Iâve been wanting to draw @modtime âs beautiful Roxane for the longest!Â
I canât color very well, but I hope she looks okay in my art style!! =)Â
I love seeing the comics of this lovely mongoose and Sir Pentious! X3Â
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Iâve been wanting to draw @modtime âs beautiful Roxane for the longest!Â
I canât color very well, but I hope she looks okay in my art style!! =)Â
I love seeing the comics of this lovely mongoose and Sir Pentious! X3Â

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A little fast doodle about an Thrax interaction with Roxanne.
Should i ship them ? They look a dynamic couple.đ€
Roxanne from @modtime
Thrax is the great villain from the movie "Osmosis Jones"
The Snake, The Bombs, and the Mongoose
A Hazbin Hotel story, about Sir Pentious, his Egg Bois, and the night they met @modtimeâs OC, Roxane.Â
Stream Doodles with @thefrenchracoonsblog Themes : Gravity Falls, Wander Over Yonder, Hazbin Hotel...
It started normal and fine but it quickly went downhill. Thankâs to my followers for watching and staying ! This stream was soooo funny xD
A gift for @modtime, who gave me the OK to draw her Hazbin Hotel OC with @vivziepopâs Sir Pentious.Â
 The attached story is under the cut.Â
 Sir Pentious was quite proud of his efficiency.Â
 While the rest of the chaotic, crumbling world outside warred against exterminators and other harmful beings, the gold and dark gray cobra stayed in his matching home, away from the conflict. His minions, a collection of Egg Bois, with broken cracks for their mouths and eye sockets, watched as he carefully positioned a table setting, then again, and finally a third time. His long pink claws tried to be as careful as possible as he set down plates, a wine bottle, and pushed in two chairs. He looked at himself in a nearby mirror, and for the first time in so long, pondered if he looked good enough. He was a long slithering serpent, with wide gold and dark gray hood and a matching tail,  making sliding sound as he moved. On his head, he wore a wide brimmed hat, with an eye that blinked and matched every reaction and emotion Sir Pentious felt. Like the eye on his hat, his two eyes on his face, the four on his hood, and the eyes on his gold and dark gray tail were a coral-esque salmon pink. Each eye on his body knew the serpent well, and heeded his every word and action; always listening, always watching. His look was completed with a dark gray suit jacket, lined with gold. One pink eye sat between the flaps of his jacket, just below his black and yellow bow tie, which he fluffed up with his dark gray and pink clawed hands, for good measure. Â
 A year ago, the snake never wouldâve guessed that heâd be organizing a dinner for two in his home in the red, hellish afterlife he was stuck in; at least for now. As he smoothed out the table cloth, he thought back to certain rumors heâd been hearing, of a rehabilitation center that would specialize in redeeming his fellow citizens, allowing them to move on into the heavenly places whereâŠhow did that old prayer go againâŠah, yes, âthe Father who art in Heaven,â was. Though he doubted the rumors, apparently, their oh-so fearless leaderâs little Princess, was scheduled to make an appearance in a few days on the local news station, hosted by the infamous Katie Killjoy, to propose one of her bright ideas. Perhaps the rumors were true?   Whatever the case, Sir Pentious didnât normally dwell on gossip. His villainous mind was often far too occupied over his own agendas. If only this world wasnât so crowded with enemy monsters out of their own respective leagues, than maybe he wouldnât have to try to take it for his own, and reformat it to his standards. Nevertheless, if he and his guest absolutely had to be here for the unreconciled mistakes theyâd made on Earth, he had deciphered a long time ago that he could at least, do something about it.  