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I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me?
An Angel Dust Centric Fanfiction | Rated Explicit | Final count: 195k
New chapter posted on Ao3 every Tuesday
Join Angel on the decline of his relationship with Val, the tentative build toward his relationship with Husk, and, somehow, a new connection with Vaggie alongside a healing friendship with Cherri.
…and maybe, just maybe, he’ll gain a reason to live for tomorrow.
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The fuck you mean, Vaggie's an exorcist?
The fuck you mean, Charlie's forgiven her?
So much for found family.
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"Yeah, sure, the Ten Commandments," Angel says with a dismissive wave. "I got seven outta ten when I was alive, so if it was a pass/fail sorta deal I think I shoulda gotten in."
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Chapter One: Hand over to Ruler | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/164670862
Chapter Two: one’s cherished own Soul | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/165147844
Chapter Three: Relinquish into Honor | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/169916506
Chapter Four: sixth ring’s crystal | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/170974087
Chapter Five: Hell’s unkind trials, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/171165691
Chapter Six: two Souls must withstand | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/171949768
Chapter Seven: One’s free will to dwindle, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/172501312
Chapter Eight: one to expand | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173262916
Chapter Nine: Unravel Fate | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173697217
Chapter Ten: when Heir takes Covenant | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173774953
Chapter Eleven: Then weathered, hardened Souls | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173774998
Chapter Twelve: one must confront | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775022
INTERLUDE: A Wound Acknowledged on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/62783527
Chapter Thirteen: Rest in the chill | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775049
Chapter Fourteen: of Pride’s dark, stony depths | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775079
Chapter Fifteen: Charges of Death, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775115
Inspired by some fanart, I wrote about Husk stealing your pillow and doing gross NSFW things with it
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Husk notices that you left your pillow on the lobby couch. It obviously belongs to you; even if not for the unique pattern on your pillowcase, he recognizes your scent on it, a delicious blend of your soap and your natural scent.
A wicked thought starts swirling through his mind. No, he couldn't- you'd absolutely notice it was gone- but no one's around to see, there's no reason anyone would suspect him-
And that's how he ended up with your pillow in his room. He's laying back with the pillow hugged to his chest and face, tail waving and wings fluttering as he takes deep breaths against the fabric. It's the same scent that drives him crazy whenever you sit with him at the bar, now stronger than he could have ever imagined in all those dreams where he held you tight.
He lightly scratches at the pillowcase, wishing it was your clothing beneath his claws. In his head, he's holding you close as you both dance together in the moonlight. He's lightly tugging at your clothes as he kisses your lips, drowning in your scent and taste... he's wondering if there's anything he can say that would allow him to remove your outfit and pull your skin against his bare fur-
His cock starts throbbing uncomfortably in his pants. Fuck. Well, he's alone... may as well take care of it. He undresses himself just enough to free his cock from his pants and starts stroking it, his other arm still clutching the pillow and huffing the scent.
Your body is grinding against him as he kisses and huffs at your neck, his claws threatening to tear your top from your body so he can feel you, fuck this fabric for being in the way-
He tears a gash into the pillowcase and the pillow with his clutch. Shit, shit, shit! He can't return this to you like this! Maybe he can ask Niffty to repair it- how is he going to explain to her how this happened?!
More wicked thoughts are entering his mind. If the pillow's already ruined...
He sits up and settles the pillow in front of him. A brief flicker of sense tries to get his attention. You aren't really about to do this, are you, Husk?
He moves his hips forward so that he's sitting on the pillow, and starts slowly grinding his bare cock against it. Fuck, it's so soft and smooth... it's not exactly the first time he's gotten himself off with a pillow, but the knowledge that it's your pillow, covered in your scent, is driving him crazier than he's felt in a long time.
With a growl, he pins the pillow to the bed as he ruts against it - ruts into you. Your scent is filling his brain, draining his sense of where he is and what he's doing. He's with you. That's all he can think about. You're underneath him, moaning and bucking into him, begging his name-
He bends over to hug the pillow tight as he continues rutting into it. It's so soft- you're so soft! He takes a deep breath and purrs loudly. He begins licking at the pillow- at your skin, savoring your taste-
He ruts faster, you're moaning his name louder-
"I love you, baby..." he groans to no one as he thrusts, as you tighten around him- "Please cum for me-"
You scream and squeeze him tight, fingers gripping his feathers, and he can't stop thrusting- he's so fucking close, it needs to happen soon, it needs to happen inside you-
He cries your name into his empty bedroom as his seed drains onto your pillowcase. He keeps rutting against the warm, wet spot, the sensation helping him better imagine that he's really inside you. It isn't long before he has nothing left to give, and he collapses on top of the pillow, his wings and tail wilted, his breaths labored.
