Showcase of all my Splatoon character banners! Mostly doing this so I dont lose them cause Im a dumbbell. Will be updated if/when I make more
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Showcase of all my Hazbin Hotel banners! Mostly doing this so I dont lose them cause Im a dumbbell. Will be updated if/when I make more
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Happy belated new years everyone! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season~
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Straight to the point; I'm here to let ya'll know that I'm going to be extending my hiatus until the end of January. I'm not going away, don't worry!!
The name of this account and my main are also changing up:
Main Account: HeckDoggo -> VenomHound
Fan Work Account: Venomhound -> VenomHoundFanworks
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Little context, I made this blog completely on a whim. Don't get me wrong, I've been writing for years. I've just kept it all to my inner circle and never shared it. But thanks to the encouragement of my friend @writteninlunarlight-years, I decided to start up a blog and start sharing the Hazbin related stuff at least.
I honestly didn't expect this blog to go anywhere. I basically expected to be the kid eating glue in the corner of this website. But then people actually... liked my stuff? Some cool blogs that I follow even started following me and liking my stuff!
One of my resolutions this year was to stay with this blog, to keep at it, and to turn it into something I can be truly proud of. So! I'm doing a complete overhaul. At least aesthetically. So don't be surprised if things look different!
As mentioned before, I'm changing the names of this blog and my main one so they match. I'm not... quite sure what I want to do with my main blog yet? But I do know I have to clean it up and archive a bunch of stuff on it before anything. ε-(´∀｀; ) I have a couple projects in mind that I might eventually make side-blogs for, and I'd like to have a nice home base for them all to link back to.
Anyways, I just wanted to update ya'll and keep ya'll in the loop! I have some very nice stuff already written for when I come back... (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
It's genuinely upsetting to me how toxic the Hazbin Hotel fandom has been getting in recent months.
At no point should you ship two characters to the point that you send creators death threats because they wrote a Vox x Fem!Reader fic and you ship RadioStatic. Shipping Vox and Alastor because of their currently (mostly) unexplained past is totally cool. I love the fanart. I love the fics.
But the bullying isn't okay. The death threats most certainly are not okay.
Words hurt. And while that may be the intention, everyone handles words differently.
A fanfiction is almost never that serious.
A fanfiction is NEVER worth coming for someone's writing style, personal insecurities, etc. NEVER EVER EVER.
I've seen blogs I've followed for years deactivate their blogs entirely because they got the courage to post their FANTASTIC WRITING and got tons of hate/backlash because there's people out there who believe that RadioApple, RadioStatic, ect. are the only acceptable things to write for.
I've seen blogs go on hiatus for months at a time because someone bullied them for liking and writing for Hazbin Hotel.
It needs to stop.
A whole bunch of you are acting like CHILDREN over a cartoon made for ADULTS, all because of a non-canon ship.
You're on Tumblr, Toots. You're gonna see x reader fics. You're gonna see x oc fics. You're gonna see oc fanart with canon characters. You're gonna see just about everything.
If you want specific fics related to a specific ship, look up the tags for that ship and read those fics but don't degrade someone who put a piece of their soul into a fic all because you think a Samsung TV should fuck a stag instead of the reader.
Do. . . Do you realize how little sense that makes. . ?
If you see something you like: like, reblog, comment
If you see something you don't like: FUCKIN SCROLL AWAY
For the love of Lucifer's cute little tight ass, fix this fandom. I refuse to see it end up with the same toxicity that the Stranger Things and Marauders fandoms ended up with.
FOR. THE. VERY. SAME. REASONS.
I'm an extremely nice person, my fellow Hazbin writing friends can attest to that. . . But if y'all keep bullying these talented creators into deleting/deactivating their blogs, I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND 😭
It costs literally nothing to be kind. So be kind. Or else.
No cuz think about it why the hell would they hate you when you're so nice to them and care about them so much and think about them often like. They adore you. They're grateful
You know what I think its grossly under-rated in fandom? Second loves.
What it's like to love and lose and then love again. To suffer through either the death of a loved one or the death of a love you used to share. To know that loss, to know that hurt, and to still make yourself vulnerable to someone again. To love scared, to love wounded, to love anyway.
By under rated in fandom I mean so often past loves are either erased completely or downplayed like "oh yeah they weren't really in love.". I think it flattens the character. Humans are capable of so much love. Each relationship is different and you can learn from each one! And yes, there's something brave in learning to love again, something incredible romantic, why pass it by?
