Will you take the road to sin? or to redemption?

This is a HIGHLY DIVERGENT Hazbin Hotel OC/Canon Character rp sideblog. Follows back from teacuptoons and in collaboration with snapshotsinners! Mutuals Only!!!! Mun is +18 and this blog will hold mature themes! NO MINORS! Please read rules before interacting babes~ [UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!]

[snapshotxsinners-a]

“Anyone care for some Cha siu bao? I accidentally made too much and don’t want to waste them!”

[sinfulredemptions]

And here of course is Captain, tail perked in interest as it always was when it came to Lin. "Heh, I was jsut thinking about gettin' some food sweetheart." A playful grin then. "Should we add psychic powers t'yer already extensive list'a talents?"

[snapshotxsinners-a]

@sinfulredemptions​ inboxed:

Wolf Cin just 🥺💕 at kitty boyfriend

Stares up at wolfie boyfriend. Makes grabby paws at him— the cat demands to be picked up and kissed.

[sinfulredemptions]

And who is he to deny such a cute request?

Easily, the large wolf leans down to gether up his much smaller boyfriend, nuzzling against his cheek before proceeding to smatter his face with adoring kisses.

All the while his tail is wagging so hard it almost kinda hurts!

[teabunnypaws]

Buff wife?

Buff wife

A sletch of Penny in an art trade with @polaroidxcamera !

I LOVE YOU SM BBE MWAH! 😘💕

[sinfulredemptions]

And somewhere in the background, Mocha is like

😳💕

[snapshotxsinners-a]

The dash: talking about strong ladies Penny: *FLEXES*

[sinfulredemptions]

Mocha is looking....respectfully.

[probablyfakeblonde]

Doodled Alastor for the first time and figured people would wanna see him lmfao

[sinfulredemptions]

snapshotxsinners​:

Sterl’s furrowed brows immediately relaxed upon seeing his wife enter his office, the tension in his shoulders lowering and a smile appearing on his muzzle.

“My love,” he greets her with a tender tone, his voice rumbling into a purr as he leans in to return the kiss. As usual, her lips were soft and sweet against his own - so he lingers there longer, not pulling away until his arm encircled her and he brought her to his lap.

“Now that was exactly what I needed,” he’d purr as he’d caress her cheek softly with a claw, before leaving a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You always know how to help me relax after so much paperwork,” he’d sigh, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her neck and shoulder and taking in her comforting scent.

The kiss did linger sweetly, and she happily allowed it to do so. Vivienne would never deny her husband affection, not when she would give it freely. A little squeal of a giggle slipped out against his lips as he so carefully scooped her off her feet and into the wide expanse of his lap.

She did so adore their difference in size, she always felt to dainty next to him, even more so than usual~ Vivienne hummed and closed her eyes, tilting her head into his touch, her tail slowly pulling from his to sway around behind her contentedly. “Hm it is a bit of a hassle isn’t it?” She glanced over her shoulder to the pesky paperwork before she looked back up at him, gentle arms draping over his shoulders as she pulled him closer.

“Well...it is about time for your break, why don’t we spend it together hm?” Vivienne asked softly, nuzzling her nose gently against his.

[snapshotxsinners-a]

Sterling lets out a sudden sneeze, the fox’s fur bristling before settling back down as he sniffed.

“… Is someone talking about me?” he’d muse to himself quietly, before just shrugging and continuing his paperwork.

[sinfulredemptions]

And there's Viv, easing her way onto the arm of his chair, tail curling around his. "That would be me, mi amor~ Singing your praises as usual." A small giggle before she leans in and gives him a sweet little kiss.

After all, he's been working so hard on his paperwork today, he deserves a nice reward~

[sinfulredemptions]

"Oh my, hmhmhm...looks like someone's a little sore for being turned down~" a pleased purr from the Madam as she lightly rubs at her wedding ring. "Sorry darling, that one's taken~"

[wingslcst]

                                             But If I Hadn’t Fallen …

                                                           I Wouldn’t Have Met You …

               @wingslcst                                                       @teascuriocabinet

Bendy and Alice Angel Inked by Dani and Tea Art Cred. // Temp. Cred.

[sinfulredemptions]

“  i  can't  stop.  it's  what  i  am.  “ - pxppinmolly for either Charlie or Alastor uwu

"Stop? HA! Why on earth would I ask you to do that my dear! It's just getting good!" The dulcet tones of the Radio demon rang out, bright and amused as always as he studied her, long arms tucked behind his back and that ever present smile razor sharp on his face.

