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Currently I am only working on Arcane content but will look into other content upon request.

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[aminetko]

Omg they are angel and demon in disguise🤯🤯🤯(I love them)

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[victorsimping]

New headcanons happy to come, who should they be about?

Lucifer

Adam

Lute

Lilith

Angel

Rosie

Voting ended onFeb 18, 2024

[victorsimping]

Alastor Head Canons

TW: Mentions of death, child abuse, murder -When Alastor actually wants to comfort someone he will make food for them and eat a bit in front of them to show it's not poisoned.

- Charlie is the only exception to this rule as he'll break his five feet rule to gently caress her shoulder or pat her head. -Rosie taught him how to cook, not just cannibal meals but food in general, even though he leaves his food most often raw. -His weak point IS his microphone and the only person he'd ever let touch it is Charlie. He knows she stands for something that wouldn't let her harm him even if she knew his dark secrets. -There's only one other time that he's been caught eating and it was by Rosie who found him nibbling on some of her home made chocolate. She'll slip some in his pocket's when no one's looking. It's a secret they both hold. -He'd punt a child given the chance but if Charlie is around he'll actively give a child candy. More brownie points from the hotel. - He's a mama's boy, and when he was alive, since he didn't know he was Ace in any way he always told his mother she would get a granddaughter.

-In life Alastor didn't know what being Aromantic or Asexual was, his father convinced him he was broken for not wanting anyone but his mother always comforted him and would remind him, 'I don't like your father that way either. It's perfectly normal. But never forget I love you my little deer.'

-His father is the one who killed him, shot him square between the eyes after he was caught trying to resurrect his mother.

[notherpuppet]

Husk and Alastor have a battle of wits, drinking, and jazz. AKA how I think Husk found out about Al’s situation.

Music: JK Sax’s cover of Tones and I “Dance Monkey”

I’m not a talented enough musician so I couldn’t make the music that was in my head lol but dance monkey fits pretty well.

Alastor: Husker, is that all you got? Hahaha, take another shot!

Husk: You ain’t on a sadist’s leash, you can’t know-it-all. Can’t know what I been through, if you ain’t at a beck and call!

Alastor: Ha! I win this spat with ease, looks like you’ve hit the wall. Cuz Jokes on you, I know that too, I know it all!

Husk: You…what?

Al: Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink this time. Do yourself a favor, banish this night from your mind.

Husk: U-understood.

Al: Hm, good.

[dealwithadeer]

Husk is out here surviving two warnings from Alasto r if you take this and the one in episode 5. Honestly though, how is Husk even still alive? First of, he is a former Overlord and Alastor was/is in the habit and killing those and, more important, he seems to know way too much about Alastor than he should. Why has Alastor not killed him yet?

This aside, I find it quite fascinating that you chose to show Husk not only playing saxophone but still having a suit on, maybe even with a bit of yellow on it as well?

I also love that it actually looks like Alastor is having fun while Husk maybe likes to play the saxophone but is a lot more aggressive about it. It looks like maybe one of their 'earlier' stages where Husk is more of some sort of friend than owned soul.

But I am also pretty sure that after this they never had a night where they both drank together. Maybe nights where Alastor got Husk drunk but I doubt Alastor ever let himself get drunk and comfortable enough after that.

Also seems like this could be in Husks casino after-hours where it's only the two of them which would explain why Alastor ever let himself loosen up in the first place.

I really love the animatic because it really fits the overall vibe of Hazbin Hotel and I love the timing of the shattered glass.

I absolutely adore the change of music and atmosphere the second Al realizes what he has just confessed to Husk. I have read some interesting theories about that one scene in episode 7 when he makes a deal with Charlie and we can see his mouth being sewn and even in episode 1 there were hints that his smile was sewn on. With the mouth being sewn it could symbolize how Alastor is forbidden from talking about his deal or letting other people know about it. Which is also another reason why I am unsure how and why Husk is even still alive after this.

The clakning of the piano of also a very nice touch. And Husk seems just a bit shocked but also concerned.