Another brain rot that's been in my drafts for a few days 🙃 >
SMUTSMUTSMUT MINORS LOOK AWAY
Something's happening to my brain, but imagine working for Valentino as an actor, and having some kind of fucked relationship with Vox at the same time - and the two of you are in his office, where he's already got you half naked. And your breath is heavy and your skin almost entirely red and sticky with sweat, when an alarm goes off on your phone - but Vox doesn't stop, forcing your legs apart for him to slide in-between and run his electric blue tongue up your heat, no matter much you beg him to stop, so you can check the blaring alarm going off.
And then you do, and it's a reminder that you're supposed to be on set in like 10 minutes, so you scramble to get yourself together, but Vox is pissed that you're still able to conceive any coherent thought other than him, him, him - and that's when you notice a little red dot at the top of his screen, that start blinking while he only quickens his pace abusing your sex.
"V-Vox - What.. what the hell is that?"
"If Val wants to film you being dicked down by some asshole, I might as well do it for you."
"Vox is pissed that you're still able to conceive any coherent thought other than him, him, him-"
I live for the interpretation of a Vox that is so love starved that he is like a never-ending love bomb that just wants to overwhelm you as much as he feels overwhelmed by your mere existence.
Youtooz dropped a teaser for the upcoming Hazbin figures. Some fans are pleased but others have been speaking up about oversaturation of Alastor while Vaggie [another main character] gets nothing.
For a show is supposed to be about female focus, the female characters the get crumbs when it comes to the merch. Alastor gets two figures while Charlie aka the main character and the owner of the hotel that the show is named after only gets one is sad.
Planning on getting Charlie second hand if the figure looks pretty cool. Anyway, all of the merch for Hazbin has been sad and disappointed.
This is a match-up for my very, very, very patient follower. Thank you so much for supporting me, and I am sorry this has taken so long!
This is for you, @literallurker, everyone. Go give them some love if you have the time!
HAZBIN HOTEL
Husk
~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~
Husk is just the bartender. He knows everyone's woes and problems, all the dirt and tea. He is even wise and beyond his years.
When you came to the hotel, he saw you as everyone else; the only bright side was that you didn't flirt with him 24/7 like the spider.
You were too quiet for his liking; you just sat there with your drink, observing everyone and him.
This leads to the beginning of your relationship, Husk's dying curiosity to know what was in that head.
From the first conversation, everything was short and small, with little discussions here and there. As you grew more comfortable, you started letting your wild side out.
Husk was open to some of your wilder ideas; they were funny and could prove entertaining.
When Husk opened up to you about his contract, he was happy to see you not look down on him but instead help him problem-solve how to get out of this without the radio demons' knowledge, of course.
As you two bonded, you kept each other up on the gossip of the other residents, what you heard in the hall, and what he heard at the bar top.
When Husk finally admitted his feelings you were elated to say the least, you two shared a lot with one another and stuck through some pretty insane pranks.
When battling the angels, Husk was by your side, watching your back the whole time.
He's not a big bird person, but he learns to love your parrot for you. (It's totally not because he got close to the bird and really truly cares for it; it's not that at all.)
~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~
It was a quiet day in the hotel; Angel was out on a job, Charlie and her girlfriend were recruiting sinners, and the radio demon was out with Rosie. This only left you, Husk, and Nifty here. Nifty was off playing with some cockroaches, though,,, so it was just you and Husk. You didn't mind it. Charlie had been going overkill on all the redeeming stuff lately after Sir Pentious. You and Husk rarely have alone time once everyone learned about your relationship. While drinking your glass of alcohol, Husk informed you about the mishap Chalrie just had with a random sinner. In the middle of his story his phone went off, it was Charlie needing him to restock something in the hotel.
Sighing, you watched Husk rush out to grab what he needed. It was silent.... too silent.....you didn't like it. Thoughts started to gnaw on your mind from when you died to now. You felt small. It was getting bad, as you drifted off in space you didn't even notice the return of Husk from his errand. Husk knew you hated to be alone. He should have offered for you to go with him. He snapped his fingers in front of your face to pull you out of your trance. "Hey, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long. Come on, talk to me. Let's get you out of that head of yours." You nodded and started, telling him about the time you successfully put lipstick on Angel's pig just because Alastor told you you couldn't.
Throughout your stories, you felt the gnaw of loneliness seep away. Husk always did that for you, pulling you out of your thoughts. Even on nights when he was supposed to be at the bar, he would sneak his way to your room and talk with you for hours until you finally fell asleep. Though he was a drunk, grumpy cat, he was always prepared to help his friends out, especially his closest companion, you.
