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A few things:
🌟 I am a signed model. Contracted. Employed. Shooting. Thriving.
🌟 Do not ask about the terms of my contract. It’s boring legal stuff and also none of your business.
🌟 Yes, I live at the Hazbin Hotel. No, that does not mean I’m “redeeming.” I just like affordable housing.
🌟 I am unable to confirm or deny any rumors about the Vees, so please do not ask. Legal action will be taken against you and your family if this request is ignored.
🌟 Do not ask for free clothing. How would I make a living if I gave out free confidence?
🌟 IF you ask for some poetry, I MIGHT be able to give my stars a snippet into my inner workings. If the workings are approved by Velvette first.
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"Shine bright or burn - either way, be a star."
– N★va 💫
OOC:
This is just a fan account! I like drawing and this is just a silly Hazbin Hotel OC I made. I'll post here sporadically, so don't expect much lol. Ask anything! I'm down to roleplay, chat about Nova, chat about the show in general, chat about characters (especially Vox), and just chat!
I will post about Nova on here mainly, but not exclusively her! I will also post other silly drawings and maybe some character studies 👀👀👀
This acc is gonna be a weird combo of in-character and out-of-character, but I believe it will be pretty obvious when I'm in! Hope you love the silly little star girl as much as I do <3
I have been in a creative slump recently. I really want to draw, but I'm not vibing with anything I'm making. I want to branch out and practice drawing things I haven't perfected to get out of my comfort zone.
If you have a Hazbin Hotel OC you would like drawn (or any other OC for that matter, I won't adhere strictly to HH) please send me an ask! Make sure it isn't anonymous or at least tag one of your blogs so I can ask follow-up questions if necessary.
If you would like your character drawn, please send these two things:
Reference image / detailed character description
Posing (do you want just a regular headshot, or your character doing something?)
A summary of your character (name, age role within story, Hazbin or not, etc. The more details the better!)
Each drawing will take ~2-3 days.
Feel free to use the drawing I make in any way you want! (as long as it's not for AI training). I would appreciate being credited, but again that's not strictly necessary.
The only thing I won't draw is NSFW (nudity or provocative characters). I am willing to blur the line a little for situations like models wearing lingerie (like my character Nova does). I have no problem with gore, furrys/fursonas, or anything like that. I have no problem with self-ships either, and I might draw your character along with their preferred partner if you provide enough details in your ask.
Please reach out! I am excited to draw all of you guys' lovely characters!
Hazbin Hotel season 2 did NOT change Valentino. It just showed him from another perspective.
I see so many people bitching about how Vivzie tries to make him more likeable in S2, or how he went from scary and evil to stupid and silly. NOT TRUE. The point of his change is supposed to show perspective. Around the Vees, Valentino is not the one in charge. Vox mainly takes the lead, and even then they're all partners. They're all friends. He has no power over them, has no reason to intimidate them, and is more openly stupid.
However, whenever he's with Angel, his demeanor changes completely. This is because we are seeing a different side of him. Within their relationship, Val has all of the power. He wants to flaunt the power gap, and uses fear tactics to keep Angel complacent. We see Val from Angel's perspective during S1 or any time he's scary. Just because someone is stupid doesn't mean they're not scary when they have power over you (he literally owns Angel's soul in this case). We see him from Angel's perspective, and Angel is SCARED of this guy.
With the Vees, Val is shown more as his true self. He's an idiot with influence and a way with scare tactics. He's not some ominous, angry, manipulative creep. He's also stupid, flamboyant, and honestly kinda funny. The show did not change Valentino in any way. I'm sure in S3 we'll see more of him being the scary toxic owner everyone seems to want him to be. But, we'll also see him interacting with the Vees plenty and being stupid. The change was in the show's perspective.
Also, side note, Vivzie did not glorify abuse by giving a character personality. In reality, abusers can be anyone. He's not suddenly a good person because he has a sense of humor or isn't intelligent. She actively hates on him in every single interview she's in. The show doesn't try to make you like him, it just gives him more than one layer.
It does make sense, even in Hell, abusers have two faces: the public face and the real person when they are with their victims and their enablers. All of Valentino’s ‘employees’ are under soul contracts and depending on the terms/wording they can’t kill him, but like Angel, exploit loopholes.
I want to make it clear that I didn't mean Val is a good person in secret and just uses an abusive mask to scare others or whatever. Trust me when I say Valentino is my least favorite individual in the show. He is genuinely a monster and there's no way around that. However, the show isn't trying to make him less of a monster by giving him a personality, making him stupid/immature, or showing a different side of him. He's still perfectly capable of being two-faced. His dynamic between his friends and victims is going to be different. Therefore, we are going to see this character in different lighting depending on who he's interacting with.
I think Valentino is a well written character. I might get a lot of hate for this, but I think he is genuinely intriguing. He's not a one-dimensional villain - he's got feelings that get hurt when Vox doesn't seem to reciprocate his love (or whatever you want to call it). I think he makes for a dynamic character, and I just hate seeing people claim that Vivzie or the show sucks because he's not shown being abusive 24/7. I'm not saying he's lovable. I'm not saying he's secretly good. I'm not defending him or his actions. I just think he hasn't changed as much as people think he has.
No hate to anyone responding! I enjoy having online discourse lol. I think it encourages others and myself to think critically on topics we would otherwise accept as easily agreed upon. Thanks to anyone who reblogs with their 2 cents, whether they agree or not :)
Hazbin Hotel season 2 did NOT change Valentino. It just showed him from another perspective.
I see so many people bitching about how Vivzie tries to make him more likeable in S2, or how he went from scary and evil to stupid and silly. NOT TRUE. The point of his change is supposed to show perspective. Around the Vees, Valentino is not the one in charge. Vox mainly takes the lead, and even then they're all partners. They're all friends. He has no power over them, has no reason to intimidate them, and is more openly stupid.
