Since I did a "revamp" of Charlie, I had to do one of her sweet, protective girlfriend Vaggie!
I love Vaggie, honestly one of my favorite characters in the series. And as a lesbian who needed more cartoon rep growing up?? I'm so happy, Chaggie for life pls Viv let them be happy together forever.
+ Vaggie with her wings! I really wanted to come up with a concept of angel wings that are very moth like, and I'm so happy with the result!
(This is all for funsies, I have no problem with the original design ^^)
Charlie got a little too close to danger when she was helping Sinners during the Extermination and one of the angels forgot that her exemption from it didn't exactly mean they needed to keep her safe
(close up shot bcuz I think it's cute enough to deserve it)
Do you ever think about how Vaggie is quite literally the protector, the guardian angel, of the Hazbin Hotel, which is Charlie's whole dream? You ever think about how Charlie is Vaggie's metaphorical wings, she is her Heaven and her purpose to fight for love? How a demon and an angel (specifically, the princess of Hell and an Exorcist) fell for each other in the most tender way ever? How they mean everything to each other? How the key to their happiness is each other? How they feel capable of facing anything if they're together? How Vaggie considers herself Charlie's armour but then when the actual battle came to be Charlie was the one who had a shield, the protector (probably because she learned from Carmilla that Vaggie's fighting style was reckless and she wasn't going to let anyone hurt her girlfriend)? How they never separated in the last battle until Adam killed Pentious and then they kept trying to reunite despite Lute and Adam's efforts to separate them? How Vaggie survived and defeated Lute because she was fueled with her love for Charlie, because Charlie was her whole reason to fight and live? How Vaggie never doubted Charlie's project and was willing to see it to its end despite Charlie being mad at her? How she would have stayed in the hotel even if everyone else had gone away? How Charlie just had to mention in Cannibal Town, while still angry, that the hotel wasn't something she was managing alone, that she was doing it with her partner? How long before her talk with Rosie she had already bought a souvenir for her girlfriend, whom she was still angry at? How Charlie became Vaggie's hope when literally her whole world turned its back on her? How Charlie found Vaggie at her literal lowest point ever and saved her, healed her? How she fell in love with Vaggie when she was at her absolute worst, having just survived a brutal mutilation by the hands of the Exorcists? How Vaggie was probably the first person to ever be truly thankful to Charlie for her kindness? How Charlie was lonely, with a stranded relationship with her father and with her mother having disappeared and gone no contact a couple years before, and found true companionship in this kind lady she had found after the Extermination? How they literally say to each other that they love each other more than anything in this world?
omg i need more giant furry monster charlie in my life, that was soooo cute <333
Okay so I saw a post and it inspired me to come back to this.
I don't remember what it said, just the general vibe, so here we go!
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Charlie wasn't always a beautiful creature to Vaggie. She descended upon Vaggie, with fangs and claws on display. Tail lashing wildly as she sneered.
The only thought in Vaggie's head was louder than her scream as she was stripped of her wings.
Monster.
Golden blood dripping from her back as she was eyed by the deadliest creature she had ever seen.
When she finally came to a conclusion on what to do with Vaggie, she stood tall. More than twice Vaggie's height, her head tilted down, chin hitting her chest as a deep growl left her throat.
"Why are you here?"
Charlie's spine bent, getting her maw just a bit closer to Vaggie's face. A threat that tickled her ears with the whisper begging her to repent.
And with no other choice it's exactly what Vaggie did.
She was unsure if Charlie believed her. The way saliva seemed to drip from her maw as she licked her lips, showing off sharp fangs.
Then all at once she backed up.
Looking down at her just as she had done moments before, in contemplation. Her tail moving just a bit slower as she tilted her head, studying her.
It was only when the sinner boy from before came running that Charline moved. Shoving her body in front of the boy, letting the fluff of her body surround the boy, even as he was struggling.
Pensive look once again replaced with aggression, left Vaggie reeling.
She had wondered if the monster in front of her was more beast than person with the way more growls seemed to leave her mouth than actual words.
Still the cannibal boy escaped her gentle grasp and stood between the exorcist and princess.
And just like that the monster became a puppy. The softening of her eyes, the tilting of her head. The way the muzzle that was once threatening to consume, was now pushed gently against the child.
And all too soon she was in Charlie's home. Being washed and bandaged up.