For the longest time, it was only himself and the Egg Bois, all trying very hard to take over everything from their âLeader,â and his Queen, Lillith. Uncivilized chaos, destruction, and territorial battles had made for a dimension that was unpleasant already. Oh how Sir Pentious longed for his days on Earth; his notoriety for his technical skills, gents holding open doors for ladies, modest fashions, and pleasant conversations in good company. He couldnât find it here in this existence heâd been living in since his death in 1888. Even some of the fellow souls who lived similar lives and through this similar culture had given up on it a long time ago. It certainly didnât help that exterminators with blinking masks and impressive weapons would make their annual rounds soon, taking away those too careless to hide well. They werenât like Sir Pentious, clever cobra that he was, working tirelessly to gain influence and show others how he could deal with foes, both faceless and otherwise, very quickly. He could certainly understand why it was that with each passing year, more denizens were lost to their acts of violence. One would have to be a fool not to see the overcrowded sidewalks, the overflowing bars and clubs, and rival gangs demanding land, lest he and the bois be blown up to smithereens.  It made Sir Pentious think of his guest. He had offered to escort her, since their meeting tonight was one of great importance and he would prefer she didnât get harrassed or even assaulted along the way. However, she declined, insisting that she was quick on her feet, and therefore, didnât need one. Sir Pentious may have been a scoundrel, but he was first and foremost, a gentleman. He would not force himself upon her. He did tell her though, that heâd be ready to receive her at 6:00 PM sharp. The Egg Bois figured that he mustâve been extra eager to see her, considering his careful organization of every utensil and artifact in his home.    âUh, Sir Pentious?â one of them asked.  âWhat is it?â the cobra asked, too focused to even look at them.  âWell, uh, the bois and I were wonderingâŠwe donât have to stay, do we?â  "Yeah! She always gives us those funny looks when she shows up.â  "I donât want to get eaten!â Another squeaked. They crowded around their Boss, giving him wide golden eyes, and pleading smiles. âPlease, Sir Pentious, can we go now?â they asked, as Sir Pentiousâs muscles tensed up at this sudden invasion of space. âYes, yes, go! Itâd be better if you left now anyway. In fact-â He couldnât believe he was doing this, but anything to keep the Bois occupied. â-here. Amuse yourselves for a little while. Try not to die while youâre out,â he ordered, giving them several credits in the form of monetary bills.  âYAY! Thanks, Boss, youâre the best!â the Egg Bois cheered. They all scattered out the back door, closing it behind them. The cobra was glad to be rid of them for now.  He spent the last few minutes to six, flossing his venomous fangs, silently thinking. He was certainly being a careful cobra, he thought, wasnât he? A nice dinner, a phonograph playing music, a bottle of wine, he doubted that the typical villain would require so much for just a meeting with an assistant. After all, he reasoned to himself, this was merely an individual heâd known for a little while, who would thieve for him every now and then. She was a business partner, in a sense; not quite a minion like the Egg Bois. She was too smart and loved eggs too much to be that. But she was resourceful, intelligent, and, at times, had a general attitude about her that kept him from either getting bored with her, or so annoyed that heâd much rather chuck her out of a window. Her sassy mouth was proof of that. He dealt with her begrudgingly at first, but now, his resentment had all but faded. Besides, he loved a challenge.  He shook his head. âDonât be silly, old boy. It isâŠproper for a respectable host to look spick and span in good company. One does not present anything less than his best at these sort of get togethers, you knowâ he said to himself. The eye in his hat looked down at him, and lifted its eyebrow, reluctant to believe him. âDonât look at me like that,â Sir Pentious grumbled at it. The eye didnât blink. In fact, all of them looked at Sir Pentious in the mirror, silently questioning his motives. If she was merely an assistant, why did he bother with accoutrements and the flossing of teeth? What Boss would tolerate an attitude outside of âYes, sirâ, and âNo, sirâ? How could he get so annoyed at the bois for making a careless mistake, but then see her make one and simply roll his eyes and smirk at her with harmless ridicule?  The ring of his door bell snapped him out of these thoughts. He took a breath, gave his eyes a warning look, and slithered to the front door with his back straightened. He dabbed his pointer fingers with his tongue and smoothed his thin, black eyebrows, and sprayed some breath freshener into his mouth, before hiding the spray in an inner pocket and opening the door.  Â
