[ID: A series of screenshots from Hazbin Hotel juxtaposed with teeny tiny tumblr posts. Sorry Vic, lol.
Image 1: Valentino lounges in his private section of a nightclub, wearing zebra-stripe lapels and fishnet stockings. I’m going to neglect to mention the fact that his cursed neck his visible and instead focus on the fact that there’s a bug zapper in one corner and a security camera in another. Val leans over a particularly attractive woman, and purrs to her, with a tumblr post by f4g4um, “hey you kind of set off my prey drive. wanna get out of here? you first”.
Image 2: Angel Dust professorially holds up one index finger and closes his eyes; it’s not quite mansplaining, it’s significantly more generous than that. A post by geekysteven reads: “A common mistake people make when they go to a sex dungeon for the first time is using their healing items and mana up on the mini-sex boss and being left defenseless when they reach the main boss”.
Image 3: Charlie passionately addresses the heavens with yet another stellar idea as she holds Cherri Bomb’s hand: she physically could not be more frustrated by the situation, and Angel very much shares her distaste. A post by akashicrecord reads: “starting a foundation that gives disadvantaged children one wild ass night at the club”.
Image 4: The Vees’ seminar room. The light is low and conspiratorial; Vox has left his chair and begun to brood in front of the frame; and has revealed that while all of the leather chairs lining the table have a cyan V on the back, Vox’s chair is the fanciest, and has an elaborate headrest to support his gamer-ass ego. Present, in some way or another, is Val, although he’s much more engaged with bedazzling Moneyshot than with either the conversation his partners are sharing or his cosmopolitan. A post by bathroomcube reads: “im bore. does anyone want to shoot each other until one of us hits something vital”.
Image 5: Sir Pentious, his confidence wavering but his smile still intact, lets his gaze flicker nervously off to the side as he shivers uncomfortably in the sex club from 106. A post by sapphling reads: “she might be ‘your girl’ but in a matter of minutes I could fumble her so catastrophically as to permanently secure a space in the hallowed halls of her memory. never forget this”.
Image 6: Back to Val cradling two women in his private booth; his expression is uncertain and a little concerned. A post by goatgirlballs, who has one of those fucking quote unquote “mature content” blurred icons, reads “well if its for fucked up and horny reasons, then i guess its okay…”
Image 7: Alastor curls his hand around Charlie’s face. She is deeply, deeply touched by this gesture, and it readily shows on her face; Alastor, bathed in the green and purple lights of his show magic, is visibly sinister, and appears to not mind showing Charlie that at least a proportion of his behaviour is deceptive. She believes him anyway. A post by toesuckingoctober reads: “the world’s first ethical gaslighter has told you all of your failures in life were actually false memories”.
Image 8: Angel seeks respite in another club; his booth has either a protective spiderweb or a rope ladder on a pirate ship, and another bug zapper is still present in the background. Comfortably, he accepts the advances of a sawfish loan shark as he offers him a clearly spiked drink. A post by maykitz reads: “sure, i’ll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. what’s the worst that could happen”. // End ID.]
