#angel speaks or something

[ruporas]

drank too much

[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]

#vashwood #Vash the Stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #when i think of who handles their alcohol best -- it's going to be vash naturally. considering his age but also his plant biology? #idk how his plant biology comes into things but it feels like it makes sense... and helps build his tolerance... also he's canonically #a bit of an alcoholic i think... one of his vices. and im sure ww drinks but his go-to comfort is through smoking not drinking #slight detour but the barkeeper was also like i'm the angel that provides drinks for these troubled souls. all i could think of is #a parallel from ww to vash... vash going thru this hell on his own during that point in the chapter and ww is the angel who will give him #his space and then also save him later. But anyway. that's a completely different topic. as a result of ww Not being much of a drinker #i feel like he'd be clingy... a LOT less verbal but more physically affectionate #i feel like he'd be able to speak as he normally does but when he wants to ask for something he'd just reduce it down to names #spikey needle noggin while tugging on vash's arm. vash explodes immediately #this is also very self indulgent if u cant tell. #i was just thinking that ww while sober is a hard cage to crack through no matter how close vw gets to one another. #while ww can end up being emotionally vulnerable -- has to at some point within their relationship -- he still just has tons of trouble #navigating his own personal wants. #ruporas art

[rapidhighway]

tripped and made more deaged knuckles doodles. i think i made it a whole ass au by accident, how clumsy of me

#hes a babyyyy #i just got some basic stuff #but basically something happens when the master emerald is shattered by accident by eggman or something like that and knuckle ends up like #this #he doesn't remember anything and is just baby rn but as they find more of the ME shards he will regain his memories #AND the ability to speak english or mobian or whatever they are using in universe vfdsbfgd #anyway look at babyyy he spawned off angel island with no recollection on how he got here and what happened to the master emerald #so excuse his distress for now #knuckles the echidna #sonic au #art #doodle

[iwozlegit]

I love how the huskerdust nation of Hazbin Hotel are on their knees praying for a smooth ride when Helluva Boss exists.

Have we learned nothing?

#𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗! 😈 #|| jess speaks • #smooth ride my ass #we’re going to be in agony from every angle #there’s something angsty afoot and it begins with the letter angst #huskerdust #angel x husk #stolitz #blitzo #stolas #angel dust #husk #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #@legitconcrusher

[berternies]

so obsessed with the fact that every single person at this wedding was up to something absolutely unhinged. like we started off with aniq planning to propose at someone else’s wedding and i was like well that doesn’t seem like a good idea. and then it turns out that was actually easily the least insane plan that anyone had.

#speak again bright angel #the afterparty #the afterparty spoilers #aniq adjaye #spoilers in the following tags btw #me when i secretly put adderall in my husband’s drink. me when i try to stop a wedding for either gay reasons or conspiracy theory reasons. #me when i orchestrate a full heist to get a baseball card. me when i try to collect my niece’s dna to see if she’s actually my daughter. #like the s1 characters were up to some wacky stuff but these guys are on another level #no wonder some of them are cagey about being interviewed 😭 #they were literally all doing something they shouldn’t have been doing even if it wasn’t murder #i mean the parents and zoë haven’t had their eps yet so maybe they were being normal but like. probably not

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

What’s the first music you listened to and really liked? - 2006 // 2022

#alex turner #jamie cook #matt helders #arctic monkeys #I love how he keeps referencing the car #and sinatra #like #there's clearly something in him looking back to those days #and that music #with the crooner vibe he's got going on now #I love this so much #he's changed so much and also not at all #still sort of looking down as he searches for the words he wants to say #still sort of nervously stalling or speaking a little too much #ANGEL #I love him with my whole entire heart #and jamie and matt next to him #just letting him take his time #I LOVE THEM ❤️ #soz if my text is a bit off #but this was the gist of what he said anyway #jools holland

[yellowsubiesdance]

i think i’ve learned a lot when it comes to not applying my own values to the media i consume

for my script analysis class yesterday, we discussed two gentleman from verona, and nearly every classmate of mine was up in arms about how sexist the story is.

and i'm not saying it's not, or that it's not infuriating to read. but i'm also not putting my energy into getting upset about something written 500 or so years ago. and i'm not about to put my own beliefs onto these characters that are not me. i'm going to let their choices speak for themselves, and interpret it in the context of the story.

all that said, this now brings me to the point of alastor in episode 5, and how viscerally people are responding to it. those of you up in arms about the choices he’s making, and the violent threat he gave husk, you’re missing the entire point of his character, of this place they’re in, of the story being told. he’s an overlord, and he became an overlord by killing much bigger overlords and broadcasting their deaths over the radio.