"You know me! I am a performer! A showman above all else! And of course, I appreciate when someone is putting on a show of their own~ When it's suitably entertaining of course!" And right into her personal space he went, a long arm about her neck to pull her down to his height, their cheeks pressed together as his free arm gestured widely.

"Why I think you may very well be a front runner for a show of your own my fine spiderette! A veritable -spectacle- of self destruction and mania wrapped up in a bubble gum pink package! Why the idea alone is enough to give any audience -whiplash-!" There was the sound of a whip cracking that crackled through the static with canned laughter behind it as he let her go and stepped away, a flick of his hand producing his cane, twirled with ease and resting in the palm of his other hand.

"So by all means my dear please! Continue."

@pxppinmolly

[sinfulredemptions]

Are you a Sub or a Dom?

“Was there ever any doubt darling?”

(stolen from @goodspiritradio​)

[sillyprompts]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

[petitprincess1]

“WHAT! THE! FUCK! DAAAAD!”

[sinfulredemptions]

"Language! Everyone!"

[incredibletales]

♫ Night and day, why’s it so That this longing for you, follows wherever I go In the roaring traffics boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you night and day ♫

[sinfulredemptions]

@snapshotxsinners

[this-hazbin-quoted]

Charlie: Did you have to stab him?

Alastor: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

Angel Dust: What did he say?

Alastor: what are you going to do, stab me?

Angel Dust: That’s fair.

Charlie: …

[sinfulredemptions]

helluvaboss​:

He can’t help but wince just a bit once more at the slip into baby voice. Truthfully if he was going to be like that, the imp would rather he use that gruff husky tone he took on when he was watching Blitzo kill people.

But he doesn’t detest the nickname as much as he used to, as much as he would gladly protest when Stolas used it in public. In front of strangers no less. But if he thinks about the festival now, he’ll think about Striker and get himself progressively more upset. So he focuses on the prince, which he should be doing.

Wonders if it’s as obvious to Stolas as it is to him, that he doesn’t flinch anymore when those dark hands reach for him.

Tilts his head in a way he thinks is helpful as he works, glad to feel the cool cream on his heated skin and glad to feel as the ache begins to ebb away. He breaths out a sigh of relief. Eyes closing briefly as he begins to somewhat relax. As anxious as this large palace like mansion makes him.

Even with the lingering thoughts of distrust and misplaced resentment on the fringes of his mind, Blitzo gladly leans against the prince’s hands. The initial sting and burn of pressure from long graceful fingers quickly replaced with that pleasant numbing that cuts through the lingering pain. Sighing again, as he cracks his neck with a violent pop and almost misses what Stolas says.

He lets his shirt go and shrugs. Again. He’s used to it.

Didn’t matter the neighbourhood or ring. Demons loved fucking with imps. They were presumed to be easy targets.

“Some bull lookin motherfucker with some weak ass shit horns.” He scowls as he says it. Recent enough that he can still practically smell the big cunt when he recalls their admittedly short fight, “Don’t think I started it this time. Was distracted with my phone, checking out the newest Wild Stallion movie leaks.”

Focus dumbass.

“Didn’t see him coming until he slammed me into the pavement. Made me spill my coffee. Don’t know if I’d pissed him off before or if he just wanted money and thought I had it or maybe he just wanted to kill me for shits and fuckin giggles, who the fuck knows. Got a few decent hits in before I managed to get my gun out. Managed to outrun him too. Helps being small sometimes. Specially cause everything around here is build for big fucks like you.”

As Blitz relaxed into his touch, his heart warmed. Of course he had noticed the change, that the imp had gone from flinching when he reached for him to simply accepting his touch. It spoke volumes about how that...despite how Blitz was distrustful of other demons...he at least trusted Stolas not to hurt him and that to him...was one of the most precious treasures within the Rings.

The cracking of his neck did startle the prince, causing him to sit back with eyes slightly widened in alarm, elegant finger curling slightly as he blinked. Goodness~ That sounded...well..he couldn’t tell if it was uncomfortable or not really, but Blitz did seem a bit more relaxed, so he would count it as good, despite the violent noise.

