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@angelacts
𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘;; a study in trauma, drug addiction, coping with mental illness, s/a, self-destructive tendencies, hedonism, healing is a brutal process, kindness hidden beneath the hurt.
warning: this blog will deal with themes of sex, sex work, abusive relationships, violence, blood, alcohol and drug use, and sexual trauma. this is an anti-vivziepop household.
this blog is written by coffee. 21+. selective and low activity.
RULES CARRD (coming soon)
here's my take on the drama: if you glorify and sexu//alize the ab/use of children, you are a predator. fictional or not, you're a predator. skeptic is a predator under the thinly veiled guise of it being "fiction". if you think it's just "drama" or "hey, it's roleplay, we just want to have fun" like some blogs i've seen on the dash, you're enabling that behavior. you're just as disgusting and you should be taking it more seriously. unkindly and with post haste, block me.
As much as the bar's color scheme offends his sense of interior design, Lucifer finds himself there this evening. I mean, what an eyesore. His internal monologue matches the aesthetic of the corner of the lobby. Ugly and disorganized, bitter with age, and decidedly aware of just how out of place it is. What else draws someone to a bar like this?
Truthfully, he'd hoped he'd be alone. It's late into the hours of the night, and hell, he'd tend himself, but the feline behind the counter wouldn't hear a word of it. He's a nice fellow, really. A soft voice. Lucifer finds himself, temporarily plucked from his misery, wondering whether or not Husker is permitted to leave the bar....or if the radio demon has something to do with just how adamant he is. The thought adds to his disgruntled expression, lips pursed.
The king nearly jumps, hands clasping the bar's edge as Angel Dust announces his presence. He doesn't recover quickly, giving the actor a sheepish grin and a flimsy chuckle. "Eh-heh...No...uh...." His tone drops a step or two, folding his arms on the counter and leaning forward as if defeated. "Hard millennium," he admits. But the last seven have been a real fucking kick in the teeth.
Without looking, Lucifer intercepts the sliding glass with his palm, feeling the liquid slosh over his glove. Slowly, the fallen glances at the spider, seeing his smile. It elicits one from him, a mirror. "Of course, we can...and uh⸺" He leans over, one hand covering the side of his mouth, "you didn't hear it from me, but there's booze if you know where to look." A genuine laugh now, musical as he throws his head back.
"Actually, you did hear it from me. You're gonna need it when you make it up there."
“didn't mean to spook you, boss man,” angel quickly apologizes. mentally, he hits himself. let's not give the king of hell a fuckin’ heart attack, anthony!
angel’s body aches from his day of work, but it doesn't compete with how tired the king looks now. his eyes show just how old he is, the depths that angel finds himself diving into. there's warmth there too, somewhere. the usual smile on his face is drawn now, showing the frown lines from his nose to his mouth. angel finds himself staring too long and covers it by knocking back a shot. “a millennium, huh?” the arachnid nods his head with a little scoff. “that's rough, pal. I think you need this more than I do,” he teases playfully. he pours himself another shot.
the smile on lucifer’s face warms him up as he gathers more confidence over…..whatever the fuck was happening. his smile widens at his joke as a stream of his own laughter flows from him. “i’ll take your word for it, of course you'd know where ta find the good stuff.” angel gives him a knowing smirk as he physically leans in. not too much, but noticeably getting comfortable. though, he's not prepared to hear what comes from the king next.
his smirk falters and his eyes soften. when you make it up there. the kindness behind it stabs him hard. how hopeful, just like his daughter. he pulls back again and nurses the shot in his hand carefully. a bittersweet feeling washes over him as he downs it. how could so many people believe in him when he couldn't even believe in himself? anthony can only hope that he'll be redeemed and be worthy of it.
a third shot poured over the glass and he clinked it to the bar. “cheers then….lucifer,” the name odd on his tongue, “to those who think that they're irredeemable, doesn't mean that they aren't.”
of all the sinners to run into at the bar - angel can't stop the sigh that leaves his puffed chest. the original sinner himself - lucifer. his mismatched gaze hits husk as he slides up to a bar stool. it's not like he's been trying to actively avoid him, he does live here now, there's no escaping that. on the other hand, his presence in the hotel makes charlie happy and confident. angel would bear it with a smile. lucifer is just so damn awkward to talk to. it felt like nails against a chalkboard.
