#(Vox and Angel Dust - A-Hazbin-Spider)

[hazbingirliexoxo]

*On the phone*

Reader: I wanna do bad things to you~😏

Valentino: Oooo yeah? Like what, amorcito?~😈

Reader: Like break your FUCKING NECK and gouge your eyes out and RIP-

Valentino: 😶 *hangs up*

Angel: *recording in the background, dying of laughter*

[chaoticace2005]

[1ncarnad1n3]

! CLOSE UP/ IM SORRY abt the low quality x

ANGELLL! I'm planning on recreating this a lot better so this is just to post & show how he looks on my first attempt drawing him! :)

Love angel so much, he deserves so much better I'm glad hes more spoken on episode 4. Hopefully we see more character development on all of them next season and hope you like it :D

[fiendishfables]

Blog Fandoms + Rules [UPDATED]

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor (Platonic Only)

Angel Dust (Platonic Only)

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie

Lucifer Morningstar

Vox

Valentino

Velvette

Carmilla

Adam

Lute

Cherri Bomb

Spiderverse (ITSV + ATSV)

Miguel O'Hara

Miles Morales

The Prowler

Gwen Stacy

Spider Noir

Hobie Brown

Pavitir Prabhakar

The Spot

What I WON'T write:

Rape/Non-con

Specific race 'x readers' (ex: Black! reader / Hispanic! reader) (I want everybody to be able to access and intake my writing how they see fit; I love people of all backgrounds, but I refuse to separate writings for certain groups of people. We are all equal here)

What I WILL write:

x Reader (Male, Female, GN)

x OC (be as detailed as possible about your character if requesting; looks, personality, etc)

CC x CC

NSFW/Smut (18+)

Onshots

Blurbs

Head-cannons

Series' (specify if you would like your request possibly split into multiple parts; no guarantees but I will consider)

Abuse

Addiction

Self-harm

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Romance

Gore

Horror

NOTE: This is a temporary stand-in for an actual masterlist whilst I make one! These are the current fandoms I write for, keep in mind available characters and rules when requesting!

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!

[whipped-bean]

Hazbin Hotel redesigns that will make you prefer the originals pt. 1

i hate this show's designs and storytelling so much so i made them look better, feel free to request someone next i guess idk lmao.

slightly disturbing imagery below (???)

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also no i don't support the show's creator and i hate her guts, the only stuff I've seen from the show is clips from tiktok :P

these are NOT meant to be animator friendly, srsly, i know its a running joke amongst redesigns but pls don't be like 'omg these would be such a pain to animatteeee' bc thats THE WHOLE POINT >:(

info under the cut

For angel:

-arms, legs, and big ol abdomen are NOT retractable because that just felt like a cheap way to make him look less detailed and pisses me off because its just wasted potential :P

-less of a formal outfit because if he wore one it would be too stuffy and uncomfortable'

-'shorts' that are basically just a skirt due to his back legs

-curly hair because it looks nice on him

-very uncomfortable boots, they force him to walk tip-toed 24/7 because theyre form fitted and stiff

-wanted to play up the spider theme AS MUCH as possible, if it wasnt obvious lmao

-no lower jaw

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For Vox:

-I HATE HIM

-I HATE HIS STUPID SCREEN FACE SO MUCH ITS THE WORST IDEA EVER

-a more or less 'imposter' kind of theme, he doesnt look human or demon, but his death was too severe for him to keep his entire body once he was sent to hell

-pieced himself back together with his very minimun memories of his past life as a simple and sad old man working as an electrician, so the engineering wasnt very good at first

-he didnt look creepy enough to me so obviously i fixed that

-kept his hat though to piss people off i guess, also cause its funny to me idk

-rubber gloves and shoes, and random patches on his clothes are rubber to absorb shock while he works

[peachyhellaverse]

this is a fun trend (no one kill me for my opinions) also blank card under the cut, i added the orange/friends option bc my aroace spec ass needed it :)

[ilovecarmillia]

Angel Dust wallpaper 😍

[sw33t--t00th]

Yall like hazbin hotel?