Her Charlie had such control of her claws, even then. The way they could tear through people like they were nothing more than wet tissue paper.
She had tended to be Vaggie with a gentleness that Vaggie had never known before. She had talked and talked and talked. She shared every aspect about herself.
Suddenly she didn’t feel like a monster at all.
And when she was well enough, she was released into hell. Released into Charlie's flock. Protected by the same fangs that threatened her.
pre-chaggie and Vaggie getting confused (NOT jealous) over why Charlie bought a nice red hair ribbon (not jealous at the ribbon) and keeps carrying it around and touching it (which is fine-)
but then, never wears it?
if Charlie'd just had second thoughts that'd make sense, buyer's remorse or whatever- only Charlie keeps the ribbon on her nightstand and keeps grinning at it and picking it up to fiddle with, she once chased Razzle and Dazzle through the house when they snagged it for some reason
and that all would makes SENSE, if Charlie ever used it, or if it was some old memento thing.
It's not. Vaggie found it unpacking groceries one day and Charlie squeaked like a stepped on dog toy when she saw Vaggie pulling it out
the embarrassed squeak thing is why Vaggie hasn't asked Charlie about it before now
that and the fact that Charlie the chatterbox didn't instantly explain the ribbon in an adorable gush of words for Vaggie to sit back and soak in, like usually happens.... the only other things Charlie keeps quiet about are Important Stuff like her family or why she isn't living with them or visiting them or really has much contact with them At All
but with Vaggie's back wounds slowly healing up and the one eye thing getting more settled-
-tangent on Charlie reading in bed to Vaggie incoming, hold on
(vaggie skimming through charlie's books one day bc charlie likes reading aloud before going to sleep)
(and she tried doing it very quietly once they started sharing the bed)
(up until they figured ou vaggie sleeps BETTER if she drifts off listening to her)
(so now charlie keeps asking if vaggie has any requests)
(vaggie can't just say she's mostly in it for the sound of this woman's voice sooooo)
(she's looking for something to catch her- ha- EYE)
(of course it's a book cover with a pirate on it, of course it's bc of the eyepatch)
(of course it got shoved mostly out of sight bc charlie was worried it'd make vaggie feel bad)
(when vaggie drops it on the bed that night charlie faces a new worry)
(she can't help thinking about dashing swashbuckling pirate vaggie in dashing swashbuckling pirate get up that charlie never noticed was quite so dashing and hot before)
(of course she doodles it in the book margins that night)
(with vaggie slumped over her chest)
(vaggie finally asleep despite the backpain and headache, comfy and snuggled bc of her, charlie)
(vaggie breathing against charlie’s collar bone while charlie daydreams about getting rescued at sea by fierce but secretly soft hearted pirate lady that bears only a SLIGHT exact resemblance to vaggie-)
(of course charlie's so embarrassed she flings the book across the room)
(trying to remove the temptations she can since she clearly CAN’T remove the pretty lady who's using her like a pillow and risk waking vaggie up)
(annnnnd next morning neat and tidiness freak vaggie finds the thrown book)
(casually flips through to the parts she slept through last night as charlie watches is silent frozen horror)
(sees the doodle of her as a pirate)
(stares)
(wow actually she'd totally rock an eyepatch wouldn't she?)
(Which was charlie's cue to dig through her old dress up box for an eyepatch and leave it casually lying directly on vaggie's lap that night bc charlie was nervous and her aim was terrible and she meant to sneakily drop it on vaggie's nightstand but maybe missed just a liiiittle bit, or not, since vaggie tries it out, likes it a whole lot, and stops smoothing down the bangs on that side of her face every three seconds to make sure her missing eye is covered by them. Now the eyepatch does that for her.
(now she starts running her hand through her bangs in a more absentminded way, leaving them looking a bit wind tossed and a tiny bit rakish and FUCK charlie morningstar is in trouble....)
ah
but this was about the hair ribbon thing. Right.
so Vaggie's been healing up a lot in the last few months, time marked by the slow growing out of her hair and her increasing time spent fiddling with it, as much as she can anyway
in fact Vaggie’s hair has gotten so long that Charlie’s the one who’s brushing it for her, now.
long hair takes, well, longer to deal with and Vaggie just can’t hash all that time reaching up and around and doing the reparative motions that remind her scarred up shoulders of when they used to have wings beating there, the torn muscles and phantom pangs where other limbs should be
luckly Charlie LOVES messing with hair- (or says she does, not mentioning she’d love just about any excuse to spend time sitting close to Vaggie and touching her in some way) so it all works out fine
maybe too fine. Maybe Vaggie starts really REALLY being glad she decided to grow out her hair..
