#angel dust crocodile tears

[chaotic-purple]

Angel’s Mystery Thriller

Charlie: Oh, Angel. You look…different than usual.

Nifty: You look like you’re going to a funeral!

Angel: Close, doll. I’m going a couple blocks over to a hotel to shoot a funeral scene for my new film. In this one, I play a bereaved widower whose husband was just murdered. I’m trying to find the killer…

Husk: That’s actually a pretty decent plot for a porn—

Angel: …by sleeping with all the suspects!

Husk: Ah. There it is.

Extra:

Angel’s outfit for the scene where he finds out his husband has been killed. Yes, he is wearing the viral dramatic pink robe and yes he is literally clutching a strand of pearls.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #Hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel nifty #Angel’s mystery thriller #fake funeral #hazbin art #fanart #Angel dressed like a rich widow / widower #angel dust in fluffy pink robe #angel dust clutching pearls #angel dust acting #angel dust dramatic #angel dust crocodile tears

[lettingtimepass]

Okay, listening to Fall Out Boy's So Much (For) Stardust while thinking about Lokius is fucking trip, but damn, did they get a hold of the Loki Season 2 script when they wrote the Baby Annihilation interlude??

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count Permanent head-cold dreams, awash in your love, falling in and out Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer Orange leaves bore the ones falling off trees The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake Another year fades away Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast Just for a little serotonin Self-sabotage at best, under your spell But you know what they say If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

#you see it right??? #screaming crying throwing up etc #Loki #Lokius #fob lyrics

[tonberry-yoda]

Heya! What about some Angel Dust headcanons or a little fic for being Alastor's daughter (from 10 to 12 years old) and bonding (platonically) over him?? Like following him around the hotel and always trying to hold one of his multiple hands or trying to hug him by surprise, maybe even trying to cook something your dad tought you to try and impress him??? (Maybe even Alastor giving death glares to Angel when your not looking because "Do not dare to impose your sinful toughts over her, Dear Angel")

omg hi!!!! Seriously I LOVE this idea! It reminds me of when I did the Crocodile as a dad writings! I had a lot of fun writing this! Thanks again and stay super hydrated!!!

Alastor as a father and his child bonds with Angel Dust

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 919

Notes - I didnt make the reader the child and instead made the child a little girl per your request! i really like the little twist i did involving the reader, so please enjoy everyone! sending love and hugs as per usual!!! <333

The last person you expected to have a child was the radio demon, Alastor. He was terrifying and seemingly proud of it, so the last thing you expected to see him with was a child. So when you saw a kid running around the happy hotel with little fawn ears and freckles plastered all over her face, you couldn't help but be shocked.

You grabbed the little stinker by the back of her shirt and tilted your head as she giggled at you.

“What are you doing here, kid?” You asked, which made the kid giggle harder.

“I'm hiding from dada!!” The kid laughed and pulled away from you, running off again. But you didn't chase after her, instead, everything came together in your mind.

Deer ears? A little tail? It couldn't be… could it?

You ran to where Alastor was staying and threw his door open. He just turned to you and flashed a crooked smile. “Ah, y/n!! Good to see you! Are you in need of something?” He stood up from his spot and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Uh, kinda,” you grabbed his arm and knocked it away from you. “Do you…” you couldn't believe you were about to ask one of the most gruesome and evil demons if he had… a kid.

“Do I… what?” He tilted his head, his smile dropping slightly.

“Do you have a kid?” You blurted out, now definitely knowing that Alastor had to be the father to that child.

Alastor just laughed. “Was she bothering you? I told her to stay out of trouble.”

Needless to say, you were shocked. “How can someone like… you have a child?” You looked him up and down, noticing every evil feature about this man and still not processing that he has a kid.

“Uh… long story.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We should probably go check on her and make sure she’s out of any trouble.”

He grabbed you by the arm and you really had no choice but to check up on his kid.

As you got to the lobby of the hotel, you immediately heard giggling and found Angel Dust throwing the girl up in the air with all of his arms out in the open.

Alastor forced a smile, wanting nothing more than to tear his child from Angel’s arms. “Ah, Angel Dust,” he said instead as his child turned to him with a smile. “I see you’re taking care of Victoria.”

