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Here are the clothing rough drafts for my OC and her personalities.

I’ll be doing the patterns when I do the base colors for the clothes.

I want to try doing those verbal scenarios with my OC(s) listed below:

(I still don’t have names for them yet, so we’ll just refer to them by the nick names on their pictures)

If you all have any ideas for scenarios for the characters, please comment down below.

Later I’ll try to draw these scenarios once I have their designs down.

Here are the outlines and body base colors for my OC and her personalities.

Still trying to come up with names, and will be starting on their clothes soon.

Here is the rough draft of one of the alternate personalities for my OC. He is a dog demon, specifically a Border Collie.

Here is the rough draft of one of the alternate personalities for my OC. He is a dog demon, specifically a German Shepherd.

This is personality is best described as a disgruntled cop/detective, who will do anything to solve a case. He’s basically a stereotypical detective: clever, perseverant, thinks outside the box, and definitely has problems with alcoholism and smoking. Imagine those old black and white detective shows combined with Sebastian Castellanos from the Evil Within.

He’s not the most social person, however he knows how to get someone talking through drinks and persuasion. He tries to gather as much information as possible before making consequential decisions.

Here is the rough draft of one of the alternate personalities for my OC. She is dog demon, specifically a Pomeranian.

This is personality has a punk like demeanor, and is considered to be the “party animal” of the personalities. She’s very social and knows how to leave an impression (not always a great one though). The various clubs and bars are her comfort zones.

She always wanted to be in a band, being rather talented with drums and bass guitar, and her singing isn’t bad either; not good but not bad. She can be rather reckless and ignorant towards most, getting herself into a few scuffles.

I decided to lower the number of personalities to 5, and still thinking of names.

Here is the rough draft of one of the alternate personalities for my OC. She is dog demon, specifically a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

Basically when a personality takes control, they get to create their physical body instead of sharing the main personality’s appearance.

This is personality is known to be overly affectionate and loving. She comes off as clingy and has an “innocent” demeanor (mainly doesn’t understand “adult” topics). She easily falls in love and will follow you like a lost puppy.

She craves attention and physical touch, and will do anything to get that. She definitely likes receiving praise and compliments, making her tail wag like crazy.

Still thinking of a name for the characters.

I’m currently working on my Hazbin Hotel Character. I have a basic rough draft of her body, but still trying to figure what she should wear.

Like I explained in a previous post, she has Dissociative Identity Disorder, or Multiple Personality Disorder. Now I don’t know how disorders/illnesses from previous/earth lives work in Hazbin Hotel, but I imagine that it would transit to Hell with the sinner, or changes to a more extreme/supernatural version of it that could effect the sinners powers.

This character has 7 alternate personalities, excluding hers, which are physically attached to her by chains. Below are the list personalities with their “personality traits”, what limb they are attached to, and what dog breed they are.

Main Personality

Sex: Female

Dog Breed: Golden Retriever

Characteristics:

Friendly

Gentle

Kind-Hearted

Naive

Proactive

Selfless

Limb Chained: All 7

Personality 1

Sex: Female

Dog Breed: Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

Characteristics:

Affectionate

Clingy

Loyal

Masochist

Overthinks

Touch-Starved

Limb Chained: Chest

Personality 2

Sex: Female

Dog Breed: Pomeranian

Characteristics:

Energetic

Ignorant

Outgoing

Quick-Witted

Reckless

Talkative

Limb Chained: Left Ankle

Personality 3

Sex: Female

Dog Breed: Rottweiler

Characteristics:

Aggressive

Anxious

Impulsive

Rude

Temperamental

Violent

Limb Chained: Right Ankle

Personality 4

Sex: Male

Dog Breed: Poddle

Characteristics:

Bossy

Cowardly

Dramatic

Fussy

Pompous

Self-Centered

Limb Chained: Waist

Personality 5

Sex: Male

Dog Breed: German Shepherd

Characteristics:

Aloof

Blunt

Headstrong

Irritable

Protective

Serious

Limb Chained: Right Wrist

Personality 6

Sex: Female

Dog Breed: St. Bernard

Characteristics:

Caring

Comforting

Compassionate

Nurturing

Positive

Supportive

Limb Chained: Left Wrist

Personality 7

Sex: Male

Dog Breed: Border Collie

Characteristics:

Charismatic

Detail-Oriented

Intelligent

Manipulative

Patient

Sadistic

Limb Chained: Neck

I’m still trying to figure out names for these personalities, along with backstories. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions for improvement, please comment.

