#Alastor and niffty: NIFFTY YES

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Charlie: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

Alastor: I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

Angel: I came out

Niffty: attack people

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Alastor and Nifty father daughter bonding moment

I love them

King and Princess Roach

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these guys are outrageously fun to draw

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Wanted to draw some Luci and Niffty bonding!

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Meme time!

At my place we are without electricity again, so let's compensate with something fun!

The story behind the meme

Valentino was found dead in his room, stabbed 27 times with angelic steel.

Carmilla has an ironclad alibi, and anyway, the messiness of the hit isn't in her or Zestial's style... who could have been? Rosie and the other Overlords whisper, but there's no grief in their tone, as they chitchat over tea. They might feign impartiality at the business table, but outside it's harder to ignore one's likes and dislikes.

The main suspects are Valentino's favourite star to exploit, his business associates Vox and Velvette, and some even suggested that it could be Alastor's doing again, maybe through Niffty this time, not to alarm the other Overlords.

The deer-man rejects all accuses, but doesn't do much to hide his indifference –or even glee– about the matter. Husk mutters the same as he tends the bar, handing both Vaggie and Luci fresh drinks – the moth was an horrible soul, even for hell's standards, they're not going to make a fuss over it. Val also mistreated their precious Charlie, after all, and the only reason they're involved is to claim Angel's innocence and back up his alibi.

Loudly in the public eye and somberly in his private quarters, Vox tries to process the loss of his business partner and ally. Val wasn't the best person... but he was his person, in some ways. Their toxicity matched. For now, he relies on Velvette for damage control

What they don't know is, Husk and Cherry Bomb have their own private toast to share. What went down that night is a secret they will protect with their afterlife, but they would undoubtedly do it again– now their friend Angel finally has a chance at freedom, at justice, at peace.

I hope you enjoyed!

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2P Niffty 🪡🫐

[arahusk]

Day 4: Secrets For HuskWeek2025.

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Husk heard a whisper that was like the soft hissing of cockroaches.

It was no surprise that it was Niffty who was trying to call him over, giving him a frantic wave as she peeked around the handle of her mop. Almost as if it would hide her, and with her tiny size, it nearly did. Her eye shone like a house on fire, the light of it reflecting off her sharp teeth.

Husk sighed. But he saw nothing else in her hands, and no weird creepy-crawlies in her hair, so he walked over from his bar, moving to the secluded hallway. He expertly bypassed the puddles of pail water that were still soaking the carpets.

"What is it, Niff?"

The maid was gripping the handle until it nearly splintered in her grip. She must have been really excited about something.

"I got a real good secret about the boss for you~!"

He frowned. "What makes you think I want to even know it?"

Niffty giggled, her pupil dilating. "Because it's so tasty."

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. But he was already dead and buried, way over six feet under. What more could be done to him really?

That, and he knew Niffty wouldn't let up until she told him.

"Fine, spill it."

This was gonna be either stupid or horrifying. But after seeing Alastor devour several sinners alive, he was sure he heard it all. The only secret Niffty could have known was whether Alastor liked his corpses grilled or crispy.

"Okay, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone else!" Niffty quickly leaned her mop against the wall and its peeling wallpaper. "It's a forbidden kind of secret."

He did all he could to not roll his eyes. "Does the boss secretly watch game shows on the TV set downstairs? Promise I won't tell a soul for this awful scandal of his."

But what he didn't expect was when Niffty pulled out something from her pockets. It looked like...some sort of raggedy doll, one that was completely in her liking, down to the single crimson button to serve as an eye. It had black thread sewn on its face for a smile, and even wore her exact style of dress, down to the little blood splatters.

He knew Niffty was absurdly young at heart, but this was pushing it. "So, uh... new hobby of yours?"

It seemed likely when Niffty also pulled out a needle, holding it delicately in her other hand. But she shook her head.

"Alastor made this. I just helped!" She grinned. "He likes sewing up dolls of us!"

