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What’s your red flag?

ur lowkey manipulative

gaslight, ur not cool

“Yea...I don’t see that. That sounds more like some of the other mes than me.”

#gettin' to know Angie better: headcanon #dash comm allowed #dash game

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OOC: Gonna level with y’all. Thinking about archiving. May end up remaking, may just end up stepping away from Angie. I-I love him. I really love all the friends and interactions I’ve had on him, it isn’t anything any of y’all have done. It’s just- the amount of anxiety I have every time I get on this blog or the side blogs attached to it. The fear each time I get an ask. The feeling of letting people down because I only end up replying to like two things and missing replies from other people and- I...I just. I feel like a failure a lot of the time I’m on this blog. And so I think I may archive it, and then either remake it or...something. I don’t know. I’m debating it. I-I don’t want people to feel like they’ve forced me off or anything I just I’m struggling being on this blog.

#ooc #negativity tw

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Howdy, folks! Sunny here! This has been an idea I’ve wanted to make a blog for for quite some time, and now I’ve finally done it!

This is a role-play sideblog for an AU that focuses on two muses: Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, and his sister, Josephine, an OC of my own making. The basic idea is that they’re both human, are living in the modern day, and are college students that run a supernatural-themed podcast together.

Follows will come from smiledotdeer, and the artwork featured above was drawn for me by jeff-the-gnome-king!

If you’re interested in interacting and/or wanna spread the word, a like and/or reblog would be greatly appreciated!

#go follow friend!! (promo)

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OOC: https://www.twitch.tv/jellymellydraws My friend is raising money for the WWF to end overfishing. And I’d like it if anyone who could help out could help. She’s playing Sea of Thieves.

#ooc #charity livestream #twitch

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Ever the optimist...

"Somethin' wrong with that? He's just a lil bit of a tough nut to crack, that's all. He'll come round. I'm a sweetie an' he's gonna come round sometime. After all, we's in the same studio now, an' Daddy'll be happy if we's get along."

mentioned: @arachn0philia

#answered ask #angie baby honey darling no

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“So y’sayin’ there’s a chance?” 

@get-dusted​​ asked:  Look, I’m just saying I give off a lotta energy and I think I deserve a fair shot at a relationship of some kind! Tha’s all.

“I’d literally ratha’ date a barrel full a’ fuckin’ rotten-ass fish.  I wouldn’t, a’ course, but you’re below that threshold–”

#arachn0philia #sweet as cherry wine: arachn0philia Angel #(Angie no honey there's no chance why are you like this)

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Reblog if you're open to roleplaying QueerPlatonic relationships

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Hot take: never tell someone they’re “not suited to role-play a character”. Never tell someone how to play their character. People can play characters however they want. It’s their interpretation, not yours. If you don’t like how someone writes a character, keep quiet and unfollow. Saying stuff like that does nothing but cause anxiety for the person receiving it.

#wise wise words

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Rb to give your mutuals a baby stoat to gently hold

#*gently holds the stoat*

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Angie receives the following text from Valentino:

Today at 7:00 PM

Angie <333 I have a job for you. come to M16, k?

@poisoncandyhearts He squints, looking at the text and chewing his lip, Daddy had said he wasn't working no more, that he was supposed to stay out the way. Why was he being called to meeting room 16? That was close to the phone rooms, and the photo shoot sets. He heads for the room, not wanting to keep Daddy waiting, but also worried about what might happen. Opening the door cautiously, already starting to prattle off an apology, "Daddy, wha'ever Angel says I did, I din't mean it."

#poisoncandyhearts #deepspacevivarium #phisaya

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OOC: I’m sorry for being very selective and not very active. I’ve had a string of asks that made me shut my askbox completely and now it is open again but people cannot send me media asks. I debated for a bit whether I wanted to just abandon this blog after the run of hate I’ve had and the escalation that recently happened. But I don’t want to do that. So I may be slow and a bit selective, and I’ll probably be over on my Alastor blog more. Because oh boy is he less...of a target for things.

#ooc #Snickers speaks

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Angie is 1,000,000,000% thot

Welp. “Tha’s good right? I mean...with me bein’ a porn star...er...former porn star??” He’s not entirely sure what to classify himself as.

#dash game #dash comm allowed

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Angel Dust- Usually goes by Angie

Died at 19, and in early ‘33

Written by Snickers (20+, any pronouns)

10 years of writing at least (still don’t quite understand some of the finer points of rp etiquette)

Read the rules please and keep in mind I’m Proship, so if that fits your DNI please... to save us both from getting upset, don’t interact with me.

→ Interest checker ←

#self promo? #I added in his turnaround sheet and the interest checker that I finally got round to finishing

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Another commission for @get-dusted!

#gore tw #main character death tw #God I love how this turned out. #Angie still ain't okay from this

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poisoncandyhearts​:

“Daddy loves you too, baby.” Valentino scratches Angie beneath the chin. Angie has caused enough problems and has been through enough, and removing him from a work environment might mitigate the damage. It’s not just Angie he’s thinking about–he now has to brainstorm how to keep the rest of the clutter from spiraling, while still keeping them in line.