I really love the "Do yourself a favour" shot because the aformentioned sewing is really shown there really making Alastor look terrifying but also like an overgrown voodoo doll. I think Alastor knows that perhaps it would be the smartest thing to just kill Husk right now but he does not.

Husks fear is completely understandable here because he knows that he has heard and now knows something no one is supposed to now about and Alastor looks this short of just eating him.

"Banish this night from your mind." I love how it is really threatening but he is also giving Husk a way out. Let's just pretend this never happened. And also the pointed finger remindin me of that shot from episode 8 and making the connection that Husk perhaps knows about Alastors mental breakdowns after failing as well and the pointed finger is a reminder to Husk to not forget about Alastor owning him and that Husk should keep quiet about a lot of things he knows about Al.

The background music perfectly adding to the creepy atmosphere.

"U-Understood."" Poor cat man is utterly terrified. And if you take this fananimatic as canon it would actually add to the terror he must have felt in episode 8 because Alastor had warned him before to never mention or even think about what he knows and he did it anyway in a moment of hurt pride.

"Good", combined with the little head pat. And Husk then looking away. I think considering he still has his suit there, I think he knows that whatever sort of 'friendship' was between them is now completely changed because Alastor will feel the need to near constantly remind Husk about who is the one in power here. I like to think that a couple of weeks after this, the formerly yellow bowtie got replaced with the red one.

[fleshgerm]

hello radiodust fandom i come bearing gifts

(banger cover image by @hc4art)

[victorsimping]

I wish I could sing this with him.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

OC Spotlight:

As part of a trade with @alastorscreamlover I present their OC, Clyde. He was a joy to draw and learn about.

[victorsimping]

My OC, Clyde, by @mydisenchantedeulogy I'm so glad I could do this trade with you! This is the first time I was able to see him come to life outside of my mind! I appreciate you !

[akaisenhatake]

last drink.

[victorsimping]

This is just from a season 1 pov it might change in season 2 if we dive deeper, but I don't think Lute deserved to lose Adam. I hope she doesn't lose him permanently. I'd look forward to demon Adam and they both have new outlooks on it all. Maybe still not in support of the hotel but I think they need each other. They would be good for each other if they could grow together, their energy is big and bold, if it could be guided into supporting others it would bring a world of change. In a sense I think god relies on them not changing. If Adam becomes a demon he'd fuck shit up, if Lute completely loses Adam she'd fall too just to defy god for her heart.

[victorsimping]

Copper And Sugar Coated Tunes

AeliaXAlastor Platonic/semi-romantic OC storty TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Head over heels for Alastor who seems to be dancing on the line of romantic and platonic, after being aromantic for many years there's always a possibility romance will arise. After all Aromantic and Asexuality are a spectrum. For now he's happy with his toy.

For: @mydisenchantedeulogy

Cannibal town was always a hoot, it’s been a great home to Alastor for many a year and found it in a strange way comforting. Though it was not where he resided on purpose, when those days hit where he had too much gossip in his bones he would go out of his way to find Rosie and spill anything he had. Within reason. After all, everyone had their secrets, and his most unkempt secret was Aelia, a rather sweet tart of a demon who’d been floating like a bee around the radio demon for some time now. No one could fathom why, but no one would question it since the red demon himself had a rather large cast of unseemly characters these days. Her on the other hand he kept at arms distance rather than a good five meters away.

Rosie especially kept an eye on this, after all even an ace in the hole like Al still deserved to find companionship in all its shapes and sizes. Not that he made it very clear what she was to him. One moment it could be a silly friendship, the next possibly romantic and just at the tail end she could be a victim for the taking. Every so often Rosie swore she could see a chain on her neck but just as she saw it it faded. Like a red string of fate that southerners would speak of.

It seemed now that the red string had brought them arm in arm to the town square for a feast. A celebration of new friends, from Charlie to yourself it was all to be celebrated. Alastor hadn’t come with Charlie this time, instead the demon was arm in arm with the swan demon, their horns gleaming in the glow of the lights swinging just above. “Alastor! My sweet swan!” Rosie called cupping Aelia’s cheek and gingerly reaching for Alastor’s hand, “A pleasure to see you two arrive! Charlie and Vaggie have been setting up for a bit but I’ve been waiting for the two of you for the music!” She grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. 