I finally watched and finished the 1st season of Hazbin Hotel, and I absolutely fell in love with this show, the characters, the art style, the story, the music.

Now I want to try and create my own original character for this show. I have some ideas that I want to do, but I want to get more insights and suggestions for what I should do with this character.

Here are the basics so far:

-They were a human that sinned and went to Hell after death (obviously).

-They resemble a dog, still deciding on breed.

-They had Dissociative Identity Disorder during their life. (I want to try and draw characters with mental disorders/illness, so this is where I’ll need the most insight on to make I’m representing them properly).

-The alternate personalities came down to Hell with the character and are attached (mental & physically) to the character.

-Each personality would be a different dog breed.

-The personalities can make themselves visible to others without taking control, but it takes a lot of energy to do so.

-In their full demon, they resemble a huge 5-headed dog demon with varied horns on each head, 4 front legs (arms), 4 back legs, and 5 tails. Each head, tails, and certain limbs portray one of the personalities.

-I’m still coming up with a backstory, powers, and if they should work at the hotel or just occasionally visits.

If anyone has any suggestions or ideas on how to improve this character(s), please comment. Thank you!

HELLLOOOOO LOVELIES IM BACK<33333

(with the company of a probably newfound obssesion,i mean, LOOK at him) :,D

ANNNNDDDD also some sketches<3333

i hope you like em!

LOVE YALL SOSO MUCH!<333

I love all your artwork of Husk (Especially Smol Husk). Can you make some doodles of Husk and a motivation note to get me through High school?

[Serious Note: Don't drink kids, like at all, and if you're going to. Please do so responsibly]

I'm in high school myself and trust me when I say, I'm this close to literal death with everything going on during this pandemic. But I'm not giving up, and neither should you. School may seem like it'll tear you down but you know you're stronger than that, no way will you let school get the better of you, you got a life to reign over. Be the liege to your life, no one else has any say in it!

Also apologies for the really trashy artwork, I kinda just whipped it up as soon as I saw your ask. And I've been taking distance from the Hazbin Fandom, personal reasons

Deap Sea Lantern

Baxter Redesign © pink.cherry.pills (Instagram)

Fanart © FearTheArt (me)

🎲 Lady Luck 🍀

Husk: Would you really try your luck?

Lady Luck AU © MudTrash (Twitter)

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You 💖

My Darling Little Kitten ❤️

Alastor: Oh Husker, my dear wildcard! You know very well that you are mine to have and own... I would certainly not be pleased to find you accompanying another Overlord other than me...

😾 Who Is In Control? 📺

Vox: The kitty prefers his shiny new toys, my old school foe...

💉 I'm Addicted To The Sorrows 🎶

Smol Husk

Anyone remember this baby?

@saschagemruler

@sallychoasaura

Day 1: 🍺 Bartending 🍹

That's right, there's a Husk Week

Husk - Animation Practice

Y'all remember that VERY old RadioHusk animation? I might do a recreation of that and see how far I've exactly improved.

Husk is being a little smug teasy boyfriend

I Lost The Ability To Love Years Ago

TRIGGER WARNING:

BLOOD

BRUISES

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

DO NOT SCROLL DOWN IF SENSITIVE

Day 4: You Complete Me

Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

To celebrate Pride Month before it ends, I decided to have all of my beloved Hazbin OCs to show their colors!

Vendova (left) - Demisexual Panromantic

Lan (middle) - Bisexual

Kai/Ro (right) - Bigender (she/he) asexual biromantic

2P Valentino

Memories PT. 2 | RadioHusk FanFic

PLEASE MIND THAT THIS SCENE WILL CONTAIN DETAILS OF VIOLENCE, DISTURBING SCENERY, THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK

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Alastor snapped from his apparent reminiscing, finding himself in front of the front desk/bar of the establishment.

