#hazbin oc

[sleeplessdreamer14]

When you really think about it, Charlie prioritizing sinners, these objectively horrible people, over her actual people, the natives of Hell who are struggling to make it in the Pride Ring, especially with human souls ending up in Hell and causing an overpopulation crisis requiring annual exterminations, is kinda fucked up. And the way she goes about her delusions adds insult to injury.

references from Adventure Time: Distant Lands, Obsidian

reblogs are appreciated, please do not repost, and remember to do your daily clicks

[jeannyjaykaydeh]

His cheeky little darling

Just a little animation sketch thingy whatever - but with deer ears.❣️

[inuxi]

Lucifer snuck into the annoying sinner's room. Who knows why.

[sunlit-mess]

Style

[samzikei]

Accidentally started a RadioApple fankid train over on twitter, so here's some drawings I did of my fankid Madeleine as well as a bunch of other people's fankids!

Madeleine (Mine)

Alfie @notherpuppet | Lucitor @shungakei | Molly + Sam @softcocoa | Liko @nekophy | Zach + Zeb @ munkeyyy | Rosemary + Azazel @levtuve | Pats @r0ttkins | Priya @ sol_1x1 | @alloplush | Hamish @ D00DLEIMP | Atlas @tesspy | Aamon @ snaz_HZ | @ kanmaru419 | @ aggy0802 | Jean + Auguste @shannoniganz-art | Aconitor + Violetor @rong-doodle | Amelia @moonstruckalexx | Theo @perseuus | Priscilla @ josephbaby20 | Fawni @simphony-da-kat

Also check out these spin off drawings by

shungakei 1 | 2 | funny vid

nekophy 1

levtuve 1

hopefully I didn't miss any...

[jib0]

again sketches and my sona. :ĺ

[magicalbunbun]

I draw this while listening to "Everyone adores you" by Matt Maltese...

I almost cry from looking at this..

Y/n is archangel gabriel, the oldest sister, she represents a dove. back then she was the one who rise the younger siblings witch is lucifer... the lore will be explained much more after I'm done with it

(this is not for mocking the real archangel gabriel or for jokes, I respect all religions)

[bananadramaaa]

Hello once more!

I hope I don't come across as pushy, but will you ever be finishing/posting these WIPS?

It's totally alright if not though! I was just curious :)

I hope you have a wonderful day! 💙💙

Hi! Thank you :3

I hope to finish some of them. Comic projects are mostly on pause for now; unfortunately, I don't have enough time for everything I've planned. Real life has no mercy/hj.

[emositecc]

Artfight stuff for my friends!!

[demidoodlefox]

My take on Archangel Michael. Was supposed to be a character sheet but some interactions snuck in there.

Designed him after one of the elder angel silhouettes and a certain blue-themed big bro character from a different fandom i'm in.

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[roadkill-raccoons]

We rocking with the hazbin hotel/helluva boss OC?

Idk shit bout the universe rn so all i got is that she owns a club.

She is a bunny demon or something like that, I like big women.

[rowyn-the-stargazing-deer]

*T is sitting outside the pharmacy rowyn works at, doing somthing on his phone. he's entirely zoned out*

@traveling-monster

"-and don't touch anything!"

*Rowyn lets the door close by itself and waves when they see Traveler*

Oh, hi again.

[inuxi]

I made myself a hellsona.

A drooling little gremlin who escaped from Alastor and glued themself to Lucifer. Bites. Generates stupid situations.

[sunlit-mess]

What is priya's sexuality?

[vyxenisl0st]

ׂ╰┈➤𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄

Alastor x reader

🀥 Summary: You despised the TV Demon—the sound of his voice, his face, and especially his incessant news channel. But what happens when he finally says something worth listening to?

🀥 Warnings: fem!reader, slight angst, vulgar language, threats

🀥Word count: 965

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

ﾟ･:,｡★＼(^-^)♪ありがと♪( ^-^)/★,｡･:･ﾟ

“What?!”

“Wife?”

“Your who?”

“Fuck me, smiley! You bagged that?”

“OMG!!”

The barrage of reactions barely registered as a blonde girl in a bright red suit jumped in front of you. Before you could process her manic energy, she grabbed your hand, shaking it aggressively.

“It’s so, so, so amazing to meet you!” she squealed, her words coming out in a rushed blur. “Alastor’s terrifyingly aggressive wife. I mean, wow. That’s… definitely not something any of us expected.” She let out an awkward laugh, glancing nervously at the Radio Demon. “But we’re happy to have you here, nonetheless. I’m Charlie Morningstar, the owner of this hotel.”