Aelia smiled softly at the woman leaning into Alastor gently, the limit of proximity boundaries not often tested and gingerly accepted on the demon's part this once. He didn’t go rigid but a hum escaped him, dusted with radio static. “A pleasure Rosie! I will gladly get it set up as long as you don’t mind my music!” He explained with a slight boy, releasing Aelia from his arm he pat her atop the head, “Why don’t you go find my radios dear and I’ll set us up a table!” His ever present static dissipated and he swept off with Rosie to get the final preparations done for their table. 

The young avian demon let out a small sigh, she had been hoping for a little more time but as the older radios and gramophones showed up in green smoke, beautiful magic as always. Flapping her wings once in preparation she flowed gracefully to them, prepping them to the same station or moving the needle to the right starting point. Wings causing a pleasant breeze to mix the blood of the food and sweets that were brought by others. Copper and sweet confectioners sugar. When the final one was set correctly the music began. Upbeat jazz music began to coax the crowd from their bloody feasts, bringing them closer to the gazebo as they began to pair up.

Most of those in Cannibal town had come together not just because they are human eaters, like minded in that sense, but because they also died around the same time. Even Alastor could be counted amongst them. The only reason Vaggie fit in there was because Charlie was the princess of hell and they had to welcome her in with open arms now, Aelia on the other hand didn’t have a chance. Floating back to the cobblestone, a shadow appeared beside her, forming quickly into Alastor as he extended a hand to her, “Care for a dance?” He asked, his big grin pouring into the avian demon. 

Surprise coated her expression before the small hearts began to form in her pupils. “I-I’m not really… versed in dancing.” She admitted almost avoiding his hand at first but as he didn’t remove it from the offer. 

“I’ll teach you then!” Without missing a beat he snatched her wrist and pulled her between a few other couples. Though it was a ‘leave room for Jesus’ type dance it was still closer than they often were. Almost toe to toe, sometimes even bumping shoes as he sent her through the movements. Like a rag doll she followed until it was more like a puppeteer. 

“My deer I-” He lit up for a second before she could get another word out, his eyes narrowing slightly in a teasing way, the previous hears in her eyes being accentuated by her blush. Oftentimes when she wasn’t thinking it might slip, her adoration for him was no secret and he’d take advantage of it whenever he saw the opportunity. 

“Hush you’ll do fine,” He whispered, bringing his head down slightly so his mouth was near her ear, quoting the song in a slightly sing-song way. 

‘I wanna be loved by you and you alone.’ 

His voice low, backed by a subtle amount of static so no one else could hear, causing the hearts to grow in her eyes as she tried to imagine he was just singing along. He was the type to tease and test, so who knew if he meant it just to her as he led her around the open dance floor whispering the lyrics in her ears. His heart thumped to the rhythm of the music while hers took up the tempo of jazz. Every so often Al would check in with her, dipping her down or gently twirling her to ask a question while Rosie giggled and pointed them out. An ever supportive friend. 

 Maybe he was taking notes from Angel to tease the blush out of her, watch what would make her squirm. Regardless of his angle, manipulation or not, it was polite and respectful at face value. Something Aelia couldn’t and didn’t want to see past, she wanted to look into those deep crimson eyes and see love reflected in them, not hunger or manipulation so that’s what she saw. Gently spinning her he brought her across the dance floor to their table.

Delicately decorated in reds and whites, strawberry cakes, tarts, and gently blood garnished dishes. Though Cannibal town had it’s downs ever since Alastor came back they’d had a newfound appreciation for aesthetics in their food and he’d made sure to make Aelia’s look extra appealing, jambalaya for the two of them no doubt but it was decorated in such a soft way you could be fooled into thinking Rosie did it herself. If it weren’t for the small garnish of fake radio static on each plate which Alastor put on each of his dishes then it would have been a lie.

