโt know me. Not the real meโthe one who cries at shitty rom-coms, who stays up late makinโ pasta for ya โcause you had a rough day, who actually gives a damn about redemption even if I act like I donโt.โ
His fingers traced your jaw, light and loving. โYou? Youโre real. You see the parts of me that ainโt just legs and fluff and a pretty face. You make me feel safe enough to drop the act. I donโt want โperfect,โ baby. I want youโevery inch, every flaw, every smile you give me when you think Iโm not lookinโ. Youโre mine. And Iโm yours. Studio donโt change that.โ
Tears pricked your eyes. โYou mean that?โ
โCross my cold, dead heart.โ He grinned, but it was soft, genuine. โNow cโmere.โ
He kissed you slowly at firstโsweet, reassuring presses of his lips that deepened when you melted into him. The kiss tasted like cherry lip gloss and relief. His hands roamed gently, one stroking your back, another slipping under your shirt to caress bare skin, warm and careful.
Clothes came off in a lazy, unhurried tangle. Angel laid you back against the pillows, hovering over you with that playful smirk, but his eyes were full of adoration. โLet me show ya how much I love every part of ya, huh?โ
He worshipped you with touches and kissesโdown your neck, across your chest, lower stillโmurmuring praises the whole time. โSo beautifulโฆ so good for meโฆ love how you feelโฆโ His voice was husky, affectionate, never rushed. When he finally slid into you, it was slow and deep, four arms holding you close like he never wanted to let go. You moved together in a sweet rhythm, bodies pressed tight, breaths mingling in soft moans and whispered โI love youโs.
Afterward, tangled in sheets and each otherโs limbs, Angel nuzzled into your neck, one hand lazily tracing patterns on your hip. โBetter, toots?โ
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. โYeah. Way better.โ
โGood. โCause youโre stuck with this spider, insecurities and all. Forever.โ He winked, pulling the blanket higher around you both. โNow get some sleep. We got all nightโฆ and I might need a round two to really drive the point home.โ
The hotel lights hummed softly outside as you drifted off safe in his arms, doubts finally quiet.
//Hello! How are you all? I hope you are having a nice day!
So this post is to announce that I am taking a hiatus from Tumblr. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I AM DEACTIVATING THE ACCOUNT, only that I need some time away from this.
Crysthal is lying face down on her bed in her room, listening to music and drawing something in her notebook. Today the hotel is unusually quiet, perhaps because Charlie has had to go out with Vaggi to buy some spare parts, so the morning activities have been canceled and with everyone locked in their own rooms there isn't much to do in the common areas.
A knock sounds on Crysthal's door, but, without waiting for an answer, Azrael flows in his shadow under the door. He materialises behind Crysthal's back.
"Crysthal!" he cheers, hoping to startle her, "Would you like to go on a teeny-tiny little itty-bitty trip with me and Alastair?~"
Azrael's sudden voice startles Crysthal, who hadn't heard the knock on the door. She quickly takes off her headphones and closes her notebook.
AAAAAAA she screams, alternately shooting bolts of power toward the source of the sound until she realizes it's Az. Az! What a scare, you have to stop coming in like that!
"Should I? Perhaps. Will I? No.~ Do I enjoy being difficult?" he gives her a wider smile, "I think you're smart enough to figure that one out on your own."
"But! Enough dilly-dallying - we have a whole new Ring to explore! - What do you say?!"
Yes, yes, yes, moooost definitely. And you're so calm after almost giving me a heart attack! I swear I'll kill you. Despite everything, she smiles I missed you.
Where are we going? She asks while changing clothes. Alastair is coming too? Her eyes lights up in excitement
"It'd be amusing to see you try," he turns around to give her some amount of privacy. Tho the amount is likely zero due to all the eyes created angels tend to have everywhere.
"Yes, Alastair is coming too," he continues, back still turned. "He doesn't count as a sinner either, so there is nothing stopping him."
"Regarding where we may be going... Simply walking around could be nice. Experiencing the environment. We have prepared for a picnic but we could try and find some local food as well."
"I can also get us to the Morningstar Estate's private beach. If either of you would be interested."
