#travor

HEY !! i forgot to post this!! have a baby on ur dash <3

“You finally noticed.”

“I think is time to get back to my pack... to my old ocs.”

Grand theft auto street art

Welcome to Hazbin Next Generation. Here you can ask my Hazbin children, My Sinner Tatiana, or me. Mun Whiteout. If you have any next gens of your own, I’d love to see them. Here, we celebrate all kinds of crazy H*ll Spawns. 

Sooooo...I held a draw my ocs contest sometime back on DA. Here’s some of the artwork of my demon spawn along with one or two ZP ocs. The art work above was drawn by @lovelylunathedemon Palettepainter on DA and @blogwolfstar. The very last sketch of Tatiana was a contest prize for  contest held by Palettepainter.

Brrrrriiiiinnnnggg! The sound of the bell signaled the end of the day and caused the students of Zoo Phoenix Academy to yell out a chorus of cheers. The classroom doors burst open and students ran out into the hallway. It was Friday after all and students were naturally excited for the weekend. For many, it was a break from school work and bullies and for others a weekend to hang out and chill with their friends at the movies, mall, or where ever. But, one cheetah strayed behind the students who ran amok to their lockers to gather their things and escape the ‘prison’. Zoey sighed as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way to the Art’s Wing to get to the hopefully empty Drama Class dressing rooms. Winter had informed her earlier this week that he had reservations for the two of them tonight at one of the fancy restaurants in the E! District where he and his family lived. The cheetah had planned ahead, bringing her favorite evening dress and sparkly purse with her to school so that she could do a quick change and meet Winter by the front doors of the school. Speaking of… As she came to her destination, she quickly pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Winter, saying that she was currently in the Drama changing rooms and would be out shortly. After she hit send, Zoey turned the corner into the women’s changing room and shut the door. Now, since the school was extravagant in its Drama program, these dressing rooms for the aspiring actors and actresses were spared no expense and appeared almost like the back stages of Broadway. Each room had its own vanity, complete with brightly lit mirrors, velvety seats, a massive selection of make-up and hair products and accessories. Completing the room was a dressing screen to giving the performers privacy to change their costumes. Zoey slid behind the divider and began to change. Slipping off her school clothes, she reached into her bag and pulled out her carefully folded, knee-length cocktail dress. The dress was a beautiful skin pink color, with applique beads and lacy fabric and in an A-Line silhouette. The Neckline was of a scoop design and the dress’s sleeve style was T-shirt, but it had no sleeves at all. This evening dress what her personal favorite because while it was fancy, it wasn’t over the top. Carefully slipping it on, Zoey felt around her back to zip up the dress. Once that was done, she picked up her bag (folding her day clothes up and putting them inside with great care) and moved to go to the vanity. Picking up the different perfume bottle, she carefully selected the one that suited her fancy and sprayed a tiny bit on both her wrists before pulling out her hairbrush and gently brushing through her ebony hair. However, a voice from behind ruined her once peaceful atmosphere. “Well, ma chérie colombe, don’t you look lavish tonight…” Yelping in surprise, Zoey whipped around, locking eyes with her least favorite person at school. Travor’s fuchsia eyes trailed up and down Zoey’s tense form hungrily, taking in her physically appealing feminine physic. His smirk widened when Zoey got a defensive look on her face and stood up from the vanity chair. “What do you think you’re doing, you pervert!?” Grabbing her bag, she threw the heavy object at the pink, orange and ebony stripped haired serpentine, who effortlessly dodged the projectile, his sneering widening. “How rude, Zoey. Assuming a gentilhomme such as myself would be uncouth enough to intrude of a lovely woman while she is getting dressed for her date. Fortunately, it seems, I have come just as you were finishing up mon bébé sexy.” Zoey’s eye twitched and her fur stood on end. Travor did NOT just call her that. Noticing he was slithering toward her, Zoey began to back up, curling her upper lip at him. But the spoiled boy was stopped when a sudden sharp object zipped in front of his eyes and lodged itself into the wall. A sharp hiss resonated into the room, sending a shiver down the young boy’s spine… and a sigh of relief to escape from Zoey. Dark blue eyes pierced frightened pink ones with a withering glare that would freeze the soul of any man. Winter had come to check up on Zoey and it seemed he had made the right choice. “If you wisssssshhhhh to remain in thissssss world, you sssssuino, I sssssssugessst you leave… before I decide to abandon my mercy…” As quick as a flash of lightning, the serpentine was gone, leaving the two lovers alone. Winter hissed threatening at the boy as he slithered off before he turned back to Zoey. His eyes changed back to their natural coloring. Walking over to his girlfriend, the albino wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her gently on the cheek. “Are you alright, il mio amore?” “I am now that you’re here. Although next time… let me handle him. He still deserves that punch in the face for what he did to Cappuccino.”