However, whenever he's with Angel, his demeanor changes completely. This is because we are seeing a different side of him. Within their relationship, Val has all of the power. He wants to flaunt the power gap, and uses fear tactics to keep Angel complacent. We see Val from Angel's perspective during S1 or any time he's scary. Just because someone is stupid doesn't mean they're not scary when they have power over you (he literally owns Angel's soul in this case). We see him from Angel's perspective, and Angel is SCARED of this guy.
With the Vees, Val is shown more as his true self. He's an idiot with influence and a way with scare tactics. He's not some ominous, angry, manipulative creep. He's also stupid, flamboyant, and honestly kinda funny. The show did not change Valentino in any way. I'm sure in S3 we'll see more of him being the scary toxic owner everyone seems to want him to be. But, we'll also see him interacting with the Vees plenty and being stupid. The change was in the show's perspective.
Also, side note, Vivzie did not glorify abuse by giving a character personality. In reality, abusers can be anyone. He's not suddenly a good person because he has a sense of humor or isn't intelligent. She actively hates on him in every single interview she's in. The show doesn't try to make you like him, it just gives him more than one layer.
There are a lot of people who want victims to be idiots too, so it means they can never be a victim, because they aren't stupid.
Valentino must be obviously evil at all times, because Angel Dust was stupid to fall into his trap. Val can't be a fully rounded individual who could have tricked anyone into giving him their soul, because that is uncomfortable.
The show keeps trying to show everyone that all three of the Vees are all awful and people keep coming up with excuses as to why Vox and Velvette aren't. Season 2 got rid of some Vox of the people who thought Vox was redeemable, but there are still plenty who think he is while Val is can't be. People try to act like Velvette isn't all in on all the abuses going on and that she doesn't do plenty of it herself.
It's very strange and I can't figure out why.
And my side note is I don't think Val is stupid. He is impulsive and obviously not educated in the same way Vox or Velvette are, but whether or not he needed help to become an Overlord with Vox, he knows what he is doing. He makes products that people want. He can read people to get close enough to use his other abilities to reel in new contracts. He allows himself to be open and let Velvette or Vox know when he doesn't know something, or go along when he doesn't care to know something, but that's become he is comfortable with them.
Season one has a great showing of his intelligence by using Angel to get rid of Charlie. He knows he can't do it himself. He has a temper which is hard to control, but he manages to do so enough to get Charlie off his back and prove he has Angel under control, despite Angel not living with him anymore.
A stupid person couldn't do that. A bad person? Yes. Stupid? No.
It's hard to explain what I mean by stupid. He's obviously intelligent enough to rise to power, manipulate others, and create/execute plans. However, he also is shown repeatedly by the show to be stereotypically stupid for lack of a better word. Immature, impulsive, not understanding Vox's plans (though technically he was right because Vox was just throwing around abstract ideas with no concrete action lol), etc. Though, to be fair, this isn't necessarily intelligence stupid. If there were a word to encompass immature, impulsive, and emotion-driven (therefore easily manipulable, as shown by Vox), then that's what I would have used. However, stupid was just the one that came to mind. Sorry for the confusion
I'm glad you pointed out the other Vees being bad. I hate how people declare rape as the worst of all crimes against humanity. Who are you to say that it's worse than death, physical abuse, etc? Just because Vox didn't rape anyone (as far as we know) doesn't make him automatically better than Valentino. Same goes for Velvette. She literally produces the date-rape drug that all three of them benefit from. They are all bad, and I strongly dislike when people make Valentino out to be the worst.
They're all horrible, they all manipulate (and are subsequently manipulated), they all harm others, and they're all completely fine with it. I haven't seen a lick of guilt from any of the three.
Hazbin Hotel season 2 did NOT change Valentino. It just showed him from another perspective.
I see so many people bitching about how Vivzie tries to make him more likeable in S2, or how he went from scary and evil to stupid and silly. NOT TRUE. The point of his change is supposed to show perspective. Around the Vees, Valentino is not the one in charge. Vox mainly takes the lead, and even then they're all partners. They're all friends. He has no power over them, has no reason to intimidate them, and is more openly stupid.
However, whenever he's with Angel, his demeanor changes completely. This is because we are seeing a different side of him. Within their relationship, Val has all of the power. He wants to flaunt the power gap, and uses fear tactics to keep Angel complacent. We see Val from Angel's perspective during S1 or any time he's scary. Just because someone is stupid doesn't mean they're not scary when they have power over you (he literally owns Angel's soul in this case). We see him from Angel's perspective, and Angel is SCARED of this guy.
With the Vees, Val is shown more as his true self. He's an idiot with influence and a way with scare tactics. He's not some ominous, angry, manipulative creep. He's also stupid, flamboyant, and honestly kinda funny. The show did not change Valentino in any way. I'm sure in S3 we'll see more of him being the scary toxic owner everyone seems to want him to be. But, we'll also see him interacting with the Vees plenty and being stupid. The change was in the show's perspective.
Also, side note, Vivzie did not glorify abuse by giving a character personality. In reality, abusers can be anyone. He's not suddenly a good person because he has a sense of humor or isn't intelligent. She actively hates on him in every single interview she's in. The show doesn't try to make you like him, it just gives him more than one layer.
Hiya! I'm Nova, and I'm new to Hell as of two days ago. I saw an ad for the Hazbin Hotel that mentioned it was free, and I am very much interested in sleeping somewhere other than the streets. Apartments cost money, which means I need a job, and I don’t happen to have one yet. Before I just showed up, I wanted to stop by and ask a few questions!
I don’t mind the whole group therapy stuff, I love sharing my stories and feelings, but I was wondering if actual improvement was graded? Like, if I didn’t “get better” or whatever, would you kick me out? That kinda leads into my second question,
Do you know who I would talk to if I think there was a mistake made? I’m pretty sure I’m already perfect, so I have no idea why I’m in Hell. I think someone made a mistake. I swear, I’m the nicest person you’ll ever meet! I don’t really think I’m redeemable; I think I’m already good. Just…in the wrong place. Mistakes happen, right? Is this normal? I should be in Heaven.