She starts throwing clothes onto the bed in a messy pile. You think I wouldn't be able to? One day I'll have to challenge you to a fight. Hmmmm, if we're going on a picnic and to the beach, I'd better wear a bikini underneath and put a sweatshirt on top. She takes one out of a drawer and stands behind the open door of her closet while she changes. Damn, the zipper on this one is broken. She puts on some shorts with fishnet stockings and high boots.
What about food? She asks out of curiosity while combing her hair into a high ponytail.
//I don't know if you have lunch at this time but happy lunch time! ^^
//Oh also I learn a few new words: "Kda on jรญ? On jรญ tady" is it correct?
Don't look at me like that! I can change later at the beach with my powers or wherever. Your facial expressions say a lot, believe it or not, and one of my powers is reading people's minds, so I can hear eeeeverything you think about me clearly.
Oh, sandwiches and cookies sound delicious! I think the Alastor here left something in the fridge. I once met one who liked deer eyes. I can bring some if there are any left.
//Oh yeah the corrector wrote the "a" sorry. yey I am improving I think
"I don't recall allowing you into my mind," the air gets sharp with static, enough for it to cut nearly imperceivable lines into Crysthal's skin. He is dead serious in his displeasure.
I hope you know at this point that I don't have that power but if I had it I wouldn't used it without permission.
When she hearst the knock she runs and opens the door.
Alastair! I missed you so much! Uh, can I... Can I give you a hug?
//Yes we have it and even more than in english I think. Because we have it for masculine "el, los", femenine " la, las" and single and plural ones. We also have demonstratives (demostrativos, idk If the english word is that one)
Crysthal is a kind of being he hasn't encountered before her. Not knowing exactly what her powers are is infuriating to say the least.
Alastair is hovering pretty high above the floor. Legs curled up and out of reach of any overly excited maids that may spring up on him out of nowhere.
He wants to trust that Niffty understood to not stab this particular angel (himself), but he knows quite well how her brain is usually all over the place.
"Oh dear me, of course sugar!" he quickly flies inside, setting the basket down and giving her a hug.
//Interesting. We don't fully understand the need for articles in a language, but English certainly feel wrong if we don't use them in it.
Oh Alastair, sweetheart, what are you doing up there? She laughs softly when she sees him floating so high, but she understands his concern for Niffty and his penchant for stabbing.
When she feels his embrace, she squeezes him gently, without hurting him, for a few seconds. My sweet deer, I'm so glad to see you! I also think it is the first time I see your face without a mask. You are adorable my dear.
Alastair lands, folding his wings into something that resembles the tailcoats of a suit.
"That is true, isn't it," he blushes a little from the sudden praise. His cheeks are covered in white freckles that match the tips of his ears and tail. Tho, even in his most angelic, he does keep an unmistakable sharpness to his teeth.
"Well, let's get a move-on, people!" Azrael spins his staff and swoops open a portal, "I know we are going to Sloth, but even there they know the joys of active relaxation!"
Behind the portal outlined in sickly green, opens up a fairytale pink grove.
Sleeping willow that looks as of it's made out of brushed cotton. Shrubbery as if made out of clouds. Crystal dust floating in the air adding it the shimmer of a dream.
Oh Alastair, you're so cute when you blush. I think I'll die of cuteness overload with you! I love your freckles.
When she sees the other side of the portal, she can't help but let her eyes light up. She's never seen anything like it, not even in Heaven. Everything seems so... peaceful.
Wow, this is different. She enters and start looking around.
//I am going to bed, tomorrow I have a driving class at 9. Rest well and take care sweetie ^^.
Alastair makes a startled fawnish bleat, but is smoothed by Azrael giving him a small kiss to his temple.
The two deer follow her through the portal. Neither of them have been is Sloth much. There never was a need for it outside the initial curiosity.
"Both sharp and soft at the same time,~" Azrael nudges a crysthal flower of a fluffy bush to his nose. It smells sweet yet refreshing. Like fresh sundried laundry.
Something glints on the ground, Alastair picking it up.
"I forgot that all rocks here are crystalline gems," he brings it up towards the gentle sun to watch the kaleidoscope of colours, "How lovely."
Crysthal approaches a tree, admiring a bright red fruit. It looks like a pure ruby. It looks so delicious that she wants to take a bite, but it's too high up for her to reach. She thinks about using her wings. It's been a couple of weeks since her operation, but she hasn't tried them out yet.
Finally, she decides to try climbing the tree, so she jumps up, grabs the trunk, and starts going up.