“Just relax,” he says, to reassure himself as much as Angie. He closes his coat around the two of them to keep Angie warm, hopefully make him more tired and let him sleep off his panic attack. “I’ll think of something.”

He nuzzles into the chin scratches, chittering softly and burrowing in deeper, left cheek burrowing into Val’s chest and right eye drifting shut, he’s exhausted, and he feels like he’s safe. He can sleep, long as Daddy’s got him he’s okay.

#poisoncandyhearts #abuse cw

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Angie doesn’t have to specify what ‘those’ films are for Valentino to understand his meaning. Snuff was the last genre Angie worked in before he was kicked out and Valentino found him on the streets. He’s not convinced for a second that Angie would be good at that. Angie is far too fragile and sensitive. Even one snuff film could traumatize him too much to do anything else. Even his toughest workers need a cool-down period after films.

“I’m not gonna throw you out. Part of our contract was that I’d take care of you. Surely you haven’t already forgotten?” He genuinely wonders. Sometimes, going to Limbo can mess with your memory. “No, Angie, you’re not gettin’ thrown out. But you suck at your job. I’m not havin’ you film anymore.”

He scoots back to lean against the bed. This could be any of the other members of the Clutter one day. He’ll push them too far or they’ll work themselves too hard for too long, and then what? When he started his porn empire, he assumed it would last forever. Maybe one day he’s going to be overthrown, taken out during Extermination, or just become washed up like Angie is. When you’ve grown accustomed to eternity, you forget how to deal with something ending.

“Don’t think about it right now. Hush. Just take a slow, deep breath.” He blows a pink smoke ring into Angie’s face to try and calm him. The less Angie is freaking out, the less stressful this will be for the both of them.

He’s spiraling, but at least some of Val’s words are processing, he’s not going to be thrown out, he’s going to be taken care of, he was going to be able to stay with Daddy and the Clutter. He wasn’t going to be out on the street alone again. He was safe. He was safe. To his credit, between the healing cracked skull and the limbo trip and then the envenomation and the being locked in his room, the details of their contract are very addled in his mind. He’s trying to remember the terms, but all he remembers clearly is he promised his loyalty to Valentino, promised to do as he was told. He settles a bit as the realization he’s not being throw out, and curls into the moth’s lap, snuggling into the coat and hiccupping, trying to follow that request, a wheezing deep inhale. The smoke making him dizzy, a soft cough as he blinks sleepily up at Val, “I lo-love you Daddy...y’know...y’know that right?”

#poisoncandyhearts #abuse cw

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“That’s right, come here,” Valentino says, unnecessarily: Angie is already crawling into his arms and huddling against him. He’s in no state to work today, or possibly for the next couple of weeks. It seems that every time he tries to get Angie in particular back on the clock, something happens and he breaks down. It’s causing more problems than he has the energy to remedy right now.

“I know you’ll do better next time, baby. You’ve learned your lesson.” Valentino wipes Angie’s tears away. Even as he comforts him, he’s weighing his options. Angie is barely functioning as an employee. At best he can do some photo shoots or phone work–if he doesn’t burst into tears at the thought of making a phone call.

“My assistant has your pig. I’ll have ‘em bring him to Dusty’s room. You’re staying there until we get this mess you made sorted out.” He doesn’t make any moves to stand up, though. His wings remain tucked behind his back, his hands still idly stroking Angie’s trembling body.

“And after that, I want you to stay out of the way for the time being. You’re disrupting the other workers.” He lifts Angie up a little so they’re face-to-face. “For Satan’s sake, do not leave the studio. I need you here where I can keep an eye on you and can take care of you. Do you understand?”

 Soft sniffling is the only response to the first part of the talking at him. He’s shivering and jumpy, looking like he wants nothing more than to be curled up beneath his vanity preferably with his pig. He’s trembling like a leaf, “Y’ain’t...y’ain’t gonna...I ain’t gonna...y’won’t...pu-put me...put me out, right? I I’ll I’ll even do those films for you if if y’jus’ jus’ don’t put me out on the the street Daddy. Please. Please I don’t wanna be be be alone again.”

He’s working himself up even as the moth tries to soothe him, his mind racing through the scenarios, he’d failed at pole work, he wasn’t good with clients, most of the films he’d messed up more times than he could count, he was better for bloopers and gag reels than actual quality film. He was alright at sitting still and looking pretty but sometimes he couldn’t quite get the look the shoot called for, and phone work sent his anxiety through the roof. All that left untried was the thing that had landed him in Val’s lap in the first place. But if he did good? If he was a perfect lil actor? Weren’t hysterics and panic part of the draw of those films? At least it would be genuine surely that would draw more money? 

I’ll do whatever you want just don’t kick me out, Daddy.

And then he’s being drawn up so that he’s peering into those eyes. He hasn’t heard a word about Nuggs, or that he’s to stay with Dusty for the time being, so lost in his little whirlpool of doom, the only thing that processes is there’s a question and he needs to answer in the affirmative. He’s nodding frantically, not even understanding what he’s agreeing to, Val could have just told him he was doing snuff films for the rest of eternity, and he’s babbling off, “I-I promise. I’ll I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy. Please don’t kick me out. Please don’t leave me ‘lone again. I jus’ wanna be good.”

#poisoncandyhearts #abuse cw