You blinked at her, your face contorting in disgust. This girl is nuts.

She finally let go of your hand and turned to Alastor, her bubbly expression shifting to something more accusatory. “Alastor, why didn’t you tell us you have a wife?”

You sneered, crossing your arms. “Don’t stress it, sweetheart. He just forgot he had one. Probably why he vanished for almost a decade without so much as a goodbye.”

Charlie’s shoulders dropped as her gaze darted between the two of you. “I can see you two need a moment.” She gestured for the others to leave the room, her voice quieter now.

“No need,” Alastor interjected smoothly, his tone unnervingly calm. “(Y/N) was just leaving.”

You turned on him, fury sparking in your eyes. “No, I wasn’t.”

Before you could say more, he grabbed your arm and led you toward the door. “Yes. You were.”

Yanking your arm free, you jabbed a finger into his chest, your voice rising. “You don’t get to kick me out or order me around. Not now, not ever. I’ll stay if I damn well feel like it.”

Alastor’s expression didn’t falter, but his voice dropped to a dangerous murmur as he leaned close to your ear. “Darling, you are making a scene.”

Over his shoulder, you caught the awkward stares of the other demons lingering in the doorway.

“Fuck you,” you spat, shoving past Alastor. The door slammed behind you as you left the hotel, your blood boiling with every step.

╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . ╰──╮

You prided yourself on being calm and collected. But now? Now, you were raging.

“That filthy, insolent bastard!” you snarled, pacing the room like a caged animal. Each step felt heavier, your thoughts swirling in a tempest of anger and humiliation. “He thinks he can embarrass me like this? Over and over again?”

You stopped, staring blankly at your reflection in the cracked mirror. The sound of your own scoff filled the room, bitter and hollow. “Rehabilitation for sinners. That’s a good one. Amazing! The best place for that fucker!” You let out a sharp, manic laugh, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Redemption my ass. Not even God Himself could redeem his soul.”

Your hands trembled as you ran your fingers through your disheveled hair, tugging hard enough to sting. The tears came without warning, welling up in your eyes and blurring your vision. But you blinked them away quickly, biting down on the lump in your throat. Weakness was not an option—not now, not ever.

“He’s not worth this,” you muttered under your breath, though the ache in your chest told you otherwise. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, as if the physical pain could somehow drown out the fury burning inside you.

Shards of glass littered the floor, glittering like cursed jewels in the dim light. The bed was nothing more than a heap of splintered wood and shredded fabric. The walls bore fresh scars—jagged holes punched through them in fits of fury. And yet, none of it made you feel better.

Alyssa cautiously approached, her hooves clicked softly against the floor, and her hands gripped her clipboard like a lifeline.

“M-my lady?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is there anything I can do for you? A glass of wine? Maybe we can visit the spa while your room is cleaned?”

You turned to her, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel. Alyssa froze, her eyes wide, and quickly took a step back. You would never hurt her—or any of your people—but the tension in the air was suffocating.

“The only thing that can calm me down right now,” you growled, pointing to the pile of rubble that used to be your bed, “is Alastor’s impaled head hanging over that bed frame.”

Alyssa swallowed hard and nodded, choosing not to push further.

You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to take a deep breath. Anger wasn’t natural for you—not like this. You hated losing control, hated the destruction it left behind. With a snap of your fingers, the room repaired itself in an instant. The glass shards disappeared, the walls smoothed over, and the bed returned to its pristine state.

For a brief moment, everything looked perfect again. But it didn’t feel that way.

Your gaze fell to your hand, where your wedding band gleamed faintly. The ring gleamed in the dim light, mocking you. You clenched your fists, trying to shove the memories down where they belonged—but they refused to stay buried. The sight of it sent another surge of anger through you. With a growl, you yanked it off and hurled it across the room.

The walls felt too close, the air too thick. Staying here wasn’t an option. You needed to leave before the anger swallowed you whole. And there was only one place you could think of to go.

Straightening your back, you took a deep breath. “I’m going out,” you said, your voice calm but still simmering with anger.

Alyssa blinked, her expression shifting from fear to concern. “Again?” she asked hesitantly.

You nodded, already heading for the door. “I’m going to see a friend.”

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Author’s note: I’m thinking of making a taglist for this series and other fics I’ll write in the future. Let me know if you want to be in it.