His own scent is mixed nicely with yours now.
He keeps the pillow for a few more days, making love to it at every opportunity. He's always fully disgusted with himself when he's busy considering the act and while he's comprehending what he's just done, but in the moment, all shame is dampened by how badly he needs you.
His heart sinks in disappointment the day he realizes he can no longer find your scent on the pillow, the stench of his own filth now taking it over completely.
A few days after that, you casually mention that you left a pillow in the lobby about a week ago, and you wonder what happened to it. It wasn't important, really, but it's still weird that it vanished.
I also love the implication the cuck scene gives that vox has an office in his bedroom. This guy
RIGHT. This is in addition not only to his normal office, but his whole basement surveillance set-up + the multi-screen arrangement he has right in the middle of Val's living room, for some reason—which, granted, Val clearly uses sometimes too, but let's be honest with ourselves, we know who put it there and who it's for. I'm convinced the only reason we didn't see him with a dedicated space in Vel's potion room is that she's made it VERY clear she'll fight him to the death before letting him fuck up her color scheme. They still play out this argument at least once a week.
I love this because not only does it speak to his pathological workaholism, but it is also??? strangely cute??? loser television doesn't like to be alone so he's contrived ways to take his work into pretty much any non-public space Val or Velvette might have reason to occupy. Especially with the way he basically dragged Alastor along with him literally everywhere like an emotionally abusive 24/7 security blanket during S2, I'm imagining him just. Quietly and casually shadowing Val or Vel pretty much any time it is possible to do so without other people noticing. Like a puppy who does paperwork instead of playing. I bet he gets weird and cranky any time either he or the two of them are too busy/tied up with public-facing work for him to persistently hover. he just! likes to be around them, okay!
The biggest difference between Angel Dust’s and Husk’s contracts is that Angel is in a cult.
Vox was the head of a cult in life, and the Vees have a cult in Hell as well.
Graphics of the BITE (control of Behavior, Information, Thought, and Emotion) model definition of a cult:
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“Not every group or relationship uses every one of these. Some are universal such as deception (Information control), indoctrinating people to distrust critics and former members, or installing phobias to make people afraid of questioning or leaving.”
before my egg cracked, i had noticed that trans people were often pro-accessibility and up-to-date on the needs of disabled people, but i hadn’t seen any inherent connection between the two (other than the obvious minority-looking-out-for-other-minority thing). but now that i’m trans and medically transitioning, and i have to constantly repeat myself while talking to doctors and nurses, and explain things about my own anatomy to medical staff who should already know this, and having every single problem i might have blamed on my “condition” so nothing i say is taken seriously, all of the sudden i have a little sneak peak into the life of someone who has to deal with this all the time. like shit bro, being disabled probably sucks ass, someone should do something about this
As a Radiostatic shipper, some fans subconsciously put the ship on a higher pedestal than the friendship between the Vees, even though the love they share is what ultimately saved Vox and everyone else. It's giving "platonic love isn't as strong or important as romantic love" and it's getting more obvious by the day. Whatever happens with Radiostatic and their situationship, I hope the Vees continue to be disgustingly sweet with each other, and the show doesn't disband them in favour of making a romantic ship canon <3
"Radiostatic was already canon it just wasnt romantic" @captaincat3110 I'm stealing your tags because YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES THIS!!!!! Even just the proposition that Radiostatic could be romantic (even though it won't) is enough for some fans to hope Valentino and Velvette get killed off so "Vox can be free to be with Alastor" as if them being friends again is less important. It's staggeringly aphobic from so many perspectives.
I hate it i hate how aphobic this fandom is we don't need them to kiss on screen we need them to eye fuck each other we dont need them to be boyfriends they can be "just" friends and it will be equally as devastating and as beautiful to see them be ready to give up literally everything just to ensure they get to hold each other one moment more because theyre selfish they're greedy they need each other like they need air.
