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carly777sworld · 7 months

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#white feathers #angels are near #angels are protecting you #beautiful angels

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humongouscasheaglebagel · 6 months

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#male cardinal #female cardinal #love is in the air #angels are near #cardinal pair #lovebirds #mate for life

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doodle-empress66 · 3 months

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THE EYES.... THE FUCKING EYES, GUYS AAAAAAAAAAA

#Overlord Angel is just under the surface #OVERLORD ANGEL is nearing.#LET HIM GO FULL DEMON SPIDER #hazbin hotel #animation #helluva boss #vivziepop #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust

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dragon-spaghetti · 29 days

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Omg Hazbin Hotel season 2 poster real?!

(Please click for better quality!!)

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ohvun · 2 months

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D E V I L C H I L D >:D

I just think it'd be cool if her demonia fleur was a lil more grotesque yk?

Got super inspired seeing this post by rly cool @wigglesdtuff about a year ago and finally finished it!!:D

I ended up using a picture of a figurine to get the wings to work better bc I was s t r u g g e l i n g ;-;

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dongslobber · 1 year

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hope this helps

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pinkd3mon · 7 months

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I just wanted an excuse to draw my Galacta with a cape propaganda

#kirby #kots #kirby of the stars #kirby fanart #taranza #galacta knight #i think galacta would look cool with a dimensional cape #and it would be fluffy because of their fluffy wings #i know they're supposed to be an angel but common you cant take galacta bird away from me #im just a lil guy its my birthday #i originally made this for galacta's birthday but i slowed down when it was obvious i was not gonna finish it anywhere near that #taranza is a close friend of galacta knight in my mind and you just have to deal with it #galacta asks taranza where did he get the cape and he's like 'i got it from meta knight!!!'#galacta just looks at him unimpressed #and taranza then admits that he actually asked dedede to secretly ask meta knight and that's basically the same thing #meta knight still isnt used to galacta being not murderous so he won't help them if he can help it #meta knight has trust issues #i promised myself i wouldn't mention meta knight if i didnt draw him but im an unreliable narrator #i think dedede and galacta would get weirdly along #ok im gonna stop bye this is really self indulgent

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canisalbus · 4 months

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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!

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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

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novuit · 7 months

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Here's an absurd amount of drawings I made last week for this year's @hetalia-rarepairweek with my otps <3

(They're all in chronological order ^^)

There's more under the cut 🫶

#hetalia #hws england #hws italy #engita #itaeng #angel pair #asaeng #nyotalia #2ptalia #arthur kirkland #feliciano vargas #my art #this was an excuse to use more colours lol #some aren’t finished so I may repost these seperately in the near future :)#I really wish I posted during the week event but I was so busy :')#I may talk about the culture and folklore one because i never hear anyone talk about it #it's quite obscure

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cieldunoir · 3 months

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THIS IS NOT A RADIODUST POST!!!!

Anywho, these are my babies. My little cutesie demonic overlord daddy and my twinkalicious little itty bwitty pornstar ☺️🖤

(I did not know the last tag is a CORPSE song. But…it works.)

#radio demon #fuck radiodust #stop shipping them #angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #angel dust x husk #angel hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #alastor #radiodust #alastor the radio demon #helluva boss #hot demon b!tches near u!!!

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zep-zep-blog · 3 months

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Vox x fallen angel!gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (but not heart wrenching)

Cw: Fighting, mention of death, threat/mention of killing

☼Divine Intervention☼

Reader is a fallen angel and it takes a near death experience to confess their feelings for Vox.

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You were an angel, a very good one at that. Helping human souls and climbing the ranks, gaining 2 more pairs of wings and becoming a seraphim. All of that made you proud to fly around heaven, greeting new souls and old. But, Sera was weary of you, ofcourse she was, you were exactly like another seraphim centuries ago, outgoing and full of dreams that didn't fit the mold. She feared that you would suffer the same fate and suffer you did..

Sera was right. She knew you were vibrant and had the same hopes of heaven that Lucifer had. She watched you fall just like he did, the title of seraphim torn from both heavenly entities.

The wind howled around you as you screamed, arms out stretched for Sera, Emily, anybody to help you, save you. But, it was too late. Your title, your halo, everything you worked hard for since your death was striped as the sky began to darken to red. Now there you lay, the warm sidewalk of the pride ring. Hell, the one place you forced yourself to hate in fear of falling and yet you fell anyway. Your wings curled around yourself, a small attempt to protect yourself from the sinners walking by. They paid you no mind, like a pebble on the ground. You soon gained the courage to pick yourself up, you looked down at your heavenly clothes that were once glowing and white, but now they were torn and no longer glowing. Your wings were the same, now dirty from laying on the ground. You didn't feel the weight of your halo, figures. You were no longer an angel, a fallen one, the second to fall from grace.

You slowly started to cope with the loss of your title, taking baby steps to fitting in with the sinners around. That's when you met Vox, the tall, tv demon. He didn't see your dreams as a burden or wrench in the gears like Sera or heaven did. He saw them as opportunities for shows, scripts, hell even fashion ideas for Velvette. He offered you a job and place to stay, asking you to be his writer for his channel to broadcast all over Voxtech. That soon created to building blocks of your flourishing relationship, soon you both had child like crushes, but were unable to act upon these feelings. Vox feared that if he opened up, the other overlords would find a weak spot. You never said anything in fear of rejection and hate, surprising how falling from grace can affect you sometimes.

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Extermination day. The most dreaded day in hell. Angels sent from above to exterminate sinners for a day. There Vox sat, reading your text over and over again, 'Be back soon!'. It was sent almost half an hour ago and the security guards were done with waiting, starting to close off the building for the event. He starts to worry, his charismatic mask starting to crack as there was no sign of you.

Meanwhile you were rushing down the streets, hiding and avoiding angels. You couldn't die from them, atleast you thought so, but you didn't want them to see you. They would humiliate you for sure, so you tried your damnedest to get back.

Suddenly a sting cold hits right inbetween your shoulder blades and you fall with a yelp. A smug laugh filled your ears and you knew immediately who was behind the muffle cackle. Lute, an angel that once looked up to had just struck you down.

"Y'know, when I saw you fall I felt bad. The almighty [Name] seraphim, now nothing more than a fly in a spider's trap." Lute spoke, disdain evident in her voice as she dug her foot into your lower back, her spear against your throat. "Just like Lucifer." She spat, applying more pressure, causing you to yelp again.

You tried everything in your power to knock her off, even expanding you wings to try and gain some ground, but she had the upper hand. Both strength and weapon.

"GET OFF THEM!" A shout echoed through the street. You and Lute look up to see Vox, who had slipped out at the last second to find you. As he quickly approached, knocking Lute off of you. He then continued to block her attacks, taking a few hits of her spear. After a few minutes the clock chimed, signaling the extermination to be over. This caused Vox and Lute to freeze, Lute flew off with a scoff and Vox ran to you. He helped you up, bringing his arm to your waist and your arm to his shoulder to help you walk back.

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You sat on the bathroom counter as Vox cursed under his breath at the cuts and scraps on your legs. If only he had been there sooner, kept you inside and not ket you, if only..he had been better. Ofcourse that's what he thought. You're mind raced at what Lute had said, it was exactly what everyone thought of Lucifer. Now it was what everyone thought of you, nothing special, a failure.

The word failure repeated in your head like a broken record, causing tears to well in your eyes. This caused Vox to stop, frozen at the fear that he had dome something wrong.

"What's wrong? Did I apply to much pressure? Did-did I-" He gets cut off by you hugging him, your grip tight as you try not to cry. "Hey..hey, it-it's okay." He akwardly patted your back, he wasn't used to comforting someone, hell he didn't even know if he could.

"I'm so, so, so, sorry.." Sobs fell out of your mouth as you garbled out an apology. Vox was shocked, sure you were angel, but to apologize for nothing that you caused? "Hey. Don't apologize dammit. You did nothing." He said sternly, "But-but I went out.." You rebuttaled, but he was having none of it. He shut you up quickly with a kiss, shocking you, but you didn't complain. You leaned into it to, making out with him, feeling his hands go to your back. You yelp as his hand grazes over the wound inbetween your wings.

"Are you okay?" He breaks the kiss, waiting for your response. "I kinda got..stabbed," You say hesitantly, wiping your tears and sniffling. "YOU WHAT!"

Vox wrapped uo the rest of your wounds, paying extra attention to the stab wound. He placed the last bandage and hesitantly placed a kiss on it, making you shudder. You then noticed the cuts on his arm from the fight and this makes you worry. "You're hurt. Why didn't you tell me?" You ask, grabbing ahold of his arm. "Doll, I'm fine. Just some nicks, they'll heal." He blows your concerns off, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. You huff, "Atleast let me put bandaids on them."

You place bandaids along his arms and hands, giving him a smile when your done. "So..do you want to date me?" He blurted out, finally opening up. This is probably the first time you've seen him. The real him. Not the cocky tv show host, not the power hungry overlord, just him. You smiled and nodded, kissing him.

You two spent the entire night cuddling, your wings wraping around like a blanket. You can and will spend eternity with eachother. And if it weren't for the divine interference of Lute and the extermination you probably wouldn't have confessed your feelings.

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Hope yall enjoyed! ^^

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #gn reader #x reader #Vox x gn reader #near death experience #fallen angel

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dazais-guardian-angel · 8 months

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Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

#bungou stray dogs #seriously call me a clown and point and laugh at me if I'm proven wrong all you want #but I really feel like there's solid evidence for this #either s5 isn't gonna reach 109 at all (but I seriously cannot fathom where you would want to stop before then) or they'll go beyond it #if they really do end it with 109....... well i'll give Bones kudos for having the balls to do that ig lol #maybe i'm underestimating (overestimating???) them idk #also just to clarify I don't wanna make it sound like I think Asagiri let the anime/Bones dictate the manga's pacing #like I'm sure these were his/their (him and Harukawa's) own decisions first and foremost #not that (if this theory is true) the anime had a major impact on how the chapters were split and that it-#-would have been extremely different otherwise #i'm pretty confident in that Asagiri does not do anything with BSD he isn't comfortable with #and he doesn't let anyone tell him how to write his story #I just feel like he worked with Bones to make this near-simultaneous release happen #BUT if this is the case I don't feel like it had any major effect on the writing/final product that is the manga #like the last handful of chapters have been so incredible #so I at least am still perfectly happy lol #(i mean i'm devastated and a nervous wreck but u know 🫡 in a good way lmao)#anyway 110 in two days please let this theory be true because I need some fucking hope already #please let Oda show up as Dazai's guardian angel to help (see what I did there-)#it would be the perfect way to end the collective season that is 4/5 with s4 beginning with Oda and now ending with Oda #Asagiri are you reading me are you picking up what I'm putting down please please a ghost Oda is long overdue please-#Oda Verlaine Adam just GIVE ME SOMEONE ALREADY 😭😭😭#MAYBE EVEN A TASTE OF THE FYODOR BACKSTORY TO TIE INTO HIM BEING IN ANIME UNTOLD ORIGINS. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

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vixien11 · 9 days

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OMG, ANOTHER CHAGGILY PROMPT

Charlie makes breakfast for her girlfriends.

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what, is that to simple?

Nope! I'll find a way to make it interesting >:3 (The soft light of hell's fires peeked into Charlie's room. Emily and Vaggie remained in bed. Vaggie was awake, but too comfortable to move. Emily was fast asleep, her stomach rising and falling as if to the tempo of a slow song. Charlie slipped out of bed and began making breakfast downstairs. Half an hour later, Emily began to stir.) Emily: (Mumbling as her eyes fluttered open) (Yawn) Vaggie: Morning. (Smiled as she gazed upon one of her lovers) Emily: (Soft smile) Morning..!(Looks to her other side, expecting to see Charlie, but she wasn't there) Huh...? Vaggie: (Also noticed the absence of Charlie and sniffed the air. Her nose was greeted to the scent of... syrup?) Oh no. (Jumped out of bed, pulling the groggy Emily along with her) Emily: W-wha..? (She blinked confusedly, still half asleep) Vaggie: (Stormed down the stairs to see a wall of pancakes in the kitchen) Oooh no... (Vaggie's eyes looked at the literal Great Wall of Pancakes in front of her with concern) I let my guard down, and she got carried away again. Emily: (Rubbing her eyes and arching an eyebrow) What? What's going on..? Why are there so many pancakes.. Angel: (Walking in and his eyebrows raised) (Smile) Ohoho! Well, I don't mind if I do! Charlie: (Slips out of the kitchen COVERED in pancake batter and holding a pan) Oh! Good morning, my loves! (Flips pancake) Emily: Wha- What!? Charlie: Oh! I forgot. Em, this is my dads BEST recipe! It's AMAZIIIING~! Emily: ... Should.. I be afraid? Vaggie: (Horrified) Very...

#vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #these bitches gay #hazbin hotel #angel hazbin hotel #charlies angels #chaggie #chaggily #OH NO #OH NO NO NO #WHO LET HER NEAR THE PANCAKE BATTER??

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isbergillustration · 8 months

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Inventing New Genders, If It Comes To That

#ghosts #eldritch angel #gender #illustration #artists on tumblr #fantasy art #painting #acrylic painting #colour pencil #my art #org 4 sale #the blues in the ghosts is weaker than i wanted but eh #if it comes to that hold them close hold them near/tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here #oops this one's sold :)

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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Uhhh… maybe Adam Threatens the baby, then Charlie goes full demon mode. Like Lucifer 2X

oh Adam is already dead as fuck in this au, for me personally, but I think Charlie would be just as happy to gently grip Lute's head in her talon'ed pitch-black demon hands, and softly remind the new leader of the exorcists that she is currently In. HELL. Charlie's domain. threatening the kid of Charlie's girlfriend

Lute: "That child is heaven born- made from angelic steel! They have a divine duty and a calling. They BELONG up in HEAVEN-"

Demon Charlie: "They belong. Where they will be loved. They belong here, in hell, in the arms of the woman who carried them safely off of YOUR battlefield."

Lute: (sneering) "She calls them an 'it' doesn't she? You think SHE can be a mother!?"

Demon Charlie: "I think she lost her wings and eye for valuing the life of child she didn't even know."

Lute: "A demon brat."

Demon Charlie: "I think YOU are the one who would've stuck a blade in that child's heart without even blinking-"

Lute: "Demons and angels are not the same-"

Demon Charlie: "BUT THIS CHILD IS BOTH! Like ME. They're both, and you're looking at them the same way you do you sword."

Lute: "They are a sword of heaven. They have a duty. A duty that's the purpose of all angels. You, princess, don't understand the first THING about being responsible for safeguarding the creation that birthed you-"

Demon Charlie: "FUCK SAFEGUARDING and FUCK YOU!"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Demon Charlie: "I'm SORRY. I'm sorry..... Lute." (releases her) "Go away."

Lute: "What."

Demon Charlie: "Go. Away."

Lute: "I'm not leaving without-"

Demon Charlie: "You're leaving now. You're not, TOUCHING THEM."

Lute: "I-"

Demon Charlie: "And you know what? You're right. Vaggie's more used to carrying a spear than a baby- thanks to the life you gave her- and so WHAT? She sure as HELL cares more about that kid than you EVER could. And it doesn't MATTER if she doesn't know how to be a mother or whatever! She isn't doing this alone. We won't be doing this alone."

Vaggie: "... sweetie? You can swear this one time if you want to. I've got it's ears covered."

Demon Charlie: "Thanks." (to lute) "So fuck off."

Lute: (glances behind charlie, at the rest of the hotel crew huddled around vaggie and the baby)

Lute: "...."

Lute: "Fine. They'll come to me in the end, anyway."

Vaggie: "What do you mean?"

Demon Charlie: "No they won't. Why would ANYONE want-"

Lute: "They will. They have a purpose. All exorcists do- it's why I never had to force any of them to stay, or to kill. It's what they were meant for." (smiles at vaggie) "You felt it, didn't you? Every day down here when you didn't stab one of the demons around you. Every time, when you used to run your spear through another sinner's heart. That-" (points at the baby) "-spear."

Vaggie: "....I know, now, that thinking about it makes me feel sick."

Demon Charlie: (blocking lute's view) "Point at them again and I'll rip your other arm off."

Lute: (ignores her) "Sick, oh I'm sure it doe- sick with what you don't have. You did SO well answering that need, for a while at least. That's why there's a baby in your loving, blood soaked arms at all, remember?"

Angel Dust: (leaning down to whisper at vaggie) "Les jus' kill her. Yeah? Heaven won't miss a piece a work like her."

Vaggie: "We're on thin ice already. If a seraphim joins the next fight..."

Husk: "Fu- OW!"

Niffty: "Shh!" (pokes him again) "No swearing!!"

Cherri Bomb: "I could make it look like an accident. Ten thousand scattered bits of bitc-"

Niffty: (stabs her) "SHH."

Cherri Bomb: "You little-!"

Lute: "Squabbling already? How wholesome. How loving."

Vaggie: "Everyone shut up."

Lute: "That child will hate you."

Demon Charlie: "YOU shut up!"

Lute: "They will hate you, and this place, without even knowing why. The questions will bring them to heaven's gates one day, searching for answers. And I'll be there. Waiting. Waiting to put a blade in their hands- where it belongs."

Demon Charlie: "Then go back there and wait, and have fun waiting FOREVER. Alone."

Lute: "Not forever."

Demon Charlie: "Go."

Lute: "And I won't always be alone." (opens wings) "How about you, though?"

(flies off)

Vaggie: "....she's gonna try again. She's not good at waiting for stuff."

Charlie: "Then we'll tell her to f- to fly off then, too."

Vaggie: "She won't listen."

Charlie: "She will when she's down here. She will when I say so. Okay?"

Vaggie: "....sure, babe."

Cherri Bomb: "Great! Can I try blowing her up next time at least?"

Vaggie: "Seraphim."