The layer of dust that was piling on top of the counter was visible for the naked eye to see, it felt empty and devoid of its purpose.

It felt useless without its barkeep to maintain it...

Alastor slowly traced a finger across the countertop, dust piling, and staining it as it creates a smooth and straight line. Alastor refused for anyone to even dare touch the drinking establishment, not even a light cleaning by the darling Niffty, but the cyclops didn't ignore nor deny the radio demon's request and simply passed by it whenever she had a cleaning spree. Alastor can sort of feel a bit relieved that everything will remain the same as it was before Husk left his post.

Although the pain remains in his undead heart whenever he would glance in the abandoned bar's direction.

It was a struggle to keep up his devilish grin whenever someone mentioned his wildcard's name.

Soon his inner anger and loss would cause him to be on a murderous spree.

Dooming his chances to even be redeemed.

Alastor didn't want to be torturing and massacring any hellians if his darling kitten won't be here to bear witness it. It's pointless to start arguments if none of the poor souls won't come up with snappy and drunken comebacks in return to his rant like Husker. Most of Hell's inhabitants will bear the same reaction of fear and endless pleading for life as opposed to Husk's apathetic attitude.

Nothing could be the same... It frustrated Al...

Alastor can feel a low rumble in his throat that was building up to be a snarl, his antlers slowly sharpening at his clawing anger that was threatening to unleash all chaos and destruction. His grin tightening as if it's being forcefully pulled on to keep that dastardly smile from faltering even a second. Alastor slowly makes his way out of the hotel and into the deserted city street, simply tilting his head upward at the sky as the sky darkens.

Then he hears a mocking laugh in the back of his mind...

He taps on his mic as static emits from him, humming a soft tune that he recalls Husk's always enjoyed in his early youth to drown out the unneeded irritation.

"I dedicate this broadcast to you, my wildcard..." Alastor announced as he watches a bright light shining across Hell's bloody sky, winged creatures spurring out from said light.

...

"You fucking shithead! Can't you see or are you blind as sh*t!?" Husk roared to the radio demon, snarling as a fit of laughter was his answer. "My dear Husker, you worry simply too much! It's no fun to simply have mercy on the game when it's more delighting to partake in the more violent approach..." Alastor retorted to the winged cat demon, while he did think Husk didn't have to hover over his shoulder (figuratively), he thought it was endearing to see the old veteran was caring about his wellbeing. Besides, he enjoyed the reaction Husker would have when Al comes close to being in harm's way.

"I ain't going to care for your ass if you so much have a broken limb..." Husk chided while keeping the angels at bay, quickly dodging and maneuvering around to grab their spear, taking this advantage to pierce it through its head. The blood quickly splatting out and staining his claws/paws, even a bit on his cheek as he dumped the body over the floor. Seeing the deer demon watching him with a softer smile and starstruck eyes, "Keep your eyes off me, bastard..." Husk simply called out as he briskly lunged the used spear towards the side of Alastor to which punctured through the skull of the approaching exterminator.

Alastor simply chuckled as he leaned against his mic, snapping his fingers to which tentacles quickly coiled around a few of the heavenly beings that attempted to stalk behind the alcoholic gambler. "Perhaps you should focus more around you than my state of admiration to you..." Alastor riposte as he waved his hands to quickly crush the angels of above to a nearby building, glancing as the building crumbled on top of them. Husk simply scoffed as he takes a quick scan over the area, hundreds of bodies was amongst them as he simply rubbed his tired eyes.

Sometimes Husk wondered how Alastor dragged him to play stupid charades like this.

"You seem tired, my dear..." Alastor cooed in Husk's ear as he had swiftly made his way over to his wildcard, although Husk simply swatted the approaching hand that wanted to rest upon his shoulder. "Don't act like you weren't the reason I had to miss my nap, fucker..." Husk hissed in a low volume as he ignored the hand that began to massage behind his ears although said ears simply lowered in content. "Alright then, would you prefer me to continue this game I have also kindly invited you into..!" Alastor proposed in his usual showman attitude, Husk rolling his eyes in response. "Let's just fucking go back..."