A smile tugged at Aelia’s lips and Alastor brightened, there it was, the smile he’d fought for, the one he’d been after, a hard one chased. His static paused and he reached out pinching her cheek, “There it is. The little swans smile.” He teased almost proudly before pulling out her chair, gesturing for her to take a seat. 

It took her a moment to process, first the pinch, her hand delicately touched where Al had pinched, a softer more embarrassed smile taking the smile of awe. “Little swan hm?” She finally managed as she sat on the lawn chair gently scooting in. 

“I have to admit Rosie was right on the money when she called you that.” There was much more behind that but currently he was much too excited for food. Though he didn’t often express it, or even give into his cannibal tendencies this was one time he’d agreed to be human. For Charlie, for Rosie, for Aelia. 

Her heart picked up a beat, the nickname sticking was a twist, especially if Alastor was going to hold on to it, “Thank you.” Her shell was slowly being cracked open, a sweet side coming through, fighting to show it to Alastor but also keep it hidden from the world they both lived in.

Taking a small bite of his food he chewed carefully before reaching a hand out to her, his claws skimming the skin to not hurt her. “Thank you for coming dear, I would have hated to come unaccompanied to such an event! You fill a void with a bright presence!” Was he just listening to himself talk? “You’ll have to keep accompanying me though now, I’m not one to jump from person to person!” No, that had to be him setting up something. Aelia giggled, lifting her own fingers and wrapping them in his. Her free hand lifted the bloody wine to her lips, letting the crimson stain the corners of her mouth as she paused. “Let’s make it a deal.” He offered as he rubbed the tip of his finger on her hand. 

Her heart leapt and she almost choked on the wine. “Alright I’ll make a deal on it, I’ll attend with you, just as long as we can have a good time.” She offered, her words almost fumbling over each other. Small sparks of green magic left his fingers but there was no chain, no offering of souls, instead the smile he had met his eyes for the first time in a long time, “Then my little swan, it’s a deal~.” 

[yaztheangel]

‘I know you’ll be the one to break these chains demon belle.’

[victorsimping]

I would love to see her break his deal. Just to see what he'd do if he didn't have to serve someone else. How bad he could get. (How good he could get?) We know his motives are tainted and I love the theory that he's Liliths lap dog that ends up betraying her for Charlie. If he did betray Lilith would Lucifer have to save him? Would he be another one to die in hell and not be redeemed? I just have a lot of questions about specifically Alastor. I love his and Charlie's relationship the way it is. I'm not much of a ChAlastor shipper so I simply want to see where it goes.

[nova2cosmos]

Sister

✝️📻

[victorsimping]

I absolutely need to write my OC with this version of Al.

[tobiomin]

GUYS GUYS LISTEN

what if, and maybe that's a far stretch, but what if alastor picked a fight because he thought that would make lucifer show charlie how much he cared for her

let's be straight, there's no fucking reason for alastor to start a bickering with lucifer KING OF HELL. we know that alastor has a talent to realise someone's weakness and use that against them, so ofc he quickly noticed that charlie and lucifer had some unresolved family problems, he also knew that they needed lucifer by their side so charlie's plan could work.

so maybe if he could make lucifer believe that he stole his place as charlie's father figure, that would push lucifer to his limit, thus forcing him to show how much he cares and loves charlie. this way charlie would finally know that her father cares, that maybe they just need to have heart to heart conversation.

maybe that's just me imagining things, but i dunno it kinda makes more sense than alastor being a little prick with the king of hell just for pure fun. yes, i know it could be because lucifer didn't give a flying fuck about him and didn't even know who he is, but i prefer to think that alastor had a more reasonable thought behind it.

[victorsimping]

I honestly prefer this theory and think it has some good backing especially if he's trying to get out of a deal with Lilith. To make Lucifer care gets Lucifer even on his side. With him helping Alastor and Charlie and good standings with them both; At least on the surface. Then he might be able to get out of his deal with Lilith. *That is if he has a deal with her* He could be setting up something huge for himself.