~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~
(It's time for another fun Charlie exercise. Today's game uses the first letter of your name to correspond to an animal.)
Angel: Charlie, this is stupid.
Charlie: It's not stupid, Angel. Come on, look how easy it is. My name is Charlie, and I like Cats! See.
Angel: No, it's foolish.
Husk: My name is Husk and I like Hennesy.
Y/N: (Breaks down laughing) T-Thats not an animal.
| RATED 18+. porn with lil plot; plot contains fluff. unprotected sex, creampie.
| NOTE: i was waiting for requests to come (which they did) when i wrote this. just to pass the time <3 WARNING: this is filthy af cause i actually provided graphics and stuff, so please minors stay away i beg u. ANYWAY; comments, hearts, and REBLOGS make me really happy <3 actual content after the cut!
Doctor Stephen Strange looked up as the elevator pinged. He tugged the knapsack on his shoulder and stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened. He walked the short distance that led to your apartment door, fished out his spare keys, and let himself inside. He closed the door behind him and flicked on the switch, soon, the room was full of light. He dropped his backpack on your sofa and let out Cloak, the relic instantly flew around the space, happy to be in your sanctum again.
Stephen was all too happy and relieved to retire in your place for the week. The last few weeks had been stressful for him. He had been attending to some serious interdimensional problems and it drained him. He could always go back to the Sanctum Sanctorum, just a few blocks away from your place, but no he chose to be in your space, just to feel a little of bit normality for a while.
He misses it sometimes; feeling and being normal. Sure, the hero gig was fun and fulfilling at times, but now and then, he wanted nothing but to feel domestic. Like lounge around in sweatpants, watch crap television and have endless bowls of popcorns, sleep until the sun was high up in the clouds. Things he greatly missed during his early twenties because he was all too busy studying and building up his reputation of being one of the greatest neurosurgeons in New York.
And now, his hair is graying at the temples when he finally felt a sense of comfort and normality that he only felt around you. Over the years of being together, he learned to appreciate how being simple and being simply with you could cause such happiness. You are the sole cause of this new perspective, a new concept of home, that he so adores. You are the sole reason why he keeps on valuing his life more than ever, the reason he keeps coming home after dealing with interdimensional demons and creatures. And of course, the promise of growing old together, evident in the engagement ring you so proudly wear.
He glanced at his wristwatch and it said 5:08 pm, just another hour before he welcomes you home after a long day from work. And so, he padded to the kitchen with a plan to prepare dinner. Said kitchen was kept tidy and spotless, except for the few books stacked and lying open on the kitchen counter. A few papers were scattered under the open books, the latest release of pediatric findings. Stephen, curious as he is, and the doctor in him, approached the little mess of books. He read the titles and flipped a few pages. He was reading a paragraph from the journal when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He dug it out from the pile of books and smirked to himself. Curious and amazed on why do you have a copy of such book. All giddy and excited now, ready to poke fun at you, he walked back to his bag and retrieved his sling ring. Suddenly, Cloak appeared by his side, questioning where the doctor was meant to portal to.
“Just to the Sanctum’s library, I’ll be quick.” He reassured his trusty companion and opened a golden ring, a portal leading to the Sanctum’s library. He wandered around, mentally recalling where he had seen the book. In no time, he was back in your place; the portal closed, and a hefty tome in his hands. He situated himself in the kitchen counter, grabbing your copy for reference, and waited for you in peace.
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A sigh left your lips, relieved to be home, at the same time, dying to rush to the bathroom. It’s all because of your friend, Alexa’s engagement celebration. David, a resident pediatric specialist and your friend, Alexa, a nurse in the same department got engaged just this afternoon. When the shift ended, champagne started to flow and also the stream of congratulations. After three glasses, you bid them goodbye and now, you’re standing by your door, fumbling with your keys. By the time you found your key, the door suddenly opened, revealing Stephen’s red relic.
“Cloaky!” you giggled excitedly and let yourself get smothered briefly by the thick cloak. When it finally let you go, you dropped your bag, and removed your heels before running towards the bathroom just by the kitchen.
“How come the cloak gets the first hug?” Stephen’s voice boomed through the bathroom door and you let out a laugh. You finished your business, washed your hands and headed out; welcomed by the sight of your fiancé sitting on your kitchen stool, wearing dark gray shirt and sweatpants. You ran towards him (almost slipping because you were still wearing your stockings) and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug. You breathed in his scent and choke out a sob. When the two of you pulled away, he held you close to him, his arm around your waist, his hand cupping your cheek.
