#Angel looks for answers

[iarrelm]

"Velvette snapped a picture with Husk giving a grin in the background. He was enjoying this whole meeting thoroughly." - Chapter 5 of Ace of Finch by Ace_of_Many_Cards on Ao3.

This fic is so good. I'm in love with it. Husk and Velvette's friendship makes me insane they're so adorable and hilarious.

I highly recommend it!!!! It's a Huskerdust, Overlord Husk au and it is amazing!!

Bonus: here's the post with no text

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel velvette #overlord husk #huskerdust #should i tag that? im gonna bc of the fanfic rec i guess #this fanfic is really great im adoring the relationships between husk and all the other characters #and the huskerdust is absolutely going to destroy me im so ready #my art #no one ask me why i drew angel wings and devil horns i cant give you an answer #i thought it looked cute and would be something velvette would do lmao

[canisalbus]

Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

-

I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

#its was so sweet to sit near him #to look at him #for two nights already we have been saying “thou” to each other #answered #alphaori #the pet name game is strong #my angel #my meek one #my savior #my darling #my precious tender flower

[muzzleroars]

So... Fallen Gabriel without the helmet?

OK SO i've been playing around with overhauling my helmetless gabe design in order for him to be more cherubic and just solidify a more definitive look in general. so for groundwork, this is the design i currently have:

gabriel and the other three archangels are unique cherubs in that they manifest one face at a time and they each have a predominant forme that together make up the tetramorph. gabriel's default is the eagle as he is the divine messenger, but he is capable of shifting between all four faces as shown. the divine fire that burns over all of his head is opalescent and i've kept the idea that it would slowly spread to his entire body if not tempered under his helmet. the eyes of the faces are like obsidian, containing deep reflects of fire much like the eyes that cover his wings being gem-like and full of living flame.

however, after he falls, that fire goes out and the solid light that makes up his head melts into a bone-like casing

his head is now "petrified", the feathers and barbs frozen stiff and the flesh of his head resembling cooled magma. the open cavity is empty, prominently displaying the light that's been taken from him (and could be reached into infinitely..............v1 tries it). gabriel doesn't remove his helmet for some time after falling, eventually asking v1 to look upon him first before he does himself.

#ALL still subject to tweaking but this is much closer to my headcanon now i think #SORRY i bring rainbows wherever i go lol #thank u anon for making me finally sit down and sketch these out!!! #again too i think v1 saw his angelic face once before he died #and upon seeing his face after he falls #probably tells him it's 'much easier to look at' lol #cake answers #doodle tag #gabriel #fallen gabriel #rise and fall au

[automatic-midnight]

Episode 13: Lilliputian Hitcher

#evangelion #ritsuko akagi #misato katsuragi #nge #the Eva episode of all time #the juxtaposition of Misato and Ritsuko arguing about how the handle the angel in the previous scene to them together here #Like Misato calls Ritsuko out for never relying on anyone or asking for help in the last scene and in this scene Misato is helping Ritsuko #the implication being that Ritsuko does ask Misato to help her or Misato forced her way in and Ritsuko let her join her in MAGI #the ​close proximity in a cramped space that is essentially the soul/brain of your mother #the two of them working in tandem with Misato reminiscing on their college years years #ritsuko answering misatos questions and willingly devulging likely classified information is in sharp contrast to the coming episodes #the entire scene feels very intimate and is a great look at their relationship when they don’t have to have their walls up #neon genesis evangelion #this single Misato and Ritsuko moment is better and more showing of their relationship than the entirety of their interactions in the #rebuilds

[sunforgrace]

he sat there on the ground and cried. for cas. cas told him he loved him was taken away and he buried his head in his hands and wept