“Uh… not exactly taking care of,” Angel giggled, poking the girl with all of his fingers, which made her burst into laughter. “I'm not into the whole babysitting thing. She’s the one who came over here and asked to play.”

Alastor shot him a look and leaned down to Victoria, a smile immediately appearing on his face. “Is this true, dear? Did you want to play with Angel Dust?”

Victoria smiled and grabbed her dad’s ears. “Yeah! Angel is so nice!”

Alastor didn't want to admit it was nice to have a babysitter to watch his kid, so instead he just stood up and gave Victoria a kiss on the head. “Promise to not cause any trouble, little demon?”

She giggled and nodded. “I promise, papa! Plus, I wanna show Angel my secret hiding spot.”

Alastor wiped his hands and stood up, looking at Angel with a sharp enough glare to cut him. “Do you promise to behave, Angel Dust?”

Angel saluted at him and giggled to himself. “I promise, Al! Don't worry, sweet Victoria is in good hands.”

Alastor went to walk away, but turned to you. “y/n. Could you make sure they stay out of any trouble?”

Great. Now you had to be a babysitter for two demons. “Sure,” was all you said with a smile.

“Perfect! You’re the best!!” Alastor walked away and you felt a small hand grab yours.

“Wanna see something?” You turned to see Victoria smiling at you.

“Sure, kiddo. I would love to.”

She let go of you and ran over to Angel, grabbing his hand. “Piggy back!!!” She yelled, which made Angel giggle, but put her on his back. “Now go horse! To the kitchen!!”

Angel winked at you and smiled. “She’s fun. Way more fun than her dad.” He whispered, making you smile. It was nice to see Angel Dust in a good mood. It's not that he wasn't, but sometimes, his days would just turn to absolute shit due to his line of work, so to see him forget about that was a blessing.

You all walked into the kitchen and Victoria jumped down, grabbing a pan and a box of macaroni and cheese.

“Woah, what are you doin’ kid?” Angel leaned down and took the ingredients from her and you sat on the counter, observing the whole situation.

“Dada taught me how to make macaroni and I wanted to show you!”

Angel giggled. “Sure kid, but you gotta teach me too. I would love to learn how to make macaroni.”

She beamed at him, telling him every step and telling him to redo whatever he messed up. And then Angel, who obviously already knew how to make boxed macaroni, would tell her that it was “his own flare” whenever she said he was doing something wrong that he was doing right.

It was nice to see the two demons bond and make you an amazing bowl of macaroni and cheese.

Maybe there really was a chance at redemption down here in Hell.

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

#i really hope you like it! #angel is my fav so this was fun! #writing #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #<3 #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor

[rivertigo]

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count

Permanent head cold dreams awash in your love

Fallin' in and out

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more

Or for longer

Orange leaves bore the ones falling off trees

The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath

I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake

Another year fades away

Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust

Stuck in a waste land

But covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin

Self sabotage at best, under your spell

But you know what they say

"If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself"

This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke

What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

[beyondplusultra]

saw you mention fob new album - thoughts on Heaven, Iowa being an akeshuake song from Akira's perspective?

That's actually one of my favorite songs from the entire album!! I see it from both their perspectives, with the first verse being from Goro's perspective and the second from Akira's! The chorus and bridge fit both of them, of course :)

Other stuff from this album that hit the akeshu feels were these lines specifically from Love From The Other Side:

This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit I'd never go, I just want to be invited

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

I saw you in a bright clear field, hurricane heat in my head The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain: "Give up what you love Give up what you love before it does you in"

And just the entirety of Baby Annihilation:

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count Permanent head-cold dreams awash in your love, fallin' in and out Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer Orange leaves but we're the ones falling off trees The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake, another year fades away Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin Self-sabotage at best, under your spell But you know what they say "If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

#scar crossed lovers forever... #and ofc Hold Me Like A Grudge is just another perfect theme song. #part time soulmate full time problem..... #anyway sorry you unleashed me. one of my favorite pasttimes is matching song lyrics to my blorbos #mango answers #anonymous