When he began to describe the altercation, he paid close attention, though Stolas perked at the mention of the movie that Blitz was so fond of, “Oh yes! I saw that! We should go see it when it comes out Blitzy!”  Sure it wasn’t...quite his cup of tea, but..he would enjoy it along with the imp. If it was important to Blitz, then it was important to him~

Despite his exuberance he was listening carefully to what the imp said as he would need the information for when he sent his eyes and ears out on the hunt. It was alright information, not the most solid but...he had found demons on less. A mental command was given, his claws shining red for just a moment as he screwed the lid back onto the jar.

“Well I’m glad you managed to evade the ruffian~” He sighed, putting the jar aside to lean in and nuzzle his beak softly against uninjured cheek with a fond little chirp. “I would expect nothing less from you Blitzy~ You truly are a marvel~” Stolas cooed, elegant talon reaching to gather the blankets and tuck them a bit further around the imp. 

“My poor brave Blitzy....” The prince smiled, his voice low and fond as he looked down at the imp, elegant tail feathers flicking so gently behind him. “May I keep you company tonight? I promise nothing too rambunctious~ You are injured after all.” It was honestly an attempt to soothe his own nerves...he just wanted to lay by the imp, listen to his breathing, know that he was alive and still here...

That he wasn’t all alone again...

[sinfulredemptions]

helluvaboss​:

He frowns. What does Stolas have to worry about? Blitzo dies he can just find another imp to play with. They’re not in small supply.

He tries to ignore the feelings of doubt and distrust. As prevalent as they are, especially when Stolas is being kind to him. So quick to spring up and smother any surprise and hopes that may begin to rise. Reminding him harshly of reality. Of how stupid he’d be to even allow himself the delusion of self importance.

“That’d be a little overkill.” He says rather confidently. Now with a more relaxed tone. “Unless you just want to go about playing doctor.”

Regardless of Stolas’s actual qualifications.

Because even as uneducated and foolish as he can be, Blitzo does know at least a fraction of how important and powerful Stolas actually is. Taking more than a gamble when stealing from him. Refusing to acknowledge to anyone or himself how lucky he’d gotten that Stolas didn’t seem to share his kindred’s fury or cruelty when it came to dealing with lesser creatures. But he’d been desperate enough to risk it. Still was technically, since what I.M.P. was doing wasn’t exactly legal.

Not that anyone important enough to dish out punishment seemed to care what a small group of imps and their hound were doing on Earth.

Blitzo does do as he’s told. Trying not to wince as Stolas applies the substance, pushing forward just slightly. Despite his teasing he trusts the demon knows better and is more than capable of helping.

Might as well. If it’s going to numb the pain or help him heal even just a tad faster. Blitzo lifts up his shirt exposing the white splotch painting his side that Stolas is quite familiar with, along with a series of dark black and purple bruising along his abdomen and beneath his ribcage. “Since you’re so happy to get your hands on me usually, a bit here would be nice and should get the job done. No surgery needed.”

That was perhaps where the disconnect was settled. Blitzo saw himself as just another Imp, where the prince...saw him as Blitzo. His Blitzo. There were many imps in the rings yes, but none..NONE as clever or quick, as deadly and precise...as beautifully feral and wild as his Blitzy.

To Stolas....Blitzo was one of a kind.

“Hm, true, you’ve had a rough enough day without me rummaging about in your organs~” A small amused chuckle at that as he began to delicately dab the salve about his eye. “Ooooohhh I know Blitzy, I’m sowwy... “ He cooed sympathetically, being unable to help himself as he saw the minuscule twitches of pain, “Give it just a moment and it’ll get rid of all that nasty soreness, I promise~” The baby voice was dropped, perhaps to reassure the Imp that relief was indeed on its way and true to his word, already it was soaking in to ease the pain away.

As his side was revealed, Stolas’s expression dropped then, brow furrowing with concern as he studied the dark bruises and he clicked his beak in his displeasure. Small pinpricks of starlight welled at the corners of his lower eyes as he reached out with medicine slicked talons to gently apply along the soft skin he had grown to love and admire...

To see him like this....twisted a knife into his cold heart.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke curiously, “Who....did you say gave you these awful bruises Blitzy?” Stolas knew it was a long shot, but perhaps, if he could glean a scrap of information, he could find out just who was responsible for hurting the imp....And make them pay.

He could always use another ornament for his garden~