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“    𝑛𝑎𝑎𝑎ℎ  ,     ”     he’s  examining  his    𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲  ,     𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬  ,     ensuring  they’re  all  perfectly  shaped    &     filed .    “     think  i’ll  tell  her  she  shoul’  do  it    𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆  ,     sparky  .     ”

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Pt 2 of my Hazbin redesigns! More are on the way! (Adam is getting a RE-redesign soon!)

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The chaotic duo 💖 💣 +ﾟ.

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Hazbin Masterpost

Heavenbound Masterpost

Cherri Bomb

For Cherri, I wanted to lean into the 80s punk vibe. I looked at quite a bit of Cindi Lauper and Madonna photos too.

Design notes under the cut

Demon--

Hair: So canon Cherri basically has two hairstyles at once. I decided she could either have the long hair or the ponytail. The ponytail felt more iconic with the bomb fuse look, so I went with that one.

I wanted to play into the bomb fuse gimmick by having it help reflect her mood sometimes. Sparks or flames when she gets angry or excited. It's not super consistent though, so don't rely on it to gauge her mood.

Eyes: I wasn't a fan of the X pupil, but it felt too distinctive to get rid of. So I just put it in a circular iris to make myself feel better. It's ultimately just a personal preference. I changed her eye color because I thought it would balance better.

Teeth: I didn't like that everyone had sharp teeth. It sort of reduces the impact it has with someone like Alastor or Rosie. So I've been altering them.

Ears: Why are so many characters lacking ears? Is it just because Viv struggled to draw ears when she designed them?? Anyway, just know that Cherri has ears, even if I don't always show them.

Tattoos: I tend to avoid giving characters complicated tattoos, mostly because drawing them consistently is a nightmare. I wanted to fill out her sleeve in a way that I could manage somewhat consistently. But idk, not sure how well I did that. I think it suits her, at least.

Clothes: Her canon outfit was hard to make sense of, tbh. I just did what felt right. The rips seemed difficult to do consistently, so I simplified those. I was annoyed by the mismatched shoes, so I committed to boots, which felt more 80s punk to me.

Denim was such an 80s-90s thing. Had to give her a denim jacket with some patches. I'll probably randomly alternate when I draw her with or without it.

Human--

So the oldest version of Cherri was supposed to be Angel's daughter(which obviously changed), but I based the human design on that. Particularly the hair and eye colors. Her name was Isabella, so I stuck with it.

The hair colors reference an older design where she had blonde hair, and the pilot/canon designs where it's pink. So I just mashed everything together. She's naturally brunette, but dyes her hair pink and blonde. Then I added a couple alternate hairstyles to reference her canon long hair.

I don't have many headcanons for her life. She's a punk, probably skateboards and does graffiti, overall a delinquent. Obviously into pyrotechnics. Fireworks, bombs, explosives, etc. Got into trouble for arson. Probably into smoking, alcohol, and drugs since high school.

Died in the 80s, in her mid 20s. There are lots of ways it could have happened. Overdose, arson gone wrong, fireworks to the face, resisting police, street gang violence, drunk driving, etc. Lots of possibilities.

(Feb 17, 2025- moved the human design to be above the cut)

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHE DOESN’T MEAN TO RUN INTO HIM,ㅤtruly, she doesn’t. Cherry knows better than to linger where the air thickens like rot & velvet, where the scent of cologne hides something sour underneath. But unfortunately, the hallway is far too narrow, the timing too sharp, & there he is: Valentino, all teeth & smug perfume, standing like he owns the floor beneath them [ well, technically, he does ] Her grip tightens instinctively around the clipboard she’s not even pretending to use, the sharp corners digging into her palm just enough to keep her grounded, to hold back the flicker of something deeper rising beneath her skin. A faint heat prickles at her shoulders, a heaveny pull humming just beneath the surface that responds to the spike in emotion, the wrongness in the air, but she he buries it, drowns it in sugar & bravado. She doesn’t stop walking or look away; merely throws him a glance over the rim of her shades with a slight curl to her lip, “Didn’t think you slithered through this wing during daylight hours,” she drawls, unable to help herself; words slow & lacquered in something that tries to pass for sweetness, but even she can’t fake it around Valentino. Her boots click sharply against the floor as she moves past him, each step just shy of a dare —almost, but not quite; Cherry pauses just enough to let the silence get interesting, then tilts her head just ever so when he barely moves, “What’s the matter? Lose your shadow?”ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤ@veelentinoㅤLIT THE FUSE