 âHey, you,â a feminine voice said.Â
 Sir Pentious opened the door to find a tall, slender mongoose with a black nose, and thin, light tan fur. Her limbs and forehead gradually became a light brown color and her bloodshot eyes held red pupils. Her black leather jacket complemented her red slightly worn dress and pink shoes. Her light brown hair was long and layered with shades of tan and dark browns, brushing down her back and, for the most part, tied near the end with hair ties. Sir Pentious opened the door even wider and allowed her inside. âRoxane, come in, come in,â he said, following her steps.  Roxane gave off a calm, collected vibe as she stepped into the foyer of his home. Though sheâd been here plenty of times before, she still liked looking at the paintings, the gold colors coexisting with the reds and dark grays, and little collected treasures from his years of ambitious villainy. âGlad to see you in one piece as usual. Iâd gottenâŠconcerned,â the cobra replied. Roxane glanced at his little pause, but smiled all the same.  âAh, you know me. Iâm not one to get caught so easily.â  âErgo, why I keep hiring you,â he replied cordially.  âOf course,â she returned. âOh, before I forget. Iâve got those gears for you, courtesy of Lilithâs Clockworks off Ba'al Boulevard, if you know what I mean,â she said with an air of mischief. She pulled out a collection gears from her purse, all of them situated in a convenient plastic bag.  âAh, perfect!,â Sir Pentious replied, taking it from her. Even his hat had to grin at the sight of them. âNow, I can fix my levers in the workroom! Once theyâre fixed, I can use them to keep an eye on that Princess of ours.â  âPrincess Charlie, you mean? I hear sheâll be on TV later this week,â Roxane replied.  âShe will be. Her and her bright ideas, just like her father.â Both of them cringed at the very thought of him.  âAt least, sheâs a nice girl,â Roxane pointed out.  âMaybe soâŠâ    Sir Pentious led her through the foyer and into the remainder of the first floor of his home. Roxane seemed to carefully look around, as if trying to detect something. Her smile was very telling. âIf youâre looking for my bois, theyâre not here. Iâve given them the night off.â  âAww, thatâs a shame. I was hoping on having one or two for dinner,â she said, chuckling.  âRoxane, for the last time, youâre not eating my minions. I need them, remember?â  âOh, Sir Pentious, just one? I promise it wonât be your favorite,â she proposed.  âHa! Silly woman, I donât have favorites,â he replied haughtily.  âHmm, you should, silly cobra. Thereâs got to be at least one egg youâd-â
 They happened upon the dining room, in which Roxane quickly noticed that it was prepared with a nice dinner and wine. Her lips parted, truthfully taken aback by this. âWhatâs all this?â  Sir Pentious quickly studied her reaction. She wasnât offended; certainly not disappointed or angry. Roxane was justâŠsurprised. This gave him hope. âOh, just a little something I wanted to throw together, since Iâve been meaning to have this meeting with you for awhile. Iâm a little old fashioned. I donât like my guests going without, and we have much to discuss anyway,â he replied a nonchalant smile.  Roxane watched him with an inquisitive face. âGoing without, huh?â she thought to herself. Sir Pentious pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit down. The mongoose smiled in return, still pondering over his efforts. Sir Pentious put his hat on a hat rack and sat down alongside her. It pouted over not getting a good view of wherever this might go, but a seat in the dining room itself was better than nothing it all, it thought. Sir Pentiousâs hood relaxed itself, gracing his shoulders like long hair. Like it, dinner was peaceful and quiet. Compliments were exchanged back and forth over the food, the music, and Roxaneâs red dress. The cobraâs multiple eyes frequently glanced back and forth from her to him, silently curious. The serpent delicately poured them both a glass of wine, and though he focused on his glass when he shook and sniffed it, he was fully aware of her watching him, and following his lead. Roxane observed him as he tasted his share, and thought over her surroundings. Amidst the eating, casual banter and laughing, she took them in and smiled as she watched him discuss something ridiculous that the Egg Bois had done the other day.   Â