Cherri Bomb: "UGHHHH. Maybe Pentious will do it for us, once he finds out about all this."

Angel Dust: "Now THERE'S an' idea! Aw, I almost hope he gets thrown out tryin'... I kinda miss the b... buddy boy."

Cherri Bomb: "Nice save."

Angel Dust: "Thanks."

Husk: "How. Am. I. Supposed. To Talk. Around The... Kid...."

Niffy: "Almost there!!!"

Husk: "If... I... Can't... FFFFF.... Swear."

Angel Dust: "One little BABY word at a time, grumpy cat~"

Husk: (hisses)

The Baby: (wakes up) (starts fussing)

Husk: (hunching down) "I didn't mean to- I didn't-"

Charlie: "Shh it's okay. We know."

Vaggie: (panicking) "Charlie- what do I..?"

Charlie: "Try rocking them. Slowly, okay? Or walking with them. Mom and dad did that with me a lot when I was small."

Vaggie: "Okay- okay...uh..." (gingerly starts pacing)

Vaggie: "H-hey there. Rough start, huh?"

The Baby: (cries harder)

Vaggie: "Yeah. Same, honestly."

Angel Dust: "Welp. Kid's got lungs, ain't they."

Cherri Bomb: "It's good that it's loud. Means it's, like, healthy or whatever?"

Vaggie: "They."

Cherri Bomb: "Oh. Weren't you just calling-"

Vaggie: "I don't know what I'm doing, but I know that's, wrong. Right?"

Charlie: "Well we won't REALLY know until they can talk back and start telling us about themselves-"

Vaggie: "It's wrong talking about them like they're still my stupid weapon."

Charlie: "....Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "Like I've been doing."

Charlie: "No. You haven't. No one who's actually been listening to you would think that. Whatever you say to them, if you say it in the voice you've been using, then..."

Charlie: "...I think they'll understand. I think they'll get it."

Vaggie: (scowling) (tearing up) "Get. What?"

Charlie: "That you're right here for them." (wraps arm around vaggie and paces along with her) "And they're safe."

Vaggie: "....are they?"

Charlie: "With you? Yeah. I know they are."

Vaggie: "How do you-"

Charlie: "You're wings are out, Vaggie. They're been out this whole time."

Vaggie: (tucks wing around charlie) "What if they're not enough?"

Charlie: "Well that's what I'm here for. One pair of horns, one pair of wings... one whole eternity to figure this out. Together." (kisses vaggie's forehead) "I promise, we'll figure this out."

Vaggie: "...."

Niffty: "......."

Niffty: "I think we should name them DEATH RATTLE~"

Charlie: "Ah ha ha! Vetoed."

Niffty: "Awwww, but-!"

Vaggie: "Nope." (clears throat) "Not happening."

Niffty: "It's the PERFECT NAME for a baby! It has a RATTLE in it!"

Husk: "And you want them to grow up with that?"

Niffty: "Booo..."

Angel Dust: "How about-"

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "Toots c'mon! I didn't even-!"

Vaggie: "No."

Cherri Bomb: "TNT? Trini, for short?"

Charlie: "Okay this is-"

Husk: "Brandy."

Vaggie: "Your suggestions are making them cry worse."

Charlie: "Probably not, but still-"

Lucifer: "DUCKY!"

Charlie: "WHOA MOTHER- UNHOLY- DAD!"

Lucifer: (hovering over them and the baby upside down) "They look like a ducky to me!"

Charlie: "Dad...."

Vaggie: "Sir, respectfully..."

Chaggie: "No."

Lucifer: (drooping) "Phooye." (sighs) "Maybe for the next one?"

Charlie: "The next one- the next- the WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "Charlie shh! The baby!"

Lucifer: "Exactly Maggie, exactly! We can keep the name Ducky for when the next one of those comes along~"

#hazbin hotel #chaggie spear baby au thing #charlie morningstar #vaggie #lute hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hasbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #where is alastor????#nowhere fucking NEAR a BABY #......#....Yet

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grimalkinmessor · 9 months

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Mello in his thirties with his hair up all messy and a lil bit of stubble on his chin and a goofy ass pair of reading glasses slipping down his nose but he's still dressed head to toe in leather

#death note #mello #mihael keehl #meronia #bc mello has lil gray hairs that near likes to twirl and say 'we match 💕 a little part of me in you 💗'#thinkin about them growing up together past twenty :')#eventually mello can no longer carry near around without awful back pain so they bought near one of those colorful little platform wheelers #he holds onto mellos many many belts & gets tugged all around their headquarters like an angel king in his chariot w his not so noble steed

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