Although Husk couldn't exactly go-ahead as Alastor changed his hand to rest upon his hip, hugging him close as the smiling sinner simply nuzzled a top of Husk's head. "Oh, we don't have to rush my kitten! Enjoy the scenery!" Alastor acclaimed as he waved his free arm across the cityscape to show the corpses of their latest kills, feeling proud that he would share this wonderous feat with his wildcard.

"I much prefer it AFTER the extermination and when I'm rested, asshat..." Husk growled to his lover's praise.

Alastor simply chuckled as he escorted the winged demon to the hotel, humming a cheery tune as his mic begins to play an old song from Husk's time of lively hood. Husk normally would've told Al to shut the damn thing off, but he actually enjoys the song more than he likes to admit so he simply lets the song play out it's slow yet lively beat.

Although his ear twitches as suddenly his iris shrank, shaking as time slows.

Swiftly pulling himself from Al's grip as he uses his wing to shield himself and the deer demon, positioning himself directly behind Alastor.

Alastor turned his head towards the gambler as blood suddenly stained him over his coat as his eyes widen while his smile simply sharpen. Seeing a spear belonging to those from above, pierce cleanly through the red wings that matched with the blood staining the wound, and puncturing through Husk's lower abdomen.

Labored breathing acted by the cat demon as he slowly falls to his knees and onto his side, the heavenly weapon began to increase the pain and damage as the wound slowly glowed into that of soft light. Following along the blood and wound as if tracing his veins. Alastor suddenly let out a loud roared as he catches sight of the culprit, an injured angel who's ever grinning smiling mask mocked him. It stood there simply watching, knowing there was no chance of escaping but simply to instead gloat.

Alastor can feel his demon form manifest as quickly as one can snap their fingers, his eyes slowly becoming pools of black tar as some ooze down his cheek, his smile enlarging as the corners of his mouth began to tear and stretch to show rows of massive blade-like teeth, his body stretched and becoming withered with decay as his skin begin to meet against the bones, giving him a very slender like appearance as his horns grew in length, twists and sharpen points manifesting. His upper buddy becoming a bit bulkier despite his thinning build, bones protruding through his shoulders as his skin became more of ash grey while his legs twist and bend to that of an actual deer completed with hooves. Black tentacles cling and attach to his lower arms and hands along with his legs, giving his limbs a more elongated stretch.

An audible click was heard as his tone became deeper, demonic, and devoid of his usual radio filter. "YoU dARe tO HarM wHaT Is MiNE ThEn YOu WIll PEriSh!" Alastor let out a sickening combination of a shriek and a howl that rattled the near buildings weak windows and the ground shook, immediately pinning the heavenly being down to the ground although it wasn't struggling nor crying for mercy, but instead stare back into the empty eyes to which belonged to the infamous radio demon. This further fueled Alastor's fury and raises his long and gnarly claws to prepare to hack the angel that harmed his beloved.

Although what he heard was something that honestly threw off the demon that his anger suddenly was replaced to confusion and unease.

The being beneath him was giving a soft yet audible chuckle, to which began to grow in volume to a cackle, and soon the laughter echoed across the neighborhood to send a shiver down your spine. Alastor was beyond confused but at the light of moment took this action as an offense, a sort of mockery to him, knowing that this being of holiness gave no sheer fuck for what crime they committed. Instead, they took great pride and victory of their action with no remorse within their very being.

In just one quick swipe which began to claws and slashing left and right, the grotesque manner to equal the measure of Alastor's rage.

Breathing heavily as he slowly began to shift to his tame form, standing to his feet and giving a quick look over of the mutilated corpse beneath him. Although his attention quickly snapped and his full focus was his Husk, quickly making way as he gave to his buckling knees next to his darling wildcard who's breathing are soft and shallow as his golden honey eyes were now that of a dull and faded greyish caramel. Carefully pulling Husk's head to his lap as his smile was beginning to falter, struggling to keep pinned up. Tears forming as it blurred his vision, blinking to let them fall and mark his face.

Gently runs a hand through Husk's fur while the golden glow that accompanied his wounds was slowly taking forms of cracks over his body as if he were broken. The angelic weapon was taking effect and there is no way to reverse or heal its damage, so it was best to let it run its slow and agonizing course than to fight it...