#AND THEN THEY TRIED TO PRETEND LIKE IT WAS FINE? and after the widower arc #it wasn’t even as nearly fucked then this time all their friends got thanos snapped and we don’t even get canon confirmation that they were #brought back. even with covid not even a vo or offhand mention or reference #jack is god and in every drop of rain or whatever. #sure yeah whatever they beat the final boss and got over the protagonist angst of it all but the world was still the same it just wasn’t a #chuck story which only ramped up to being The Big Problem in the season 14 finale. #cas was stabbed by an angel blade and dean broke while wrapping his body for the funeral pyre. ALONE. and was. not doing well #and you tell me it’s whatever after he sat there in that dungeon refused to answer sam’s calls and cried during the complete and total end #of the world. that he just bounced back from that and died and drove around heaven for decades in a few minutes and smiled while americana #electric guitar played on some bridge #cas helped oh that’s nice I guess smile now I have GOT to go drive my car around. because I did not get enough of that in my time on earth. #unlike my time with cas which I am satisfied with and in no need of closure. perhaps a conversation. looking upon him to see him alive and #well. healing some of that trauma of the last time I saw him. a reunion hug maybe even which has become tradition. CUT THE CAMERAS deadass #he’s going for the face touch. no this we cannot possibly have time for we have to play carry on wayward son twice #sorry. it has been three years. sorry. it’s just so funny buddy your ass did NOT escape the hamster wheel

[absurdumsid]

So horrorpills has guide sans... How about angel with Juniper?

i think this is the actual final design for these guys now

Angel! and Keeper! Sans belong to me !

side note i dont mind my characters being shipped with others', do whatever u want lol <- person who shipped HP with Mori the moment he was introduced

#underangel #angel sans #keepertale #keeper sans #undertale au #sans au #sid art #sid ocs #sid answers #looking for a font for them was so difficult because it had to be similar enough to blend together #why do i torture myself with this

[madcat-world]

Looking for Answers - Irina Nordsol Kuzmina

#Looking for Answers #Irina Nordsol Kuzmina #fighters #ruins #wings #angels #blood #fantasy art #digital art

[burning-fcols]

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」 #hells-fvry #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Husk 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Husk 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[saintungodly]

*puts on Akiangel tinted glasses*

Thinkin about how Makima’s power is most effective on people who think that they are beneath her. And Angel was likely so easily influenced by it bc he thought Makima was above him - for lots of reasons I won’t list, but, I was thinking, what if part of it was because (and maybe I’m going out on a limb here)

Because Aki liked her instead of him? 🙃

#akiangel #i just cant help feel like angel doesn't look very happy about that answer in these panels 🫠 #maybe is a reach #angel devil #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #csm #csm part 1

[moemoemammon]

Pls show mc 👉 👈 🥺

Say hello to Angel, the selectively mute he/she/they named for the irony. They're here to take names and melt hearts.

Lucifer finds them pleasantly obedient. They're tend to keep out of trouble, and seem to have no problem following his rules. A quiet human who makes no trouble for the exchange program is a good human.

Lucifer finds them pleasantly obedient. They're tend to keep out of trouble, and seem to have no problem following his rules. A quiet human who makes no trouble for the exchange program is a good human.

Mammon thinks they're a weirdo. Who the hell's that quiet ALL the time?? No human he's ever met, that's for sure. Calls em names, is generally an asshole until he catches his first glimpse of that gentle smile, and a soft hand lays atop his own. Oh no... his kokoro...

Levi didn't pay them any mind to start. He's slowly worn down since Angel's not going since they're a semipermanent member of the household. He soon find that they actually watch and read the stuff he recommends! And they don't complain when he rambles on and on for hours. Maybe they're not so bad..?

Satan wants to put them under a microscope and figure out what makes em tick. He’d originalen assumed they were just scared into submission considering they'd been teleported to hell, but he can't help his fascination when he sees the shift in their expression the moment they think they're alone. He'll take his time peeling that mask off to see what's underneath.

Asmo is initially interested in Angel's looks, as you'd expect. They'd make a good pair, right? That's what he figured, but the human doesn't give him the time of day! They're always so nice to everyone, but Asmo wants a little more than that! What's he to do to get Angel's attention?

Beel might not be the most observant, but he can feel something's a little off about this human. He can't quite put his finger on it though, and doesn't know why he really cares. Maybe they became close because of all those lunches Angel puts in his school bag, who knows. Either way, Beel's invested enough to worry about them, and seeks the advice of his brothers about it.

