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iwozlegit · 14 hours
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The differences between TFP and Earthspark Optimuses are sooooooo fucking funny. TFP OP is burdened with "I've never seen Prime laugh, cry, or lose his cool," he responds to "Hey Optimus you wanna see something funny?!" with the numbest dead-eyed Eeyore "No," he's just generally Haunted and Stoic every waking moment
Then we have Chuckles McGee with his looney toons ass face winking and making finger guns and giggling nervously and spamming the group chat with emojis and cracking jokes and making "graphic design is my passion" self-help pamphlets
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iwozlegit · 15 hours
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i haven't finished anything in awhile but maybe y'all will enjoy some of my sketches?
op is very shaped and very fun to draw but also difficult. i've done a lot of screenshot studies attempting to understand his anatomy
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iwozlegit · 15 hours
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HELLUVA BOSS SPOILERS
Just finished watching the new season 2 trailer
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Is that Blitz’s FUCKING mother?!
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iwozlegit · 2 days
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The Radio Demon™️?
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More like…
The
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Cockblock
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King™️
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TLDR: Alastor fucking KNOWS, y’all.
Bambi looking ass with his eyes dilated at Angel all sweet and innocent when he’s just “you ain’t slick-ed” Husk.
He was taking notes on that balcony with Niffty fr.
Alastor doesn’t ship HUSKERDUST confirmed
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iwozlegit · 2 days
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Helluva Boss /// Hazbin Hotel spoilers!
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So, we’re out here dying for a new Helluva Boss episode, and they give us a gorgeous Helluva Short of Millie and Sallie May?!
…entitled Helluva Shorts 1…
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…Helluva is short for Helluvaverse…and Helluva Boss is referenced at the end of the above title …
…does…
…does this mean…
…we might get a ‘Helluva Shorts 2 // Hazbin Hotel Edition?’…
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iwozlegit · 2 days
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Love love love this idea!
I kinda feel like it’d be a situation that blurs into a date? Sort of how they trash up those loan sharks and then drink together at the bar? Wait this is a date? Ok this is a date, situation
I feel like whatever it is, if Husk was the planner, it would be something that Angel would never think of and is really mesmerised by. Something small to start and then the dates get more obvious and heartfelt.
I’m talking Jazz bars, dancing, all those secret places Husk knew from his Overlord days where he knows all the secrets passageways to sneak in. Maybe even like a visit to Loo Loo World, and Husk wins Angel this fucking ugly teddy bear but Angel is smitten with it.
What do you guys think Angel and Husk would genuinely do for their first date?
My guess is like a secret picnic or something. Like hear me out, edge of Pride, there’s a small scenery that isn’t absolutely disgusting and Husk plans a small picnic with a charcuterie board and wine, they both have matching outfits and they just watch the skyline..
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iwozlegit · 2 days
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My holy trinity is completed now djdj
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iwozlegit · 3 days
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|| 🍍• Hear me out…imma call it…
You know how Jason Griffith was back in the studio in January, and David Humphrey looked to also be in the studio recently with a Shadow the Hedgehog picture??
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Imma call it…
We’re getting this scene in Sonic 3
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Think about it
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iwozlegit · 3 days
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This just in, Tails has proven himself to be a Sonadow shipper
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FUCKIN-A LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Tails Tube—Making Amends
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iwozlegit · 4 days
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|| 🍍• Why are we sleeping on ‘Amazing Grace’ as a song for Huskerdust?
Think of the drama! Think of the pizazz! Think of the lyrics! Think of that juicy confession scene™️!
‘Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch, like me?!
I once was lost?!?!
But now I’m found?!?!?!
Was blind but now I see?!?!?!?!?!’
Specifically this version by Celtic Woman™️, but I’ve listened to this 4 times over and now I’m out here - completely sane - plotting an endgame big, glamorous wedding scene fic, jfc help me!
Should I talk about this more and/or write this?? Would anyone read this?!
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iwozlegit · 4 days
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AU where marriage is like a soul-exchange sort of thing. I mean, who else would you want to keep your very essence and guard it with their everything??? And in return you do the same??? But your chosen spouse?
But yeah, this opens up some ideas for that yearning angst. The bone deep want that both Husk and Angel would have, but could never fulfil, because their souls aren't thiers. Regret burning in them at the fact their vices lead them down their paths in This Order. Why could they have not met before they lost everything? Why did it all have to happen this way? And not the other way around?
Maybe they wouldn't have worked, if that were the case. They're losers, after all. They work because they know more than anyone else how well and truly Fucked they actually are in the grand scheme of things. They know the ache, that twisting, writhing thing they both have burning holes in them that is never satisfied, never content, never still
But they propose anyway. It's either one of those cute, messy affairs where one of them drops to their knee and when the other catches on they start cry-laughing before dropping down with thier own ring box in hand OR
I imagine Husk takes the leap. I feel like he would just... want that with Angel. Yaknow? Even if it's only them who know. Even if it's just ceremonial. Even if it's just an inside joke--
He proposes with a modest princess cut stone set in gold. It's the same shade of champagne Angel's cheeks turn when he laughs. Like, really laughs. And the inscription inside reads something like 'Your Forever Loser' or some other poetic shit
Angel hadn't even considered it as an option. Not for him. People like him don't get to have that happy ending. They don't get the picket fence and the doting husband. They don't get that kind of stability, or contentment, or any kind of feeling of fucking safety.
But
But him and Whiskers...