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE LIGHTS ARE TOO BRIGHT, THE BASS TOO THICK, THE CROWD TOO DRUNK;ㅤperfect. Cherry weaves through the back entrance like she owns the place, the laminated pass on her hip definitely forged & definitely sparkling. She’s heard the name Verosika in the way people talk about hurricanes & heartbreak; glamorous, messy, & probably lethal if you get too close. Pride doesn’t host just anyone, & if she’s headlining, then Cherry wants a close-up look. Not starstruck [ she doesn’t do idols ] but curious! She lingers near the dressing room door, twirling a cherrybomb between her fingers like a calling card, equal parts threat & flirt. “Nice soundcheck,” she calls out, leaning against the frame, voice casual & sugary-slick, “Didn’t know Pride booked real fire these days; guess I’ll have to stick around & see if you burn,” grin curls sharper, “Tell me, babe; do all your shows start with a bang, or am I just lucky tonight?”ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤ@lustborneㅤLIT THE FUSE

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE ROOM SMELLS LIKE BURNT RUBBER, CHEAP SOAPㅤ& whatever questionable cologne the last tenant left behind. One wall’s still scorched from her ‘distraction’ ( which absolutely wasn’t supposed to detonate inside the building ) & Husk is grumbling from the other side of the room like it’s her fault the job went sideways… again. Cherry’s perched on the edge of a wobbly motel bed, blood drying on her shoulder & glitter in her hair, holding a half-melted snack cake hostage in one hand while the other digs through a busted first-aid kit with the patience of a rabid raccoon, “You said left at the gate,” she snaps without looking up, voice full of underlying smugness, “I said leave at the truck. Big difference, Husky,” At the sound of his grumbling ( which sound like swearing & lungs all in the same breath ) she rolls her eyes, tossing him a bandage that smacks him square in the chest for the trouble. It's not the first time they’ve patched each other up under bad lighting & worse circumstances, & it most certainly won’t be the last,

Cherry’s not even sure when this weird rhythm started; when a couple nights on Husk’s couch turned into her crashing there between gigs, or when she started bringing snacks without asking what he liked. It’s messy, unspoken, & she doesn’t know what to call it; but she knows the way he leaves the door unlocked now, the way he grunts less when she steals his cigarettes, the way they bicker over laundry, & who used the last of the good liquor, & whether or not that knife wound actually needed stitches & somewhere in between all of that… she stayed. She bites into the snack cake, smirking at the way his ears flick at the sound. “So: you mad ‘cause I blew up the decoy van… or ‘cause I saved your ass again?” Tone is sugar-slick & shameless, but the glance she throws his way is warmer than it should be; something about this shitty little motel room feels safer than most of Hell ( & she loves it… )ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤ@huskkerㅤLIT THE FUSE

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HAZBIN HOTEL incorrect quotes: 34/

Source x

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@cherryfused asked: Cherry strolls in Vox's office, still dusted with ash from the last detonation, one goggle lens cracked & a wild grin stretching across her face. Without so much as a glance for permission, she drops herself onto Vox’s desk; boots up, ash smudging the polished surface like a middle finger. “Boom went the building,” she purrs, inspecting a broken nail. “You know, you should really start paying me in something other than trauma & thermal burns,” // she gives no fucks, i'm afraid

Really? Right on his Lust Ring Rosewood? The television demon lets out an annoyed grunt, exasperated that this brat's shenanigans are the price he has to pay for convenient demolitions. He raps his claws against the surface of the desk a few times as he glares at the cyclops before responding in a huff. "Is this your way of asking for an allowance? Or just access to my liquor cabinet?"

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Original Cherri and my version for comparison. See my redesigns masterpost for more info and other designs.

I thought Cherri would be the hardest for me, and at first she was, but in the end I'm so happy and proud of this design. It's currently my favorite.

I hc that she died from an explosion. So in Hell her demon form is literally in pieces, hence all the stitches. Although I'm not sure how regeneration would work in that case lol. Maybe if a limb gets separated from the body for too long she does grow it back, but it falls off again and she has to sew it one idk.