Belphie wants to fuckin kill them lmao. To think this human named ANGEL of all things has all of his brothers wrapped around their pretty little finger without uttering a word. So what if their touch is gentle, and their gaze sweet enough to make you cry? So what if their subtle, loving gestures never cease to soothe the heart? He'll definitely get rid of them the moment he gets out of the damn attic-

#obey me mc #hehe #daikon's ocs #angel real not clickbait #ask me questions I wanna answer everything teehee #also what if i offered comms that look like this #daikon art

[girlandherfandom]

Frank during Vampires, mcrla5

#You are so adorable #Pocket-size man #Guess who is he looking at #MCR Los Angeles #MCR LA #MCRLA #MCRLA5 #My Chemical Romance #My Chem #MCR #MCR 2022 #MCR 22 #Frank Iero #Vampires Will Never Hurt You #I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love #If your answer to the 3 tag is Gerard then you are right #Frnk #Iero #Vampires #IBYMBYBMYL #Bullets #LA5 #MCR Return

[phykoha]

I saw that your ask box was getting flooded with requests for cuddles, so I decided to give the hugs that YOU deserve, with Ripped AU Raph and Mona! Stay hydrated, I hope you feel less stressed soon!

HJGAFJHJFSFJDSFHSJD TEZZZ

AUUEUEIUUAYRUARUAUEAEU YOU'RE SO SWEET BESTIE THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR RAPH AND MONA SM THEY ARE VERY CUTE WAAAHH

#blah blah blah #inbox answer #angel the sona #guh your art is so cute waaahhhhh #everybody LOOK at it

[muzzleroars]

Just stumbled into the fallen Gabe/risen v1 au yesterday and I’m already obsessed with it. I’m so fascinated by this world that has outlasted its creator and purpose. It’s decaying despite its best efforts to preserve its current state and it’s in dire need of renewal but despite all the horrible things life continues. there’s still beautiful moments and things and the world keeps going the best it can. And it’s beautiful despite everything.

Also hehe fluffy Gabe go brrrrrr

Also also I never thought I’d ever be sympathizing for Lucifer but. Here I just want him to have… I don’t even know… freedom, reconciliation with the other angels, *something*, anything would be better than just leaving him at his current state.

THANK YOU,,,,,i really just enjoy the idea that ultrakill presents as a narrative, the whole concept of an automated world, run by constructs meant only to perform work for their now dead creators. the machines are obvious, running on deteriorating code and long defunct programming, but the angels are almost their mirrors - made only to serve, they now keep running infinitely without direction on the tracks they were placed. perhaps there was something like political ambition in the council, but still all they tried to do was reinstate god's power as their own, never dreaming of another structure. hell too continues on in its evil purpose, too far gone into itself, its cruelty, to ever imagine anything else even without that threat of god. and while i like the idea of this burning itself out, reduced to ash as all the mechanisms finally return to dust and gabriel, alone in defying it, burns out brilliantly with it....i also like exploring an alternative in this au. the alternative of....no more gods, no more direction. just a world created and the few left in it continue on after all the loss, the damage, the pain. there is no plan, not by god or humanity, instead just beings made only to serve living on without purpose, but in some hopeful way. that they are no longer bound, that the whole of reality is now wild and free and unpredictable and they all shape what it is around them. how v1 can think back so long ago to what it discussed with mirage, and believe it's carrying that through now - to live, just to live, without fear of what it means. because it means nothing...and that's a good thing.

i know i've said it a million times but i just can't keep myself from a happy ending, and i definitely feel the same about lucifer - he's kind of the final piece of the puzzle here, the first victim of god's hatred the last to be released, and so the world is freed of god's rule at last. he too, is the last bit of god's original fire and eventually, as things settle, he is sort of looked to by the archangels in some kind of quiet expectation. he is something of a relic, yet he is also the one that has lived all these eons without god - in his place in hell and only his, the light of god had fully filtered out, yet now it can only come from him. so in his freedom he walks in a godless world, meaning to see to the ones left behind, the damned, the fallen, man's own machines...and, in some part, the angels abandoned too. lucifer doesn't believe in leadership, holding every being's autonomy in the highest regard, yet he is still abounding with advice in world left so adrift. he refuses to direct, he will take no kingship of a world finally so free, instead just whispering his wisdom and singing for hell in the most rapturous, beautiful voice god had ever produced. to hear him now is to hear echoes of god's own voice, as close as any could ever come and live to recount it, but filled with what lucifer is - primal, agonized, yet overfilling still in all the love he was made in. he looks after all of his people from afar, never intruding on their lives and their works so they can direct themselves but he is always willing to be sought out if they are in need of counsel only he can provide.