They're doing it. Or something like it, at least. They're safe with eachother. They keep eachother grounded. Sane. When the nights are long and the chains are cripplingly heavy they know they can fall into one another and just be. Just for a little while.
And Angel wants that forever
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iwozlegit · 5 days
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Poorly made doodle I was planning on just keeping to myself and friends but im in a sonadow mood so fuck it ploft here take this
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iwozlegit · 6 days
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|| 🍍• Safe to say I have successfully secured my friends tickets aboard the Hazbin Hotel train, in carriage ‘Huskerdust.’
I’m a good friend spoon feeding them all the pre-established fan theories, foreshadowing and fic concepts 🤲🏼🥹
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good shit.
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iwozlegit · 8 days
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wish i had something to live for tomorrow
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iwozlegit · 9 days
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Anyways…
Husk Foxy Grandpa Supremacy™️, I guess????
Angel totally didn’t sabotage his tophat so he’d have to wear this one to hide his raggedy ass hair
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iwozlegit · 9 days
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|| 🍍• Could you imagine being all geared up to watch, laugh, and love on-screen Huskerdust only to get fucking La La Land-ed with a fucking unexpected plot twist that they’re seemingly made for each other but something changes and we then see them meeting each other years later?
Concept/image/mini-fic in more detail below ⬇️
Angel Dust is free of Val and visiting a bar which just so happens to have a certain cat, still chained to his master, tickling the ivories to a small bar crowd.
The sweet sombre melody of Loser, Baby floats around the bar, an unusual air in a Hell nightclub.
Angel, in his own little world, settles by the bar and orders his drink. A classic Sex on the Beach. A usual of his. Though, upon tasting it, it’s not massively to his tastes, and he opts to twirl it before his eyes wondering how and why they haven’t tasted like the dreamy ones of his memories.
Trapped in the midst of his recollections, Angel begins swaying along to the bar’s live music, feeling a welcoming warmth wash over him after a long day.
And slowly, very slowly, Angel begins to awaken to the warmth of the melody - it’s familiar. It’s personal. The feeling reminds him of coming home. And all at once, the cogs finally find their rhythm, and the reflections illuminated on his glass cast a vista he never thought he’d see again.
There he is. After all this time. After everything. There. He. Is. Tickling the ivories in a dingy dive bar to the notes of their song, and serenading sinners to the ode of them. Of everything they were. Of everything they almost became.
Eventually, Angel brings himself to turn around and behold the cat for himself; lower hands coming together to fidget as they always did as his upper hands endeavour to steady themself around the stem of the forgotten drink.
He should leave, he thinks. He hates how that is his first thought upon seeing Husk after so long. Pay up quietly, discreetly, and walking straight back up the stairs to the street. He knows in that moment at least that he’s changed from who he once was upon arrival to Hell, and, later to the hotel. He doesn’t have to pretend about anything, he tells himself. He’s not about the pretending lifestyle anymore, right?
Half settled on his decision, he downs the sugary beverage as he stands - striving to convince himself the building burn in his throat is just the drink and nothing more - and places the cash plus change to a little too harshly onto the bar.
The coinage rattles, spilling in all directions, and Angel fumbles and curses to catch the bits that clatter to the floor.
It takes him far longer to pick up that which has been spilled. He hates that. He hates how the music stills prematurely to a stop, and he hates how his eyes begin to burn in sync to the discomfort of his throat. He hates how he feels the bar looking even though they likely aren’t, and he hates how of all the eyes he’s convinced are staring, there’s only one that overpowers them all.
Swallowing around the unease, Angel stands, placing the change onto the bar with a silent “sorry,” and moves slowly towards the exit.
The eyes follow him. Their warmth blessedly familiar. A small part of Angel wishes they hadn’t. A much larger part relaxes against their power, mesmerising and strong, but not forceful. They never had been. Not so long ago, yet long enough potentially forget, those eyes had skilfully unravelled him with a care that help ignite a sense of urgency within him to change. The final straw on the camel’s back some would say. The catalyst.
His catalyst.
Angel stifled a sob as he paused at the stair’s handrail, or was it a laugh? He told himself it was a laugh and smiled around the spikiness of the unusual happy sadness.
After all this time. After everything. Angel was happy to say goodbye again. Because it wasn’t really a goodbye. It was also a hello.
And reassured, he turns, and he smiles, hoping it’s convincing even though he knows his cheeks are damp.
So many words.
So many memories.
So many what-could-have-been scenarios swirling amongst the thick air.
Husk merely blinks at him, finally acknowledged. And then, like heaven in hell, Husk smiles. His ‘Angel’ smile. That soft, gentle lidded sort of smile that enlarged the heart details above his brows and etched the motions of his crusty old heart for all to see. Ever the respectful Husker, man of honour and integrity that warmed Angel in ways no hands or bodies ever could, and likely never would.
How lucky he’d been. How happy he’d been.
They hold the look for longer than they should have, this they both know…
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…And then Angel Dust leaves, smiling as their song picks up again to serenade wayward sinner couples, who were none the wiser that two passing ships reunited for one last time…
How beautiful life could be…even in death.
(Should I like actually write this in more detail and post it? Would anyone even read something like this??)
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iwozlegit · 10 days
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Incorrect Huskerdust quotes
(Realistically the canon confession we’re gonna get)
Husk: Angel, you remember when we had that chat at the bar and agreed we were better off as friends?
Angel: (naked in Husk’s bed) Can’t say I remember that one…
Husk: (midway through taking his clothes off) Fuck... Me neither.
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