…if, for whatever reason, this isn’t a mistake (though I strongly believe it is), would there be any opportunities for me to share my poetry within the hotel? As I mentioned before, I love sharing my feelings with others, and what better way to express oneself than through poetry? I love hearing feedback about my poems. I love the support, sympathy, emotions, and adoration my theatrics true, real feelings draw from others. You seem like the kind of people who admire art!
And please, don't forget, I want out I want out I want out I shouldn't be here this is wrong I'm perfect I don't need to change there's nothing wrong everything here is wrong I am currently homeless! That is so tragic, isn't it? I really, really need a home right now. Can you help a poor, lost soul?
Kisses and well wishes!
-Nova🦋✨
Hi, Nova! Gosh, I'm really sorry to hear about your situation, and of course, we'd be happy to take you in as long as you're looking to get better!
As for your questions:
No, we don't "grade" the guests! I mean, we track their progress, but we don't kick anyone out for not "doing well enough" or anything! That seems cruel!
...Hm. I mean... I'm sure you are good! Everyone has good traits! But... while we don't understand all the details of why people get sent to Hell, we're pretty sure that there is a reason for everyone who's here. I don't really think that "mistakes" like that just... happen... Theoretically, we could get you in contact with Heaven if you truly feel you deserve to be there, but... I'm not sure that's a good idea. 😅 I'm also not sure they'd be able to help you, since they don't really understand the system either! We're figuring it out together!
Oh, we LOVE when guests engage in healthy hobbies! Of course you could share your poetry! I mean, there's a time and place for it, but we do have activities that involve guests sharing their passions with each other! Sounds like you'd be a great fit for those!
Yes, of course we'll help you! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Please, come as soon as you're able!
—Charlie, Owner of the Hazbin Hotel
Hm.
I'll be keeping an eye on you, Nova. You're still welcome to join, of course, but we're not gonna let you walk all over us.
If you're not planning to do that, then great. I'm just letting you know, since I have a suspicion that you might need to hear it. But that's all I'm doing. For now.
Some artwork I did for a fanfic I wrote (how narcissistic!). I'm actually really proud of it, despite how simple it is lol. If you look closely, both the dagger and the gun have little heart motifs :)
Read Error 404: Affection Not Found here!
(I poured wayyyyyyy too much effort into this silly fanfic. If you've seen @cherry-blitz's Persistance Pays au and enjoy a healthy dose of angst, I highly encourage checking it out!)
A fanfic for @cherry-blitz, based on their Persistance Pays AU in which instead of giving up after his failed proposal, Vox implants a chip in Alastor's brain that is able to identify and report his internal feelings and affection levels. Essentially, Vox turns Alastor into a dating sim. Read more about the original au here!
In this fic, Alastor finds out about the chip and angst ensues.
Word count: 4.5k
Songs: Rät by Penelope Scott, Feel Better by Penelope Scott, Unsweetened Lemonade by Amelie Farren
Trigger Warnings: implied suicide, slight gore, and general unhappiness.
Thank you for letting me write this Cherry!
Read on Ao3 or under the cut!
Like creamer in coffee—the way he knew the other preferred—silver snaked along metal in hypnotic swirls. Trailing along the barrel, gliding down the handle, it gleamed under his cold claws.
Tink, tink, it said as he readjusted his grip. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, and he forced his gaze along the vine of steel. Up and down, and up and down again.
A knife lay on the floor beside his feet, styled similarly to the gun. The handcrafted blade shone with laughter, taunting him to finish the job. The other had brought a knife to a gunfight; how ironic. The idiom brought bile to his throat.
He kicked away the knife. Two bullets had been commissioned for a reason. It skittered to a stop next to—well, did it matter? To avoid looking, he followed the glimmering path of angelic steel encasing his pistol again. Spinning it in his hand, his eyes trailed to the muzzle at the tip of the barrel. Beautiful. Carmine had been paid handsomely.
A single digit still rested on the trigger. He was shaking, exhaustion settling within his marrow. His arm lifted, and he had to find a new sight to fix his gaze upon. He would not look down.
So, instead, he looked up. His eyes dragged sluggishly with the tilt of his head, eventually locking onto a shining light in the sky. Heaven.
He idly wondered if any divine being would stop him. Perhaps he was still destined for greatness. He envisioned God Themself descending from the sky, gently easing the gun from his hand, and promising a future where he wouldn’t hurt. You will be fine, They would promise. You will forget, They would soothe.
Alas, nobody came to take away his destiny. The metal still pressed against his head. His hands had stopped shaking.
How funny. He had taken a life just minutes ago, shivering like a frigid stray. But now, when another death was to be dealt, he was calm. Maybe his body knew that this was right. This was the only ending left to him.
It didn’t have to end this way. If Alastor had just been a little more ignorant, or if Vox had just been a little more cunning. Maybe, just maybe, they could have been happy.
The mechanical whir of who-knows-what was constantly alive in Vox’s room. The sound used to bring Alastor to the verge of a headache, and his picture-box’s incessant whining would tip the scale.
Thankfully, some divine being in charge of fate decided it was time for a change. Now the machinery settled like a comfortable blanket of white noise, relaxing him in the embrace of familiarity. The blue that once strained his eyes now felt like an ocean that washed away his worries and slowed the hammering of his heart. Of course, the hammering returned every time Vox glanced his way, but he didn’t mind it so much then. Maybe he was a masochist—he had an inkling that wasn’t the (only) reason, though.
The gentle clacking of keys melted into the mechanical hum, creating a lulling orchestra that coaxed Alastor to rest his eyes. He was splayed across the bed in Vox’s office, his cool comforter lazily bundled beneath him. The warm fuzz settling in his stomach was welcome as he squinted his lids open to watch his friend work.
With a contented hum, Alastor broke into the symphony. “Vinny, I think I would like to talk.”
Vox paused, glancing over to the deer in his bed. His bed!
“About what?”
