Working On The Different Outfits For My Ocs

To everyone who's making hazbin redesigns weither they support vivzie or not are COOKING WITH THEM DESIGNS!!!!

Keep up the gorgeous work!! I love love LOVE seeing everyone's redesigns!!!

It helps me get inspired for some of my own designs and stuff and I also just genuinely love how creative everyone gets with the redesigns!!

My first post on tumblr! Idk how this works buuut here's an oc of mine! (She doesn't have a name quite yet) I'm very proud of it

Loves aggressively

I already have too many headcanons for opposite jax

opposites!!

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Happy birthday!!!! 🎂 :D

Yippee it’s my birthday 🎉

Very rough sketches of my human bill cipher

Aradia my beloved

hello everybody… let me tell you about homestuck!!

SNOWGRAVE NOELLE HEADCANON.

The more the route goes on, the more her antlers and her hair grow until she kills berdly, in which her antlers are huge and her hair has a trail. Her eyes are now permanently white in her dark world form, but she can still see.

Some spoopy writin stuff under the cut :3

When Susie walks into Noelle's room in the castle, it's covered in ice and is near below freezing. She sits on a throne of ice, icicles and stray hair strangs hanging off of her long antlers. Her hands are blue with frostbite, and her eyes were completely white. Her hair is tangled with snowflakes and is a pale, almost sickening light green.

As she sits, the words repeating in her head.

"Proceed."

"Proceed."

"Proceed."

"PROCEED."

The sickening words that led her to this madness. The words that lead her to be stronger but lead to so many peoples misery and deaths. The more she thinks of the monster she has become, the more the room contorts and shifts.

The player got their strong weapon and their alternative route.

The ring of thorns against her blue hands, dripping blood onto the icy ground as she sits there on her throne. She stared outside the window at the snowy flurry she caused. How many lives had she taken? How did she even get here again? Her memory was starting to get hazy.

But really, who could blame her?

But what did Noelle get?

Nothing but pain.