Or maybe the limbs regenerate separately and she has to find them if they get lost during turf wars and such. Cause I like the idea that she can't find one of her legs and Pentious makes her a robotic one.

Also she has scarred skin from a burn. I'm starting to think the freckles don't work in that case? I might remove them in the final version.

Yeah I didn't do a proper drawing for the back of the jacket, oops. But the little doodle is basically the design I want, but I just need to fiddle with it.

One intresting thing i've noticed is that they don't show ears on humanoid demons even when they should logically be visible. Idk I find it kinda funny.

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watch me break and watch me burn

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As a Heavenborn guardian angel, Cherry wasn’t created through lineage; meaning she has no father, no mother & had no parental figures in her life, unless one counts Sera. That being said… who here wants to be her Mommy or Daddy? 😏️😏️ She's been a really naughty girl...

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❛ you look good like this. ❜ from Vox >:)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHE SAYS IT LIKE A WEAPON,ㅤlike everything else he does ( — smooth, sharp, meant to slice clean & devour her whole, ) & the words land in the air between them with that charged, electric buzz only the Overlord can summon. A subtle turn of her head over one shoulder, curiously glancing at him; she feels the vibration beneath ( wrongly soft, wrongly sweet… ) where there should be something more spiteful. Cyan talons clutch her hips, pressing in with just enough restraint to make the threat feel intimate. The polished surface of the desk bites into her bare breasts, cold & unforgiving against porcelain, freckled flesh; for Vox’s trouble, she presses her ass flush against his crotch. The room is low-lit, thrumming in that synthetic hush only machines can breathe; Cherry is framed in these lights, making her appear almost holy again. She permits herself the moment, tasting its edges; he’s excellent at this, flawlessly so [ his compliments are like a hook dressed as a bowtie, but she is never afraid of the bite, ] Each pant measured, her smile tilting just enough to betray the truth: she’s already bending the rules of the game around her fingers,

[ …Yes, even like this, buck-naked, vulnerable & tied to the television-man’s office, sweating like a bitch in heat… ] “Yeah?” Her voice is low, warm as smoke rising from stone ( soft & deliberate, ) “Well, I always look good, take note… But, I’ll admit it, your lighting does me favors,” Cherry isn’t here to play coy; no blush, no bashfulness, only heat pulsing beneath her bravado — a fire not meant for warmth, but for wounding. The silence settles between them like gunpowder, thick & ready, before: “But if you’re trying to butter me up…” she trails off, finally meeting his gaze fully with something unreadable in her eye, ( a challenge & invitation, ) “...you might wanna try a little harder. You’re slowing down on me, old man; getting tired already? Need to take a magic pill before you keep going?” & there she is, wrapped in confidence & powder-sweet danger; playing with flame & wondering if tonight’s the night it finally burns through the screen,

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Unlike a certain other angel I write, Cherry isn’t bound by Heaven’s standards — she never was. As previously stated, she wasn’t stationed long enough to absorb their sanctimony, & it sure as fuck didn’t follow her down into Hell. Her tastes are indulgent, unfiltered: she likes noise, sweat, glitter, & power exchanges she pretends aren’t emotional. She’s playful, reckless, & has no shame about taking the lead... or handing it over when it really counts. Softness catches her off-guard, but she never runs from it; she likes lipstick on collars, teeth on necks, praise she didn’t ask for, giving praise & being wanted like she’s something dangerous [ if you make her laugh mid-way through? That’s how you know she really likes you <3 ]

Cherry is proudly bisexual; unapologetically so! She loves men, women & everyone in between; drag queens with lashes for days, drag kings with swagger sharp enough to cut, muscle-bound jocks, soft-eyed butches, glitter-drenched femmes, high heels & calloused knuckles alike. She revels in variety; attraction is all about attitude, presence & that undeniable spark. She's also the ultimate switch; her kinks are pretty vanilla given that she's originally from Heaven, but she's always open to trying out anything once!

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Admittedly, I was originally aiming for more of a cotton-candy aesthetic ( with a splash of manic panic chaos thrown in ) for the blog, but honestly, the pink-lemonade, sakura-pastel grunge vibe suits Cherry just as well. It’s sweet with a sour tang, soft but ready to explode — exactly her energy,

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avril lavigne photographed by anthony cutjar (2002)