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hibisha · 10 months
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7 lines from a wip? 👀 well.
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Hmmm tagging @ridiasfangirlings and anyone else who wants to jump in on this <3
Heads Up Seven UP
Thanks to @liv-is for the tag!
You're supposed to post Seven (Ish) Lines from a wip, so lets see what I got here:
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gonna tag @syntaxeme @veelascharm @viviandromeda @transpotatoindrag @unpretty @aurorashard @amberlouigi
I'm not sure if everyone I tagged writes, but there's no pressure to pass it along!
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hibisha · 1 year
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(Bone Jaw comic Part 1/3)
@hibisha sent me a meme that I couldn’t NOT turn into a comic, she also wrote the hilarious last panel. Please gift her with a tribute of cola for her genius
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hibisha · 1 year
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(Bone Jaw comic Part 2/3)
Bone Journal: Alastor’s Revenge~
Angel was unprepared for the battle he started haha
A massive thank you to my friend PARANOiD DJ for brainstorming with me and writing a large portion of the dialogue. Wouldn’t have been nearly as funny without his input XD
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hibisha · 1 year
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHASBSJSJSJSKSKKAKSKWKWKWKWK
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Congratulations to @hibisha for winning the 2nd Prize in @/ContentChaos12’s Bingo Raffle! She requested a scene from her Serial Killer AU fic “Concede and Give In To Your Inner Demons” It was a blast to work with her and ContentChaos!
Link to Hibi’s fic!! Check it out!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/24319234
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hibisha · 1 year
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can-a-bull (allegedly)
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hibisha · 1 year
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Caring is Creepy
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hibisha · 1 year
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Beekeeper Alastor is the best Alastor, fite me.
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What if Alastor kept bees? One of my discord servers has a delightful headcanon thread going on about this very question. We love beekeeper Alastor~
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hibisha · 1 year
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Got Milk?
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hibisha · 1 year
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Can you make a wedding RadioDust?
Please!?
You ask and I shall deliver!  👀 
“Take My Breath Away”
"Molly, I don’t think I can do this.”
Angel twisted in his seat to give his sister a panicked look, desperately tearing the veil off of his head, gripping the delicate fabric so tight that his claws almost tore through. His female counterpart responded with an exasperated look in turn, rolling her eyes affectionately as she took the veil from his hands and placed it back on his white fluffy head, fussing over it as she tried to set it in place.
“Tony, will ya just relax?” Happy with how it looked, Molly looked down and leaned in to cup his face in her palms, staring directly into his mismatched eyes and seeing the uncertainty hovering there. “When ya came to tell me your man had proposed to ya - Tony you were over the moon. I ain’t ever seen ya that happy. It's understandable ya getting cold feet now suga’ cuz I know it’s scary, tying yourself to one person forever. But ya gotta know how much he loves ya. Everyone can see it.”
“We keep fighting about the stupidest things.” Nervously fiddling with his dress, Angel bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. “This whole time: do we want lilies or carnations? Red or pink? So much. If we couldn’t handle even that, what's ta say he won’t bolt the minute we hit a slight hiccup? What if ten years down the lane he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he can’t stand ta look at me cuz he realized I don’t have much ya offer?”
“…you got all that from lilies and carnations?” Molly raised her eyebrow, both sets of her arms folded, looking dubious. “Seems a bit over dramatic if you ask me hun.”
“He also made boxed pasta last week, Molls. It’s like the man doesn’t even know me!” Angel waved his hand around looking agitated. “It was one of the worst things I’ve even seen him do. I had him sleep on the couch.” Snorting, Molly wrapped her arms around her twin, pulling him close so he could hide his face in her chest.
“The audacity! Tony, ya should have shanked him. He should be grateful he only got the couch!” Giggling, she stroked his hair. “But - I’m glad he takes care of you. Any idiot can see that he loves ya so much. And if he breaks your heart - well, ya know Niss has always been a tad bit trigger happy.” Wiping her eyes at the tears forming, she squeezed him tighter. “He’s a good one Angel. As good as they come in hell I guess. Though I gotta say, you sure do know how to pick em huh. A cannibalistic serial killer.” Angel laughed, a small sound but his shoulders were immediately set at ease.
“Thanks Molls.” Molly pulled away, beaming. “Now fix your dress hun. He’s waitin’ for ya at the altar and I’m pretty sure he’d burn the hotel down if he thought you were missing.” Molly took his hand and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, stepping back to look him over, tears starting to leak from the corner of her eyes as she stared at him. “Oh Tony, Ma would have been so happy to see ya like this.”