…and increasingly less glad, thinking about the day when she won’t need Charlie’s help with it anymore
that day is coming up pretty fast. Turns out even when the attacker is another angel, angels still heal up pretty well, especially with a nice demon lady to help
even sans normal depth perception and not yet great at compensating for it, Vaggie’s not banging into stuff so much anymore as she learns the layout of the house (and Charlie learns not to be so spontaneous with day-to-day furniture placement anymore), and lately Vaggie's had a lot less trouble just doing stuff in general. She can do her bends and stretches without grumbling about stiffness. Can reach down and pick up Razzle or Dazzle and carry them around without thinking twice about it (still doesn't notice Charlie's pointed comments on how they can totally fly just fine or the pouts Charlie throws at the lucky little demons whenever they snuggle more smugly into Vaggie's arms)
best of all- as far as Charlie is concerned Vaggie's not grimacing when she has to put on a shirt or jacket-
but she IS STILL SMILING when Charlie holds out said jacket to help her slip it on, especially when it's Charlie's jacket, especially the times when Charlie climbs out onto the roof in the middle of the night to find Vaggie and wrap her in said jacket after noticing her new cuddle buddy wasn't in their bed anymore which apparently was enough to wake Charlie up and.... ahem....
point is, Vaggie has fewer pain things to be distracted and exhausted by these days, and that damn ribbon mystery is starting to get to her
she doesn't wanna over step this ridiculous amount of hospitality Charlie's been showing her
(still internally struggling between the sickening thought that it Must Be A Trap and the million times worse physically painful idea that it's not, that someone like Charlie has been here in hell the whole time, and that Charlie's really been just THAT alone that she'd latch onto any stranger who let her help them and smiled at her about it)
Vaggie KNOWS there's a lot Charlie isn't saying yet about just how bad things have been for her, with the abandonment, the isolation, the grinding futility of not being able to change hell if hell isn't on board with it too and having to watch her home repeatedly set itself on fire (literally) when it's not being slaughtered (partly by Vaggie, until just recently)
Charlie not talking about something means Charlie doesn't want to talk about the thing, and Vaggie can respect that. She, Vaggie, gets it completely-
to a degree that's skirting the line of passively outright LYING by omission when she doesn't correct Charlie's guess about her being a moth-themed sinner demon, instead of the former murder angel she is, instead of telling Charlie who Charlie is actually letting stay in her home and sleep draped over her and neatening Charlie’s bowtie for her bc Charlie looks really good in it and Vaggie wants everyone to see that and also wants to remember how Charlie’s shoulder’s felt under her hands as she smoothed the lapels down at the end for good measure
ANYWAY
not talking about their shitty pasts can totally be their shared thing. That would be great actually.
but that ribbon. That fucking ribbon.
the way Charlie holds it and smiles at it fondly and PETS the damn thing sometimes. How she gets all dreamy eyed over it. That one time Vaggie heard her GIGGLE while pressing the pretty red thing to her chest
(that is vaggie's spot vaggie is the one whos snuggles over charlie's heartbeat every night-)
(She is NOT getting territorial over a fucking piece of cloth)
(she's got no right to)
(she probably won't be here much longer anyway, now she's healing up so well)
(she would be a lot smarter and safer if she got her crippled angel but out of there and vanished into the masses of hell, if she DIDN'T keep living with and lying to the actual literal legit princess of honestly to fucking hell. or sleeping in her BED)
(she keeps telling herself that)
(it's not working)
(she keeps thinking of charlie alone in the house again and feeling sick)
the giggle is too much though, and Vaggie does end up asking-
Vaggie: "Are you ever gonna wear it?"
Charlie: "Hm? Me wear what?"
Vaggie: "The." (points at ribbon) "That."
Charlie: "Oh THIS!?" (eeps) (hides ribbon behind back) "Oh no it's not for me! It's uh I mean, it's not really my kinda thing!"
Vaggie: "Not your thing? You always tie your hair back."
Charlie: "Yeeees, but not with ribbons!"
Vaggie: "It's red. Your favorite color."