Husk instantly knew he wasn't going to like what she would say next.

Niffty balanced the needle in her fingers, looking ready to stab something. She gazed at her mini-self with fondness, even with the numerous patches sewn over its limbs.

"Alastor said he used to make a bunch of these when he was alive. But, he only makes dolls of those he likes and wants to protect! And he gave me this!" She hugged it tightly, giggling off-key. "He says I can be trusted with it now. And that he made sure the hair would always stay soft and that the pretty dress won't rip!"

Husk remained quiet. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have stayed. Yet, it was like those very needles Niffty always carried was pinning him to this very spot.

"He also has a doll of you." She raised her singular eye to him. Engulfing red, with only a tiny pinprick of black. "It's so cute and cuddly! He even uses real fur and feathers for it. He lets me pet it, hehe."

It was his own. He didn't even question it. Husk remembered waking up one morning to find his arm a little less fuzzy. He remembered feeling his wings with stings of pain, as if someone had pulled out the feathers in nondescript places.

"Where is it?" he asked. He didn't specify. But Niffty always had a scarily quick mind.

"Oh, Alastor still has it. It's safest with him, he says. He told me that he always makes sure you're taken care of, since you'd just lose it in a game of blackjack."

Husk gripped his fists. Jackass. His wings shivered. "Niff, why are you telling me this?"

Niffty smiled so ecstatically. "Alastor wanted you to know his secret. Isn't that great?"

No.

Niffty didn't notice his silence. She was still cuddling her doll, made of cotton, stitches, and magic. She then pressed a fingertip against the needle's point, the sharp prick seemingly jogging another memory.

"Also! He said once I told you this..." She laughed, tickled at whatever little comment Alastor must have said. "He said, 'Let Husker know I'm always here to lend him a hand!'''

It was then that Husk felt a palm against the small of his back, fingers shifting through fur.

He whipped his head around, his tail flicking, and his wings outstretched. Yet no one was there. It didn't matter. He felt that same hand tighten, fingers massaging his waist.

It could touch him. It could caress. It could also rip off his spine. Carve into his flesh. Pull him apart limb from limb.

Husk was still. He swallowed, turning back to Niffty. "Yeah. Alright, thanks. Heard that loud and clear."

Niffty smiled, looking so pleased. "You're welcome! Now we both know the boss's darkest secret!" Then she skipped away, leaving the mop behind so she could enjoy her gift from Alastor.

Knowing his boss, he probably Niffty-proofed it so she wouldn't hurt herself. Or maybe, he knew she would love the feel of needles in her skin and that it wouldn't matter. Not for her.

Husk shivered, even long after the hand on him had left.

Maybe at night, he would feel such hands on him again, cradling like he was something so precious. So fragile. So breakable.

The dolls were for their protection, Niffty had said.

He had to believe that with every inch of his soul, or he'd never be able to sleep.

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Back with my owlapple agenda +mammon☝️

Also added my fav bits from the comic (pls tumbler don’t kill the quality🙏)

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: I would die for you.

Angel: I would die for you too.

Husk: *suddenly emotional* Please don't do that.

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To all the sinners: what was your real name you had on earth?

—bird anon

"Victor."

"Oh, it was still Alastor - I saw no point in changing it! Alastor Ardoin, if you must know."

"It was Anthony. Still went by it when I first came down here. Only changed it when I got inta' the business."

"I don' even fuckin' rememba'. Those human memories fade pretty fast if ya' don't wanna hang onta' 'em."

"What she said."

"Yeah, I dunno either."

"Please, I don't remember that shit."

"It was Mariannette."

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Bill Cipher x Charlie Morningstar: You’re Acutie Though a Bit Obtuse, Right?

Why did I do this? Because I can. I'm cringe. I don't care.