 This didnât feel like any official meeting, she thought. The effort this cobra put into making sure everything tasted just right and appeared perfectly made it so that nothing was out of place. He spoke a little, and she spoke a little, as if this were some sort of date, butâŠno it canât be. This was a business partner, a commissioner who paid her from time to time for her thieving skills. By all accounts, this should be unfair, in a way. He surprised her on purpose! He only said, 'donât get in trouble along the wayâ. He didnât mention good food and drink. âWhatâs next?â she wondered. âDancing, a horror movie, kissy faces on the couch?â And yet, as she sat there, laughing over the punchline of Sir Pentiousâs story, she realized that this wasnâtâŠawful perseâ. It was unexpected sure, butâŠnot too out of left field. Sir Pentious was normally very tolerant of her. He had to be fond of her, at least, if he was willing to respond to her sassy remarks with an equal amount of sass. It certainly didnât hurt that he would grace her with an approving smile every now and then whenever she performed the jobs heâd ask of her. And who could forget the occasional blush whenever theyâd find themselves in tight spots during their criminal escapades? Somehow, these instances, however brief, seemed to have brought them here to this moment. They didnât have to worry about second deaths, destruction, and incautious neighbors. They could just be themselves, if only for for a little while.   The mongoose couldnât have been mad, even if she tried.  "Now, Roxane-â Sir Pentious began after a pleasant laugh.   "Yes?â   âI wanted to discuss something with you,â he announced.   âAh, we finally get to that 'very important proposalâ, you mentioned last week,â she teased.   âOh, you laugh now, but when you hear the end of it, I think youâll want to participate.â His smirk was long and curled, teasing her in return. Roxane shrugged. âFair enough, shoot.â  Sir Pentiousâs hat grinned in anticipation. All eyes, both his and Roxaneâs fell on him. He loved it.  "It seems like with each passing year, more of us are destroyed by those metal demons and their blinking lights. While I understand that theyâre trying to reduce our population because of how cramped weâve become, it has proven to become inconvenient for far more careful creatures like us, not just those too reckless to avoid them quickly and quietly like we can. What that tells me is that weâre not like everybody else. Even the Egg Bois arenât completely hopeless. They try as hard as they can.â  Roxane nodded. "Remember the night we met?â he asked her.  âOf course! The bois started disappearing one by one behind your back, and the confusion on your face wasâŠâ she pondered for a moment. ââŠadorable,â she flirted. Sir Pentious blushed a deep pink.  âI wasnât confused! I was merely surprised. You were just stealing my minions left and right like children in a candy store!â  âAw, but I was hungry. It had been a long day, pickpocketing, getting my tail wound stitched up. I was a busy mongoose, Mr. Cobra!â Roxane replied, with a chuckle. âHmpf! Youâre lucky I was impressed by your loot. Otherwise, I wouldnât have thought twice of you,â Sir Pentious replied, in a matter-of-fact tone. âAh, Iâm sure you would have. You thought I was pretty,â she defended, fluttering her lashes.  Sir Pentiousâs hands tensed up. His next blush told her everything she wanted to hear. The snake cleared his throat.  âYes, wellâŠwhen I first commissioned you for some heists, I was apprehensive. Whenever I take a risk, I like to try and make sure I know what I-and in this case-what you were doing. When you came back with footage of that Killjoy womanâs videos, about that bloody Angel Dust at the time, I wasâŠappreciative.â  Roxane sat up, taken aback by that final word.  âI had hoped you would be helpful, and you were. It was a bonus that you were quick witted and amusing, so those deals we made were anything but boring, in my opinion.â Sir Pentious sat up himself, and smiled. âAnd that is why I have a new deal to make with you.â  âYou made dinner and poured wine just to commission me for another theft?â she asked.  Â
 Sir Pentious chuckled. âNo.â