"hey, whiskers, how 'bout ya leave a bottle of vodka for me?" he smirks and winks at the feline. this earns an eyeroll but it's worth seeing the knowing grin on husk's face. when the bottle is placed down, it's then that angel turns towards the light bringer. "hard day @hellshoncho?" he starts and pauses to scratch the back of his head. he's actually considering his words. he pulls a shot glass from over the counter and slides it towards his companion. switching tactics now. "can angels even get drunk? do they even have alcohol behind those pearly gates?" he manages a smile. small and genuine.
"i'd give it to you up front any day, handsome, you just give me a time and place." angel's smirk widens as he leans closer over the bar, intentionally running his hands along the bar's edge suggestively. "don't be so sour, puss, i just wanna take you out for the night. don't wanna be alone right now. i'll even let you pick where we go. whadya say?" the arachnid looks hopeful but impatient as his fingers tap against mahogany. anxiety that he'll say "fuck off".
" Aww, I dunno... " Husk smirks, as he gestures behind Angel to the empty lobby. " I got one hell of a crowd to handle before I can take a break. " He chuckles softly to himself. " Gimme a minute to wash up and tell Charlie, yeah? "
He drapes his cleaning rag over one of the cabinets behind the bar and takes to washing his hands at the sink. " Destination's dealer's choice. None'a the places I know off the top of my head really want me around. Probably better to go someplace I don't owe someone money. "
his eyes glance behind him to the empty lobby with an exaggerated turn of his body. "geez, you're a popular guy," angel rolls his eyes. "i guess i'll have'ta get in line for ya attention," he smiles wide. he pauses as husk turns around to clean up. he takes another moment to appreciate the view. his pink hues linger on his ass and legs for a moment too long. "take your time, handsome," he purrs.
angel taps his chin for a moment before his smile widens even more. he's got a few ideas. he waits another minute before husk is released from duty. the arachnid can't help the smile on his face as they leave the hotel. "there's this new club off of dante's inferno avenue. ain't nobody going to bother us there and hopefully, we get too fucked up to care, right?" he snickers. he resists the urge to touch husk's back to guide him in the right direction. "so...ya still gamble or is the hotel actually working it's magic?"
" Hey, kid. " He's peeking in from the elevator door on Angel's floor, and the motherfucker has popcorn. " Niff finally knocked out. Lemme show you somethin' with a half decent interrogation scene, yeah? "
angel lays haphazardly on the couch, hanging his body over the edge with his legs riding on the back. his head nearly touches the floor as he notices his favorite feline bartender. a smirk appears on his face before his limber body twists to an upright position. "when will ya stop calling me kid, whiskers?" he teases and leans back to get comfy. his long legs cross over one another before he perks up at the sound o a movie. "oh, really? how'd you manage to put her down?" he questions and stands up from his spot.
the starlet saunters up to husk and in a not-so-subtle way, brushes his hand across his shoulder blades and over the base of his wings. "we lookin' for inspiration for my next film, husk or are you showin' me what you want for a more private viewin'?" he purrs and teases him again. "just kiddin', let's go to my room, yeah?"
@angelacts ASKED : "when do ya get off work, whiskers?" ( for husk )
" You expectin' somethin' outta me? " Husk prods, arching a brow. " We been over this before, kid, give it to me up front or keep it to yourself. "
"i'd give it to you up front any day, handsome, you just give me a time and place." angel's smirk widens as he leans closer over the bar, intentionally running his hands along the bar's edge suggestively. "don't be so sour, puss, i just wanna take you out for the night. don't wanna be alone right now. i'll even let you pick where we go. whadya say?" the arachnid looks hopeful but impatient as his fingers tap against mahogany. anxiety that he'll say "fuck off".
it's natural instinct to flinch when val moves a muscle. angel knows it's coming, it makes him shirk back. arachnid winces and scowls before doing as he's told, but he creates distance away from the mothy little prick. not in his usual spot reserved for him when val is feeling affectionate. fuck him. fuck him. f u c k him!
"all i did was fuckin' ask you why you called for me at two am," he defends himself but it comes out harsher than he intends. he forgets who he's speaking to. he cringes to himself before forcing himself to relax. "sorry," his voice is quieter now, submissive with the remnants of his anger still biting on his tongue. "what did you want, val?" he asks after a few moments.
Whatever the issue is, he doesn't take it out on Angel entirely for the moment. He's furiously burning through his cigarette while he types away on his phone, muttering under his breath in a mish - mash of English and Spanish.
