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which would he do first: milk or cereal?

also, whats his favorite pizza

*head in hands* dust,,, sammsn,,,,

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if we didn’t pick niffty, she’d shove the other character out of the cannon and climb in there herself.

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An angel’s wings

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Niffty scared the shit out other characters:

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A shrine for Sir Pentious himself for the sacrifice he made for the Hazibin Hotel. 🫡

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im crying. what have you done.

Hello huskerdust fans. Would you like to be sad

Anyway. Imagine Angel coming back from another bad day at the studio, worse off than he typically is. Husk tries to help him, but Angel isn’t really having it because of the shit mood he’s in. Husk tries to reach out to him anyway, trying to get Angel to talk and reminding Angel that his soul is owned too, he understands, and Angel snaps at that

Because Husk doesn’t understand. Angel goes through Hell on a daily basis, used and abused until he has nothing to give and then some, and Angel doesn’t even see Husk and Alastor talk to each other. Angel’s autonomy has been ripped to shreds and he feels so fucking used and disgusting with no way to escape, and all Husk has to do is play fucking bartender.

Angel snaps. He yells all this at Husk, flailing his arms around and screaming, finishing it off with stomping into Husk’s personal space and shoving him by the shoulders for good measure-

And Husk flinches. He cowards and holds his arms over his face, trying to protect himself from a blow he’s certain is going to come.

And when Angel realizes his mistake, it’s too late. Husk sees an out from the threat, and he runs off, leaving Angel with entirely new information.

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[During a meeting about Charlie’s latest Hotel Plans]

Angel Dust: *taps with his heel*

Alastor: *taps on table with claw*

Vaggie: Stop that!

Alastor: Stop what?

Vaggie: You’re talking about me in Morse Code!

Alastor: Yes, that’s what we’re doing.

Angel Dust: Yeah, cause in my limited free time. I learned a very outdated and very old form of communication, just so I could talk to Smiles about you in front of you.

[Later to Husk]

Alastor: that’s exactly what we did.

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Blake doing his Angel Dust voice with lines he remembered doing for his audition 😭

(Live-streamed by Lindquist4444 on Twitter at the LvL UP event)

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I feel like I don’t say this enough, but

FUCK!! FUUUUCK FUCK FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!

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clark reupload

edit: forgot the sweater comic

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Charlie the type of girl to get insulted and say "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

Vaggie the type of girl to practice arguments with the shampoo bottles in the shower.

Angel the type of guy to nonchalantly put his rose toy in the table when he's looking for something in his purse.

Niffty the type of girl to put spoons in the freezer when someone has a sun burn, and then slap their back really hard so their skin comes off.

Husk the type of guy to only wear glasses when reading the newspaper. With a pipe in his mouth.

Sir, pentious the type of guy to go fishing and catch a boot.

Cherri, the type of girl to say "If my dog had a face like yours, I'd shave its arse and teach it to walk backwards."

Lucifer the type of guy to run away and forget his has his floating in the air, then reach back and grab it.

Alastor the type of guy to float into the air when he smells a dead body.

Carmila the type of girl to say "It's dangerous to go alone. Take this." When selling her weapons.

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作業中に髪括ってるとこ見たい

#people are simping over this snake man and i’m just here thinking “oh its the guy!!! hi guy!! :D” completely platonically #but we can all agree he’s adorable right?

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Don't forget that by clicking the link every dat, you can help Palestinians

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Petition to refer to TERFs as FARTs, which stands for Feminist Appropiating Reactionary Tranaphobe

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you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.