#lucifer is very careful to never take a guiding role #in his paradise everyone is their own and he must tread carefully #given his closeness to god and what he once was #the closest he comes is his harboring of the fallen angels once bound to him #but then he just eases them into living on their own terms #ANYWAYS.....thank you very much ;o; #i know i write a TON about this au so it means....a ridiculous amount that you looked through it!!! #cake answers #lucifer #rise and fall au

[mustangs-flames]

Do the mimic’s true forms have fur? I remember one time you said that mimic!Cesar’s hair fluffs up when he gets scared, so I was curious if that would mean that he had(and somewhat still has) fur.

It's not fur, but it's not skin either. It's sort of elasticated and if you were able to touch it you'd never be able to really feel the texture because your arm (or any limb you touch it with) immediately becomes numb with pins and needles. Mimic!Cesar's ability to fluff up his hair in response to threats is more reflective of how flexible his true form is, as it constantly shifts and moves in any and all directions, especially when showing aggression.

#hail true body #mustang answers! #htb mimics #htb mimic!cesar #i say 'if you were able to touch it' because much like angelic true forms mimic true forms are horrifying and often cause the person- #looking at it to lock up in fear. much like mark did when he saw m!cesar and the deer in the church

[ambigrueity]

OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD

TWISTED WONDERLAND MANGA SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

GUYS GALS AND NB PALS:

TREY MOTHERFUCKING CLOVER

#ohhhhh my god #oh fuck #what the fuck #hes so pretty #he’s so fucking pretty #he looks like a fallen angel #he looks like gods temptation #i will never recover #i could write lines and lines of poetry about this #he is the moment #trey simps are eating well tonight #my cry for content was answered #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst trey #this is all ive ever wanted #trey clover #hi trey~ #there he is! #my favorite white boy #i dream of kissing him under the moonlight while discussing the color changing properties of flammable salts #twst manga spoilers #twst manga

[burning-fcols]

"You are nothing without me!" ( ValAngel ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Things never should have escalated this far... Normally, Angel would be begging Valentino to calm down. Apologizing, appeasing, ANYTHING to ease the moth's fiery temper into a more controllable flame. One not at risk of incinerating him should the other man see fit. Yet since the incident in the club— the spark starting even before that, if Angel is being honest —the air has been tense between the two. Thick with words left unspoken and echoing with the venomous ones that HAD. Both men stuck in a silent understanding that things aren't over... not by a long-shot.

Yet neither willing to be the first to openly-acknowledge it.

Instead, Angel had been worked to exhaustion and then some. Decorated with all manners of bruises and fluids— some speckles of pink blood intermingling with the cum still caked onto his fur —the star looked about ready to collapse for the past few hours... Which must make it even MORE infuriating that the only reason he's on his knees now is because the moth had struck him, Angel stubbornly refusing to let his legs buckle until forced. Coughing violently, air knocked from his lungs as earlier events are faced ( thin thread finally snapped once they were alone ) Angel spits some blood onto the carpet before wiping at his mouth with an arm.

Breathing heavily, bleary gaze fixates on the moth looming above. Angel's head still swimming from the strike. Despite the ringing in his ears, Val's words chime clear as ever. Only this time, Angel's retort cuts through JUST as loudly. ❝ Then why don' ya get rid of me?! ❞ Shocked by his own question ( not the concept, but by being foolish bold enough to voice it ) Angel doesn't let this show. Sitting on the ground— lip split but voice strong, Angel not having been allowed any drink or drug on set today —the spider hastily spats, ❝ If I'm really so WORTHLESS— If this is all only 'cause of you, then jus' find some new slut off th' street an' do it again! ❞

Weakly trying to stand, Angel falls forward a bit as his legs give way. Voice shaking as much as his body, he tries again. ❝ I'm sick of it... I'm sick of you tellin' me I'm special— tellin' me I matta' one minute an' then sayin' I'm SHIT th' next. Bein' so goddamn POSSESSIVE, like ya can't even stand otha' people lookin' at me... an' then actin' like I'm jus' a dime-a-dozen whore ta you. ❞ Switching between condemning and something akin to a deep-seated HURT, Angel doesn't let himself dwell too deeply on it. Unsure what he's even looking for anymore aside from an answer...

Blinking back tears, Angel refuses to let them fall just like he refuses to let his knees give way. Standing in front of the moth, the spider looks as though a stiff wind could knock him over... but he's STANDING. ❝ So which is it? Eitha' I'm everythin' or I'm nothin'— but ya can't have it BOTH ways. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #(( .... *sets this down* )) #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Valentino 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ; ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Valentino 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」