#[ hclluvahctel ] ── angel dust

[gambling-bartender]

closed starter for @hclluvahctel

It had been 23 days since anyone at the hotel had heard from Angel Dust. He had gone out one day for work and just... hadn't come back afterwards.

Husk hadn't been able to sleep for days when he first disappeared. At first he just didn't leave the bar, desperate to be there when Angel got home. After the third night be crashed at the bar and ended up waking on the couch where he later found out charlie and vaggie had apparently worked together to move him.

After that he started going out, looking for Angel, he had gotten into an argument with Alastor about it but managed to get Charlie's support on it so the radio demon had backed down.

He had spent weeks searching the city, he had tried to get into the Vee's tower, even going so far as to fly around it to try to spy into the windows but hadn't caught sight of the spider inside or in his dressing room so he figured he must be elsewhere.

He had not expected to catch wind of Angel Dust being posted up on a street corner taking clients and when he first heard he was almost angry. No call, no nothing for weeks and he was just out on a street corner fucking working?

It didn't take long for him to track down the exact corner where Angel was, news spread quickly among the degenerates in hell. But that anger that had almost built up evaporated the second he saw Angel's eyes.

They were both black.

"Angel? Where have you been? What happened?"

[mcltiples]

Is he seeing double -- TRIPLE? "My money's on all 'em losin'."

[hazbintales]

@hclluvahctel liked for angel.

Angel sat at the bar in front of Husk, a drink in front of him as he stared down at the glass. His eyes watching the ice cubes shift inside the glass as they slowly melted. He picked it up and took a large drink before putting it down and looking up at Husk, a smile appearing on his face.

❝So, baby, ya just gonna hang around here all night or ya wanna go somewhere with me?❞ Angel asked, moving his hand to poke at the other’s chest if he could.

[radicheart-a]

"Just thought of a new nickname for Angel."

"Strawbaby."

( ment. @a-hazbin-spider @angel-dust-bitch @femmina-eroe @pcisin @hclluvahctel )

[hclluvahctel]

WICKED OLD SOULS NOWHERE LEFT TO GO AT THE BECK AND CALL OF THE ONES WHO ARE IN CONTROL, SO RAISE A GLASS FOR THE EMPTY-HEARTED WE'RE TOO FAR GONE TO KNOW WHEN IT STARTED.

independent ,  medium activity   and  headcanon  based  portrayal  of canon and oc characters from  HAZBIN HOTEL  and HELLUVA BOSS.  mature  and potentially triggering themes  will  be  present  and tagged .  canon  divergent  .  18+  only  .  (re)established  2023  and  written by  emmy  .

Active Blogs: @hclluvahctel  ,  (  hazbin  /  helluva  boss  multi  muse  ) @minesofmuses ,  (  multimuse  ) @astaricn , ( astarion from baldurs gate 3 )

Main Muses: Alastor , Angel Dust , Asmodeus , Blitzo , Charlie , Chaz , Crimson , Emily , Husk , Lucifer , Octavia , Stolas , Striker , Valentino , Velvette , Vox

Available upon request: Barbie Wire , Beelzebub , Chelsea (OC) , Drone (OC) , Fizzarolli , Jennifer (OC) , Jesse , Loona , Miles (OC) , Millie , Moxxie , Orion (OC Fankid) , RoboFizz "Rizz" , Stella , Vaggie , Vortex

[hotelbitches]

HOTELBITCHES! a mutuals only hazbin hotel multimuse, featuring lilith, lucifer, and charlie morningstar! as well as velvette, angel dust, niffty, cherri, eve, vaggie, and with a therapist oc and angel, azrael! extremely canon divergent! read character page before interacting!

RULES / ROSTER.

written by henri, they/them, 24, aroace lesbian. icon art.

affiliates: @hcppyhotel, @videoaux, @diadxrling, @hellcrafted, @hellshoard, @voxistem, @hclluvahctel, and @voxxcd!

[voxxcd]

@hclluvahctel replied to your post “vox everytime he interacts with an angel dust:”:

Angel: blep

"Do you want to be fed to sharks too?"

[hellizens]

@hclluvahctel | plotted starter feat. my Cherri Bomb & Alastor

🍒 Cherri had found out first hand that Angel Dust was staying at the newly announced Happy Hotel, and it only took a couple times asking around to find out where the hotel is. Most of the Pride Ring had seen the broadcast about it. Of course, she hadn't, given that she was busy fighting Pentious at the time...but at least she knows where it is now.

🍒 It's her second stop. The studio is always first, given that Valentino usually enjoys stacking extra, longer shifts on top of her best friend's workload. Asshole. To her surprise, though, he isn't there, so only then does she jog on over to the hotel.

🍒 The place isn't hard to find, and once she's there, Cherri wastes no time in knocking on its big double doors. When they open, she finds herself staring up at a taller red deer demon who's grinning down at her.

🍒 Slightly unnerving...but nothing she can't handle. She grins back. "Hey! I'm looking for Angel Dust. Is he here?"

[dark-ambition]

@hclluvahctel (Application for Angel Dust)

Name: Sir Pentious

Age: 185 (49 at death)

How well do we know each other?: Workplace acquaintances/momentary enemies.

Why do you want to date me?: You are admittedly aesthetically pleasing/physically attractive and you’ve proven yourself to be quite intelligent and capable in battle. I wish to see if we could be a potential match. If not, no harm done.