Charlie: "Correction- Red USED to be my favorite color!"
Vaggie: "Really? Since when?"
Charlie: "Since, uh, since no time in particular...."
Vaggie: "So what's your new fav color-"
Charlie: "THE RIBBON'S NOT EVEN MINE, ACTUALLY! That's! What I meant!"
Vaggie: "But you bought it."
Charlie: "I can buy things for people who aren't me?"
Vaggie: "You keep it next to you while you sleep and won't stop picking it up and stroking it like it's a kitten or something."
Charlie: "Well, I just.... like checking! Checking that it's as nice as I thought it was!"
Vaggie: "Is it gonna be a gift or something?"
Charlie: "Yes YES that's EXACTLY what it is!!!"
Vaggie: "Didn't know someone's birthday was coming up."
Charlie: "Oh no it's more of a, a congratulations kinda gifty thing?"
Vaggie: "That's sweet." (dredges up a smile) "Give my congrats to them too, okay?"
Charlie: "Ah, um. But you don't even know what the congrations are for...?"
Vaggie: "Coming from me, it's for having someone who cares so much in their life."
Charlie: "Y- they have what? Who??"
Vaggie: (laughs) "You, sweetie."
Charlie: "I'm- I'm just giving a ribbon! It's just a ribbon!"
Vaggie: "You're putting a lot of care and thought into it, and thinking of them being happy about it is getting you all giggly.”
Charlie: “I giggled?”
Vaggie: “Yeah you did. If it were me, that wouldn't -just- be a ribbon, coming from you."
Charlie: "....."
Charlie: ".... OH SHIT I NEED TO GO TAKE THE LAUNDRY OUT OF THE DRYER THING!"
Vaggie: "It's out already. I'm folding it right now, with you."
Charlie: (already half out of the room) "TAKE OUT THAT’S A GREAT IDEA I'LL GO ORDER SOME!!"
Vaggie: "Your phone's right here though-"
Charlie: "I'LL GO ORDER IT IN PERSON!"
Vaggie: "Why-?"
Charlie: "FRESH AIR! SAVE THEM A WALK!!! I'll be right back- don't go anywhere okay!?"
Vaggie: "Okay..."
Charlie: (exits)
Charlie: (pokes her head back in) "Um."
Vaggie: "I'd kill for more of what we got last week."
Charlie: "Right! ON IT!" (flees)
Vaggie: (smiles) (goes back to laundry folding) (is curled up and using on of charlie's freshly folded shirts as a pillow when charlie gets back with the emergency take out)
Alright.
So Charlie might not be as alone as Vaggie assumed / feared.
That's a good thing. Right? Right.
She doesn't really need Vaggie.
(as soon as vaggie's as healed as she'll ever be, she won't need charlie either)
(she tries telling herself that)
(once)
(it doesn't work)
(she's not good at saying stuff- but she's absolute shit at lying)
To keep from thinking stupid things, Vaggie does what works best for clearing her mind- she moves. Lots of limbering up, lots of spear practice, lots of playing uppsie toss with little demons, a bit of dancing thrown it-
(yes okay sometimes it's with charlie and sometimes it's charlie grinning and strumming out a tune on her guitar she knows vaggie can't not dance to, bc she's been paying attention to the songs vaggie bobs her head to or hums along with, and look that's totally normal, and if dancing with or for charlie makes vaggie's heart beat way faster than that level of exercise normally should that's between her and no one else so shut up)
-she's getting stronger, is the point. She's getting back to where she used to be at,
and maybe it's a bit frustrating that just being able to reach up and grab something off the top shelf is SUCH a clear sign of recovery,
maybe she's frustrated with herself for a moment
angry at herself for the shock of cold dread as she realizes she didn't NEED Charlie and in all her lanky glory to get the thing down for her...
it’s almost time to stop pretending
she was never really needed here
but it's hard to focus on frustration or fear or self-loathing, when Charlie is letting out one of her happy yips and literally starts applauding
Charlie: "UNHOLY SHIT VAGGIE, you did it! You did it all by yourself!!”
Vaggie: (blinking back to the present moment)
Vaggie: “..Did what?”
Charlie: “You reached the middle shelf!!!"
Vaggie: "Oh, huh…” (looks up) “Uh excuse you that is the top shelf, sweetie."