 Roxaneâs eyebrows arched up. âIn approximately a week from now, Princess Charlotte intends to propose some new solutions to the population issues we have been trapped in lately. Knowing her and her overly cheerful optimism, itâs bound to be something 'nice and pleasantâ, but flawed. If we like what we hear, perhaps we could use it to our advantage. If I am truly serious in my desire to run this kingdom the way it ought to be, it is clear that I mustnât do it alone. I must have a full time partner. Someone I can trust with my secrets; someone loyal, and worthy of such risky conversationsâŠsomeone like you.â  The mongoose was silent.  "And when-not if, but when-we succeed, I will be happy to let you in on all theâŠhmmâŠperks, if you will.â Roxane leaned forward, listening in. "What are you saying?â she asked.  âTaking over a kingdom is no easy task. I doubt even the Egg Bois are enough at times. But if you joined me indefinitely, we can become so much more than we are now, reaping all of the long term benefits. We can run this whole dimension together; become impenetrable to those annual assassins. We can put our heads together, and make an imperfect world, finally perfect, for our sakes anyway.â  Roxane hummed and glanced away for a moment. Their close proximity to each other, the passion in his hissing voice, his ability to elaborate in a clear way, it all made her wonder⊠  "YouâŠyou didnât organize this dinner, just to hire me full time, did you?â she asked plainly. Sir Pentious arched his eyebrows. She placed a delicate hand on his, feeling his slick skin. Now both of them were flushing red in the face. "Sir PentiousâŠwhat are we doing?â    This time, he was the silent one.   âWeâve been dancing around each other for too long. I know you want to be in charge. Iâve seen your work. Youâre a brilliant guy.â He smiled a little at that comment. âAndâŠyou want me too, donât you?â  Silence filled the room. His hat watched on with an eye as wide as a dinner plate. Even the eyes on his tail were open and alarmed. He smiled at her, albeit slyly. âYou know me so well,â he admitted.    âAh, so the Sir Pentious himself does have a favorite,â she said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and cupped her cheek, feeling an instinct in him he hadnât known in so long. He didnât act on it however. Instead, his finger traced her cheek as he got up and kept his eyes on her until he slithered to a cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a wooden box. He opened it, and revealed a gold tiara with pink and red gems in it. âI found this on a heist the Egg Bois and I conducted decades ago. Though lovely, I never thought it would be purposefulâŠuntil now, anyway.â She got up to get a good look at it. âFigures youâd have a pretty keepsake like that,â she said, pointing at it. He genuinely smiled at her. âYesâŠand it can be yours, if you agree to my proposition.â âWhat, am I going to be your Queen or something?â  "WellâŠif youâd like to be,â he replied. Roxane scanned the artifact and shrugged with a casual smirk. "Sir Pentious, Iâm not Queen material.â  Sir Pentious clutched it in his hand, eyeing it intently. âBut, I do appreciate an ambitious fella when I see one,â she replied, taking the tiara and putting it back in the box for him. âKeep it for now. Letâs work on getting this kingdom under control, shall we?â she asked. He reached from behind her unexpectedly, and placed his hands on her shoulders. âWe shallâŠâ His voice was low and clear, seductive yet satisfying. Roxane felt very warm at his touch. The building up of feelings and thoughts unexplored welled up inside her. She turned around, and there they were, chest to chest. Truthfully, she wasnât sure what the future held. But for this moment, she erased her doubts and her worries from her mind. All she wanted was this; to see him, to feel him, to enjoy his presence and serpentine voice.  Her hands clutched his, in hopes that she could lean in. Before their heads could collide, however, a new song played on Sir Pentiousâs record player. The soothing guitar made Roxane twitch. âI thought you didnât like contemporary music.â  âMore often than not, no, but you do,â he explained. Roxaneâs heart swelled and fluttered. She giggled a little. âWell, who am I to ignore a nice song?â  Sir Pentious took his hat and led her out of the dining room, taking her to an open space not too far away from it. He was careful to maneuver his clawed fingers into her hand, while placing his other on the small of her back. âI didnât know snakes could dance,â she said, in a joshing tone. He grinned at her. âThere are plenty of things you donât know about us, my dear mongoose.