Charlie Morningstar had started to lose hope due to the recent ordeal with Heaven until a rather geometric obsessed sinner appears on her doorstep, more specifically an unsolicited guest interested in redemption! While Charlie takes a liking to the new guest, some of the others welcome him while others regard him with suspicion especially Alastor, Charlie's trusted business partner. AKA Bill Cipher has taken an interest in the Hazbin Hotel and as we all know, wherever Bill goes...chaos follows.

There was a twink at the door. Well, Angel didn’t know exactly what to call this dude’s cartoony ass. The second Angel’s mismatched eyes saw that smirk, cane, and eyesore of a golden suit, he spun around and called, “Eh! Alastor, your long lost half-brother or whatever’s at the door.”

The sinner smiled and tipped his top hat, “Actually, I want to be redeemed. I’m here for that.” He laughed, leaning on his golden cane.

“There’s a patient for you, Charlie!” Angel Dust nodded, cupping his hand next to his mouth as he hollered up the grand staircase. 

Charlie blinked awake, rubbing her eyes and sat straight in bed. Patient. There’s a patient?! PATIENT! Her heart leaped and her body did as well as she scrambled out of bed. She was halfway out of her bedroom door still tugging on her slippers. Then she frantically popped her head back in the door, staring at the alarm clock: 1pm. One o’clock. How long did she sleep in for? Shit. 

Charlie shook her head and called down, “I’ll be there in a minute!” At a record pace, she dashed down the hall, practically tripping over herself, desperately running a hand through her wild, unkempt hair. It was futile. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, taking the grand stairs two at a time which was probably very unwise. In a heap, she finally reached the door, heaving, huffing and puffing. Her hands were on her knees, and she bent over. Wow, she was out of shape. Then she snapped up and waved, “Hi, hi, my name’s Charlie.” 

The sinner was, well, he looked a lot like Alastor. He was wearing a clean-cut golden coat with an odd pattern of bricks on the torso and long black dress pants. A black bowtie, a black top hat that seemed to hover slightly above his blonde dyed black hair. His eye was dark, and the right side of his face had a triangular eyepatch. His black gloved hands clutched a golden cane. Damn, he did look a lot like Alastor if he looked more human and favored gold over red.

“Yeah, hi, Charlie. The name’s Bill.” The sinner named Bill said leaning against his cane and extending a gloved hand. “I’m sure you haven’t heard of me!”

Charlie stared down at Bill’s outstretched hand. A small blue flame flickered in between his fingers and then died just as quickly. She blinked and beamed a smile at Bill, clasping hands with him. Well, a patient was a patient. “Hi, Bill! So, you’re interested in redeeming yourself?” With one firm shake, it ended.

“Hello?” Angel Dust narrowed his pink eyes at Bill who in turn glanced over at the Spider Demon. “You know I exist right?”

“Yeah, you’re Angel Dust. The porn star, right?” Bill’s eye slid over, rather unimpressed. Is that all what everyone saw when they looked at Angel?

A smirk spread across the Spider Demon’s face, and he smoothed back his fluffy hair, “So you’ve seen my vids?” Well, he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Hah!” Bill laughed and Angel’s face turned sour, “Nah, just saw the billboards. You can’t really miss them in Hell, can you?”

“Likely story, one eyed,” Angel Dust narrowed his mismatched eyes at the one-eyed demon. He used his four hands to jab his pointer finger and long finger at him. 

Bill grins, “Well, in life I worked at this mangy shack for who knows how long. Not really one for porn. I just really love kids.” Then he pauses and looks at Charlie’s horrified expression. “No, I’m not in for that . Had these two twins that kept ruining my life and giving me heck.” That grin thins, “I’ll get back at them…one of these days.”

“Ooookay! Ready to check in?” Charlie pumped a fist. Jeez, this guy seemed to be a bit of a wreck. Beefing with kids? Well! It was Hell after all! Everyone was a wreck. 