“I missed you.” you whispered.
“Surprise.” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Surprise indeed.” you giggled and leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss was sweet and innocent, just like any kiss the two of you shared, especially after along time of being apart. Stephen tasted the champagne from your lips and hummed when you broke the kiss. Your lips parted and pink, flush rising to your cheeks, Stephen took all of his self-control to not devour you right by the kitchen counter. No, he’s planning something else.
“Did you miss me?” you asked, your voice sounding innocent and sweet. Stephen shifted uncomfortably, his erection slowly growing in the confines of his boxers and sweatpants.
Maybe it was the fact he’s been reading your copy of a certain book for the past hour that’s got him so riled up. Or maybe it was the way how he could see your cleavage when he glances down at you. Or maybe it was your stockings. Or maybe it was just you; your sweet lips, your warmth, your scent, and your touch that left a hot trail on his skin.
Or maybe, he just missed you.
“How could I not?” he said, his voice smooth and dark. You bit your lip and let your hand wander to his thigh, crawling slowly to his bulge.
“As you should, Doctor.” you whispered and leaned in to plant a kiss on his neck, right where you could feel his heart beat. Stephen leaned back and let you do nice things to him. Your hand on his chest, the other on the nape of his neck, tugging his hair to further expose his delicious neck. He let out a moan when he felt your teeth graze on a certain spot on his neck. You relieved the pressure, running your tongue on a new bruise. He tugged you closer to him, desperate to have you.
You were about to give him another love bite when something caught your eye. You stopped your ministrations and pulled away. You saw your copy of Kama Sutra, lying open on the kitchen counter. Next to it, a thick book written in Sanskrit with pictures of sex positions. Your mouth was agape, speechless and clueless on how to explain why you have a copy of it.
“Care to tell me why you have a copy of Kama Sutra, darling?” he asked, his tone teasing.
“It was from Diana. She gave it to me, suggested we take a look if we ever want to get pregnant.” you uttered nervously, moving to the other side of the counter next to him.
“Dr. Daniels from the Gyne department?” he asked.
“Yep. That’s her.” you said, looking down onto the book and blushing furiously as your eyes scanned the pictures.
“Why do you look so flustered? You know we’ve almost done most of them.” he chuckled. You throw him a look and sat on the stool next to him.
“Seriously?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he gave you an answer by pulling out a sheet of paper with a list of the names of the sex positions. It contained at least 10 and you were blown away. You recalled doing this, and that. Oh, and this too. Now, this is Stephen’s favorite. And this, he knows this one’s your favorite because he’s really deep inside you and stimulates your clit at the same time.
There was no way you’ve done all of these with him, but then Stephen can get creative at times. He scrutinized your surprised look and let out a rumbling laugh.
“What?” you narrowed your eyes at him.
“Nothing. You just look…” he trailed off.
“Look what? Haggard? Stressed?” you suggested.
“Yeah, you’re a doctor after all. But at the same time, you look really beautiful.” he chuckled and met your gaze.
“Oh, fuck you!” you giggled and swat his arm playfully.
“We’ll get there soon.” he replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“In your dreams, doctor.” you said, leaning closer to him.
“Oh yeah, definitely. Every night while I was away. But now you’re here, I’m here, why don’t we make it happen?” he said, and there it is again. Heat crept through your skin, making you fluster and shift in your seat. You were a hundred percent sure that your underwear is extremely wet at this point.
“How about you pick two, darling? One standing up, and one laying down?” he suggested, pushing the book towards you. You took a deep breath in and slowly flipped through the pages.
“Any preferences?” you asked.
“Anything that you think that’s gonna please you the most.” he replied, and propped his chin on his hand, watching you in interest. In his eyes, you could see a spark of love and trust that you so greatly missed in the last few weeks.
“Okay, this one, and this one.” you pointed and he quickly scanned it before closing the book and pulling you towards him.
“Ready?” he asked you and you gave him a small nod. He kissed you and you responded with the same passion. Soon, the two of you were racing upstairs, a trail of clothing was made leading to your bedroom. You and Stephen were bare naked the moment you stepped in your room.