â He led her in the swaying of their motions, within the rhythm of the music. Sir Pentiousâs facial expression was calm and content, and quite frankly, Roxane liked it. The two were silent for awhile, as he twirled her regularly, beaming as her long hair brushed his skin. His hat grinned in amusement and every eye on his form watched invested as their owner felt a sense of joy that had been foreign to him up until now. Their heartbeats increased the further on they danced, and though it left them shaking, neither protested.   As the seconds progressed, they could feel themselves getting physically closer. Their eyes never left each otherâs, enveloping them both in a kind of fearlessness that tore down any remaining doubts. All those times they annoyed each other, all the teasing, laughing at the otherâs habits and hijinks, even just this evening alone together, it all made sense now. When the other was in the room, their troubles vanished, and the disorder and confusion of the outside world were like memories from the distant past. She, a homeless thief, and he, a misfit in a world that often ignored him, felt important and wanted when they looked at each other.     Roxane rested her cheek on his shoulder, giving her a strong feeling of security. Her skin against his gave him, in turn, a sense of belonging. Someone he wanted, wanted him back, and it was a relief beyond description.  âSir Pentious?â   âRoxane?â   âHave youâŠever danced like this before?â   âNoâŠno, not like this. You?â   âCanât say I haveâŠhow do you feel?â  âPerfect.â   âYou really mean that, or are you just making me feel good?â   âCanât I do both?â he asked, poking fun at her. She chuckled.   âDamn, you caught the loophole."Â
  He gently took his shoulder from her and stood Roxane up straight and tall. They bore into each otherâs eyes, before he leaned forward. Their heartbeats pumped at the same time, as she was tilted back. She released a tiny gasp as his hand clutched her arm on the way down. She couldnât help but smirk at his warm touch. The snake, careful not to scratch her with his claws, dipped her lowly, examining her face to ensure no discomfort. Though Roxane was astonished, she beamed all the same. Reaching up to stroke his smooth face, it was all the sign he needed to lower his head and kiss the only person he had to look forward to in their dark lonely realm
 âŠâŠ Â Â First, Sir Pentiousâs two facial eyes opened. He found himself lying on his side, submerged in his bed sheets, inside his private quarters. Normally, heâd have found himself alone, with his head perched on his long, cylindrical pillow. Today, however, he had company. He looked down and found his arms wrapped around a snoozing Roxane.   Ah yes, her.   He felt his insides grow warm and fuzzy at the events that took place last night. How could this have happened, he thought. Theyâd gone from telling jokes and silly stories at the dinner table toâŠhe blushedâŠcoming to bed with each other. Not that he was grieving or ashamed. Looking down at her, with her head nestled in his chest, he seemed genuinely troubled that it was technically morning, though it wasnât reflected outside, judging by the usual red sky. For the first time since knowing her, he knew for certain now that he didnât want her to leave. He knew sheâd want to. Though she lived in a sad looking apartment, that didnât stop her from having a life outside of working for him-with him now though, he thought just then. As he laid there, it became clear that he didnât like that; not her having a life, but her being living in a rundown place when she deserved so much more. He kept his eyes on her, and found himself in a relaxed state of mind at the thought of her just staying here. "Why not?â he thought. If they werenât serious before, they certainly were now.    He would mention it to her in time. For now, they laid there and appreciated their intertwined forms. So Iâll crawl across the state lines, to another state of being, holding on for dear life to the better days Iâve seen. Long for the comfort of your loving arms, your passions, your charms. And you can give me everything I need this way. Weâll be loving 'til the first light of the day. Daze © Poets of the Fall.

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