HE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON.

if you started this show with the belief that every character working the hotel is a good person, you’re in the wrong place. watch the good place if you’re looking for a good wholesome story about getting dead sinners into heaven, because that’s not what this show is about.

you’re more than welcome to hate him after seeing the way he exerted power over a being whose soul he owns, but you’re doing the media you’re watching a disservice by writing it off so quickly. if you don’t like to be uncomfortable watching media, watch something else. this is an uncomfortable show, it handles uncomfortable topics, and it’s going to be an uncomfortable ride, and if you’re not up for something like that, then you should take a break from it and pick up something else. you don’t have to get online and defend your own ideals while you watch a show that goes against your ideals.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #that’s not even touching on the fact that husk was an overlord too #he also owned souls that he used as currency to supply his gambling addiction #he’s also not a good person!! #the majority of these characters are in hell for a reason: they’re not good people #i quite frankly love the way this show blurs the lines between good and evil #our heroes are sinners and overlords and demons. while the enemies are angels. but that doesn’t mean our heroes are good people. #you HAAAVE to come to terms with that!! you have to stop seeing the world in black and white or you’re not going to survive this world #if you’re upset because alastor was cruel to husk fine! be upset! but explore why you’re taking yourself out of that world. #in this world sinners own other people. there’s no ifs ands or buts #‘oh alastor is a poc why would he own people’ he was a serial killer when he was alive do you really think you can apply your values to that #(and this is me speaking as a poc. specifically a mixed race poc.) #i cannot speak to who vivzie is as a person. but i’m interested in the message she’s writing and thus far i’m finding it compelling #it’s a similar story as the good place but it’s going the distance to explore even worse people than those in the good place #i don’t think it’s responsible to write something off just because unsavory things happen in it. #and she’s giving us so many different types of representation that don’t involve race (although we’re also getting a lot of hispanic rep) #just like cool your jets and maybe process some of the anger you’re feeling. and maybe nothing will change. #but if you act. instead of react. if you understand why you’re feeling some type of way and then make a choice. #that’s so much stronger and more responsible than reacting and not thinking anything through #hazbin hotel #alastor #husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #anyway let me get off my soapbox #long post

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

guys I just had. A terrible idea.

what if all the angels that can speak all sound the same

#imagine being stuck in a room with 20 of them #imagine them all yelling because it’s too loud and no one can hear shit #forget being driven mad by their true appearance or whatever. I think this would drive anyone mad after 5 minutes #it would be so fucking funny #if we get a second speaking angel #and it’s just. #gabriel (2) #ok that’s all. I hope this causes something evil. #non voice post

[pitske]

something something sun after the storm

#tec said something about jumping spiders standing on water so I took that and RAN #it wasnt actually intednted when I drew this but he just went “ohh because jumping spider” and I was like you know what? sure #I hope you all know I was repeatedly singing unravel while drawing this backround #of course not at al accurately because I do not speak japanese #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I really like this one!! #( a lot more tan my previous drawing ngl) #pitske’s art #pitskederdoenerhaendler #digital art #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel #angel dust #angel dust fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HAZBIN HOTEL #angel's standing on his tippy toes like a little idiot :] #affectionately of course

[mukkiethekip]

wretched guardian

commissions | da tip jar

#konan #naruto #mukkie's art #i like the word wretched a lot #i love the concept of konan losing her mind over nagato. going insane. perhaps wacky. going bananas. losing her marbles so to speak. #turning into something unspeakable. one warped guardian angel. that will protect the treasure of ame.

[sciderman]

What are some things cable likes about peter?

nathan's type:

red mask ✅ tight suit ✅ kind of stupid ✅ filters sadness through the prism of humour ✅

bonuses peter parker has to offer

cute hair ✅ cute butt ✅ cute everything ✅

#sci speaks #i think cable likes how upstanding peter is. like peter's just a good guy. he's such a good guy. #and i think. being able to read people's thoughts. nate probably doesn't know a lot of people as Good as peter. #like peter's good because he's kind of just... simple. he has simple wants and desires and he's not ever angling for anything. #peter's just so good. and i think nathan is definitely fond on him because of that. #i know i complain about this mindset that peter is pure of heart yadda yadda #I HATE that. i hate the trope where peter's like an angel who is pure of heart. he's not. but. #he's not deceptive or hungry for power or morally righteous or anything. he's just a guy. and that makes him better than most heroes. #i think that's something to admire peter for - that he doesn't let power go to his head and he's flawed but not in a superhuman sort of way #he's flawed in a human sort of way. #he doesn't make cosmic mistakes that effect the balance of the earth (well. he didn't.) #he makes small mistakes that effect his personal life and his relationships but he's trying so hard. #he's so. so small potatoes. and i'm sure nathan just. loves him. peter small potatoes parker. #admires a guy who's living his life like that. without cosmic worries or massive ambition. just a guy who wants to be happy. #i think it's funny how wade equates nate and peter in his head as similar because they're both 'heroes' or whatever #but nathan and peter have such polar opposing philosophies to life. polar opposing that they'd still probably admire and envy eachother for #peter envying nate because he's ambitious and powerful and has a freaking floating ISLAND or whatever #and nathan envying peter for being able to grant himself happiness.

[radioactivetoad]

what the fuck? they ATE him???