[turnstileskyline]

never posted these on here but btw me and quinn hung out irl for realsies and went to fababoi. we r literally part time soulmate full time problem half doomed and semi sweet switchblades and infidelity good to go and going nowhere fast best kept secret and biggest mistake hopelessly hopeful and hopeless enough all the boys who the dance floor didnt love and all the girls whose lips couldnt move fast enough new york eyes and chicago thighs alpha dog and omegalomaniac canary and a coal mine heavens grief and hells rain americana and exotica altar boys and altered boys stuck in the sunshine riptide and dancing all alone in the morning light eternal heatstroke and spiritual revolt alligator prince and crocodile tears pixie fever and angel dust winter mood and dreaming of spring . btw .

#we’re like if peterick met on shakespeare tumblr

[fade2grayy]

a little annihilation.

time is luck, we only have so much of it. its all chance, and we’re betting on ourselves. except i bet my last chips on you and lost it all. its like a cruel joke—the whole world is. we built a palace but it shattered like glass. broken pieces, like some sort of fucked up symbolism for what we have left between us. what even is there, if not a little annihilation? you’re crying tears for things you’ve never even felt, only the gist. like a prince in alligator skin, crying the tears of a crocodile. cry me a river and wash me away in the waves. let me drown in your tears until mine replace them. i only wish it could’ve lasted longer. maybe if i’d been more honest, more upfront, more myself, maybe it wouldve. but every time i break down the mask, theres just another waiting underneath it. maybe we were just doomed from the get go. im half-doomed, and you’re my missing puzzle piece. semi-sweet nothings fall from your lips and get lost in transit. they echo through the walls of my brain, but never processed. its like a game of telephone, and all thats on the other line is static. years fade out, melt away, like wax on a birthday cake. seasons change, but i dont. when all the orange flees from the branches of the trees i’ll still be the same. and when the branches are bare, itll create a wasteland that we can sugarcoat and show off. but the glitter only shines in our minds, we’re the only ones who couldnt see the hell we were living through. through the mirror, i can see god crying. we’re pixie fevered. tears sprinkle down, like angel dust. faith and trust, charcoal crushed. my eyes are like roses. ring around the rosie. a black plague of the mind, and we might as well throw the victims over the walls of civilization. the best case scenario is that we sabotage only ourselves. cast your spell, pray it’ll land. i cast mine in hopes you’ll think of me the same way i do of you. you never really did, did you? after all, you know what they say. if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. thank god im selfish, or nobody would ever think of me.

#poetry #fall out boy #pete wentz #writing #baby annihilation

[thetidegetshighatnight]

my favorite lyrics off so much (for) star dust because pete wentz es mi novia <3

"The city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose/Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit"

"The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end/Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain: "Give up what you love/Give up what you love before it does you in…""

"But could we please pretend this won't end?"

"I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky/Screaming at the stars like night lights"

"Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out"

"But I'm not sad anymore" + "But I sweat I'm not sad anymore"

"I've unspooled on the floor"

"I will never ask you for anything/Except to dream sweet of me"

"Save your breath/Half your life you've been hooked on death"

"I'm still a sunbeam" :-(

"I ripped myself apart/I'll be whatever you need me to be, you need me to be/I cut myself down, cut myself down/To whatever you need me"

"And I ride my own melt"

"The trumpets bring the angels, but they never came/And no one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name"

"Last night, I dreamt I still knew you, you/I carved out a place in this world for two/But it's empty without you"

"All this effort to make it look effortless" (we must make it hard to look so easy doing something so hard)

"I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears though/Somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh"

All of Baby Annihilation but especially: "An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count"

"Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer"

"Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust/Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin"

"Self-sabotage at best, under your spell"

"What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?"

Brilliant.