Describe your ideal date: My ideal date would be something personal yet public. A night out at a good quality restaurant perhaps, followed by either a cruise over the city’s heights to watch it from above (potentially launching a few attacks if we want to add to the beauty with some explosions), or going to see some form of production, be it a movie at the cinemas or a musical play or performance at a theater.

List five of your best qualities:

1. I am a genius level engineer and ambitious conqueror of legend.

2. I have quite the deadly accuracy with a rifle, shotgun, or any precise long ranged form of weaponry.

3. I have a fearsome reputation among the very pages of human history itself.

4. I can create weaponry that is so powerful as to have toppled buildings like cards and bought armies to its knees.

5. I am passionate about gardening.

•••

1. I consider myself to be loyal, and will accept whatever you may choose, be it keeping a relationship open or closed. I have no qualms either way.

2. I am attentive and will want to make sure that you’re feeling cared for.

3. I am happy to cook meals for you if you so wish.

4. I will kill for you.

5. I will help you attain any dreams of power that you may wish (or any sort of dreams in general)

Anything you else you want to say?: I am a little unclear as to what “qualities” pertains to in the question, be it my own best personality qualities that I list under my own standards or what would be considered the best qualities in a partner, so I provided both to be thorough. Apologies if it is too much.

[gambling-bartender]

❛  how can this be wrong when it feels so right?  ❜ Voxtek!Angel @ Husk from @hclluvahctel

Husk sighed, "First off, just cause something feels right don't mean it is. Lot's of shit feels very right and is very very wrong," He laughed a little, holding up the bottle of alcohol he had in hand, something he'd taken with him as he'd ended up wandering the streets of hell feeling sorry for himself, for Angel.

Angel had found him in quite a state, honestly.

"Second, that's kinda how these things work, Angel," He added without much fanfare, "It feels right when you do what you're told, this contract shit makes you feel like a damn dog how it gets in your head."

[radicheart-a]

@hclluvahctel​ | plotted starter with alastor & vox

Alastor’s day had started out normally enough, beginning with his usual routine: wake up, make the bed, shower, brush teeth, comb hair, get dressed, then head downstairs and join whoever else might be awake at the same hour. Most of the time that cast consisted of Charlie and Niffty, as well as an occasional appearance by Vaggie and Angel Dust, which gave the Radio Demon plenty of opportunity to entertain himself as he made and enjoyed his own coffee and breakfast.

Then, he had gone on with his day: washing his own dishes, bidding the hotel staff farewell, and leaving so he could go get some personal errands done. Truth be told, Alastor was excited about today in particular; a musical guest of considerable popularity was planned to appear for an interview, conducted by yours truly! It put a little extra pep in the demon’s step as he kept walking, barely even taking notice of the figure tailing him from a distance.

It’s only when he turns a corner in one of the darker, more abandoned parts of town, situated between himself and his current destination, that they make themselves better known - and by then, it’s far too late.

As soon as the Radio Demon turns to face the foreboding presence he’d sensed approaching from behind, a sharp, blessed blade pierces his body - sinking deep into his abdomen, but not enough to emerge on the other side. Normally, pain is no big deal, but considering the fact that this is an angelic weapon, it hurts far more due to the holy power embedded in its metal. As a result, the wound sizzles and steams, and Alastor proceeds to do something he never imagined he’d do out in the open.

He screams. It’s loud and ear-splitting and filled with screeching static. There’s no way that could have gone unheard by anyone nearby.

Whoever they are, they don’t stick around for long, yanking the blade free and turning to hightail it out of there before Alastor can recover enough to bite back.

Blood, nearly black in color, flows freely from the gaping wound, staining his red shirt with a much darker shade and covering his right hand as he instinctively clutches at it to prevent any more from escaping. Another downside to being injured by blessed weaponry: they don’t heal nearly as fast. This means that Alastor could potentially bleed out and into a second, more permanent death unless he managed to either patch himself up or find help. 

He manages to use what energy he has left to teleport himself, trying to picture the hotel in his mind’s eye as his new destination. Instead, he misses by a long shot and only winds up teleporting a few feet away, putting his bleeding body out onto the street for anyone to come across. Unable to even get onto his knees, the Radio Demon collapses, face first, onto the asphalt.

Maybe someone heard him scream and would help him...but the chances are incredibly low.

Still...he can hope.

[dark-ambition]

@hclluvahctel (to Angel Dust)

“Whatever it issss you want, I’ll have no part in it, thank you very much.” The mildly irritated tone of Pentious’s voice came from behind a book he was visibly reading, holding it up to his face as he sat there at the offered table of the local cafe he had been sitting in. He clearly wasn’t bothering to peek over the book to see just who it was that had sat across from him, merely flipping a page of the text he was reading, a half empty plastic container of what looked to be an iced cappuccino smoothie sitting next to him, as well as a paper bag of what seemed to be freshly baked chocolate doughnuts, given the translucent window on the front side of the packaging.

The book itself was a strange looking beige brown, seeming to have a library tag sitting on the spine, and the title written on the front cover featured a picture of a ship surrounded by swirls of white and yellow. The title read in thick blocky lettering, “Ship of Theseus”. Pentious, pointedly, turns another page, loudly, still having yet to peek over the cover. “I’m not interessssted in anything you may have to ssssell me or offer me. Ssso please do go away, whoever you are.”