Im not rlly into it but I respect the fans and know most characters

Tho MOST of the fans are kinda crazy, and I don't like the creator

I like husker and angel dust, they seem like great cuddle material

Also vox is kinda cool

And I like the design of valentino, but fuck his whole personality

[shootinwebs]

people in hell whom alastor sees in their human forms (and he knows their real names) because of how much he genuinely loves them:

-rosie

-mimzy

-niffty (she was like 5 feet tall - 152cm - as a human but i can't help but giggle imagining how the height difference when she and alastor hug would look to people who see her in sinner form if it was like... sims height mod glitches dhsjfjdjdj but they probably just see alastor hugging her in a normal way lol. real name: natalie)

-(charlie if she wasn't hellborn -- it's my headcanon btw and i don't care what you have to say about "bUt hE'S jUsT uSiNg hEr" how about i'm allowed to say whatever i want about made up characters dusjfjjsdh)

-angel (again with the height thing ahahahaha. real name: anthony "toni" avelletti.)

-vox (formerly -- they both saw each other in human form when they first met, in some sort of "love at first sight" type thing or whatever -- not necessarily in a romantic way for alastor, but they didn't know what it meant at first. also vox would hate to admit it but he still finds alastor extremely attractive in his sinner form lol. vox's real name: max volk.)

[oldvictorianking]

Another Hazbin hotel fanart :p Art © Old Victorian King

[midnight-raven]

What if we take this scene, from TASM 2

But it’s Vox vs Angel Dust?

[annachum]

Spider Rhapsody

There is a power in a family name, and a foolishness in isolation. It seemed the Tarantallas were destined to discover this bit of information for the rest of their days.

Even if this particular district didn't know Constanza by name, there was an air to her walk, and the way she held her brows that sent a clear message to back away. What it was about her face and her walk signified her message, they never quite knew. She didn't appear royal, but there was regality. Her expression wasn't disgusted, but there in her eyes glowed a power that she had seen the worst of the world and lived to tell the tale. So the sinners swept back from her path instinctively.

She exhaled a ribbon of pink smoke as she moved down the sidewalk. Her white boots paved her way, unmarked by the dirt and filth of the street. Her quick visit to Rosie's Emporium was a nice breath of air after the week inside.

The television sets droned around her, but she was accustomed to the endless praddle that tacky television overlord spewed every hour. She marches right by. Until she heard him say, "The Hotel."

There was only one 'hotel' that would warrant news. The one her youngest child lived.

"Things are taking a turn for the worse as lines are drawn all across Pentagram City!" Vox said far too brightly to signify any sort of true danger broiling in the alleys. "I'd say the forecast is 'stay indoors' as much as possible til the worst blows over."

She lowered her pearl rimmed sunglasses to peer suspiciously at the screen.

"You know what they say. Keep your loved ones close. We wouldn't want anyone in that hotel to be at a strategic disadvantage because someone was just walking down 69th Boulevard. Alone. Unguarded. Accidents happen." He leaned forward on an elbow as his voice took a low, charming lilt.

"Look around you. It could be anyone's Father. Sister. Brother." The screens flitted, until they rolled together into one image of his leering face, triple her height. " Or mother."

Constanza took a step back.

His grin spread. Synthetic teal lights gleamed from his teeth.

"Gotcha."

Her pulse thumped.

Look away.

She should just turn her head and leave.

Just like Angel warned her.

Never look him in the eye.

Never look him in the --

Her hands fell to her sides.

Her gaze went blank as the symbols and waves spun in her irises. Her dark painted lips parted in a daze.

Her heart beat slowed. Her head filled with a soft fuzz. Everything was fine. All her worries melted away.

And yet, not enough.

Her mind hissed at her to snap out of it. Don't let him get to you. Angel had carefully laid out what to do. Look away, cover your eyes. Her hands refused to move.

