12 Works by limabeaned
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Cigarettes are my favorite meal! -(Val, probably) by limabeaned
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Aug 2026
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Valentino really wants a cigarette. Cigarettes, preferably. He'll do anything for some. He's not an addict, though! I swear.
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- Part 7 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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- English
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- 1,834
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- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 2
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- 36
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Valentino lets out a sob, digging his claws into his arms. They leave behind red, shaky lines. Pulling out chunks of flesh and skin. If he ate less, then maybe then he’d be more attractive, more skinny, more feminine, and then he’d love him again.
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- Part 6 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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Vox wants to end his life, so he does. Too bad someone finds him at the last minute.
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- Part 3 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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Valentino drug overdosed. He's told it's a suicide attempt. Unfortunately, now he's in a claustrophobic psych ward with a creepy therapist, Mr. Whittman, who only makes him want to kill himself more. He's battling a mental war of drug addiction, withdrawal, suicide ideation, and other feelings, when he starts noticing some ... weird things about Mr. Whittman.
What the fuck is going on?
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My flowers are organic and grown in small batches. (watered with tears and fertilized with repressed emotions). by limabeaned
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
01 Aug 2026
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Valentino starts finding red petals. Alastor's color, everywhere. It's obvious what's happening---Why won't Vox just tell him, though?
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- Part 5 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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Ethan’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad job by limabeaned
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
31 Jul 2026
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First things first—Ethan loves his job. He knows deep inside himself his only purpose is to work for Voxtek for the rest of his afterlife, and he’s glad that’s the case. Mr. Vox is the more generous soul-owner in pentagram city, especially compared to his…coworkers. Honestly, as long as he pays him, he doesn’t mind the verbal and sometimes physical abuse he’s put through.
So yes. He loves his job. He loves his job, and to some extension his boss. But that’s all platonic! It’s not weird. It’s engrained into his bones. It’s what fuels his every movement when the caffeine wears off.
…Although, he’s not sure whether the passion he feels is real or just forced and carved into his brain by Mr. Vox’s hypnosis. Satan knows he’s probably lost his ability to think for himself. Or maybe he’s just really pathetic. Either way, though, that passion definitely makes everything more bearable.
Specifically, the whole mess involving Mr. Vox and Mr. Valentino’s… ‘relationship’.
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Alastor dies and Vincent grieves in the only way he knows
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- English
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- 626
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Too late is never too late enough. I love you. by limabeaned
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Jul 2026
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Valentino stared up at him, gaze blank. He couldn’t speak now, but that was fine. Vox just needed to look at him, to see that he was breathing, to hold his hand and feel that slow, steady pulse underneath all of the bandages.
He didn’t mean to. He never meant to. If he knew what was going to happen, he would’ve never done it, and that meant something. It had to, because he was trying, and it was working, Valentino was still alive and that was all that mattered.
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- Part 4 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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He paces around, back and forth and back and forth in the pearly white and gold foyer. It shouldn’t be that hard. He fucking won. He’s a fucking god now, isn’t he?
Valentino’s still sitting over there, back straight and all four arms folded neatly in his lap. Naked. He’s not doing anything, just sitting there looking pretty. Red wide eyes dazedly staring ahead. Vox wishes he would just stand up and kiss him. Do something.
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- Part 2 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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But still, he knows he can’t love him, because he is just a machine in the end.
He may act human enough, he may speak doting enough and perform all the right mechanisms, but he is nothing more than a language learning program and the heart in his chest is nothing more than a metal pump.
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- Part 1 of Staticmoth Ficlets/oneshots
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The gun’s weight is heavy in his hand. Solid, cold, existing within his touch, a reminder of everything to gain and to lose.
“You want to play?” says the man he met thirty minutes ago. He stares into Anthony, gaze sharp. Leans down and does a line.
Anthony doesn’t respect the man with an answer. Instead, he chooses to absentmindedly trace the gun's engravings and the cylinder.
Six shots, one bullet.
- Language:
- English
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- 827
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 1
- Hits:
- 18