#rt speaks #jet set radio #jet set radio future #xbox #gaming #salamander #thats so messed up he was only one week old #heaven needed a nother angel. or something

[celerys0da]

i hc that gabriel’s face is incomprehensible like you just couldn’t. recognize or see or compare anything to it.

and that in v1’s vision his face is just colourfully glitched out like busted LEDs because even its optics cant portray or capture his face

#ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #i just think the truly divine #like angels or god #wouldnt be able to have something as #human and unique as a face. #like everything else can be replicated #but not that yk #celery speaking

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• 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…

…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??)

#𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗! 😈 #|| mun writes • #fr I kinda wanna write something angsty #like imagine if huskerdust gets to that point where it’s supposedly perfect and then it just doesn’t happen?? #don’t get me wrong I fucking want it to happen but this scene had me thinking ‘shit imagine Huskerdust actually not happening for xyz’ #‘and they share this gorgeous hello/goodbye look that speaks like a 1000 words’ #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin fanfic #fanfiction #huskerdust headcanons #huskerdust #huskerdust fanfiction #angelhusk #casinohearts #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #@iwozlegit

[piggiebonez]

SHOOT HIM. SHOOT THE GUN

z*adrs dni. kill yoreself in r eal life

#my art #iz #invader zim #gaz membrane #gaz iz #iz gaz #gir iz #iz gir #gir invader zim #< thats his last name #cant draw shiiiiiiitttddd. nothing FUNNY comes out i cant live like this i need to visit a the doctors. the way i am SICK in the head #this shit suuuuuucks man NOT FUNNY YAAARGHGHGHAG. NOT FUNNY WAAAAAGAGHAGHAGHA #need to draw something FUNNY or ill explode badly #that hammer looks so fucking funny why did i draw it like that. what is that #saw some shmuck post invader zim x jfk assassination fanart in da tag. their soul belongs to me now i harvest their life force. i own them #im so bored. have you guys seen any demons or ghosts or angels or evil spirits or something TELL ME #speak to me followers. send me a death threat. come ooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

[apollolovescheesecak]

we aren’t speaking.

a good omens poem, through aziraphales pov.

my heart cries out for yesteryear, when you first tempted me at the gates of eden.

the aching melancholy and the absence of you both beg the same question. where did all the memories go?

caught in the forefront of my mind, enveloping me with wings of nostalgia, the same wings that sheltered me during that starstorm when i looked into your eyes, overflowing with joy the same way a glass overflows with water. 

your eyes, your hips, your way of speaking, all the same yet so unique in the way you presented yourself to me. the very personification of sin itself, yet your body and words were more holy than god herself. 

we traveled through the years, always pulled together in an ineffable sort of fashion. the way we followed each other was more faithful than the priest to the temple, each of us both the worshipper and the worshiped. our companionship ran deeper than the eyes you cast to me, as yellow and golden as the love we had.

the extreme of the blacks and whites of our mortality blend into a gray ocean of blurred lines, all good and evil mixed together to create the flaws and strengths of humanity incarnate. light and dark hues exist inside said ocean, but mellow and dulled. through your eyes, true evil and good do not exist, context the only value judging the grayscale, as impossible as it seemed to me at the time.

 i see, now, the world is truly a menagerie of color and hue only to be compared to the fruits and fauna of the garden of eden, tragically and forevermore judged by colorblind eyes, our minds so inclined to point out the extremes instead of the subtle.

we never spoke about it, the simple truth of the fact we loved each other was a spirit, invisible and never quite enough proof to others that it existed, but nevertheless still hanging thick in the air. 

the vastness of your affection and availability to me, and i to you, was more meaningful than any words alone. our avoidance of our true feelings was both the highest blessing, and the most torturous curse. 

i wish i could tell you. i wish i could go back in time to tell you how much i need you, truly and deeply,  the other half of me. my light cannot exist without your shadow, my sin cannot exist without your salvation. how i want to kiss you, not in an act of desperation and destruction, hoping it will bring you back to me, but in an act of kindness and mercy, knowing you are already there, willing to spend your last second by my side.

you are my best friend, my lover, a stranger and my enemy all at once. the words our relationship required to be described and understood, are hidden away from me, locked in a book in the tightest safe in my mind. 

i’ve already forgiven you. i’ve forgiven most everyone i know. the only person that remains to be forgiven is myself. i can only hope that someday, you may forgive me.

but we aren’t speaking.

inspired by dreams i’ve had with these word in them, and the poems (mostly “do you remember”) of @ineffabildaddy. it’s been a while since i’ve written poetry so i hope you guys like it!

#poetry #trying something new hope y’all like it #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #kind of based on the “we aren’t speaking” comment #neil gaiman #text #angel #demon #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable lovers #might add more to this

[angelfrogs]

I don’t like barem but objectively that was really funny for him to do

#chainsaw man spoilers #chainsaw man #csm barem #tells public safety to stfu because he wants to watch the sunset #then literary sings kumbaya as he’s getting arrested #all immediately after telling a teen he wants to see him kill people #what a guy!!!!! #anyway did the whole drawing attention to the sunset remind anyone else of the scene where angel watches the sunset? #<- guy who only thinks about the angel devil 24/7 #but for real I think there’s something there intentionally or not and I will speak on it when I find the words #but yuh #read my terrible words