Vox must have sensed her resistance to his pull. She put up much more of a fight to his charm than the rabble of reporters.

"Relax, honey. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The voice calmed her, while it simultaneously lit a flame inside her pulse. 'Honey'? How dare he speak to her like this. After how he treated her family? Using a soothing, Mr. Rogers', gentle voice like she was a child. Her fingertips tingled. She burned to throw a web into his camera.

But his seal held her still.

"I promise to let you on your happy way, cross my heart, hon. You wanna tell me where your family is squatting? I know they're hiding somewhere."

At least not moving made it simple not to speak.

"Aw, nothing?" Vox drew a little heart along the camera screen with a glowing fingertip. "Y'know, I just got a special message from someone I'm sure you've heard of. He's a friend of mine. And a real special friend of your son's."

She knew the laugh before the face floated into her blurry vision. The eyes were lost behind the heart-shaped glasses. His smile was slick with red poison.

"Well, well, well. Aren't you as lovely as a ripe peach. Looove the lipstick, baby. If you ever tried to smile, you'd be the loveliest creature of ever laid eyes on. In fact, the last time I saw someone this delectable, I had him chained to my bedposts."

He blew out a cloud of crimson. It twirled into an elegant, wispy silhouette of her youngest child.

Her shoulders shook.

"Why don't you wait right there for us, Bellassima?"

To hear Valentino purr out a beautiful word her own husband had kissed against her shoulder made her brow knit, despite however hard Vox tried to hold her.

"We'll bring you right up to my penthouse. I'll phone up your pretty boy, let him know we're taking real nice care of you. And who knows? We'll see if my darling Angel inherited more than just your looks." His words trailed off in a low chuckle.

Vox rolled his eyes. "Geez Louis, Val. Right here in front of everyone?"

"You're such a prude," Valentino shoved him away.

Suddenly, quite suddenly, the world was a thundercloud of ruby smoke. Sparkles and gunpowder burst in a chaotic rush.

Constanza's head cleared. She shook off the hypnotic hold on her body. She stepped away, slapping herself back to her senses.

The smoke rolled away. The television screens flickered and blurred patterns of

broken rainbows.

Someone gripped her arm.

She yanked it free and whirled.

Oh. It wasn't one of the V's goons. It was Angel's wild friend, Cherri. Cherri with the raggedy hair, raggedy flair for style, and a raggedy smile across her freckled face.

"Better steer clear of any video screens, Connie!"

Constanza scowled. She disliked Cherri's love for nicknaming everything, but it was better than other words she could use. And she was grateful for the intervention.

Constanza pushed her sunglasses back up over her eyes.

"Did Anthony send you to watch me?"

"Nah! Just crossing by. Just be your lucky day, Connie! C'mon! Let's leg it!"

She made a swipe for Constanza's fingerless gloves. This time, Constanza let her.

Their flight was dangerous. The long skirts around her high boots were not meant for

running. But neither were the mismatched shoes Cherri had plucked from a power line. They tore through the crowd who hurriedly jumped out of their way.

--

Constanza drew her arms below her skirts to slide them aside. The rolls of chiffon slid across her bared arms. She sat atop the vanity seat.

She held a make up wipe to her eye. She lifted it away. It clouded about her eye, making her appear all the more exhausted.

She gazed fully upon her reflection.

The months dragged on within the depths of the Tarantella Manor. The decor, in all its  splendor, was a prison of it's own. The family had faced everything together. And yet, even as the war broiled out there, the only safe place for her was here in the heart of her home.

The door at the far end of the bedroom opened. She used the mirror to watch as her eldest son entered.

He crossed the ornant rug to her side. He tipped his head. Dark fluffs fell around his magenta eyes. "Papa's back."

"Alive, I'd wager," Constanza said.

Arakniss shrugged. "Mostly."

"Will you bring him up?"

Arakniss nodded.

He bent down. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She hardly moved. As he stepped away, she longed to put her hand atop his. But she felt empty.