And the Vees? Guys have we not seen anything Val was cheering them on😭 Velvette was gossiping with Alastor wdym you want them dead theyre a family they get along omg. Vox would be irreparably damaged if anything ever happened to them. Just think about how he was suicidal when he still had them in his life
YESS!! The Vees are such a positive influence on Vox and exactly what he needs rn to feel loved and appreciated. Their relationship is one of the most sincere and caring ones in the show!!
"I hope Radiostatic becomes canon!" It already is canon they juwt don't fuck 😭
We saw them fuck actually fighting was them fucking. Tentacle porn.
"We need to get this man some love!!!1!" And then they want to kill off the vees like cmonnnn they're making vox kinda sorta maybe see why he's worth being kept and loved. Cmon. They love his loser ass
"But, it's not the same." Is it, or are we as a society incapable of admitting platonic love is enough for people to have a happy life? In this case, even better?
to get the most of out ot3s you have to consider that they consist of smaller 2 person subdynamics where the third person is always in a weird and fucked up position of being a permanent voyeur to an interpersonal dynamic they are privy to but never a fully participant in. that whatever u have with them its not the same as what they have with each other, in a way thats equally intimate and alienating. yeah a throuple is fun when its a couple and their third but in an ideal world per 1 threesome you should be getting three somewhat volatile couples with their own dedicated third. and i think yoohankim #gets that.
anyways. my final thoughts on the ai thing is that if you've used ai for fanfic writing, you can just stop. if youre genuinely just someone who's using it as a tool bc youve gotten used to it, its not too late to stop. I guarantee you that your writing will be better and all AI is teaching you is now how to write like AI. u need to learn how to write like u. and if you look, you Can find people in fandom to help you. theres someone who can help you proofread your fic, or tinker with your sentences. someone to help you with code. someone to help u find the answers to all your hockey questions. and itll be more fun this way
It's really funny when doctors and medical professionals don't like, meaningfully understand how comorbidity works. "oh, it's very unlikely someone would have all these rare conditions at once"
yeah. maybe that would be fair to say about say, discrete viruses. but about syndromes?
like. the conditions of the human body don't know that they're taxonomically discrete. they don't know that they have different names or lists of symptoms. if a human body has a consistent issue with say, its heart rhythm, or its inflammatory response, or its glandular response, or immune system
the reason that ehlers-danlos syndrome (EDS), mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS), postural tachycardia syndrome (PoTS), IBS (irritable bowel), autism, and even shit like coeliac and PMDD or endometriosis overlap is bc like. these are largely inflammatory issues or issues with the fascia
It's not "what the fuck, how can this person have all these different things wrong with them", bc these are largely like. syndromic definitions of how x bodily issue manifests in different systems, structures, or organs of the body
many of these conditions change in definition over time
and that's bc they're studied and understood more over time where people more meaningfully understand underlying causes and issues, such as through hormone or genetic profiles, or largely like. immune response
it's also how "rare" conditions become understood as more common over time
idk like. not to be on my soap box on this specific issue but this is what happens when you don't teach medical professionals philosophy beyond the basic ethical shit. the reason philosophy is important to medical study is so you don't mistake etymological or philological issues for scientific ones
Used to be magically powerful and able to defend himself in a way he no longer is
Has PTSD from being tortured and almost killed, and would benefit from not feeling so easily overpowered in a fight
Is still in danger, seeing as Stella still wants him dead and Striker is still out there. (He also now works for a company that regularly kills people and we all know these idiots get into all sorts of trouble on the job)
Has gotten physically violent before (see: beating up Andrealphus' ass), demonstrating he can put up a violent fight and would not hesitate to put any amount of weapon technique to good use
Gentle corruption. Corruption in a kind of soft, romantic sense, you know? Where I get to hold them and cuddle them and press them to my chest and tell them how much I love them as I drag them deeper into my embrace. Rather than being something that makes them more horny, or mindless, or completely obedient, it just makes them feel safe and lovey around me. It makes them smile so brightly when I give them attention. Makes the sound of my voice so much more appealing, makes it so staring at me alone feels relaxing, makes their cheeks go deep red when I offer to hold their hand. So they can barely contain their eagerness when I offer to hold them, and play with their hair. Corruption that's warmth, and happiness, and comfort, and love that permeates even the furthest depths of their being. Corruption that feels good, but never wrong, just safe, safe to fall into the embrace of, safe to give into, because every part of you knows that it feels right, it feels perfect, it feels like and may very well be everything you've ever needed.