“Yeah, speaking of which, don’t you have a check in counter?” Bill glanced around the spacious lobby wreathed in crimson. Even with one eye, he seemed to be combing through every detail. 

“Budget’s a bit tight,” Charlie beamed a strained smile at him.

“Yeah…I can see that.” Bill said quickly and strolled ahead, his golden cane thumping on the ground with each step. Did he need it? He looked rather spry. A sinner that died in his prime. Charlie didn’t pry. She didn’t want to scare him off too early.

Angel Dust waved at the pair, “See you two later.” He sauntered back to the gilded golden doors leading out of this little pure bubble of hell. Charlie briefly glanced, seeing him go, go back to his own personal hell, back to Valentino. A frown was slowly crawling across his bright face, but she shoved it down. 

The all too cheery sinner walked side by side with her and elbowed her in the side with a sharp elbow. “Hey, kid, why the glum face?” 

Kid? Her mouth opened and then she snapped it close again. She was sure as hell a lot damn older than him. Again, she reminded herself…don’t scare him off. Whatever little sparks of fire sprouted from in between her clenched fingers extinguished. 

“Nothing,” Charlie said shortly but thankfully Bill didn’t question it. He seemed preoccupied with the sights even if there wasn’t much to see. Paintings glowering down at them on the walls, long sweeping curtains curling around the window’s light, and what seemed to be eternally empty rooms lining the hall.

Her hand gripped the doorknob to her office and the bell hung to the doorknob jingled. She had almost expected Alastor to come rushing ahead of her to hold the door but of course, he wasn’t there. He was locked up in his radio tower doing who knows what.

She almost hurled at the sight. A new guest and this is what her office or well, her and Alastor’s office looked like? A large stained-glass window filtered in crimson sunlight into what she could barely call an office. Dusty bookshelves lined the walls where her parents’ paintings had once hung. Her and Alastor’s eyesore of a desk sat proudly at the center of the room, littered with scattered papers, a monitor with far too many files on the home screen, an obscene array of stress toys and silly colored gel pens strewn across the hard desk wood. At the midpoint of the half circular desk was a chair for a guest and across the desk were the chairs for her and Alastor.

“Sorry for the mess,” Charlie crossed to the desk, desperately swiping at the papers and plunking them onto the table in a semi-coherent pile. “You can sit–” Her eyes drifted back to the door’s threshold where he was. Then she motioned towards the seat across from her. But he wasn't there. She blinked. He disappeared. No. He didn’t disappear. He wouldn’t just–

“Nah, it's fine. Comfy chair by the way,” His voice said beside her, and she turned. There he was leaning back in his office chair, grinning at the princess and appearing way too comfortable in Alastor’s chair. 

Oh. Well, maybe it's better that Alastor isn’t here. 

Sitting in her business partner’s chair? Bold, cocky, definitely arrogant. Now who did that sound like: Alastor, Angel Dust, a bit of Vaggie, and her own father. Well, surely one more cocky arrogant bastard wasn’t going to burn down the Hotel, right? 

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Doods! :)

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[ID: Three books: (from left to right: The Pocket Guide to Girl Stuff, The Pocket Guide to Boy Stuff, The Pocket Guide to Mischief) Image Below: Niffty, Husk, and Alastor, each matched with one of the books: Niffty (The Pocket Guide to Girl Stuff) Husk (The Pocket Guide to Boy Stuff) Alastor (The Pocket Guide to Mischief) // End ID]

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Books I think the hazbin cast would read

Charlie: How to Talk to Your Cat About Gun Safety: And Abstinence, Drugs, Satanism, and Other Dangers That Threaten Their Nine Lives by Zachary Auburn

Vaggie: Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murta

Angel Dust: Kageki Shoujo! by Kumiko Saiki 

Alastor: Lord Of The Flies by William Golding

Husk: I Am A Cat Barista by Hiro Maijima

Nifty: Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James 

Sir Pentious: Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Lucifer: Silver Spoon by Hiromu Arakawa