I know, but I want to do it myself she replies as she reaches the branch and stretches her arm to grab the fruit, which is still out of reach. She decides to use minor magic to gently pluck it and pull it toward her body.
For a moment, she is mesmerized by its shine before taking a bite. "How soft and sweet" she thinks to herself as she takes the opportunity to climb down to the ground.
"It shouldn't be poisonous, no," Azrael reassures, "But it could have some medical effects. Not too much of them - it's not refined straight from a tree - so you should be fine."
//Our sleeping schedule is basically nonexistent, but we have rested.
//I hope your sleep is in a better shape than ours.
//I also apologise for the lack of responses, which will very likely continue as we have been a lot blurry and disassociated recently.
//Oh honey. No, no, no, you don't have to apologize, and I'm so sorry you're going through a tough time. We'll continue when you feel ready and if you feel like it, and if not, then we'll leave it there and that's fine <3
I hope you can get some rest. Please prioritize your sleep when you feel like you can sleep for a little while. Sending you a big, big, big hug from here. If you need anything and there is something I can do please let me know, okay? I am here.
//I am happy you are not in pain then โฅ๏ธ. How was your morning?
//Of course I am okay with that!
Thank goodness Crysthal replies as she takes another bite of the fruit. So, where are we going now? Alastor once told me that there were furry animals here. Can we go see them? Please?
"Hmmm... I think I remember Luciel mentioning something about therapy or support animal wings in hospitals and some community centers here in Sloth," Azrael hums, "We could take a little walk around the place and see if we'll find somewhere like that."
"There are a lot of sheep around,," Azrael drawls as they walk to a street, "but I wouldn't advise petting them before asking for their permission."
Alastair stiffles a laugh, knowing it'd be inappropriate.
"Maybe even asking them wouldn't be the best idea,,," he points out, "I doubt any of us would want to be insensitive."
If Crysthal focuses more on the demons now walking around them, she can very likely notice the majority of them being sheep-like with a candle on their head.
Both of the deer chuckle, obviously enjoying teasing the fallen angel.
"I am sure we can find a shelter around somewhere," Azrael lets his shadows loose to search around.
It doesn't take long for them to find one, only a few streets from them. It seems to be connected to one of the community centres Az mentioned hearing about before.
Alastair points out how that sounds like a good system to get the animals socialised, enriched and advertised for adoption.
They walk inside, a calm melody announcing their arrival.
"Welcome to Fluffy Haven - the shelter and amateur animal therapy centre," the front desk worker yawns, as if woken up only by them coming inside, "How can I help you?"
Hey! You guys are so mean pretends to pout and be angry. When they enter the place, however, her eyes light up and she can't help but jump up and down with excitement.
Alastair, Alastair. Pinch me, please because I think I am dreaming. I always wanted to adopt a cute and fluffy animal...
Hellooooo! She greets the worker cheerfully when they walk in, even though he doesn't show much emotion. I'm looking for a little sheep to adopt. Do you have any around here?
With a mischievous smile, Alastair pinched her. - He has claws. It hurts.
The worker seems to be taken aback by how the "demons" in front of him look like - not like any hellborn, that's for sure! But he just groans and lets it go.
"We have a lot of demon sheep here, ma'am. Let's go to the back so you can have your pick."
He puts down a "back in 10 minutes" sign on the desk and gestures them to the housing area.
There are many cages there, but most of them are empty. "Seems the critters are enjoying the nice weather," the worker comments. It makes a small smile appear on his lips. He gestures them to the door on the other side of the room, leading them outside.
As they walk by one of the cages, they can notice a strange sight of a light purple sheep sitting in a very "human" position in one of the cages. It's even wearing clothes! On a closer look... The creature looks suspiciously like a cherub.
Outside, the group is welcomed by a wide paddock spotted by many ungulates of many shapes, sizes, colours and fluffiness levels. There also seem to be some birds mixed in.
Awwww, they're all so cute! Crysthal begins to walk slowly among the animals and starts looking between the sheep. She finds one with very soft pink fur and light brown skin lying on its back, basking in the sun. She laughs softly when she sees it and crouches down next to it to scratch its belly.
The little sheep moves her head and looks at her curiously for a moment. Then the animal closes her eyes and lets out a soft bleat as it smiles, and Crysthal moves her caresses to her ears. She picks her up and returns to the worker and the two deer.
