#juice dust

[auraeseer]

Upon evaporation . . .

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

If Killer has a stuffed friend, I think all the others should have one too *gifts plushies to all the boys*. I hope these at least help you guys feel better while you recover! :)

Nightmare: …cute.

Horror: ah, thank you Background text: 20% off Background text: hfdjk Background text: please pretend i drew- Background text: -food on the shelves

Dust: snrk… it's baby sized. Cross, amused: you're holding it like a child too. Dust: i'm naming xem Bismuth Technetium Hydrogen Dust's shirt: bone hurting juice Cross's shirt: GAY (in the colors of the aromantic flag)

Cross: !

[a-whispering-echo]

huh, okay, i guess i will!

[sp3akfromtheart]

up to the moment when we said our first hello, little did we know, love was just a glance a way a warm embracing dance away...

[avatarquake]

Under the guise of 'we are now tethered together by a deal I'm waiting for the perfect moment to cash in' Alastor turns into a touch-cat-gremlin, meaning he's even more touchy-feely with Charlie than usual. Whenever she is within arm-grabbing distance, he is pulling her in to pinch her cheeks, pat her head, hold her close, rest his face on her shoulder and rub cheeks with her -like a cat rubs its head against your leg-, spin her around in short, impromptu dances, or otherwise demanding of her attention and manhadling her as if she was a doll he was choosing where to place ('should we stand here? maybe other there? is this the right angle for us to look professional enough? come, you have to see this, my dear.'). It is the perfect excuse to be around Charlie even more, even if he is using it both on himself and everyone else.

There is no rhyme nor reason to it, no pattern, and while generally Charlie accepts her fate of practically being joined at the hip with Alastor with a combination of mild resignation and her accepting nature, she does get annoyed when he pulls this shit during serious moments, particularly while she is trying to work.

There is a noticable ramping up (which she didn't believe could be possible, considering, but here we are) when her dad is present, but she figures if she doesn't bring attention to it, Al will calm down eventually, missing the point entirelly, because Lucifer (who is the intented target) makes a deal out of it and that feeds Al to bursting.

Angel treats the whole thing as his own soap opera, Husk is even grumpier whenever he sees it, Niffty doesn't seem to care either way, Cherri uses it as a distraction and Vaggie is fuming and worrying because he is the Radio Demon and Charlie is in a deal with him.

[hazbinhotelactorsau]

ACTORS AU PLAYLIST: 1

RadioDust — 'angel with a shotgun'

candyman ~ christina aguilera "he's a sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman"

i don't want to set the world on fire ~ the ink spots "i've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim: i just want to be the one you love"

fly me to the moon ~ frank sinatra "you are all i long for; all i worship and adore"

if not for you ~ måneskin "if not for you, i wouldn't sing anymore. if not for you, i couldn't get off this floor"

la vie en rose ~ édith piaf "when he takes me into his arms, he speaks softly; i see life in pink"

can't help falling in love ~ elvis presley "take my hand; take my whole life too for i can't help falling in love with you"

tip toe through the tulips ~ tiny tim "if i kiss you in the garden in the moonlight, will you pardon me?"

i want you to know me ~ sea girls "i wanna be somebody i don't know and i want you to know me"

terrified ~ jazmin bean "i've been killed before but maybe, just maybe, this time i could live without being terrified all the fucking time"

i will follow you into the dark ~ death cab for cutie "if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs; if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then i'll follow you into the dark"

beautiful crime ~ tamer "we fight every night for something; when the sun sets we're both the same — half in the shadows, half burned in flame"

just pretend ~ bad omens "i know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face and not a day goes by where i don't think i feel the same"

can't get you out of my head ~ kylie minogue "every night; every day; just to be there in your arms"

emergency contact ~ pierce the veil "there's no greater vengeance than learning to enjoy again"

the storm ~ the blackout "i'll never take the sun away; i'll never bring the dark again"

[drinking-plum-juice]

Homies I haven’t drawn husk in about 2 years!! First attempt since 2022!

[ghostie-gengar]

i drew N ibuprofen on the windowsill at school

[legionofpotatoes]

been playing bits and pieces of horizon forbidden west! game's pretty as hell

[berryblu-soda]

local silly goofer was seething with rage and dumped it all in the tags, read at your own risk :3 <- personal stuff, wrote this after the tags, pretty okay now, just got it out of my system, love yall <3<3<3

[lifeserieswarriors]

claycloud / smallishbeans

[dustedmagazine]

The Umbrellas — Fairweather Friend (Slumberland)

The Umbrellas’ second album opens with a shimmer of cymbal, a bobbling pogo stick of bass, a jagged slash of guitar, hitting harder from the get-go than in the dream-poppy self-titled. Two distinct personalities emerge from songs which alternate lead singers. “Three Cheers,” and indeed, all the cuts lead sung by Matt Ferrara, leans hard into Postcard Records/C86-ish pop. Here especially, Ferrara’s scrappy heartfelt vocals give off a good whiff of Orange Juice’s Edwyn Collins, and his dueling, scrabbling guitar jangle with Morgan Stanley evokes harder, more angular bands of the era, like Fire Engines.

Then, when Stanley takes the mic, the sonics turn softer and more expansive. In careening “Goodbye,” she starts the verse against the dry tinder of drumming (that’s Keith Frerichs), the playful hop of bass (Nik Oka) then twirls and swirls in giddy “bah bah bahs” at the chorus. Her songs have the barbed sweetness of the Aislers Set and Camera Obscura.

The two switch off, both between and within songs, and some of the best cuts are the ones where they both sing. “Gone” jangles dizzily around Ferrara’s rough, pitchy romanticism, while Stanley volleys in angelic, perfect descants in a dream-scented soprano.

The Umbrella’s debut was a pleasure, but Fairweather Friend aims at deeper feelings, sharper guitar play and more rambunctious rhythms. The closing “PM” feels like it’s going to be an introspective ending, as liquid, lyrical guitars crisscross and Ferrara channels hurt and confusion. But it kicks up in a surprising way, ratcheting up the power chords, rumbling up some drums, and inviting Stanley in from the wings to lead feathery layers of melodic ecstasy. The Umbrellas have always offered bashed up, joyriding sweetness, but here they reach at—and intermittently attain—a Spector-esque wall of rock ‘n roll sound. Even better, that larger scale doesn’t undermine the vulnerability of their songs, but instead amplifies and clarifies it.

Jennifer Kelly

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Is Error in one of the Teams Or is he a loney guy?

And what does everyone fears/likes the most?

Killer: i like Nightmare (platonically) and i fucking hate paintbrushes Cross: oh, i fear cows and like tacos and chocolate. the only thing i like more than these two things was beating the shit out of Ink. it was funny and worth the scars Dust: abandonment Dust: … Dust: … Dust: i like…d Dust: …when Cross beat the shit out of Ink

(Horror likes making nests out of blankets/pillows and fears not having a steady food source. Currently taking a well-deserved nap.)

[rose-colored-tarot]

*planning out a fairly in depth curse*

Ugh, I’m going to need to cast a circle for this

[inkykeiji]

me telling my boyfriend he has to be extra nice to me because i’m sick and him responding with ‘sorry baby, i don’t know how to be nice’ is peak dabi

[e-m-p-error]

[ @hisslord LIKED For A Starter || Angel Dust ]

[ Barbie ]

The man standing around the park bench was, most likely, her target, and Barbie made a beeline for him.

"Hey, you here about the thing?" She asked him suddenly upon approaching, her head tilting to the side. Her tail tip twitched a few times, and she eyeballed him, the spider being quite a bit taller than her. That didn't deter her, of course, and she held her bag to her chest.