He doesn't answer right away either. It feels almost like he's ignoring Angel, forcing him to sit in silence for a few minutes as punishment for the attitude. When he feels satisfied with the time out, Valentino sets his phone face down on the nearest surface and sighs.
" I'm sorry, amorcito, I didn't mean to snap at you, " he simpers, sauntering over to sidle up next to Angel. " One of the tech boys fucked up the last photoshoot and a bunch of your pictures ended up corrupted. Voxxy is doing what he can, but... you know how emotional I get when it's your career on the line. " Valentino is pressing his face toward Angel's, breathing out apologetic words laced with red smoke and the smell of expensive wine. He kisses the spider's cheek gently. " I don't want your image ruined by a few bad pictures, baby. "
when valentino suffered, everyone else around him did too. his anger spilled like black ink, spreading and staining everything that it touched. angel stews in it, uncomfortably shifting in his seat as val intentionally ignores him. the starlet glances around him and notices how everyone avoids them like the plague. a sigh heaves itself from his chest as if he's been holding his breath for too long - he has. angel stiffens again when val moves again. his eyes immediately move towards the moth.
bleeding heart. he doesn't want to suffer the rest of the night, so he moves closer to the source of it. a smile spreads itself on his face as valentino saddles closer to him. "it's no worries," he purrs and runs two hands up and down his impressive tuft of fur. "those fuckin' idiots wouldn't know their own dicks if they were holdin' 'em," he attempts humor. angel pulls himself into val's lap with ease. he resists cringing when he pushes his face into his cheek. he leans into the kiss before tilting his head to press his own kisses down val's throat. "don't worry about it, baby, we can always reshoot the scene, get new pics, and save my obviously dying career. what can your angel do to make you feel better, hm?"
angel is drunk off his ass - another long day at the studio. his phone continues to buzz but he ignores it. his tongue sweeps over his sharp teeth, his body leaning over the counter, and his arms propping him up. "i know how it works, asshole, but-" he stops to think and gather his thoughts. his body sways for a moment. "fuck, what was i gonna say?" he grumbles and splays his limbs out over the bar. "why the fuck do you care so much about what i'm doin'?" he asks all of a sudden. this may be in reference to what happened when husk came to his rescue after the studio incident. angel may or may not be lingering closer to the bar these days, but not necessarily for the liquor. what an odd feeling.
" That's my job, " Husk insists, stepping back to give Angel the room to stretch himself out across the bartop. He glances toward the sound of the buzzing, but he doesn't make a comment. Not yet, at least. He's trying to be better about pushing Angel too far. " Not that you look like you need anymore alcohol in your system, but are you here for a drink, or...? " He sounds less annoyed than usual. He's felt less annoyed when Angel comes to visit lately.
angel groans loudly and stares up at husk from his slumped position, unable to take his eyes off the feline. "no," he slurs and shakes his head, "your job is to serve drinks. babysittin' ain't in the description," the arachnid sighs again before reaching out with a hand - or rather - pointing at the strongest liquor they had on hand. "no one can make drinks quite like yours," he admits stupidly, "ain't no one quite as handsome as you either." angel is learning not to lean too hard into bad habits, but god damn does liquor make him loose.
"come on," he entices with a push of his chest over the bar. he leans in closer but keeps it minimal. "take a shot with me, husky. you know i hate drinkin' alone..." he all but pouts. what an even odder way to ask for his company.
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"your royal shortness, it's a pleasure~"
Lucifer, midstep, stops in his tracks, eyes shifting to the side before his head follows. How original. "Uh-huh." The king looks him up and down, both hands perched on the apple of his cane. "You're one of Charlie's friends, so the pleasure is all mine!" In fact, he leans forward, reaching out to shake the pink creature's hand. The awkwardness of the interaction doesn't escape him. In fact, it's quite crushing. He's never been adept at small talk. A human pastime, really.