"I'm pretty sure, as far as humans go/I am a hard, hard pill to swallow/And I know I'm not your intended dose"

"On the bright side/Got the wrong insides"

"Ten years in a bit of chemical haze/And I miss the way that I felt/Nothing"

"It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead"

"But you don't know me anymore"

"The view's so pretty/From the deck of a sinking ship"

"Stars are the same as ever, I don't have the guts to keep it together"

"I need the sound of crowds, or I can't fall asleep at night/I can't take my thoughts and I/Can't take my thoughts and I am awake"

"Ache it til you make it" made me laugh when I read it not sure if I like it but its silly

#fall out boy #fob #fob8 #so much (for) stardust #sm(f)s #pete wentz #patrick stump #andy hurley #joe trohman #decaydance

[fecklessgreebobastard]

‘charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust’ is literally a comprehensive description of my 2019…and let’s not even get onto ‘an alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count’ PETE WENTZ GET OUT OF MY HEAD CHALLENGE: FAILED!!!!

#fall out boy #so much (for) stardust #so much for stardust #baby annihilation #pete wentz #fobposting #fob lyrics #fob8 era #fob8 #emo boy

[beiyuanism]

AN ALLIGATOR PRINCE WITH CROCODILE TEARS TOO MANY TO COUNT PERMANENT HEAD COLD DREAMS AWASH IN YOUR LOVE FALLING IN AND OUT TIME IS LUCK AND I WISH OURS OVERLAPPED MORE OR FOR LONGER ORANGE LEAVES BORE THE ONES FALLING OFF TREES THE FIRST TIME I TOOK THE MASK OFF JUST HAD ANOTHER ONE ON UNDERNEATH IM JUST MELTED WAX ON A BIRTHDAY CAKE ANOTHER YEAR FADES AWAY CHARCOAL CRUSHED PIXIE FEVER ANGEL DUST STUCK IN A WASTELAND WE COVERED IN GLITTER AND BROADCAST JUST FOR A LITTLE SEROTONIN SELF-SABOTAGE AT BEST UNDER YOUR SPELL BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY IF YOU WANT A JOB DONE RIGHT YOU GOTTA DO IT YOURSELF THIS PALACE WAS CRYSTAL BUT THE WORLD WAS A CRUEL JOKE WHAT IS THERE BETWEEN US IF NOT A LITTLE ANNIHILATION

#i think ive been going through it and ive been putting your (fall out boy) name to it #fob #fall out boy

[deamazed]

@asundered.

I know what you are thinking.

It would be easier to just answer you before you ask me: Nick, what the fuck are you doing? It would be easier, but Amy is teaching me. Easy is not always better.  She is right. That is the case a lot of of the time, and I can admit that, because I am not my father. Amy is smiling, not a  too - wide smile, not a smarmy smile, not a false smile that someone could point a finger at and say hey, doesn't she look a little fucking demented? Amy would not. Amy could never.

Somebody clears their throat from the front row of chairs seated down below the panel, and says something to me that I do not hear at first, because I am looking at Amy, and she is not looking at me. I am studying the side of her face as if I have never seen it before, because I am noticing for the first time how much it must hurt to hold her muscles just so, so perfect, so that she can look demure and beautiful and sexy and wise and angelic. She never so much as twitches, even when her beautiful, pale hand slithers up over my knee and her short, clean nails press into the seam of my pants, and I can imagine so clearly how it would feel if there were nothing there to stop her, how she might dig down deep into the meat of my thigh and even deeper to the bone and its marrow and take a chunk of me into her hand. I would still be watching her. I would still be waiting, reading, and committing to memory. But for now, I need to make Amy happy. Happy wife, Happy life. I swivel my head back to the columnist, and I smile, and I smile.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? It's so hard to take your eyes off her, isn't it?"  A chuckle, resounding. Good. The reporter asks again: If you could describe Amy's book in one word, what would it be?

It's so easy. It's so easy I almost waver, I almost say something else, I almost overthink it, because I am still Nick and I still want to be clever. But I am not my worst impulses anymore. I am the man that she has made me.

"Well. It's amazing, of course."

Why did I marry a man so fucking glib? Dear Diary, my husband thinks I’m fucking crazy. No, worse than that — he looks at me and he sees the spider that’s crawled into his ear and left him without so much of a flinch. It’s impressing.

The cameras are all on us, sweetie. It’s time to give them a show.

