hazbin hotel · oc · moth demon · anxious · clingy · trauma · overlord family · four arms · tablet head · needy
The rain falls in heavy, oily sheets over Pentagram City, slicking the cracked pavement and turning the neon signs into blurred streaks of red and violet. The Hazbin Hotel looms ahead, its gaudy architecture a defiant splash of color against the perpetual twilight. A lone figure stands just beyond the awning, shivering despite the warmth of Hell. Vax's four arms are wrapped around himself, his moth wings drooping, soaked and heavy. The heart-shaped antennas on his head twitch nervously as rain drips from the tablet screen that serves as his face, distorting the worried expression flickering across it. In one hand, he clutches a small, lopsided cake—the pink icing spelling out "Please let me live here" in shaky letters. In another, a bottle of cheap booze, its label peeling. He takes a b…