[skiplo-wave]

😵‍💫💫

[victorsimping]

Really want my OC with Al on this one but I'm just a brat about it.

[jaro-oraj]

[victorsimping]

Sick And Tired of You

Lute has caught a mysterious illness and her life is no longer what she once had. How will she recover? How will things get back to normal? Or will they ever?

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, Gore

It started with a sniffle, nothing to worry about really, maybe just some left over gunk from being at that god awful place after The Purge. It wasn’t uncommon, coming back covered in sinner blood you always had to detoxify yourself and that’s what Lute considered it to be, for maybe the first week. From a sniffle to a sneeze, she could hide it with ease but Adam and the other angels weren’t so stupid. Sure they looked on the bright side of everything when up in heaven which gave her good cover but it wouldn’t last forever. During training it really started to show. 

Slipping on solid ground, missing marks with her spear Adam would make overexaggerated jokes about ‘Danger tits becoming Lazy tits just because he fucked her right.’ Not that they ever did such a thing but Adam would make it known, lie or not, that he made sure to keep his angels in shape with his holy nut sack. It would make her roll her eyes, but after the final rally she’d saunter out of sight, only to crawl her way back to her room when relieved by her higher ups. Chills capturing her body like a vice grip, coughing up a lung or six. Lute had never felt something so violent in her body. 

Maneuvering her body into a perfectly warm bath she tossed her mask to the side only to catch a glimpse of what she looked like. Who was this ghastly woman looking back at her? Gaunt features, bloodshot eyes, deep circles and sunken cheeks. She wasn’t fooling anyone, they were simply letting her walk around like a fool for weeks, like she deserved to be gawked at like this. Her fists clenched, teeth gritted but the rage didn’t last long when she heard her door fling open. There was only one person who felt her privacy was so arbitrary to disrespect it, and in a sense she respected it. 

“What do you want?!” Lute called.

“Good you know I’m here!” Adam replied as he shoved open the bathroom door, Lute quickly snatched a towel and looked away, as though he hadn’t stared at her face during training for hours; perhaps she should have kept on her mask more often. Not even perhaps she SHOULD have. Though Adam could have the IQ of a walnut sometimes he did know how to pick up on things, first man, first to pick up on her ques. Water sloshed as she pulled her knees to her chest and she glared at him, another wing out to cover her body as he ogled her biting his lip, sharp teeth, eyebrow wiggle and all. “What’s SO important that you need to be here Adam?” She asked, hostility lacing her tone, a clogged nose making her voice congested. 

“Ya see, Danger Tits, that’s just the problem!” The high angel began doing a finger gun at her and plopping down on her toilet. “You’re so important! And here you are being all fucked up all the time, it’s like you’re…” He waved his hand making grumbling noises as he reached out for the words he was looking for, “A weak fuckin pussy!” 

The sickly angel couldn’t help but flinch, sure Adam called angels a lot of things but his words were always nicer to her, they had a bond that she’d raise heaven, earth and hell to keep. “No I’m not I-”

“You’re SICK.” An accusatory finger pushed into her wing before grabbing her feathers, “And angels, real angels don’t get sick.” voice low and angry, there was a threat in that sentence and she’d seen it before. Witnessed and taken out that threat for him. 

“No Adam,” A slight shake in her voice, “I’m not, I’m just tired of all those fucking-”

“DON’T BULL SHIT ME, or are you just a bad a liar as those stupid fucking hell spawn!” He was enraged, his little Lute was lying to him, betraying him, and seeing that fear in her eyes, as much as he didn’t want it he knew he was right. She was being human, and that was a problem. “I won’t let you fuck this up for me Lute, not for anyone up here.” He gripped her wing harder, yanking her from the tub as she fought to be removed from his grip. Unfortunately those bones in her back were hollow, weak, and she felt a snap, causing her to cry out in pain. 