She slid open the drawer of her dresser. She didn't need to look. Her hand slid within. She gripped the handle of a knife. Slowly, she drew it out into the light.

The door opened again.

Henroin stumbled into the room. A thick aroma of dried blood almost drowned the scent of gunpowder. He fell against a walking stick as he dragged himself across the threshold.

"Mi amore. We've done it!"

Her shoulders relaxed.

The breath she felt like she'd held for months finally left her chest. She rose and turned.

"Of course you did," she said briskly. She swept her hands over her dressing gown. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

She watched as he fell across the bed. He emitted a deep groan.

"You did have to go and get shot though."

His low laugh rumbled through the mattress. "I couldn't help myself. I needed you to fawn over me when I returned." He turned his head. His eyes locked on the knife in her slim, white hand.

"I hope that wasn't for me."

She switched it to her secondary right hand. "Not today, cara mia."

She marched across the room. She yanked his blood-splattered suit jacket from his

arms. The shirt followed. His dark, bristly fur matted in two places. One just shy of his scapula. The other deep into his waist.

"I noticed Salvatore was having trouble walking too."

Henroin grunted. "He practiced so long to make sure you wouldn't notice it was broken."

"You can never hide that from a mother," she said. She laid a cloth down beside them. She brought out the tweezers to remove the bullet.

The muscles twitched against the metal points. She continued her to fight the led cylinder out.

"Anthony isn't with you?"

Henrion shook his head. "He took a real working over. We had to leave him with Charlie. I'll bring you over. It'll do you good to walk around. You know they let Molly down to offer a hand?"

He hissed as Constanza pulled.

"Something about getting special healing gifts. I didn't understand all her prattle about it. But he'll be fine."

Constanza poured rubbing alcohol onto her handkerchief. She pressed it against the wound.

"You remember the day Cherri brought me back?" She asked. Her voice sounded distant.

Henroin sighed. "I owe her for that. You might have been stuck in that penthouse all this time. We would have just got to you out."

She watched the knots in his back grow tight at the thought.

Constanza lowered her gaze to the knife.

"I wish she wouldn't have stopped him."

Henroin lurched about. He moved too quick. He gripped the bed clothes and his teeth clenched. He regained his composure and stared at her face.

Her lip was tight. Her eyes, dry, tired, smudged with eyeliner. Her face was soft with white fur, fur that shone down to her open shoulders. The sweeps of the night clothes held her in loose webs of blushcolored chiffon.

"Don't you say that," Henroin said in a low growl.

"No one ever had gotten close to Valentino," she slid the knife from the leather sheath. The silver metal flashed in the lamp light. She held up the blade. She stared at her reflection. "He would have brought me inside. And I could have sliced his tongue out. And his lungs. And then his heart. And then--"

Henroin put his hands over hers. Slowly, he pushed her fists to the bed. He then moved his fingers to her face. He held her pale face with his dark palms.

"I would have loved to see you do it. But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he laid one parasite ridden finger on you."

Her lips pressed tight together. "Then how do I live with myself?"

Henroin watched as the tears rolled from her eyes to his thumbs. He pulled her close in a hug.

Her head rested against his shoulder.

"I know we could never protect them from the world. But did it have to go like this?"

He carefully moved, as not to strain the newly cleaned wounds, to wrap his arms tight around her. He fell back atop his mattress.

He held her as she fit perfectly against his body. They were bent, but not broken

Burned, but safe.

--

The edges of his vision grew less gray. He managed to force open his heavy lids.

Purple.

He relaxed.

Good.

His was in his room.

The lights strung around his bedposts and up around the canopy gave a gentle illumination, coupled with his meager collection of neon lights. He turned his head over his silken pillow cases.

His heart thumped.

Molly!

He rose, too quickly. He thumped back against his pillows, hissing. He set his teeth. (His teeth felt funny). His fluff of hair fell in a mess around his scratched cheeks. Careful this time of his recoverung wounds. He glanced down.

Just below his solar-plexius, a brace held him secure. Considering how bad of a beating he took, he should be a lot more turn up.