There was one thing weighing on Alastor’s mind for the past few days. Actually, that was a lie; there were two. The first had taken many, many years even to begin considering. The term ‘friendship’ was big enough, so the fact that he had been pondering more irked him enough to ignore the possibility for a couple of extra years.
However, there was only so long one could put off their emotions. Alastor certainly wasn’t ready to conclude anything—but maybe he was ready to discuss it.
Rosie, for example, had been a pain in his ass lately. Ever since he had told Vox about their deal, Alastor had been careful to keep the burden of working under her unnoticeable to his companion. Since his forced sabbatical—he shuddered at the memory—his emotions toward his owner had deteriorated significantly. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could—no, wanted to keep them to himself.
Alastor considered all of this for a moment before conceding, “Oh, just stuff. I’m growing rather bored at the moment.”
The hunk of metal and glass smiled, leaning back in his chair to exit his world of work. It could wait.
Fingers interlaced together, and a lazy grin splayed across his screen, Vox prompted, “Okay then, tell me about your first day here. In Hell, I mean. It’s hard to see you as anything other than the monster you are now—were you ever a fledgling? Or were you always completely secure in your ways?”
Alastor’s smile pursed, but it loosened with a shrug. “I…I can recount that. But if I’m going to be honest, then I demand tit for tat. Promise you’ll answer whatever I ask truthfully?”
With a quick nod, Vox agreed to the informal rules. They had no secrets between them anymore.
“Well,” Alastor began with a sigh, “it’s not what I expected. I thought Hell would be all flames, torture, and pain—” he broke off, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, “which, I suppose it is, but not exactly how I had envisioned it.”
“It’s so civilized,” he continued, “yet completely devoid of humanity. There’s still structure and even a functioning economy. It’s disturbingly reminiscent of Earth, while still wildly different. I had been raised to anticipate individualized physical torture—whips and the like.”
“There’s still plenty of whips here,” Vox helpfully pointed out. He was silenced with a pillow to the face.
“However,” Alastor concluded once Vox had recovered from the attack, “when I came into contact with Rosie and discovered the extent of my promised power, everything eased into place. I swiftly climbed the ranks with my intoxicating power, and the rest is history.”
An audio clip of applause played from Vox’s speakers, followed by “Bravo, bravo! What an inspiring tale of overcoming strife and all that nonsense. I feel enlightened, thank you!”
Alastor rolled his eyes. With considerable effort, he pulled himself from the cushioned mattress to sit up and face the idiot across from him.
An old memory then made itself known, and with a chipper voice, he announced, “My turn!”
Vox spread his arms as if expecting an embrace, a smug expression fixated on his glass. “Hit me, Allie.”
He raised a brow in confusion, and the other’s arms fell with a frustrated groan. “It means—never mind, just ask.”
His emotions were only the first of many things on his mind. The second made its way past his lips and into Vox’s audio port.
“What happened that night in the 50s when you found me unconscious in the streets?”
Vox’s smile immediately lost its smugness.
“Something just doesn’t add up to me about the whole ordeal,” he continued, ”I’ve never been jumped by random sinners before, and you arrived at just the perfect time to rescue your damsel in distress?”
This was true. With his insurmountable power, no one had dared challenge his authority. Fear had commanded respect for him his entire afterlife—with the exception of that night.
He continued rambling, gesturing animatedly as he recounted the too-coincidental events. “And you should have hated me! I found you less than pleasant after your pathetic proposal, and I believe I made that quite obvious. I feel I have the right to know the truth, Vinny, don’t you agree?”
The funniest thing happened to Vox’s face. It froze like a video with a poor connection, glitching in the way Alastor used to coax out with insults. Except this time, he employed no teasing. He had even refrained from calling him ‘Voxent’! He watched curiously as his TV came back online.
“I– you– don’t be ridiculous, Al.” He shook his head, standing to walk towards his deer. “You already know–” he broke off, a distinct green glimmer silencing him. Betrayal took hold of both of them.
“You tried to lie,” Alastor accused.
“You made a sneaky deal!” Vox shot back.
Vox sighed, sinking onto the bed next to him. He had a strange look on his face—he was scheming, Alastor quickly identified. But, underneath the conniving visage, he recognized a thin layer of fear struggling to stay unnoticed. The idea of Vox being scared to share something with Alastor unnerved him to the point of nausea. Vox knew practically everything about him; how dare he hide like this now?
Before more accusations could fly from Alastor’s mouth, Vox spoke up.
“I…told you…” He began, carefully enunciating each word as if to make sure he was pronouncing them correctly, “I’ve told you that I saw a stray laser hit you. Probably from one of the turf wars going on; you’ve seen Pentious’ weapons. I’ve said that I helped you up, that’s all. And I think you know how stubborn I can be when I want something. I don’t see why you need to keep bringing it up—we’ve talked about this already.”
His tone suggested he wasn’t willing to discuss the matter further. It didn’t escape Alastor how he managed to skirt around the loose constraints of the deal simply by mentioning that he had said something. The look in Vox’s eyes prevented him from pointing this out. His calm, collected genius of a manipulator looked like a cornered animal, and the thought tugged at his heart in a way that made him drop his eyes along with the subject.
“If you say so, Vin. Just know…” He hesitated. Alastor was not one for comforting words. “There’s nothing you could do that’s unforgivable. I know you; you would never take anything too far.”
His hesitancy was validated when the attempt was met with abject horror. He shouldn’t have said anything.
Standing suddenly, Alastor cleared his throat. “I’m going to go check on the hotel. Lord knows what Charlie has been up to the past few hours—the poor girl could have burned the whole place down by now, ha ha!”
Vox chuckled halfheartedly, and with a small glance back at him, Alastor sank into his shadows.
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Something was wrong, and Alastor was going to find out what. Perhaps Vox had made a deal with someone not to discuss the situation—but the solution there was easy. He simply had to find whoever was constraining his dear friend to the deal and kill them! Then the silly picture box would be free to speak as he pleased, and they could tell each other everything once more.
Don’t worry, Vox. He promised to find what kept him silent.