Az, Az, Az, look! She places the sheep in front of Azrael's face as she smiles broadly looking just like Alastair. She's beautiful! She's as adorable as he is!
"She is beauty, she is grace, she's about to lick my face," Azrael steps back with an expression of lighthearted disgust, making Alastair laugh.
The worker look at the sheep and checks his spreadsheets.
"Yeah, sure, nobody asked for her yet. The pink ones are really common so people usually don't pick them. A shame really..."
"Before I sign her off to you, I do have to check if you have everything needed for her care however," he hands her a care sheet for demon micro sheep.
Seems the sheep needs to be allowed to roam a pretty big area where it can't eat anything it shouldn't. Plus, it obviously needs grass, water, some fruits and minerals to add to its diet, daily grooming and yearly veterinary visits. Luckily, as it is a Hell sheep, it can't overheat like Earth sheep can.
"So... I'm guessing you are a first time owner... Will your guardians vouch for you?" he looks to Az and Al, seemingly interpreting Crysthal as their child.
Yes, I have everything this little one needs. There's a vet near where I live, and I can take her for a checkup tomorrow. I promise I'll take good care of her. I'll buy her everything she needs, and she'll be very happy with me. Isn't that right, little sheep?
When she hears the word โguardians,โ she can't help but burst out laughing. She laughs, doubling over with the little animal still in her arms.
Oh, you're so funny! They're not my parents. Do you think I'm a child? I'm older than you'll ever be. Besides, my parents... they, well, they died when I was very young. She lowers her gaze and feels her eyes moisten a little. The little sheep smiles at her and sticks out its tongue to lick her cheek. Crysthal hugs her and holds her close in her arms.
Don't worry, little one, you're not alone anymore. Now you have me and I have you she murmurs.
Alistair puts a hand in quiet support on Crysthal's shoulder when she mentions her parents.
The shelter worker nods, gesturing her to fill the needed paperwork.
"She is all yours," he stamps it, making Crysthal officially the new owner of the fluffy demonic sheep.
When they walk out of the shelter, Azrael can't hold his curiosity anymore and pets the sheep. Alistair does so quickly after.
The little creature may be the fluffiest sheep in the whole universe!
Now, with such a cute new addition, they can continue their little adventure they set upon that day.
//Hello. So sorry for essentially ghosting you. We were very unwell and then the anxiety of not replying set in, making us not reply for further.
//I don't think we are going to get better any time soon, so I tried to write this reply as a conclusion to the RP - the sheep being an established pet for dear Crysthal.
//We are deeply sorry for stringing you along for so long.
//Thank you so incredibly much for writing with us all the things you have. Our time with you has been splendid. We do hope to see you around, but we cannot promise with clear conscience to stay in touch. Life's just a lot.
//Hello! I am so sorry you are feeling that way dear. Don't worry for not replying before to this, I didn't feel ghosted and I really hope things get better for you in a near future.
//I also enjoyed writing with you, thank you so much for RPing with me too ^^. I send you a big hug from here. Ily <3
๐ for what my muse would write about yours in their diary.
๐ท for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours.
๐ for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.
๐ช for the eulogy my muse would give for yours.
๐ for a letter my muse would write to yours.
๐ซ for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.
๐จ for a text my muse would send to yours.
๐ฌ for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party.
๐ for what my muse would say upon hearing about your museโs death.
๐ช for what my muse would say to your museโs child about them.
๐ for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested.
๐ for the toast my muse would give at your museโs wedding.
Can you imagine the intimacy of being in bed with Alastor?
Not to have sex, but to know that he respects you enough to trust you and undress himself, feeling safe, allowing his body to touch yours, your skin brushing together.
Knowing that, as much as he hates touch contact, he canโt help but take your hand, kiss your knuckles one by one; to hold you close, surrendering to the feeling of having you all to himself and allowing himself emotional involvement. One of the rare moments when he lets his mask fall, even if he still doesnโt show you 100% of his emotions and plans, because he doesnโt want to lose your respect or frighten you with his nature.
Can you imagine his warm breath against your neck?
His light, clawed fingers playing with your nipples and your hair? With your hips too, tracing paths of ticklish touches and caresses.
Your body is his.
And how he can explore it, discovering new ways...