Gingerly, he pushed himself up to his elbows.

He reached out for Molly's arm.

She laid sprawled over her his Roman chair. Fat Nuggets snuggled on her lap. Her mouth was open as she breathed, showing the faint lines of a split lip.  His little pet's rapid, piglet breaths rushed in and out under Molly's fingerless glove. Angel's fingers brushed her exposed fur on her upper arm.

She jumped.

"Wassat? Who's there? Who--"

She stopped. Her smile squished her cheeks deep into her eyes. "Tony!" She leapt onto his bed. This dumped Fat Nuggets up with him on the blankets. She flung her slim around around his shoulders. "You're okay, you're okay, YOU'RE OKAY!"

"Easy, Mol! Yeah, I'm fine. Considering the crap I just crawled though, I feel great! Dunno how, though. Really t'ought I was dead back there." He shuffled the brace to one side. "Didn't Val shoot me with a--"

Molly stopped him. "Don't pull it off yet. It's got another twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?" Angel frowned at her. "Waaaait. You're tellin' me... you finally learned how to stitch a suture?"

"Oh, better than that. I fixed up the whole thing!" She folded her arms. "All recruits are taught basics in medical fields, from jammed fingers to broken femurs."

"Good t'ing I didn't have that."

"Aaand, I even fixed your tooth!"

"Y' what?"

"Wait til y' see it!" She hurried over to his dressing table.

Angel probed at his teeth with his tongue. His artificial fang did feel a little tender. But again, considering what he'd survived, this wasn't a shock.

Fat Nuggets bumped one of his arms. Angel rubbed his head. "Yeah, daddy's doing fine, Nugs."

Molly bounced back over to the beside. She held a hand mirror. "Okay, so, I'm gonna be honest and stuff. I'm not the best at this healing business and all. You might get a scar here or there, y'know?"

"It bette' not be some place important. I swear, sis, if I look like Frankenstein's monster--"

"Gosh, no. Nothing like that."

She shuffled in her seat. "So, your tooth was knocked out. And, I didn't think you'd want gold again,  like your lamp-headed old boss. And I didn't have rose gold, so..."

She handed him the mirror.

He lifted his lip.

His gum was a lot brighter where his golden fang used to shine. But instead of a bright gold, his new fang was a soft white gold. If he tipped his head, it would still catch the light and shimmer.

It's subtle, gentle, and rather beautiful.

Molly tugged at her fingers. "Is it... okay?"

"I kinda love it," he admitted. The shine went well with his pink markings. "Thanks, Mol."

"Away, don't mention it!"

Her phone chimed.

Molly lifted it from the table. She checked the notification.

"Looks like the whole kitten caboodle is here for ya!"

Angel fixed his hair back in place. "All of 'em?" He looked up, face glowing with hope. "Even Mom?"

"Yep! Even Mom!"

"Whatcha waitin' for? Send 'em up!" He scooted up the pillows to pull himself into a proper sitting position.

"Need help?"

"Nah, nah. Lay off. I got this--" he lurched with a jolt, flopping into her arms. " 'kay, maybe I don't got t'is. You ain't got an extra hand, do ya?"

Molly giggled. "Y'know it, Little Brother."

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Charlie opened the windowed doors of the hotel. Mr. Tarantella has to duck a bit to get through. Arakniss still stubbornly insists his leg is uninjured and walks on the sharp point without wobbling. Mrs. Tarantella holds tight to her husband's arms. Whether she's helping him, as his other hand weighs heavily of his ornate walking stick, or if she's unable to let herself part from him again is a mystery Charlie does not pry into.

She leads them up the double flight of carpeted stairs, and over the balcony to Angel's room.

She knows that this is a family matter, and leaves them with the room key.

The door opens.

Angel is mostly upright.

Fat Nuggets is flopped on one side with his tummy to the wall. Molly is in the chair. Angel throws his head back against his pillow as he laughs.

"Stop, stop! I can't laugh yet! It hurts!"

