#Dancefloor

[the-golden-purple-box]

[neonfeel]

Footloose (1984)

[no7er]

If Looks Could Kill Digital artwork by me, 2024

[ykrecordsblog]

Eve Maret "Mantra"

[bouncygram]

@technoinstitution

[user03333339333]

God is a DJ, life is a dancefloor, love is the rhythm.

[lcselkonusmalar]

Love

🖤

[eightiesfan]

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[yellowmanula]

Sun is like an open eye Big wind is blowing over Lead me to another life All my ties are broken I'm in wonderful Disarray

[limonchik220]

This beautiful cutie is MT Sans (wings are like part of the costume)

and I noticed that I accidentally made wings in Vassago colors...

OC (MT Sans) by: @grivgrigor

[the-golden-purple-box]

1979

[jalicefanficblog]

Hazbin oneshot request

Angel Dust and Vaggie go out partying for a night

(After much persuasion from Charlie)

Two very not motivated Party Animals on their Way to a new Club, let´s get this Paaaarty started :D

Partying against any Resistance

Vaggie tugged at her pink bow again and couldn't believe that she had really agreed to it.

"Come on, Pinky! As if you didn't have parties in heaven! This is going to be fun!" - Angel Dust had thrown an extra portion of pink glitter into his hair and grinned cheekily.

He seemed to be in a much better mood than Vaggie. Which was no wonder, because Angel had fun no matter what party he was at…it was part of his character and the nature that had accompanied the porn star since his arrival in hell.

But going out partying with Vaggie would not be one of Angel's favorite activities…despite all his motivation to really let off steam in the new club tonight. Not that he had asked to go out partying with the former angel…it had been Charlie's idea.

The princess of hell had begged both Angel and Vaggie that they could only strengthen their relationship by going out together in a club. It would definitely do them good and, building on this joint exercise, they could trust each other more and definitely become friends.

Charlie had been damn stubborn and in the end both Angel and Vaggie had given in and agreed. Just so that the Princess of Hell would stop coming up with the idea every day. But Angel thought that Vaggie was definitely a killjoy and definitely couldn't party well.

At least she had been in heaven when Cherri Bomb was with them in the club to support Charlie in the trial. Besides, the woman with the X over her eye and the big bow in her hair always seems so uptight, focused on the safety of the hotel and so on… as if someone had shoved a stick up her ass and she didn't know what having fun meant… Angel would need more than just a drink after this night of partying.

“Call me Pinky again and you'll lose a finger, Angel!”, threatened Vaggie as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at the spider demon with an annoyed look.

“This can only get bad…”, mumbled Angel and put his pink sunglasses on his nose, but still gave Vaggie a big smile.

“Let's see if you're good at partying, Niffty only recently discovered that your tits could be improved, huh?”, said Angel and received a punch on the upper arm for saying this.

“Fuck Vaggie, that hurt! CHARLIE, your girlfriend hit me for no reason!”, grumbled Angel dramatically.

“Angel talks too much bullshit, Charls!”

“Not true!”

“It's true!”

Charlie put an arm around each of her friends' shoulders and assured them again that this party evening could only help them, that they should now pull themselves together and have fun, and with these words Charlie chased the spider demons and the former angel out of the door and waved goodbye. Angel and Vaggie had no choice… they would have to visit the newly opened club and… have fun… or quietly drink a few drinks at the bar.

The club was well attended and several sinners, hellborns and demons were already on the dance floor, swinging their hips and asses and feeling the vibe of the music. The atmosphere was lively and more and more party guests were drawn to the club's premises, which was probably due to the advertising slogan. New opening - first shot free, second drink 50% off!

“Urgh Vaggie, you don’t seriously want to sit at the bar the whole time… I want to have fun on the dance floor,” Angel drained his second shot (which he got by flirting with the bartender and for free) and pointed to the dance floor with one of his two pairs of hands.

“I’m here with you and having a great time Angel… that’s all Charlie expects,” Vaggie commented, absentmindedly stirring her drink.

“Oh yes Pinky! She expects us to return to the hotel later arm in arm and like best friends and to have built up a really great relationship and friendship. So move your ass…,” Angel said almost provocatively as the song changed. It was an old song.

An old song that made some of the younger party guests step back in confusion and those sinners who had been living in hell for a long time roared loudly at the ‘oldie song’. Angel said nothing to the rhythm or the first few bars…it must have been before his time and the spider demon was already annoyed and wanted to sit back down on the bar stool.

"That's…wow and they're seriously playing the song…", Vaggie had put down her glass and seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, but when the first words were sung, she seemed to throw her doubts overboard and ran almost angelically towards the dance floor, leaving Angel with a puzzled expression on his face.

"WTF…is going on here now? Vaggie, wait, bitch!", Angel shouted and followed the former angel onto the dance floor, just to be impressed…that Vaggie obviously not only had a whole choreography down, but could also dance really well to the old song, which “inspired” her and kept her on the dance floor for a few modern songs later.

And it was apparently exactly the mood booster that Vaggie needed to give this thing a chance and challenge Angel to a dance duel, which both of course accepted, were cheered on by the crowd and which Vaggie won…..she got two shot glasses for free and generously gave one to Angel.

“WOW who would have thought that you could dance so well Vaggie,” said Angel as he clinked the shot glass with Vaggie’s and both drank the contents in one go.

Vaggie gave him one of her rare honest smiles and seemed to take the compliment seriously, which Angel meant honestly.

“Let's rock the dance floor!”, said Angel with a big grin and held out one of his four hands to Vaggie.

And this time Vaggie took the hand, laughing and let Angel pull her off the bar stool and lead her onto the dance floor to dance to different songs and show everyone…that she and Angel were really good at it and that the dance floor belonged to them.

Despite initial resistance from both sides, it was a really cool and fun party evening for Angel and Vaggie.

(Also because on the way back, slightly drunk and euphoric from the club experience, both of them came up with the brilliant idea of ​​stealing a traffic sign and giggling as they put it in the entrance hall of the Hazbin Hotel and took a selfie in front of it! So that everyone could see that they had not only been partygoers that evening, but also the gentle beginning of a developing friendship had begun!)

THE END

[kritiosboi]

It's London Pride bitches LET'S GET WEIRD

[lodilove]

I feel like Crowley likes to be dragged by Aziraphel on the dancefloor (just look at that surprised face!)

[mgstappie]