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Holy shit holy shit holy shit that was so fucking close.
Alastor was a hair away from discovering the chip, and Vox had barely caught onto their tiny deal before ruining absolutely everything. That slippery bastard was too smart for his own good.
It’s okay, though; everything was fine. Vox made sure there were no loose ends. Alastor would never know.
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“I swear, Alastor, you spend more time at V Tower than at the hotel you host!”
Various murmurs of agreement with Vaggi came from the mingling residents of the Hazbin Hotel. The only one who kept their mouth shut was Sir Pentious, who was actually making a run (slither?) for his room.
Alastor curiously watched the pathetic sinner slink down the hall in search of his bedroom. Sir Pentious’s mood was mercurial in relation to Alastor, but he had never been able to pinpoint the topic that set him off. He wondered…
Pentious had his hand on the brass doorknob, but before he had the chance to turn it, Alastor materialized next to him for a friendly visit.
“Hello, my dear!”
The snake jumped, which was a rather unfitting expression considering the fact that he was a serpent and never actually left the ground. Beads of sweat traced his jaw, and Alastor knew he was right on the money.
Without lending time for a reciprocal greeting, Alastor questioned, “Do you know Vox, my close friend? He’s got a TV for a face and happens to be in every advertisement on this side of the pentagram. You’ve seen him, yes?”
Bulging eyes looked up at him—up because Pentious had seen to make himself as small as possible, smart man—and gave a terse nod.
“Wonderful!” He clasped his hands together, leaning down to occupy the space between them. “Would you be so polite as to tell me what your issue with him is?”
A frightened squeak escaped the sinner, and his mouth clamped shut mechanically. Instead of giving a binary response of yes or no, he chose to shrink further into the ground.
“Well,” Alastor’s brows furrowed, “don’t keep me waiting.”
Again, Pentious chose something other than words to communicate his distress. A muffled mmph was thrown out, lips still sealed together.
So, he couldn’t speak. For the life of him, Alastor couldn’t understand why in Hell (haha!) Vox would make a deal with Sir Pentious. Of all people! It seemed they had both made a deal not to speak about the situation, but why? This little interview was raising more questions than answers.
He took a step back, returning air to breathe to the trembling serpent. Alastor adjusted his bow, brushed some non-existent dust off his sleeve, and asked, “You can’t talk about it, I’m guessing?”
Pentious shook his head, slowly uncoiling from his position on the floor.
Alastor hummed in thought, watching him recover from what technically wasn’t an attack.
“How’s your handwriting?”
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Imagine coming home to your ranch after a weekend road trip. Traversing the dusty roads, you clear the final hill and gain access to your driveway. But—what is that in the sky? You almost miss it as you’re turning in, but you catch a glimpse of circling birds in the distance. Unease grips your stomach, but you park your car.
You step out, go inside, and unload the groceries, all the while thinking about those birds. Just to be safe, you decide to check in your barn and count your cats. You see one, two, three, four…
You have five cats
You walk down your long, winding driveway, gravel crunching under your feet. Your other four kitties follow just a few strides away, innocently curious if you have any snacks. You pass your mailbox. You hear the screech of a bird. You follow the sound, and identify the…situation…to be at the other side of a hill. You climb. So do the others.
Stick with me now. Imagine the grassy hill you scale, the cawing of turkey vultures, and your prettiest barn cat’s disappearance. How would it feel to trek that slope? Just before you reach the top, how tight would the knot in your stomach be? You watch one of the black cats meet the crest of the hill before you and stare down to the other side, tail pointed down and stilling stiff as a board. He knows. You wish you didn’t, too.
How do you feel?
This is the best way Alastor could describe how he felt while walking to V Tower—and even then, it wasn’t enough. His stomach felt like a rubber band drawn too tight, and his legs only kept walking due to the momentum of his stride.
A billboard with his face smiled down at him, advertising his endorsement of Velvette’s Love Potion. The man in the ad, head held high, grinned lazily as if he were comfortable sitting as someone else’s doll—hair, outfit, and limbs all arranged by the youngest of the Vees. How happy he looked to be someone’s plaything. To be neatly packaged into a marketable toy and sold pentagram-wide.
His head pounded with a headache and—fuck, his head.
He was brought out of his stupor with agonizing clarity. The chip. The chip was in his brain right now, and who knew what it was doing. It could be tracking his thoughts, reporting them back to its master via whatever blue magic modern technology operated on.
He let his next step take him to the nearest shadow, slinking through it to escape to his radio tower. The rickety thing was tacked onto the side of the hotel, and its slight lean did absolutely nothing to ease the spinning of his head.
The whole world was reeling now as bile clawed its way up his throat. Unconsciously, Alastor’s claws raked his scalp in an attempt to ground himself with the pain. When that didn’t work, he began tearing out his hair in clumps. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, which was enough to coerce the vomit out of his mouth.
Wiping his mouth and swaying slightly, he turned back to the mirror. A complete idiot stared at him. Someone with curly hair, pristine teeth, docile glasses, and a fucking bow on his collar. He looked like someone’s dog, and the comparison made him throw up again.
How stupid could he be? Genuinely, it was unfathomable how greatly he had fallen. He was and still is the strongest sinner in Hell, yet he had contentedly lapped at Vox’s boots in domesticity. Fucking pathetic.
Alastor had changed himself for a man he thought had cared about him. He had entertained the thought of caring back. He had swapped his refined overcoat for a pretentious vest. His locks had been rounded to appear more approachable. His edges had been sandpapered down to look better on camera, and he had eagerly permitted it. It was vile—he didn’t recognize the manufactured face reflecting back at him.
Snarling, lips curled in such a way that it could technically still be called a smile, he violently ripped the shameful bow off. Even his teeth had changed, bleached so white they made him look like a plastic mannequin. Then, the glasses went, shattering against the nearby wall. He tried running his fingers through the curls to revert them to his sleek, straight bob. But the persistent coils stayed, bouncing in mockery.
