#Helluva Boss Custom

[caelichii]

Custom Commission #02

Another custom commission from another site! They wanted an impsona design for their friend as a gift, so the design was based on their friend's photos.

[commruirui]

Customs commissions I did

Contact me if interested

[likestoast]

Handsewn millie doll

[drama-glob]

My friend was so amazingly cool and got me this Ozzie and Fizz pin plus gorgeous iridescent stickers as a present! ^_^ <3<3<3 The tag said it came from The Twisted Celtic on Etsy, so I’ve got to mention where they came from. I absolutely love it to say the least. ^_^ <3<3<3  The tag even says “House of Asmodeus” and “In desire we trust.” :) ;)

@pastaprincess and @gimme-a-thrust here’s what I was talking about. :)

[n0rara]

Recently watched Helluva Boss (very lateeee) and i love it! Got inspired to make my own Stolas doll ovo was some time i wanted to challenge myself with making a doll with lot of body mod, i have many thinking about how to make the rest of the cast.

[emojiburst]

Helluva Boss- Season 2 is out now. I don't have words for how much I love this show, so I worked extra hard on these!

[inkthatmandrake]

Got a new hyperfixatation so heres home helluva boss inspired hoodie designs.

Feel free to use if you want to create your own or commission someone for one!

[wizards4for20]

Nerd solidarity is mutual crying inside when a customer who complimented my Moxxie pin asked if I’d seen the newest episode

[crisp-art]

I FINALLY GOT BACK INTO MY ACCT AHAHAH

sorry if i havent responded to anyone on here i literally could not log in bc tumblr sucks.

I havent posted in so longggg so heres some of my plush work since the Crymini plush!

In order: Anthro Oc Jade, Bon Bon from ACNH, Loona(customized with two outfits), Krystal from Star Fox and Sally Face!

[prettyputrified]

If you can't buy I'd appreciate shares! I not only have plenty of open adopts on my adopt account but customs:

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Point Customs OPEN

Steven Universe Point Customs OPEN

My Little Pony Point Customs OPEN

and Coms!

Commission Sheet OPEN

[candyrumm]

After months of not working on this project: A in progress custom Hazbin Hotel Angel Dust doll/action-figure. With Angel’s many expressive facial expressions, I had a hard time choosing. …he looks happy, though in this photo, at this angle, kinda suggesting, endearing?  The hair, the fluff, um after my leaving my initial doll alone for months, upon coming back to it I found that the glue i had used for the fluff had yellowed. And is quite noticeable, I already didn’t like how shaggy the fluff looked so just started over. Here, i had only added fluff to the chest and head. Haven’t cut it yet cause im not sure how to style the hair so that it looks right, and by “right” i mean look like Angel. Haven’t painted the middle set if arms, usually those aren’t present, so i can brother with those another time.

What do u think of this creation? I know the lighting isn’t amazing. Did I mention that the boots are removable?

The figure ain’t perfect.

[echomonster]

[likestoast]

Handsewn stolas plush.

[n0rara]

Almost done! Missing the tail and some clothes o3o

[pocket-gems]

Some more Helluva customs for anon

[write-helluva-messy-boss]

this came to my head recently:

Fizzarolli as a disgruntled cashier

Some Karen pisses him off. Not difficult to do since he's already in a job he hates. But of course he's the most sarcastic asshole you'll ever meet if you annoy him at his horrible job.

She's been hounding and nagging at him since she got here. Wouldn't leave him alone, expected him to do everything she wanted. She even called him a freeloader. Hell didn't offer bonuses, but they should have with customers like these.

And now, she was pissed he was her cashier. And that he wasn't going fast enough. It wasn't his fault she decided to get three-million things, all of which apparently were beneath her standards anyway.

And then, she said it. Annoyance on her face, looking at his arms. "They really will hire any crippled retard off the street now, won't they? Can you even hear me? I've got places to be and I don't want to smell like knock-off perfume."

He stares her dead in the face, eyes narrow. He's tired. It's right before close. Her ridiculously huge order is clogging up the conveyer, and of course, the line behind her is a mile long.

In one swift motion, Fizz extends his arm. It wraps completely around her pile of groceries. He slides it all in one big heap, over the scanner and into the bagging area. His machine beeps once, satisfied. All her groceries overflow from one plastic bag and tumble all over the floor, fruits rolling, bottles colliding with each other, boxes denting, meats and cheeses splatting.

The woman is so flabbergasted she can't even speak. Fizz shrugs.

"Oops."

Then his eyes return to the charge screen. "Six-hundred fourteen (614) dollars and eighty-two (82) cents."

Fizz's banal declaration seems to snap her out of her silence, but her voice is still hoarse, her mind blankly processing the mess rolling at her feet.

"That's not what it—"

Fizz talks over her, his teeth starting to bare. "Eight-hundred ninety eight (898) dollars and thirty-five (35) cents."

"You can't just make—"

"A thousand (1000) fucking dollars!"

By now, the checkout lane manager has heard the commotion. He's coming over. The woman is getting red in the face, almost hysterical.

"You're—!" She starts screaming profanities at him. Countless slurs.

"Twenty (20) grand!" Fizz snaps over her. "A hundred (100) grand!" Oh, he could play this game all day. His manager is trying to talk over him, pull him away, get between them. It's not fazing anybody.

"How about a million fucking dollars, you cunt?" he asks, clawing into the keyboard.

Everyone in the vicinity gasps, and the woman shrieks in anger. Fizz's arms launch to the computer where he keymashes numbers. By now, several employees have been enlisted to drag Fizzarolli away from the counter. He continues pounding on the keyboard, even as they yank at his arms. He's overextending them just to stay put.

"A trillion bucks for groceries, you whore! See how you like that shit, huh? You gonna pay for it? Pay for my disability? Keep up my useless citizen pity pay?"

She starts whacking his computer with her purse, aiming for his hands, his face, anywhere. And he, of course, starts clawing at her back, until the tug of war finally breaks him away. The manager and crowd of employees (and now bystanders) drags him away. Applause and cheering erupts from the crowd.

"Shut the fuck up, you pompous fucking cowards," Fizz bellows at them, dragged by his feet, face down across the laminate flooring of the grocer, still clenching fistfuls of fabric and electronics. One of them throws money at him. A perfectly wadded twenty-dollar bill lands in front of his face on the white, stained floor, and he watches it retreat away from him as the crowd pulls him back into a swinging door. Only then does he realize that maybe some of them were on his side.

They toss him on the ground behind a chain link fence in the stock room. The manager appears, panting, eyebrows furrowed.

"You're fired," he declares angrily before leaving once again, likely to go back to comforting that arrogant bitch. The crowd disperses, some customers spitting at Fizz's feet.

Fizz sits up, his body hurting. The world is slowing down finally, and feeling is rushing back into his core. His shoulders and ribs ache. He looks down into his hands.

Part of the keyboard is in one hand, keys falling off their spots as he releases his grip. In the other hand, there's ripped pleather. And a wallet.

He opens it up.

Credit cards. Cash. Tons of cash. The ID card matches that damn Karen.

There's his bonus.