"So! Are you enjoying yourself at the ah⸺HAZBIN HOTEL, Ha-HA! I hear there have been trust falls and such. My daughter⸺," He begins to reminisce, eyes sparkling. "she's such a silly goose! She....she gets it from me." He says with a sigh...
of all the circles this was fucking awkward. oh well, fake it till you make it, anthony. it's your specialty. angel reaches out nonetheless to shake lucifer's hand. friend of charlie's. for some odd reason, he enjoys the sound of that. "yeah, i guess i am a friend of her's. i'm angel, but i'm sure you recognize me from my films," he says with a wide smirk on his face. "charlie has certainly made something out of this heap of nothing," he chuckles with a proud puff of his chest.
angel sees the sparkle in his eyes, a clear mirror to charlie. he can't even begin to imagine or even label the king of hell as "silly goose". he can't help but shake his head. "she's got vision, ain't sure if her eyesight is 20/20, but she's got something there.....that's for sure....... your highness?" he says with a sigh of his own. satan below, where is this conversation going? "anyways, you should stick around for another one of her exercises, see how it's really done," he invites him to stay and to watch charlie work her kumbaya magic.
@angelacts asked : ❛ why can't you just leave me alone? ❜
" Kid, you sit at my bar, I ain't goin' anywhere. I figured you knew that's how this worked. "
angel is drunk off his ass - another long day at the studio. his phone continues to buzz but he ignores it. his tongue sweeps over his sharp teeth, his body leaning over the counter, and his arms propping him up. "i know how it works, asshole, but-" he stops to think and gather his thoughts. his body sways for a moment. "fuck, what was i gonna say?" he grumbles and splays his limbs out over the bar. "why the fuck do you care so much about what i'm doin'?" he asks all of a sudden. this may be in reference to what happened when husk came to his rescue after the studio incident. angel may or may not be lingering closer to the bar these days, but not necessarily for the liquor. what an odd feeling.
angel dust standing up to valentino is such a serve and i love him for that. also really love that he stood up for himself in terms of his drug sobriety.
❝ who hurt you ? ❞
the starlet despises alastor's eyes. the way they pry without trying. always wide and seeking. it strips angel in a way that makes him feel vulnerable. he retreats far, far inside himself. his face twitches in discomfort before it creates an unsteady smirk. he knows what alastor means but he bares his fangs like any threatened spider. "the twenty guys that ran a train on me during a shoot today, you interested in being added to the list?"
"is that what you want to hear or did you tune into the wrong channel @radiokill?"
Stopping in his tracks, the simple curiosity cast out behind him like an afterthought, Alastor's frame becomes rigid. Should he expect anything more from the starlet? Angel Dust has a particular talent⸺deflection and discomfort. Quite effective, he'd say in STIFLING any concerns or questions others may have. The tack is, he will admit, particularly effective in HIS CASE, as well. The demon is no stranger to expletives, vitriol, and all manner of unsavory things being cast his way. It's HELL AFTERALL, and the despicable will do as they please....however, no sinner has been quite so persistent as the actor before him. In reality, no attempter has lived long enough to harass! HA-HAA! But the arachnid is an amusing little exception, isn't he?
It would be simple, peaceful even, to ignore his outburst and continue on his merry way to his room for a midnight snack. This is what he has done in the past.
The radio demon turns slowly on his heel, a snap of his hoof-like shoes signaling his attention as static continues to swim over his irises. No, no! He won't be yielding to Angel's NONSENSE or his diversion this evening.
"'Ran a train'....on your eye, my fibbing friend?" There is no humor, no grandiosity to his usual flamboyant tone, head tilting in wonderment as he confronts the hotel denizen directly. "No, no. Why would I HURT you, Angel?" He's curious to hear. There is no right or wrong answer...but the likelihood that the actor will answer is slim to none, of course.
With precision, Alastor extends his cane, poking the fluff of the spider's chest, the interference in the air dissipating until only a low fizzle remains. "Now, I will ask again. Who hurt you?"
a cord tightens in his chest, pulled taut and rigid. his face twists into a viscous sneer - anger ignites the arachnid as he advances on the radio demon. one step, two step. who the fuck was alastor to interrogate, to fucking question anyone's past? if anyone needed to be interrogated it was him. this walking, talking cheesy cartoon. he stares up at him with pure vitriol. if he wanted to go toe to toe, angel could play with the best of them. in this case, he was playing with the worst. "who wouldn't you hurt, alastor?" he snaps back and goes for more, "and another thing-"
then he hears it. charlie's voice in his head. calm down, relax, breathe.
he promised to be on his best behavior. he promised. angel takes a moment to sneer, stopping his sentence right then and there. his four hands come up to grab at alastor's cane. he doesn't let go either, simply keeping him there as pink hues remain steadfast on that condescending grin. "don't fuckin' touch me and don't fuckin' ask questions you don't actually care to know. there ain't nothing you can do about who hurt me and.....neither can i."
he tugs the cane closer, hopefully along with the demon. angel leans in without second thought. always so brazen, even when it's a farce. his face inches closer with a tilt of his chin. "now, we done with the fifty questions or is it my turn? ya know, if you wanted my company, you shoulda just said so," his voice lilts with a small smirk on his face.