Alastor had let Vox play dolls with him and believed that it was genuine. He had really, truly believed that Vox was different from every other demon in Hell. But of course—the idea of becoming the strongest sinner to break Alastor’s deal with Rosiel had been Vox’s idea, hadn’t it? It was so disgustingly obvious that he had been used, and Alastor hadn’t noticed.
Claws made their way back to the base of his neck, and this time, started digging.
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Vox could tell something was off. After off-handedly mentioning that night from decades ago and disappearing, Alastor had yet to return. That wouldn’t be entirely amiss if he had responded to the text Vox sent hours ago—yet it remained unread.
Something was much less right when Alastor finally did arrive. He lurked in the corner of Vox’s room for a moment, watching him work. Vox let him stay, waiting till he stepped out of his own accord.
He did. And when he took those two steps forward and let light hit his face, Vox shot out of his chair and ran to his side, clamoring around his desk and leaping straight over his bed. Alastor’s head was covered in blood.
“Holy fuck– Al, you look like shit! What happened? Who did this to you?”
Vox ran to inspect him, hands only hovering to avoid unwanted contact. He fretted like a buzzing bug, flitting between Alastor’s head, face, and back. He couldn’t help but brush a lock out of the way with a single finger, trying to find where the bleeding was coming from.
In an attempt to speed up the process, he connected to the chip to identify at least the source of the pain.
Error 404
Device not found
One second, he was standing right side up; the other, he was splayed on the floor with Alastor’s hands around his neck. The deer’s ever-present smile gleamed down at him more maliciously than it ever had before.
“Al–” he sputtered, hands hovering over Alastor’s grip, “wait, please! I can explai–”
He was cut off with a fist to the screen. A crack spiderwebbed its way across the glass, and he was forced to dissolve into electricity and hide in a camera across the room.
“Fuck—Al, just listen! I– I have a good reason, please just hear me out! I can’t–” he choked back a sob, voice projecting, “I can’t lose you again.”
Alastor spun maniacally in circles, searching the walls for—his eyes locked on the camera. Instantly, a tendril of shadow shot up and shattered the small device. Vox stumbled out in a flash of light, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Please–”
Of course, Alastor didn’t let him finish. He had been swayed by this cunning bastard once before, and he would not let that silver tongue beguile him again. He interrupted the TV’s pleas with another blow, this time to his side in his gills.
Vox wheezed, doubled over, and Alastor took the opportunity to hit his ugly head again with his fist. Shadows and powers forgotten, Alastor landed blow after blow with knuckles and spite.
Vox made pathetic noises the entire time—Alastor once again compared him to a puppy in his mind. But that was wrong. Vox was a shark through and through, ravenously devouring every chance he could get to climb the hierarchy of life. The same way he devoured Alastor’s affections. Revolting.
The deceitful overlord remained doubled over, not attempting to escape nor fight back. This only enraged Alastor more. Who did he think he was? Did Vox think he was too good to fight back? Did he still think he could take advantage of Alastor’s sympathy by not standing up for himself? Rapugnent.
He needed Vox to fight back. This bastard needed to be beaten back into place, and it wouldn’t get the point across unless he really lost.
“Get—up—and—fight—you—filthy—coward!” He accented each word with a punch, aiming for places he knew hurt the worst: gills, stomach, and the back of his monitor. Vox remained unswayed, simply curling tighter in vain attempts to protect himself.
Alastor took a step back, peering down at the beaten shark. It didn’t bring the satisfaction he needed, and his blood still boiled with rage. He flexed his bleeding knuckles, watching his old friend tremble like—well, he should probably quit with the kind comparisons. Vox was trembling like a little bitch.
“You loathesome creature. You are nothing more than a pathetic, weak, gadget-dependent degenerate. How does it feel to have your shiniest trophy ripped away from you?” Alastor took a shuddering breath, because he wasn’t going to cry for some second-class overlord. “How does it feel to ruin something a second time? You miserable failure.”
Alastor didn’t feel those words did what he was feeling justice, but he never got to see Vox’s reaction. Without his noticing, wires had loosely snaked around the base of his legs. They took that opportune moment of inattentiveness to constrict around his calves and throw him at the nearest wall. The concrete caved to make room for his body, shards of rock digging into his back.
Finally.
Vox uncurled from his standing fetal position, straightening his back to stare at Alastor in…mourning?
Nothing he did was ever going to be enough for Alastor, was it? Vox had been disparaged for trying to include Alastor in his rapid growth of power. He had been belittled for requiring assistance, for being weak, and for going to such abhorrent lengths as to call Alastor a friend. He had done everything wrong then, and after going through excruciating trouble to fix it, he was still condemned for doing it inadequately.
Vox had spent countless nights wide awake, fretting over what outfit would make that stupid percentage bar tick up even one percent. He learned where he could and couldn’t put his hands, what words Alastor did and didn’t like, what colors made him more likeable, and even kept his CRT head for years longer than he should have. He bled himself dry to please his deer, and Alastor hated him for it.
Well, fuck him.
Vox still remembered, clear as day, the pain of losing Alastor the first time. After rejecting Vox’s partnership offer, Alastor simply quit frequenting the bar where they had drunk together so often. Vox would know, because he never stopped going. Alastor moved on as if Vox had been nothing more than an amusing acquaintance who had lost his fleeting attention. Alastor had lost his personal jester, and Vox had lost his best friend.
Vox crossed paths with Alastor a few times before approaching him again, while the chip was still in development. Vox had stared daggers into him, watching every micro-movement and listening in on every conversation. And what did he get in return? Barely half a glance in his direction, coupled with an expression so apathetic it curdled his insides like old milk.
The utter disinterest painting Alastor’s features was sickening, and Vox wouldn’t stand to see such a lack of emotion a second time.
He would not lose Alastor again.
If love wouldn’t make Alastor his forever, then hate would. Alastor would hate Vox with so much passion that the demon with a TV head would never leave his mind. If Alastor was incapable of love—because surely that’s what this all means—then he would despise Vox for all eternity here in this wretched realm. Vox would nurture a relationship through insults, fights, and weaponized emotions Alastor had let slip during their time as “friends.” Alastor would care about Vox forever, one way or another.
