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Probably one of the most normal t-shirts I'll create now that I have access to a cutting machine. It was kind of a lazy conversion from one of my old embroidery files, eh heh.

Behold, its imperfect basis! Kinda never got the stitching to work properly, come to think of it.

#earth defense force #HTV #crafts #EDF

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"Help me..."

Someone needed to test some random HTV so, uh, this happened. Angel may look slightly shocked due to being mildly radioactive. Didn't expect him to glow in the dark! Neat!

I think he looks pretty good considering I freehanded him, which I do not recommend 'cause like two attempts at mouths pinged off to god knows where and a cat sat on and subsequently lost his original eyes.

#hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #htv

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Musings of a Depressed Pet Owner

It's kinda rough, but it's something? No warnings necessary, just a ruminating spider and some coarse language.

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The wearied creaking of the spider-like demon's apartment door was a fitting mirror to his present state of being. While night and day held little meaning in Hell, the nights were always, always long for Angel Dust. Being a consummate entertainer pretty much guaranteed a packed schedule for one reason or another. An over-long practice session nailing his pole work had left him mostly dead on his feet, so to speak, but it'd pay off later and give his boss one less excuse to breathe down his neck.

Like clockwork, the soft tippity-tap of hooves on the aged floorboards announced the presence of one of the few entities in this shitty place that didn't piss him off. He'd barely had time to collapse upon his modest sofa and start peeling off his thigh-highs before the familiar nudging at his ankles started up. With an exaggerated sigh, his long frame bowed just enough for him to reach down and pick up the little pink pest.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Daddy missed you, too, Nuggs. You been good, right?"

The piglet's shiny black eyes blinked at him uncomprehendingly. Fat Nuggets was many things but a great conversationalist wasn't one of them. Still, another nudge of the tiny boar's head into Angel's hands spoke of what he wanted. Rubs. Not in a position to argue, the spider snickered to himself, scratching beneath the ham's ears. If only half the assholes in his life were so easily pleased…

Nuggs was more than just a pet to him; the little cutie was a lifeline, a metaphorical tether keeping him from drifting further into the abyss. He had to be some degree of functional to look after the little guy or, on his worst days, find someone else who could. The list of people he trusted with that was shorter than a spent cig and lighting it up too often risked it burning away to mere flakes.

Without him around, the sweet little ham had no clear future outside of a butcher's front window. To much of the world a Hell boar's value was only by the pound, chopped and packaged and sold as so much meat. Nuggets wasn't precious to them, just a product to be purchased and consumed and reduced to shit.

Such seemed to be his own fate and probably explained part of his attachment to the tiny sweetheart. In death as in life, his value only came from selling himself, either for dirty work or his body. Bitterly, he reflected that the major difference between the two of them was how quickly the process would kill them.

While it was decades too late to pull his mangled soul from the system that'd so eagerly crushed it, he'd done alright so far in sparing his baby. Fatty wouldn't thank him, couldn't thank him in words but that was fine. Seeing that little round face waiting for him after a tough shift eased the pain a bit. Yeah, it wasn't enough to make him forget like a good belt of powder did, but the warmth didn't evaporate and leave him trembling and sick to his stomach a few hours down the line.

His baby needed him.

Yet… he couldn't help feeling like he was failing. Yeah, Nuggets didn't go hungry but paying attention to the little porker was another matter altogether. Sometimes he'd be too exhausted or strung out to acknowledge the nudges of the piglet's muzzle, the soft appeals to get up and play. Usually he'd at least reach out a shaky hand to stroke his pet, brokenly mumbling how it was okay, that it was alright, and draw the tiny thing close to his body.

Other days, he just… couldn't, keeping the door shut tight between himself and the boar. He didn't always trust himself not to lash out with his misdirected anger and frustration. He didn't want his precious baby to see his makeup running as he cried.

Two meaningless existences stuck in the same bleak reality, but he wanted at least one of them to be happy. 

It sure as fuck wasn't going to be him.

#fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #fat nuggets

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Oh, hi (again?!)

Not pictured: payment for services rendered.

... What? Hugs ain't free, neither are head-pats.

#animation #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #craft gremlin

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Oh, hi.

Needs work but the craft gremlin NEEDS PETS like, pfft, months ago. Fuck cleanup, I wanted something cute.

#animation #work in progress #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #craft gremlin #I NEED THIS OKAY

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Mood

Should've gone up last night but, well, I dislike new years in general.

... Don't read into the cliff too much. Wanted the tail to show up and dangling it was easiest.

#New Years 2023 #drawing #digital art #craft gremlin

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A dozy moth got into the candy. Again.

#stellar #drawing #moth demon #klug #oh god it's almost January how did this happen

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Someone may have gotten infected with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, may be on a high dose on antibiotics and might be mostly unconscious for a bit. Welp.

... Dude, I kinda had this for nearly three months, it's an accomplishment to not be in the hospital or dead.

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Finally somewhat happy with my dumb gremlin.

So, um, I've been hard to find since September. Kinda coping with an inflammatory illness that's yet to be identified. Lupus was mentioned but either mild or something else. Even with steroids it's exhausting, though. I am so behind on everything.

'Taking it easy' pisses me off. I wanna chainsaw something.

#doodle #whining

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It seemed like a good idea at the time and it's not getting any more finished for the foreseeable future. So jealous, Angel makes anything look better and he probably wouldn't shut up about it, either.

#doodle #stellar #hazbin angel dust #halloween 2023 #outfit swap

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Charms! GLITTER! ... Yeah they ain't great, I'm learning so bite me. Making pointless things is a coping mechanism.

#crafts #stellar #arackniss #hazbin angel dust

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Tiny Niss Bros

He's very busy! For reasons! REASONS!

Also I think he hates me. I wonder why.

#arackniss #hazbin hotel #drawing

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Take What You Want- Eden Ants 2007

As far as I know, this is the final album by Eden Ants and any digital promo track were victims of the great Myspace server fiasco. It's a strong sendoff and I'm so glad that I finally got to hear it this year. What's rather depressing is how relevant both Big Bank$ and Preservatives are. Still, it closes on a stubbornly hopeful note (and one that I honestly need r/n).

Track List

Big Bank$

Wear Off of Me

Catcallin'

I Can't Swim

Bones

Preservatives

#Eden Ants #Take What You Want #MAPL

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hole.punch.litter- Eden Ants 2005

The second of the Eden Ants CDs and the only time I've seen anything of theirs on Ebay. It has a different feel from the heavier synth of the original album but it makes sense as they mostly did live shows.

Track List

The View From Here

Moving Out

Advertisements

Some Hope For Us

Karaoke Bar

Circles & Squares

#Eden Ants #hole.punch.litter #visualized.ca #hole punch litter

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This month's been... a thing, so here's a no-effort Stellar as a wing diver because Earth Defense Force. Kinda sick so EDF's been my comfort thing lately.

#doodle

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Fealty

Unfinished thing of Cosmos, Stellar's brother. I wanted to put up something as proof that I'm not dead. The flu shot kicked my butt this year and I've got existential dread over my birthday.

#doodle #moth demon #cosmos

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You didn't want a dime sized Angel Dust? Uh, well... this is awkward.

Someone hasn't used shrink film is a while and inadvertently made a standee fit for a dollhouse. It happens.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust