#ive got angels

[the-other-soup]

fanart for @heart-of-the-morningstar's fic, His Forbidden Fruit coz i loveher and her works and this fic so much man 😭😭

[starrysharks]

locker shove attack no dodge gum behind ear attack no dodge kick me sign on back attack no dodge lunch money steal attack no dodge

[mocamagical]

Question for X-angel au: since alastor still an overlord, won't he be the one to reveal to Charlie that the beheaded angel and how they can be killed from the meeting or will it be Vaggie after they come back from the meeting?

This made me think for a really long time. But now I think I got it! I think when Alastor goes to the meeting, he's still going out with the egg bois (or les oeuf fils) and finds out that Camilla killed an Angel. Vaggie doesnt attend these meetings she doesnt like to conform to the Hell hierarchy cause she still thinks she's "better" than everyone in Hell. By this point, Vaggie has been squeezing her way between Alastor and Charlie's relationship and annoying the hell out of Al. That and everyone in the hotel that's not Charlie seems to like her more than him. So when he finds out about the dead angel he decides to keep that info to himself and then, when Vaggie is in a position where she doesn't know if she can protect the Hotel Alastor baits her into a deal. He'll tell her who can kill Angels and Vaggie can take all the credit for being the Hotel's saviour and he gets a favour from her (cause he cant get her soul). Charlie is none-the-wiser and that in itself is gonna be added drama to her and Vaggie and Al's relationship. DUN DUN DUN

and bonus Monsieur Pentious!

[iarrelm]

Swap AU Huskerdust <3

I did the sketch for this immediately after getting that ask about what I shipped in this AU. I finally got some time to finish it!!!

Here's some random swap au huskerdust thoughts:

I touched on it a little bit in the last post but because Husk works a lot he doesn't have the time or energy to pick apart Angel's mask and decide he wants to get to know the real him like in canon. So they end up staying in the 'enemies' arc of their enemies to friends to lovers slowburn a lot longer lmao

When they finally become friends it's because both of them slowly and steadily worked toward being kinder to each other.

After a long time of being mostly indifferent to each other after their rocky start, Husk notices that Angel hasn't actually been pushing his boundaries like he used to. During one of Alastor's activities, he sees that Angel actually goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't cross them.

A bit later, when he goes to the bar, instead of barging in and grabbing a bottle or making his own drink, he actually sits down at it. Angel, who had been cleaning glasses, just looks at him in surprise.

"The princess told me you've been practicing. Think you can make a decent drink yet?"

Angel grins. "You offering to be my taste tester?"

The drink Angel puts together is pretty great. A bit too sweet for Husk's taste, but it wasn't bad. He tells Angel as much, and the smile he receives in return is enough to convince him to continue to taste test anything else Angel tries making in the future.

[aka-indulgence]

I’m a very city girl and now I’m imagining going to the country side and meeting farmtale Sans…

You moved there for some reason and need a place to stay, Sans was kind enough to give you somewhere to stay with some chores to do to lower your rent. You’re not experienced and you’re not that good with the chores- sometimes farm animals freak you out (cows are big, theres so many chickens, what iS THAT GIANT SPIDER?!), you can’t move heavy stuff around, even the tools are heavy for you.

And… Sans thinks you’re cute. He can do the work you do much faster than you could, but he likes your company. Every time you drop a stack of hay and panic he can’t help but chuckle and throw it on top of the pile in his arms. He likes how you’re impressed by his skill with tools and the fact that he can drive tractors. You may not be good at your job, but he likes that you want to learn anyway. You like the animals when he teaches you how to read their behavior better.

He really likes it when he saves you from a giant bug and you give him “my hero” eyes…

“those darn eyes are gonna be the death of me.”

[transk0vsky]

Can you tell this game has taken over all my thoughts?

[brewstersbru]

Hey folks have some huskerdust !! 🕷️♥️

“I know, I know Legs. I just need to ask you something.” Angel’s eyes scrunch closed and the rest of his expression crumples as he whines out, short and low. Husk hovers his hands over the mottling of bruises and cuts that litter his torso, some still sluggishly bleeding. He itches to bandage them up, but stays himself with the sobering thought that Angel is used to guys touching him when he’s unconscious.

“Angel.” He tries again. Angel shakes his head minutely. “-on’t wanna.” He whines.

“Look at me please? I just want to check that it’s okay that I touch you. You know it’s important to me.”

Angel, with a long, juddering sigh, pulls himself from the cusp of sleep and blinks his eyes open. He frowns, glaring a little as he yawns into his hand. Husk waits patiently at his side, knees beginning to ache with being pressed against the hard wooden floor for so long.

“I told ya I don’t care what you do when I come back doped out like this, Whiskers. Not like I’ll remember it. Hah!” His laugh comes out rough, like it hurts to push from his lips. Husk shakes his head.

“And I told you it doesn’t matter if you’ll remember it or not. I’m not going to be another man who takes advantage of you.” He says, carefully enunciating each word so the message gets through.

Angel curses and flops over onto his side which draws his face infinitely closer to Husk’s own. He meets his eyes with a burning, lidded gaze. Husk keeps his posture relaxed, but his tail puffs at the sudden movement.

“Yer a softie, Husk. I don’t think ya could take advantage of me if you wanted to.” The words are coupled with a rickety, slapped on grin. Husk desperately wants to just shake him until he gets it through his big thick head that that’s not the point. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, it matters what he wants. Does he want Husk touching him after an abusive, grueling shoot? That’s what Husk’s asking, not if he ‘trusts’ him. He sighs.

“You didn’t answer my question. Can I touch you? Just give me an answer and then you can go back to sleep. God knows you’ll be needing it.” And it’s true. Who knows what Val has in store for him tomorrow? He’s better off getting all the rest he can get, while he can.

Angel appraises him with a long, considering look. There’s a lot going on behind his eyes and though Husk is aware of the fact of it, he can’t begin to try to fathom what exactly his thoughts are in this moment. He simply sits back on his heels and awaits his verdict. Every so often his eyes are drawn down to the mess of Angel’s torso. It’s not an intentional thing, but he can feel his hackles rising with the need to Fix It. Husk crushes the feeling down.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but in reality couldn’t have been longer than five minutes, Angel closes his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah Husk, you can.” He says, voice as small as Husk thinks he’s ever heard it. It’s strange to hear him so soft when usually he overtakes rooms with booming confidence; he even looks small, now, tucked into himself and using all of his arms to hug himself close as he hunches over.

He doesn’t- maybe he can’t- look at Husk when he speaks. Husk takes the words for the olive branch that they are and nods.

“Okay. Thank you, Angel. S’ all I needed.”

Angel just nods, curling further into himself for a moment before abruptly turning onto his back and feigning sleep. They both know he’s awake- he’s not snoring as loudly or as endearingly as he would if he truly was asleep- but Husk doesn’t call him on it, just reaches down to the first aid kit he’d dragged over in his initial protective rage and starts unpacking the necessary materials. Alcohol (not the fun kind), gauze, tape, and Angel’s preferred- though he’d never tell you it- heart-patterned bandages.

Another glance at Angel’s stiffly unmoving form reminds him that he hadn’t even had time to remove his makeup before passing out from exhaustion. Smears of glittery pink decorate his eye sockets, smudged from what Husk can only assume were punishing bouts of sweat and exercise. Husk pushes down the surge of indignation this thought elicits and smooths Angel’s hair back, thumbing for a moment near his hairline, before standing.

“Be back in a sec. Forgot something.” He keeps his voice low, tries for soothing but probably achieves something more like a dying wood chipper. Angel- who had up until that point been tightly coiled, as if expecting a blow- eases into the cushions at the sound. He hums, “Mmk. Thanks.”

Husk doesn’t respond lest Angel figure out from the cadence of his voice that Husk doesn’t need to be thanked. That he wants to do this. That he likes it.

It’s just- Angel always looks so at peace in these moments. The usual tension in his body melts away leaving nothing but the rawest and purest version of him. Husk loves that version of him, and he loves that Angel trusts him enough to show him it.

Husk returns after a minute or two with a pack of makeup wipes, Angel’s preferred brand, that he’d bought not too long ago precisely for moments like this. Angel was always complaining about glitter getting into his eyes when he forgot to take his makeup off and Husk saw an opportunity to Fix It. There’s not a lot in Angel’s life that Husk is able to help with, but this is something. And he jumped at the chance.

Angel is snoring lightly, right back at the cusp of oblivion that Husk had so heartlessly torn him from before. He sniffs and turns toward Husk when he settles back at his side, curling slightly into his warmth. Husk can’t help the smile that infects his features at the movement.

With careful, callused fingers, Husk begins to dab at the cuts on Angel’s torso. He’s not sure how to feel about the fact that Angel only flinches at the initial sting, not the rest of the painful swipes. It speaks to a depth of experience with this kind of thing that Husk vehemently dislikes the thought of Angel having to go through. Sure, in theory he knows Angel’s been subjected to this bullshit for decades, but to see it spelt out like this? So clearly and heartbreakingly? Husk has to take a moment between cleaning and bandaging the wounds to collect himself.

Angel whines when he takes his hands away.

“Easy. Easy, Legs.” He wants to call him ‘baby’ but isn’t convinced enough of Angel’s unconsciousness to chance it. Angel huffs.

The rest of the bandages go on easily enough, with minimal protests from Angel- which, somehow only seem to occur when Husk pulls away- and Husk smooths a healthy amount of bruise cream on each of Angel’s visible bruises. He’s almost certain there are more hidden beneath the- admittedly skimpy- clothing Angel is wearing, but is unwilling to undress him like this.

Pulling the surprisingly fluffy throw blanket from the back of the couch, Husk drapes it over Angel’s form, smoothing the sides down and tucking his arms beneath its warmth so he doesn’t wake up cold.

Husk is methodical in his cleanup of the first aid supplies, drawing each movement out so that he has more of a reason to stay in the room. To look at the rare smooth openness of Angel’s expression.

Once finished, he sets the kit to the side and picks up the makeup wipes, pulling one from the pack and pinching it between his pointer and thumb as he leans over Angel’s face. He moves one hand to cup his cheek, and the other to begin swiping lightly across Angel’s left eyelid.

Angel flinches a little at the unexpected contact, eyelids fluttering as his expression scrunches, disrupting the smooth peace Husk had so adored. It strikes something sore within Husk to watch.

“Hey. Hey, you’re okay, Baby. I’m not gonna hurt you. Go back to sleep.” The ‘baby’ slips out, Husk just can’t filter his words as carefully when Angel is so close, and so clearly hurting.

Angel’s expression smooths at the sound of his voice, at first fractionally, then all at once. It’s a gift to witness.

He leans his cheek further into Husk’s hand and Husk, unable to curb the small chuckle that bursts from his chest at the sight, smooths his thumb underneath Angel’s newly cleaned eye.

This is perfect. If life was fair and they were free this could be their normal, their everyday intimacies, indulged in unrestrained bliss. Husk allows himself to live in the thought for a moment before moving to clean Angel’s other eye.

He doesn’t flinch this time, simply sinks into Husk’s hand as it cradles his face and tips his right side towards him. Husk lets his fingertips linger against smooth, cool skin as he works. Swiping tenderly with each pass, as if Angel were something worth treating carefully.

Husk finishes his work without fanfare and, with an indulgent, lingering press of his lips to Angel’s warm forehead, he stands.

Only to nearly keel over when he meets Angel’s own, lidded- but OPEN- eyes.

“FUCK!”

Angel laughs, but it’s small and syrupy. Real.

“Thanks, Babycakes.” He offers, reaching his arms above his head in a stretch before settling back, deeper under the covers. “You sure know how to treat a guy. Careful what you offer, though, okay? Might end up with a junkie on your ass if it's too sweet.”

Husk understands what he’s really trying to say and shakes his head.

“Any time, Angel.”

[introvert-time-art]

so i got a little silly (watched david tennant's richard ii) and then got even sillier (drew some painfully dramatic crowleys referencing it) (but at least i practiced shading a little) (was it worth it for the turbo cringe?)

[halfusek]

Are we laughing? Are we crying? Are we drowning? Are we dead? Or is it all a dream?

[localfandom]

ok yuri is starting to just be a prick

[sinclairdoll]

Imagine being an angel who fell in love with Baldwin.

(I've written something, but i will not write anything more, so if anyone is interesting, just go)

Baldwin was inside his chambers when a bright light appeared for him. He tried to protect his eyes with his hands, but the white light was too bright. When the King finally opened his eyes, he was confused, more than anything, confused to see that feminine looking being with 6 wings and a white dress covering her body. Baldwin watched as you tried to walk but fell on the floor. Even against all his logic, he came to help you stand up. As fragile as he was, he still helped you stand. 

“Who are you” He asked, mesmerized by your angelic beauty.

“I am… One of the guardians of benevolence… An angel, an servant of the Father."

“But… That can't be” Even with your wings on display for him to see you, it was still unbelievable. 

You waved your wings, looking at him with a frown. 

“I am who i am. If you don't believe me, that is a shame, Baldwin.” 

[sillygreenrat]

THE EAST PATCH GOT TO 100K ON THEIR KICKSTARTER AND THIS IS THE FREE LIL ADD ON WE WERE TEASED AT!!?!?!?!?!?!

ACTIVELY HOOTING AND HOLLERING?!?!?!?!?! HELLO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

LITERALLY GONNA CRY THESE ARE SO GOOD

[jkpng]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[cryinhell]

So I just wanted to get my thoughts out there because this is my blog, so why not.

I keep seeing people suspect that if huskerdust is canon, then it will be very angsty at first. Like how stolitz is currently in Helluva Boss. But, I bring up the idea that maybe despite Angel and Husk having loads of problems, their relationship isn't one of them. What if they become like the Moxxie and Millie of the series? What if their relationship is the only good thing in their afterlives?

The reason I say this is because Angel and Husk are in the main cast, but they are not the main characters. Charlie and maybe Alastor are. So, it makes sense for a romance conflict to be given to Charlie and Vaggie than Angel and Husk. If we compare it to Blitzø and Stolas, who are the main characters in Helluva Boss and the couple with the most issues. Again, I could be completely wrong as theories of huskerdust being angsty are completely valid and understandable given both of their numerous issues. But I wanted to throw out this alternative theory because why not. And despite how cute chaggie is, I can see how it could become angsty, but I also could be far off.

There is still plenty of angst and drama for Angel and Husk separately. So I'm just wondering if their relationship will be the break from all of that pain. And even if it does start out rocky, I'm sure it will end up fluffy eventually.

Regardless of what happens, I'm sure it will be worth the pain.

[nandermoenthusiast]

and if adam hazbin hotel dies for real and doesnt return as a sinner in s2 and the fandom forgets about him, then what am i gonna fucking do

[iarrelm]

Angel Dust sketch dump ft. Husk

In honor of meeting Blake Roman at LVL Up Expo today here are some Angel sketches I've had sitting in my folder for awhile.