And so, with matching maniac smiles, the two overlords launched at each other, aiming to kill their old partner alongside the pathetic love that was once there.
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They fought almost every day. When they weren’t fighting, they were recovering. They destroyed buildings, leveled blocks, and left each other limping for home each time. The more chance Vox had to speak, the more likely Alastor was to slip up. Vox got more than his fair share of hits in, though Alastor usually won. There were still some perks in being the strongest sinner, he supposed.
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A year passes. Then two. Then five, ten, twenty, thirty fly by. Redemption is possible, yippee-ki-fuckin-yay. Neither rival is too interested—all they need is here in Hell.
The space that love once filled begins to ferment. It rots into something more spoiled than hatred. The mutual obsession ruins both of them slowly, until all Alastor dreams of is cracking Vox’s head in half. All Vox can think about is wiping that fucking smile off Alastor’s face.
It’s hard to tell who contacted her first, but eventually, both sinners are armed by Carmine.
This ending isn’t a happy one. Nobody knows who died first, just that the old almost-lovers were dead on arrival. Nobody particularly cared to inspect it—it didn’t matter. They were finally dead, and finally quit bothering everyone with their “almost”s, “maybe”s, and “if only”s.
Not sure if I've mentioned it, but Nova is a lingerie model! She also didn't know this until Velvette poofed her into something indecent for a camera. I made this silly little mock ad. Velvette hired her just for this brand line!
If you want your loved one (or ones, we don't care!) to actually love you, buy this lingerie set now! Only $579.99 and one of Mrs. Velvette's cheapest pieces! Be grateful it's not more expensive! Buy your significant other's attention TODAY!
Poor Nova. Her relationship with Velvette is 25% praise 25% hate and 50% manipulation. Incredibly healthy, I know.
Read about the sad moth girl here!
Here's a variation I made of her wings. They wouldn't be moth wings if they were translucent, but idk! I think they're cute :]
In the first image, I drew everything! Very rare for me, since usually I take a random SS and stick that as the background. But not this time! I used a gazillion references, but I think I did pretty good. Yippee!
Poor Nova. Her relationship with Velvette is 25% praise 25% hate and 50% manipulation. Incredibly healthy, I know.
Read about the sad moth girl here!
Here's a variation I made of her wings. They wouldn't be moth wings if they were translucent, but idk! I think they're cute :]
In the first image, I drew everything! Very rare for me, since usually I take a random SS and stick that as the background. But not this time! I used a gazillion references, but I think I did pretty good. Yippee!
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!! THIS LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!
He looks so SMUG AND HOT AND LOVELY AND HANDOME AND PRETTY AND AAGGHHHHHH THANAJFJIWNSOSKS ILLLYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
His outfit absolutely slays. The static scars are super cool too - very unique! It's honestly my favorite part of your design. And the tail is sooooooo cute. I love every Vox redesign with a tail.
He's definitely giving older elite upper class, which I think is the vibe you're going for. He's someone's sugar daddy, I just know it.
If you want any sort of recommendations to make him more unique, here's a couple suggestions:
What I've seen others do to make their Vox distinguishable is by giving him a unique little squiggle on his messed up antenna. Maybe you could break off an antenna entirely, that would be neat! How much can you mess this little guy up before it's too much?
You could also play with his hat a bit too. I love whatever goofy little thing he's already got, but it's always something you can tweak for originality.
Of course, you don't have to follow any of these, they're just ideas if you're looking for them. I'd say the scars are the most unique part of your design, and they look very cool! If you made sure to emphasize those, then your Vox would stay fairly recognizable.
I'm very curious what your version of box Vox is. He's my favorite Vox - what a cutie! I'd also love to know any and all HCs you have for him. Is your Vox an entirely different au, or is it just post season 2? I want to know more, I adore this blog so much!!
Love ya! Kisses and well wishes <3
DUDDEEEEE STOP I'M BEING TOO SAPPYYYY
BUT I have listened to your words, and came up with a couple variants, lmk which you prefer!
(his hat and antenna are what changed)
ALSO: here's the answer to your questions!
Is this an entirely different au?: sort of. It's based strongly on the story from season 2 and 3 but there are some edits, and the future of it is entirely disconnected from whatever may happen in season 3.
I'll give you some of my headcannons also because it's very fun.
- Vox is completely blind in his left eye, which was already weaker in life. This is because in his fight with Alastor his screen was stabbed through.
- Past Vox was kinder, and more open, but he was not in any way innocent, he found a vicious thrill in killing people who were above him, finding inspiration from various powerful figures in hell.
- Vox only has two joints in his fingers, the second and third sections of his fingers are fused in his claws.
- Vox takes forever to regenerate, and half of his body needs to be manually fixed because they were not there originally.
- Vox was trying to help Lucy when he cut her open. He was going mad, but he was going to save her if he hasn't been attacked.
- Getting kicked in the head wasn't the only wound Vox received in that moment either.
- Vox can't cook for shit, man will try to make pancakes by putting raw flour and milk, barely mixed in a pan and puts it in the oven at extremely high heat with the logic that it'll make things cool faster.
- Vox's gender identity ever since he became a woman for like half a day has been confusing for him. (He's either transmasc or transfem, up to you to choose ^^)
- Vox is bisexual demiromantic
- Valentino is aromantic hypersexual (pansexual)
- Velvette is a lesbian asexual (on the spectrum, she's only sexually attracted to a very specific kind of woman)
- Vox can't breathe through anything but his gills, and speaks through his speakers. The glitchy effect comes from when he overrides them and they buzz.
- Vox's favourite colour is blue, then red, then yellow
- Vox's least favourite flower is a buttercup
Also I wanna do a special thanks to the following people, because these guys tune in almost daily and are so lovely to me and my project:
@cherry-blitz stated in a recent post that they didn't enjoy exploring a scenario in their Persistance Pays Hazbin Hotel AU where Alastor finds out about the chip, and I lwk felt bad because I had already sent an ask where I wrote up a flurry of angst in the middle of the night. So it's here instead!