@angelacts asked : “ what the hell is wrong with you? ” ( for val )
" Right now? It's that shrill fucking VOICE! Jesucristo, amas el sonido de tu propia idiotez, don't you?! Can I get five fucking minutes without you trying to give me a MIGRAINE?! " He doesn't do it just yet, but one of those clawed hands is raised in warning. " Sit down and look pretty. That's what I pay you to do. "
it's natural instinct to flinch when val moves a muscle. angel knows it's coming, it makes him shirk back. arachnid winces and scowls before doing as he's told, but he creates distance away from the mothy little prick. not in his usual spot reserved for him when val is feeling affectionate. fuck him. fuck him. f u c k him!
"all i did was fuckin' ask you why you called for me at two am," he defends himself but it comes out harsher than he intends. he forgets who he's speaking to. he cringes to himself before forcing himself to relax. "sorry," his voice is quieter now, submissive with the remnants of his anger still biting on his tongue. "what did you want, val?" he asks after a few moments.
𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘;; a study in trauma, drug addiction, coping with mental illness, s/a, self-destructive tendencies, hedonism, healing is a brutal process, kindness hidden beneath the hurt.
{{anti-vivzie. incredibly low activity and selective angel dust from hazbin hotel. 20+ only. developed by coffee.}}
🐝 * ― 𝑴𝒀 𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these quotes are taken from the infamous fanfic with the same name and edited slightly by me so they don't include wrong spelling and grammar. feel free to change things if needed. )
❛ i'm not related to gerard way but i wish i was because he's a major fucking hottie. ❜ ❛ well ... do you want to go with me? ❜ ❛ hey, it's ok i don't like him better than YOU! ❜ ❛ what the fuck do you think you are doing? ❜ ❛ my name's [ first ] [ last ], although most people call me vampire these days. ❜ ❛ no! no! but you don't understand! ❜ ❛ what is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit? ❜ ❛ i'm sorry i got all mad at you but i thought you cheated on me. ❜ ❛ you might think i'm a slut but i'm really not. ❜ ❛ why are you doing this? ❜ ❛ fuck off. you know i fucking hat the color pink anyway, and i don't like fucked up preps like you. ❜ ❛ well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. ❜ ❛ you look kawaii, girl. ❜ ❛ [ name ] i love you will you have sex with me? ❜ ❛ god, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard. ❜ ❛ why can't i just be ugly or plain like all the other girls and preps here? ❜ ❛ why would you wanna be ugly? ❜ ❛ i just wanna be with you, okay [ name ]. ❜ ❛ why couldn't satan have made me less beautiful? ❜ ❛ i'm good at too many things! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT'S A FUCKING CURSE! ❜ ❛ now i just wanna fucking be with you. i fucking love you! ❜ ❛ so i guess you're a prep or a christina or what now? ❜ ❛ oh my satan you have to buy that outfit! ❜ ❛ as you can see i gave the room a makeover. what do you think about it? ❜ ❛ i bet he's having a mid-life crisis! ❜ ❛ no one fucking understands me! ❜ ❛ no! wait! it's not what it fucking looks like! ❜ ❛ you mean you'll go fuck him, won't you? ❜ ❛ okay you can go now, see ya cunt. ❜ ❛ but what about me? you're not gonna break up or anything, are you? ❜ ❛ but you are so sexy and wonderful anyway, [ name ]. why would you need it? ❜ ❛ excuse me but you're going to have to leave. ❜ ❛ i love you too. i'll ... i'll see you in hell. ❜ ❛ this is unlogical and does not make any sense! ❜ ❛ what the fuck happened? am i like dead now? ❜ ❛ omfg, i can get you back together. ❜ ❛ whatever you do, don't blame them, you jerk. ❜ ❛ yeah, i was just trying to make sure you were still the same person. ❜ ❛ what if you don't like me anymore cause we're from different times? ❜ ❛ i knew who you were all along. ❜