"I... Never expected to see you this f*cking bummed out..." Husk quietly commented on Alastor's disarray state, his voice having no snarkiness or sarcasm to it but a genuine concern tone.

"Husker darling... I... I don't seem to understand... H-How can you let yourself..." Alastor questioned and stuttering over his words as tears continue to stream and let the tears fall onto the gambler's bloodied fur. He couldn't think of the right words to say, in fact, he lost the ability to think and speak.

"And I... Thought I've known you long enough... Yet you still surprise me..." Husk chuckled weakly as the sound of exhaustion overlay it, "For once you actually shut up..."

"You seem to take this too lightly, my dear..."

"To be fair, this ain't my first time being in a situation like this..."

"Yes... And I hoped it never had to repeat itself..." Alastor replied as he was referencing to Husk's death, while he wasn't alive to bear witness it himself, Husk once mental breakdown revealed the nature and cause of his apparent suicide.

Husk breathing was now that above a whisper as the glowing pattern soon reach his neck.

Knowing this is his ending, he put almost all his strength and effort to reach towards the hat that has fallen off of him just to his side, pulling out a dog tag that bears his own two from the war and also a ring that Alastor has proposed to him several months back. Clutching it in his claws as he brought it to where Alastor's other hand (which wore the other ring) lay on his stomach just near the wound, giving a soft but reassuring smile to Alastor to which the deer demon soon let down his own facade.

"Thanks, Al... For... Everything..."

Al quickly took hold of the gambler's claw that held the necklace.

The (not so) smiling sinner gently planted a long and yet passionate kiss atop the winged demon's forehead, watching as Husk smile stayed as he closed his eyes.

"Je t'aime..." Alastor softly whispered as Husk took his final breath as the glow soon brighten to near blindness. Once the scolding light dimmed to nothing, Alastor was soon met with loneliness as Husk no longer exists in his arms.

Alastor tightens his grip to still feel the dog tag along with the ring in his clutches, tears cascading as he let out a loud shriek full of pain and mourning, his hands covering his eyes as his holler reached almost several miles from where he was across the city. The clock striking loudly to mark the end of the extermination, hearing in the distance the fireworks that the princess has cast.

...

A year has passed since then... Alastor was no longer the same.

While the mannerism and his dark humor remained, the hotel crew knew it was forced and a mask to hide his scars of what he lost that day. The breaking of his heart couldn't be repaired if he could no longer have his darling Husk with him any longer. The atmosphere felt still and stiff since Husk's death, Alastor "requested" to her highness for no one to even be near the bar or to so much touch what lays with it. Charlie couldn't deny an obvious grieving man's wish as she enforces the rule out to everyone.

Months pass by like a stream as the vacant bar laid dormant, to never be used again.

Alastor can still hear the cackle that befalls upon him when he pinned heaven's winged vulture, it haunted him but deny any assistance or would never acknowledge it. The deer demon stopped drinking altogether as his impulses grew, more murderous, and blood coated broadcasts increased throughout the airwaves, each more grotesque and gnarly than the last.

This one was no different, although this sign off would forever be engraved to the sinners around.

Alastor murdering the angelic beings was obviously a sort of empty revenge knowing that no matter how many winged beasts he killed, Husk won't be returning.

...

Alastor laid on the floor as multiple spears of angels have pierced through him, his devilish smile plastered onto his face as blood seemed to pour out of his closed teeth, the mic broken by his side as it gave off an almost inaudible static before silence overcame it soon after.

In his hand, that accompanied his ring, held Husk's dog tags that also had the gambler's ring attached.

He never wanted to let him go, he'd never wanted to lose the one person he can feel this sensation again... He lost it once...

He promised to stay by his side... He refuses to break it again...

I'm forever here my love... I'm not leaving you again...

💐 Courting 💕

PentNiss

Twitter poll be like... Choosing a ship for me to draw

Flustered

I love these two nerdy dorks

Bish

The Spider In The Kinky Boots

How to beat procrastination and artblock is by drawing something they never expect you to even attempt...