“Please, don’t! I’ll get better! I’ll do everything you ask! I’m still-”

Her pleading meant nothing at this point as he tore a wing from her, “You can’t be a weak link hot stuff, I can’t afford it, you gotta go where you belong you haz been.” He grinned and Lute ran. Naked, afraid and one winged she darted through her apartment, reaching for her spear only to have holy light hit her in the back. A wretched noise was forced from her lungs and with a snap a portal opened up between her and the high angel. Her eyes begged and pleaded as her chin quivered, unable to support her argument before he grabbed her ankle.

“I liked you, I really did, tits and all,” He let his smile fall and snapped his fingers, A long gold chain with a golden weight at the end slowly began to descend the hole, attached to her ankle.

“ADAM!” She screamed, desperate to stay as she reached out trying to fight the weight only for Adam to grab her hand as she was held between heaven and hell. Her clammy hand was barely able to hold his. 

“Oh! Almost forgot,” it was a sadistic smirk that followed as he tore off her other wing tossing it to the side, “guess I’m having wings tonight!” Her hand easily slipped from his and she landed on the red concrete with a hard thud, unable to stop her own fall she swore there were more than wings that were broken.

The light of hell burnt deeper than it used to, it burnt her to her now, most likely absent, soul. “Fuck.” Was all she whispered trying to roll onto her side to get the pressure off her back, only to find her body instinctively curling to protect her vital organs. Coughing hard golden liquid spurted from her mouth, slowly turning red as it hit the ground. God if she wasn’t sick before she was now. Why would a harmless cold cause so much.

Hearing a creaking from down wind she bolted upright only to fall forward unable to support her own bodyweight. Running on pure adrenaline still didn’t give her enough to function. Even when the voices coming up behind her became audible. 

“But Vaggie she’s-” The soft tones of Lucifer’s brat almost begging the fucker that should have been killed in the past extermination. 

“No!” It was stern but as time passed it seemed Vaggie had relented. Lute’s vision was fading, only a growl leaving her as red pants came into her line of blurred sight. A warbled mash of voices echoed before she no longer saw the true hell she’d landed in. 

Three days. That’s how long she was out, a high fever, major blood loss, she’d caught Fallen Syndrome while in Hell not too long ago. It starts out as a human like cold, but over time if a weak willed person would succumb to it, demon, human or angel one would start to succumb to hallucinations and end themselves, others, or anything in sight all to serve Lucifer. Lucifer himself did not create the disease but bacteria that existed in hell over time created it. Seldom did they latch on to angels but they are often attracted to those with strong wills. Alastor was the one to diagnose her and Charlie was the one to get her the cure, but Vaggie.

Vaggie was the one who watched over her. The previous angel felt it was her duty to keep Charlie safe but also to keep Lute in line if she was going to be here, and as they watched her golden blood turn to red it showed she might be here for a very long time. Regardless, that question wasn’t answered till Lute woke, grumbling, weak, and dizzy. “Where-” Vaggie didn’t let her finish. 

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.” It was delivered deadpan, more as if a guard was talking to a prisoner and for Lute it might as well have been just that.

“You slimy little fuck!” Lute bellowed, going to leap at Vaggie only to find she could barely move. It all happened so quickly in her mind but her body wouldn’t respond. Slowly Vaggie walked up instead picking up a tray of food and setting it on Lute’s lap. 

Of course it was hard for neither of them to react as though they were on the same side but Vaggie began it, “Here we want to rehabilitate you and get you sent to heaven. Just like every. Other. Sinner. Here.” The words backed a punch in Lute, each word like a painful jab. Adam had truly cast her out and the discoloration on her bandages on her legs and arms proved as much.

Red. 

“But first we need to get you better, how are you feeling?” The moth demon continued, though her voice sounded more genuine now and Lute went frigide. The horrible grotesque feeling reached all over her body and she rested her head back, succumbing to the reality in front of her, “Like shit.” She replied and Vaggie smirked. “Welcome to the beginning of recovery then.” 

[victorsimping]

Tumblr really betrayed me I didn’t get the notification the post about word count sorry 😭😭😭 no preference at all! It can be literally anything lol

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