[ID: A series of screenshots from Hazbin Hotel juxtaposed with teeny tiny tumblr posts. Sorry Vic, lol.
Image 1: Valentino lounges in his private section of a nightclub, wearing zebra-stripe lapels and fishnet stockings. Iâm going to neglect to mention the fact that his cursed neck his visible and instead focus on the fact that thereâs a bug zapper in one corner and a security camera in another. Val leans over a particularly attractive woman, and purrs to her, with a tumblr post by f4g4um, âhey you kind of set off my prey drive. wanna get out of here? you firstâ.
Image 2: Angel Dust professorially holds up one index finger and closes his eyes; itâs not quite mansplaining, itâs significantly more generous than that. A post by geekysteven reads: âA common mistake people make when they go to a sex dungeon for the first time is using their healing items and mana up on the mini-sex boss and being left defenseless when they reach the main bossâ.
Image 3: Charlie passionately addresses the heavens with yet another stellar idea as she holds Cherri Bombâs hand: she physically could not be more frustrated by the situation, and Angel very much shares her distaste. A post by akashicrecord reads: âstarting a foundation that gives disadvantaged children one wild ass night at the clubâ.
Image 4: The Veesâ seminar room. The light is low and conspiratorial; Vox has left his chair and begun to brood in front of the frame; and has revealed that while all of the leather chairs lining the table have a cyan V on the back, Voxâs chair is the fanciest, and has an elaborate headrest to support his gamer-ass ego. Present, in some way or another, is Val, although heâs much more engaged with bedazzling Moneyshot than with either the conversation his partners are sharing or his cosmopolitan. A post by bathroomcube reads: âim bore. does anyone want to shoot each other until one of us hits something vitalâ.
Image 5: Sir Pentious, his confidence wavering but his smile still intact, lets his gaze flicker nervously off to the side as he shivers uncomfortably in the sex club from 106. A post by sapphling reads: âshe might be âyour girlâ but in a matter of minutes I could fumble her so catastrophically as to permanently secure a space in the hallowed halls of her memory. never forget thisâ.
Image 6: Back to Val cradling two women in his private booth; his expression is uncertain and a little concerned. A post by goatgirlballs, who has one of those fucking quote unquote âmature contentâ blurred icons, reads âwell if its for fucked up and horny reasons, then i guess its okayâŚâ
Image 7: Alastor curls his hand around Charlieâs face. She is deeply, deeply touched by this gesture, and it readily shows on her face; Alastor, bathed in the green and purple lights of his show magic, is visibly sinister, and appears to not mind showing Charlie that at least a proportion of his behaviour is deceptive. She believes him anyway. A post by toesuckingoctober reads: âthe worldâs first ethical gaslighter has told you all of your failures in life were actually false memoriesâ.
Image 8: Angel seeks respite in another club; his booth has either a protective spiderweb or a rope ladder on a pirate ship, and another bug zapper is still present in the background. Comfortably, he accepts the advances of a sawfish loan shark as he offers him a clearly spiked drink. A post by maykitz reads: âsure, iâll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. whatâs the worst that could happenâ. // End ID.]