As the door of your bedroom was locked shut, Stephen caged you in his arms and against the wall. He caught your lips once again with his. Lips to lips, Stephen made you all hot and bothered, ready to take him. His lips left yours and made a trail down to your neck, focusing on the spot that you so love and the spot that made your knees go weak. You hold him closer to you, your hands tracing his taut and smooth back. His hands did the same, trailing to your sides and caressing your hips. With ease, he carried you and your back ended firmly against the wall. Your thighs resting on his arms, your hands gripping his shoulders, and your eyes met his. He watched you anticipate his next move and smirked to himself.
You were really beautiful. Especially like this. In his arms, against the wall. Your lips swollen; your neck now dotted with fresh hickeys made by him. It made his heart race to see you in such state, and to think he’s caused this. He leaned in and a planted kiss on your chest, right above your beating heart, and finally slid himself inside you.
In union, you and him let out a relieved moan. He felt your familiar warmth and silkiness and it’s taking all his stamina not to come. You were so tight and you felt so full. Just the notion of being filled by him made your walls spasm involuntarily. He began to move, rocking his hips up and down and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as your clitoris grinded against his pubic bone. You gasped as light danced around your eyes, and Stephen watched as you near your orgasm.
“That feel good?” he asked, whispering in your ear. You could feel the tip of his cock hit your G-spot every time he slid into you.
“Please don’t stop—” you sighed against his lips, kissing him briefly. He dutifully did so, constantly ramming himself into you, faster and more forceful this time.
“Oh god, Stephen!” you cried out as your unexpected orgasm flow through you. Stephen squeezed his eyes shut and blindly sought your lips with his, swallowing your cries. You were gripping his cock so tight; he was struggling not to come.
And so, he pulled away from the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands were burning through your skin and it was painfully delicious. With the strength left in him, he carried you towards the bed, your lips locked with his when you finally felt the bed against your bare back. A tangle of limbs and arms, Stephen repositioned himself. Sitting down, back against the headboard, with you laying on your back, your petite body between his legs.
Stephen ran his hands all over you, mapping and memorizing your skin as if it was the first time. You arched your back, relishing his touch. Deciding he can’t take it anymore, he grasped your ankles, forcing your knees to bend and your legs to open and welcome him. He pushed himself inside you and let out a groan. The sensation of entering you will never get old, as if its always the first time.
He moved slowly at first and you held on to his arms. You lift your hips every time he moves inside, helping him to reach his peak. The bed started to rock with every move the two of you made. Soon, Stephen was chasing his own high. His head thrown back, his hair messed up, and his lips agape, groaning and grunting every time you squeezed him. Your hand traveled down to your sensitive flesh, and you started to rub yourself, your fingers making contact on where the two of you met in every thrust. Stephen glanced down and saw your hand hastily draw circles on your clit, helping yourself too. It was the same hand where you wore your engagement ring and Stephen let out a curse.
It was utterly sexy.
So, he took the reins and finally lifted himself up, bringing himself on top of you where he could slide his whole body against yours. Just plain old missionary. He held your hands, intertwining your fingers and planting them against the bed.
“Y/N, I’m so close—” he gasped when he felt you contract around him.
“Me too. Come on, Stephen.” you sighed. One. Two. Three, last thrusts, he had you coming powerfully and quickly like a freight train. And he quickly followed, his cum painting your walls and filling you up. You shuddered at the sensation. As your walls spasmed around him; milking him his last drops of his seed, he trailed kisses on your shoulder and your neck. Coming down from your highs. Your hands were still linked together and Stephen could feel the cool metal against his hand, he smiled against your skin.
“Oh wow.” you sighed, tracing lines on his back, unbothered by his weight above you.
“You could say that, huh?” he said, mumbling against your skin. You smiled to yourself.
“That was…” you trailed on.
“Fun? Satisfying?” he supplied.
“That was utterly you, Stephen. Trust you to use a sex handbook to make me come like a madwoman.” you giggled.
“Oh well you know me, I’m a ‘by the book’ kind of guy.” he said and propped himself on his elbow, looking at you. His scarred hand tracing patterns on your skin.
“But let me tell you something, no book could ever teach me to love you.” he continued and you raise an eyebrow, urging him to go on.
“Because everything you do teach me to love you. And I just do. Utterly and irrevocably.” he said, the words leaving his lips. You graced him your shy smile and kissed him.
“Where’d you get that line from? What’s the title of the book?” you joked.
“Oh, fuck you!” he said, poking your sides and you giggled.
“That’s the point darling, and maybe after dinner?” you gasped when he finally stopped tickling you. He kissed you one more time, sweetly, and with a promise of more.
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