Charlie: (laughing) "Whatever you say~"
Charlie: "Now wait RIGHT HERE okay?" (dashes out of kitchen) "Don't move!"
Vaggie: "...."
Charlie: (skids back in) "Okay I- Vaggie what!? Don't hold the pose like that! You're back will flare up- why didn't you put you arms down again???"
Vaggie: "You said don't move."
Charlie: "I meant! From the KITCHEN! Gah!"
Vaggie: (smirks) "It's fine, I do exercises like this anyway."
Charlie: "But not without warming up first- oh whatever. We'll deal with it later. Right now though..."
Charlie: (beams) (holds out ribbon)
Charlie: “Here!”
Vaggie: "....what am I supposed to do here, Charlie."
Charlie: "Take it! If you want to?
Vaggie: “That’s your ribbon.”
Charlie: “Nope! It's yours!"
Vaggie: "But.. didn't you get it as a gift for..."
Charlie: "For you. I got it for you."
Vaggie: "..."
Charlie: "... it's for, your hair?"
Vaggie: "My hair."
Charlie: "You've been growing it long and, taking care of it yourself when you couldn't hold your arms up wasn't really a thing- so I didn't want to give a present that reminded you of that, but also having long hair is so FUN you can do so MUCH with it-! Ribbons are great for messing around with and finding your own new styles and, um."
Charlie: "Y-you don't seem to HATE the color red? You like wearing my jacket just fine! I think? So I saw this, one day, and thought- wow! That would beautiful on Vaggie! Maybe she'd like it?"
Charlie: "So I got it, and then I couldn't give it yet, not until you could put it in yourself if you wanted to-"
Charlie: "And now you CAN! Or not?"
Charlie: "It's just been so great seeing you getting better, I, I just thought you should get something nice out of all this too- something new, something yours."
Charlie: "Like. A ribbon?"
Charlie: (gingerly holds out ribbon)
Vaggie: "...."
Vaggie: (gently takes ribbon) "I have no idea how to wear one."
Charlie: (breathes out) "Oh there's all sorts of ways! I can show you! You can experiment the FUCK out of them and see what you like!"
Vaggie: "Yeah?" (chuckles) (not making eye contract)
Charlie: "ANYTHING you like, Vaggie." (staring at her) (smiling soppily) "If the ribbon's not your thing, then anything else. More spears... tickets to one of the less-gory concerts, a motorbike-"
Vaggie: "A motorbike for a woman who keeps running into tables."
Charlie: "There's no traffic laws in hell! Or, I don't know, maybe-"
Charlie: (flinching) "Your own apartment? If you.. if you wanted that.. your own space could be nice, I bet. I’d miss you but you might like-"
Vaggie: "You're not buying me an apartment, Charlie."
Charlie: "I can if I want to! If YOU want me to?"
Vaggie: "I'd have to steal Razzle and Dazzle. Take them with me."
Charlie: (hand on chest) (mock outraged) "You'd steal MY childhood plushies turned demon bodyguards??? Not happening!"
Vaggie: "Then I guess I'm staying."
Charlie: "RIGHT! Yes. You are.” (softly) “You are.”
Vaggie: "You've bribed me with soft adorable demon cuddles."
Charlie: (not realizing vaggie means her) "The old Razzle Dazzle never fails. BUT I'm still waiting on an answer! We really need to celebrate."
Vaggie: "Celebrate my single handed conquest of the top shelf?"
Charlie: "Yes! The middle shelf."
Vaggie: "Top shelf."
Charlie: "Middle?"
Vaggie: "Top."
Charlie: "There's another shelf above it?"
Vaggie: "That the stupid extra shelf."
Charlie: (snorts) "We do NOT have an extra shelf, Vaggie."
Vaggie: "And maybe tie it in a cute bow or something."
Charlie: "But." (worried) "Is your back-?"
Vaggie: "My back's fine, sweetie. I don't need you to do this for me."
Vaggie: (finally looking up) (eye a little teary)
Vaggie: "I just want you to."
Charlie: (not breathing)
Charlie: ".....okay."
Charlie: (remembering to breathe) (blinking hard) (Beaming)
Charlie: "Anytime, Vaggie.”
It’s a promise.
It’s stupid how long it takes them to figure out they’re both single-brain cell in love with each other. But that’s fine, they can just be stupidly in love together for longer than that, to make up for it.
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