Angel quickly jumped to his feet, trying to ignore the pit growing in his stomach. Sharing one final hug between the two and they stepped out of the dressing room, walking over to the courtyard where everything was set up. Arackniss gave him one look and immediately looked away muttering but Angel was sure he saw a familiar emotion simmering in his eyes, and Angel could feel himself soar. Taking his brother’s arm, the two motioned for Molly to go take her place at the altar as Angel’s MOH. Once she was there, standing proud next to Cherri, they slowly made their way down the aisle themselves, Angel refusing to look at Alastor just yet.
The gasps around him were enough to let him know he looked stunning - something Angel already knew -  but no one’s opinion mattered as much as Alastor’s and Angel was almost scared to raise his eyes. What was going on in that antlered head? Was he having second thoughts?
When he reached the front, his brother gently squeezed his arm and let him go. Angel raised his head, squaring his shoulder to face his husband-to-be.
Magenta pupils met widened red ones.
Alastor’s smile had disappeared- mouth parted slightly in surprise as he openly gaped at Angel. His ears twitched, an endearing habit that had Angel’s hand almost reach out to play with them. The music filtering through the speakers screeched to a halt, stations flickering as they reflected upon Alastor’s inner turmoil. One sharp elbow from Husk later, Alastor straightened up, a smile spreading across his face slowly.
“Oh darling, you look simply divine.”
And at that moment, Angel knew it was all going to be okay.
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hibisha · 1 year
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Since I can’t get merch of these two, I’m going to keep doing this instead. 💞💞💞💞
It’s not my fault they fit so well together 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️
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hibisha · 1 year
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A Valentine’s Day Angel
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hibisha · 1 year
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Uploading older art a bit~
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hibisha · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Angel Dust Additional Tags: this is a highly self indulgent fic, Minor Angst, Secret Relationship, Angel Dust Being Angel Dust, Angel Dust-Typical Sexual Content, Angel Dust Needs a Hug , Alastor is not an asshole in this AU, Soft Alastor, Fluff, Alastor works very hard, NSFW: Alastor's forearms are on display AGAIN
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No one said running a hotel and keeping it afloat would be an easy task. Alastor can feel the pressure slowly pressing down on him but luckily he doesn't have to shoulder the burden on his own - not anymore.
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Closing his eyes, he put his head down against the table top, exhaling softly.
A few moments wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Body going lax against his will, he missed how his shadows slowly flickered out existence, its chirping fading into blissful silence as his powers dulled down and his consciousness began to fade. Unwilling to put it back up, he strained his ears, trying to make out any stray callers around the hotel - even if it was quite past curfew and everyone was supposed to be in bed. Raising his head to squint at the clock, he winced as the clock stared back accusingly at him, flashing red.
1:15 am.
Ears twitching erratically, he yawned once more and put his head down, eyelids sliding shut.
Just a few moments.
Surely, it couldn’t hurt.
Just a few-
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hibisha · 1 year
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Ahhhhhh! I love this so much <3 <3
This is one of my absolute favorites and it 100% exists only because of the lovely @hibisha and the magnificent @roseart220
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This comes from an AU/ Roleplay between Hibi and Rose. In the roleplay, Angel is a Siren turned human due to being captured by the dreadful pirate captain Valentino. Val currently holds a trinket that is the key to Angel getting his tail and powers back. In an attempt to vanquish Alastor, a rival pirate, he allows Al to take Angel with the intention of Angel seducing Al into his own demise.
Well, things didn't exactly end up going to plan. Despite how much they practically despised each other at first- Angel and Al slowly began to get along,...
Maybe one day the world will be able to read of these adventures, but for now you can at least enjoy the art!
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hibisha · 1 year
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I'm gonna start sharing my Radiodust AUs here because tumblr doesn't limit how much I can post in one go :3
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OH! Also if anyone wants to send me prompts for short Radiodust or any other drabbles or scenarios, ask away! I'm gonna try and go through each one!
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hibisha · 1 year
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hibisha · 1 year
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The Protector
There’s a lot of symbolism in this piece that I really enjoyed working on — probably my favorite RadioDust art to date!
The symbols in the gold circle represent the characters of the show, the flowers I chose have specific meaning based on Victorian flower language, and the red smoke weaving around everything represents the danger Valentino presents to Angel (and is what Al is protecting him from).
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