She hastily apologizes.

They hear the door.

Angel's face is ridden with anxious awareness as he sees his mother. He remembers to smile. "Hey Mom."

It's hard to admit, but there are times when people like Valentino are right. In this instance, maybe Val hadn't really meant it. But when Constanza Tarantella saw her son, alive, and grinning in a lopsided way...

As the smile lit up her face and rushed to hold her little boy in her arms, there was never a more beautiful lady in Hell.

*special credit to Hannah Latray on Instagram, who collaborated with me on this fic!

[velvet-vox]

In recent years I have really come to dislike writers that just do whatever they want with their work without thinking about the implications of their decisions or if their story would have been better because of it, like, I know you have come up with that certain aspect of your story that you really love and want to share with other people, but you really need to think about the rest of the story that justifies the existence of that aspect in the first place, because, and this is gonna sound shocking, but the thing you came up with (an action scene, a twist reveal, the impact of a moment) may not be as amazing as you thought it might be, thus it would be better if you just simply changed that one scene/decision instead of screwing up all the potential your story had if it took a different direction.

This is mostly about Tot and Liam Vickers, but I want to add Vivziepop to the conversation even if Hazbin Hotel had multiple writers on board, Viv could have simply decided to keep the story more grounded and made Valentino, who the Addict music video already built up as a threat to Angel, the main antagonist of the first season (also, when I say Valentino, I really think the other Vs should have been reserved for season 2 after being built up in the first season as the powerful polycule of Valentino that showed up only in a couple of scenes) and made the season about Charlie and Angel getting along and expanding their individual worldview through their interactions.

Spectacular Spider-Man is the best Spiderman show to ever exist despite never going beyond the street level crime stuff and ending with a cliffhanger, yet to this day is still widely celebrated and praised for his amazing 20 plus episodes of high quality television and Spider-Man content. It's a series that demonstrates that you don't need to go big to write an amazing story, you just need to know what you are doing and care about the individual elements; and I wish more writers (especially on the indie side) understood this.

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[ @a-hazbin-spider || Continued From Here ]

[ Vox ]

Damn, damn, and triple damn him. Anything he wanted, huh?

Vox's eyes dropped for a second, maybe so little as a split second, but he knew he was probably already caught. Valentino did more than warn him not to peruse the merchandise without his direct permission, but looking was supposed to be free. Something told him that this was going to be a rather costly affair.

He had to wonder how much money he could slide into Val's account before the moth started to get suspicious.

"Alright, alright. Just... Hold on a sec." Stepping around the door, he closed it behind himself. He didn't return for several minutes, and when he did, his screen was wet. Carefully, he opened the door and stepped out fully, holding the door behind him.

"Inside, Vark's in the kennel and I checked his emergency phone. Val's still at the Studio."

[p0ssyart]

part two for the last animation i posted <3

⬇️⬇️ demon form frames by themselves ⬇️⬇️

[the-one-who-killed-the-radio]

(CAR) or (COUCH)?

@a-hazbin-spider :3c

//Imma incorporate both but I'm gonna switch it up//

Another night another pointless party that VOX spent on his phone. He showed his face, right? He can be done? Good. Maybe he can slip out without notice. He made it to his car -- of course still on his phone-- though he hadn't expected to hear a second car door slam. He looks up only to find Angel had slipped in and he looked pissed-- guess he wanted to get away too.

VOX's Cheshire grin grows wider.

Well this just got more interesting.

He finds himself actually putting away his phone-- One thing led to another as shit usually does between VOX and Angel~ And what started as a simple conversation has since then evolved into the spider in his lap, VOX's hands on his hips and their taste on each other's lips in a repeated heated session of tongue kissing that lasted the whole ride back to the TV sin's lair...

Heated and breathless-- pieces of clothing are falling off here-- and being tugged on there and torn away over there-- ultimately leading to a plop on the couch and hands on each other all over--

Funny...the initial conversation was just talking about watching a movie tonight...guess they had a better scene playing in mind!