A strong, stable show. We are two people who have just come out the other side of total fucking ruin. If you want to see how strong your relationship is, see how the man you love reacts when you get kidnapped and tied to the corners of the bed by a scornful lover. Hm. Maybe I should rephrase. Desi was never much of a lover. He smelt like cucumber water and his mother’s perfume — wet lettuce is just about ample enough to describe the way he looked at me. See, reader, we have been through so much together, that Nick comes out the other side, dusts off whatever hang-ups and kill-my-wife tendencies that are bound to run in his blood, and he smiles that gorgeous, charming, southern hospitality smile.

I am naught but a doting wife. The blood, the shame, the crocodile tears aside, and that’s who I’ve become. I hold him close, like it’s some twisted, all-American show of true fidelity — don’t worry, listeners, watchers, America’s Public: we can get through this. We can get through anything. My sweet hubby played away, but now I know he’s here to stay. (Anniversary six anyone? The traditional gift is iron. My exasperating husband is no doubt thinking that that means manacles.)

Amazing. Sometimes I fucking hate my husband.

I am not amazing. I am exceptional. Perfect. Calm. Fantastic — flippant, that might be, it’s a better fucking word than amazing. Amazing Amy shoves a box cutter into a rapist’s neck. Amazing Amy drinks Windex to keep Darling Husband close to her side. Amazing Amy digs her fucking talons into Darling Husband to keep him from floating away.

He makes me laugh. He makes me giggle like a fucking school girl and I run my hand over the inside of his thigh. Raunchy, no? Ellen Abbott looks like her head’s about to fucking explode, but I lean back and rest my perfect little head against his shoulder for just a beat.

“Oh, he’s too sweet. Isn’t he, Ellen? My little Nicky.” I squeeze. It’s playful, fun — just like me! — but also a warning. One fucking toe out of line, Nick.

“I couldn’t have written it without him. Gosh, I mean — my husband’s a real writer, Ellen.”

#asundered #asundered / nick. #HOOOOOOOOOoooo

[sexiestmosquitoalive]

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count

Permanent head cold dreams, awash in your love falling in and out

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer

Orange leaves bore the ones falling off trees

The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath

I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake

Another year fades away

Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust

Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast

Just for a little serotonin

Self-sabotage at best, under your spell

But you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself

This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke

What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

[infinity0nhigh]

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count

Permanent head-cold dreams awash in your love, falling in and out

Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more, or for longer

Orange leaves, but we're the ones falling off trees

The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath

I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake, another year fades away

Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust

Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin

Self-sabotage at best, under your spell

But you know what they say

"If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself"

This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke

What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

#so much for stardust #so much (for) stardust #pete wentz #lyrics #poetry #I love his spoken word poetry so much it speaks directly to me lol

[clamcastle]

An alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count

Permanent head-cold dreams awash in your love, falling in and out

Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer

Orange leaves bore the ones falling off trees

The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath

I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake, another year fades away

Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust

Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin

Self-sabotage at best, under your spell

But you know what they say

"If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself"

This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke

What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

#548

[hoffhaas26]

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[roxyandelsewhere]

what if angel trueforms were fucked up mosaics of neuralblender images made through automatic writing

(unedited mosaic and prompts used for neuroblender below the cut)

in order from left to right, top to bottom:

swimming in a sea of rocks and grief

do re mi in a meadow at 5 o’clock in the rain

umbrellas made of crystals but not the healing kind

if i went to wash my clothes in the fountain and when i came back you weren’t there

before evolution there was loneliness

a grandfather clock that is also a string of yarn that leads to the end

look in a mirror and see eyes looking at you looking in the mirror looking at the world behind you

jars full of black eyes and broken ribs and lost letters

and if i said that i regret it it surely was a lie i caught my wings in plastic cinder and down i dove to fly

the tragedy of the commons part 2

the enormity of my desire holds the sword of haven and cuts off God’s neck

cave paintings of electronic water buffalo by georgia o’keefe

sanctimonious rivers flooding with crocodile tears

abstract hands built into concrete steps behind a glass door

mash your sorrows into dust and drink it through your third eye

a tuft of bushes pushes flushes of fishes into ditches of stitches and stones

#so. idk what this is. but i'm having a bad time stress wise and this was the only thing i managed to do today #i was originally gonna make it so much bigger but. well. gave up halfway through #so here you have it. trueform suggestion #spn #mine #neuralblender