Cherry, if you see this, I'm so sorry lol. I absolutely adore hurt/comfort with much more hurt than comfort. I will take this time to acknowledge that neither varient of the ChiplessAU has a good ending, but that is the point! I honestly like stories that end disappointingly, so forgive me for my dramatics lol.
Throwback to PP au varient idea!!
Alastor finds out Vox hid a chip in him. Alastor crashes out and beats the shit out of Vox. Vox begs, pleads, doe eyes tears and fear for him to stop. About how it was because he loved him. But of course stubborn Alastor doesn't listen because how stupid does he have to be to believe that somebody actually loved him? That Vox wasn't in Hell for a reason, and that anybody could want anything other than to use him? He's angry. And rightfully so.
Vox, shit beaten out of him and still taking more hits, begs. He begs and begs and begs for Alastor to stop, to listen, to forgive, to do anything other than hate. Alastor, still, doesn't listen. He trusted this idiot once, why would he do it again?
This then devolves into one of two paths.
1. Vox pines for Alastor. He spends the rest of his eternal death begging for him back. He finds unique ways to plead; he sends gifts, souls, flowers, threats, anything to bring his deer back. Alastor sees through his "manipulation," and refuses to relent.
Alastor is broken forever and never trusts anyone ever again; Vox is broken forever and is never able to love anyone again (because he only wants the one who will no longer have him, that greedy bastard).
Alastor becomes incredibly repulsed by Vox, and poor Vox places Alastor on a pedestal built high by distance and grief.
Bad ending number one.
2. Vox "wakes up." Alastor had toyed with him before; looked down on him for not understanding him properly. Then, Vox went to such excruciating lengths to fix it. To understand this bitch. And still, somehow, that was the wrong answer.
Vox had spent countless nights fretting over what color made that stupid percentage bar tick up even one percent. What jokes were funny, where he could put his hands, what words he couldn't could or should say. He bled himself dry and Alastor hated him for it.
Well, fuck him. If Alastor won't love Vox, then he will hate him with such a burning passion that he will never be forgotten. Vox will make sure that Alastor never sends an apathetic look his way again, because by God he is going to live in that man's head forever. If Alastor is incapable of love, because surely that is what all of this means, then he will nurture a relationship through hate.
They get into fights constantly. Bloody, gruesome fights that level buildings and leaves them repairing themselves for days. Vox knows exactly how to get under Alastor's skin now, and Alastor despises it. They hate and hate and hate and fight and fight and fight and grieve over the love that could have been there if Alastor had been just a little more ignorant. If Vox had been just a little more smart. If things had ended just a little differently.
Alastor lives with the fact that the one man who tried to understand him can't look his way without shuddering in abhorrence. Vox lives with the fact that the one man he still loves isn't capable of reciprocation (his fault? he doesn't care enough to consider it). The loss of what could have been dangles between the two demons, both too hurt and caught up in their pride to try and fix anything.
Fights grow, and so do their weapons. Carmine supplies them with angelic steel. Battles are more deadly. Someone dies. It doesn't matter who, because the other kills themselves anyways.
Bad ending number two.
Anyways. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I call it ChiplessAU1 and ChiplessAU2. Apologies for exploring this scenario that was supposed to be cut off, I simply enjoy the terribleness too much. I want those bastards to suffer!
Cherry, if you saw this, I will leave ChiplessAU out of your inbox forever more. I gracefully bow, and bid you goodnight.
mmm... Charlie's "anyone can be redeemed" philosophy is already too "radical" for most, they have to keep inserting exceptions or exemptions to wrap their heads around it.
end of. no exceptions. no exemptions. and stfu because she's right
thinking anything other than "everyone can be redeemed" can do absolutely nothing but encourage bad behavior. it doesn't matter who the person is, or what they've done. they can choose to be better. because what is the alternative?
think about it for longer than two seconds. once you've done something "X bad", you're a lost cause. that means there's no point in ever behaving any better. if you say that, you clearly just love and encourage evil. you're either evil yourself or just plain stupid.
because there is nobody that hasn't done something "X bad" in somebody's book. if redemption cannot exist for everyone, then it cannot exist for anyone. there cannot be a point of no return.
I would even say she's not as radical as people think. I would even say she's not strictly anti-punitive. I think she has the (completely unhinged, obviously /sarc) conviction that all punishment should be finite. that it should be constructive. that you should punish actions more than you punish people.
I honestly hate when people call any character in the show irredeemable. The only context I want to hear that word is when discussing a character who doesn't WANT to be redeemed. (In that case, I'm all ears because I love character studies lol)
I think the whole redemption aspect of this show is supposed to be parallel to Christianity's---there is no unforgivable sin. ANYONE can be redeemed, because ANYONE can have a change of heart. There's nothing you can do to make you unchangeable, it just has to be a conscious choice. One of the arguably most redeemable characters, Angel Dust, doesn't believe he can be redeemed. So he won't be. He won't be redeemed until he recognizes that he still has the capacity for change. It's a value pushed very heavily in Christianity, and I think it is absolutely the best theme of the entire show.
As a Christian myself, I absolutely adore how Vivienne has managed to write the theme in a way that still abides by Christian morals. Many many many modern shows preach morals considered good by most people (such as acceptance and how people don't need to change) but aren't technically Christian. The show's focus on change and redemption is, in my opinion, the absolute best option she could've picked. Nobody is perfect, and that's the point. Everyone is flawed, and it's important to strive to be better while still recognizing this fact. I think the theme was handled very maturely. Unfortunately (for obvious reasons) I cannot discuss this show with other Christians. I just wanted to add this tidbit because it's always been important to me while watching :]
Teehee no problem at all, I love your art so much! I'm just happy I got here before you blew up. It's an honor to have silly asks not only answered, but also drawn! <3
