#angels & airwaves

[excitementshewrote]

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Everyone get ready to laugh at these gems for the next few days. I hope you'll enjoy it :^)

[somethingsgottasaveyou]

me and my comfort song against the world

[k3rplunked]

these were the first 4 pages of my new sketchbook :3

my severen sketches are kinda ass 😭 ima need to redraw them at some point 🙏

[brainfreeze27]

[rawliewheels]

no biggie just going ballistic over the lip piercing scar

[alastors-airwaves]

The DoomsDay District Dome - roaring, shadowed, and filled with Hell's most ferocious onlookers, each demon’s eyes gleaming with excitement as they wait to witness the duel. The clamor of anticipation echoes off the stadium walls as Carmilla Carmine, a respected overseer of duels, strides into the center to referee. The massive screens overhead display Angel Dust and Valentino's faces, broadcasting the event live. Alastor’s voice, smooth and charged with energy, resonates through the coliseum and across Hell's airwaves.

Alastor: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to an event of fire and fury! Today, Hell’s underworld hierarchy will be rattled in a clash of true grit and vengeance! This is Alastor, your host, live from the DoomsDay Dome, ready to witness Angel Dust take on his former handler, Valentino, in a duel that’s been a long time coming!

The cameras cut to Valentino, strutting into the arena through a smoky haze. His crimson eyes glint with disdain, the familiar cocky smirk fixed on his face. A cloud of red smoke billows around him, adding an eerie glow to his presence as he greets the crowd with open arms, soaking in the mixture of cheers and taunts.

Valentino stops in front of Angel, who’s watching with a steely gaze. Angel’s usual playful expression is replaced by something fierce, a glint of fire in his eyes. The crowd roars as his name is announced, and he steps forward, letting his retractable arms stretch out in anticipation. Valentino chuckles, leaning in mockingly.

Valentino: Last chance to drop this silly act, Angelcakes~

Angel: Go fuck yourself, Val.

Valentino’s expression hardens, his smirk twisting into a sneer.

Valentino: When you lose this, expect a world of suffering, sweetheart.

Angel’s face remains unfazed, his fists clenching. Nearby, Carmilla Carmine steps between them, raising a hand to quiet the arena.

Carmilla: This will be an honorable duel. Once I signal, the fight begins and only ends when one of you is incapacitated, cannot fight, or I decide the match is over. She lowers her hand with force, and the crowd erupts.

The bell rings. In a heartbeat, Valentino envelops Angel in his red, swirling typhokinetic smoke. Angel’s vision blurs as the crimson mist surrounds him, a wave of nausea creeping in. But with a grunt of determination, Angel steadies himself, slicing through the smoke with two of his arms while gripping a weapon in his others. His movements are sharp, calculated—a testament to his trained instincts.

Alastor: Look at that! Angel is cutting through Valentino’s smokescreen like a spider shredding a web. He’s got those retractable arms primed and ready—an advantage Valentino seems to have overlooked!

Angel’s strikes slice through the smoke, and one lands a hit across Valentino’s chest, staggering him back. Valentino’s grin falters as his antennae twitch with frustration. With a swift flick of his wrist, he amplifies the red haze, swirling it around Angel, dragging him in close before thrusting him back with a wave of powerful smoke.

Alastor: Oh, Valentino's pulling out all his tricks! He’s using that smoke to whip Angel around! But Angel’s resilient… he knows this tactic too well, and he’s not going down easy!

Angel pushes against the wave with a fierce resolve, using his athleticism to anchor himself, pushing forward with a snarl. He lets years of anger and pent-up frustration guide his strikes, delivering blow after blow through the haze. His retractable arms give him an edge, swinging out with wild precision.

Valentino: *breathless, struggling* Still think you’re a big bad alpha now, Angel? Pathetic.

Angel: Pathetic? *his voice trembling with controlled rage* That’s rich, coming from you.

Valentino: You wouldn’t even be an alpha is it wasn’t for me!

Angel tears through the smoke, his fist crashing into Valentino’s jaw. The blow reverberates, and Valentino stumbles back, disoriented. The crowd gasps and roars, and Valentino’s confident veneer begins to crack as he realizes Angel’s strength.

Alastor: *with a dark thrill in his voice* Ah, yes! Angel is channeling every ounce of power he’s earned outside Valentino’s control. *chuckles* It’s funny, the tyrant never expects his captive to fight back.

With renewed fury, Valentino lunges at Angel, gripping him tightly in a fierce, smoke-filled hold, his typhokinesis choking and constricting Angel’s movements. Angel gasps for breath, momentarily weakened, his body starting to tremble under Valentino’s crushing grasp. Valentino sneers, smugly tightening his hold.

Valentino: You’re mine, Angel. You always were, and you always will be.

But as the crowd murmurs, and the tension in the arena peaks, Angel’s eyes flash with determination and a primal alpha surge. With a final surge of adrenaline, he lets out a roar, breaking free of the smoke's grip. His body lunges forward with a newfound power, fueled by years of pain and anger. He drives his fist hard into Valentino’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The crowd erupts into an ecstatic frenzy, demons roaring Angel’s name as he stands tall over Valentino’s defeated form.

Alastor: *gleefully* And there it is! Angel Dust has shattered his chains! Valentino lies defeated, his power, his influence—gone! A new Overlord rises tonight, and Hell’s web of dominance has a new master!

Angel’s chest heaves as he stands, victorious, savoring the crowd’s chants as his own name fills the Dome. He’s won not only his freedom but also Valentino’s title as Overlord, reclaiming his power and finally severing Valentino’s control over him. The screens flash with his triumphant image, solidifying this victory as a powerful shift in Hell’s hierarchy.

The crowd’s roars begin to settle as Carmilla Carmine steps forward, a victorious gleam in her eye as she watches Angel stand above Valentino’s fallen form. She raises her arms to signal for silence, and the Dome quiets, save for the last few echoes of cheering. With a commanding presence, she turns toward the spectators and raises her voice so it resonates through the stadium and beyond.

Carmilla: Demons of Hell, witness the rise of Hell’s newest Overlord! By the rules of the duel, Angel Dust has claimed his freedom, his power, and the souls once bound to Valentino. From this moment forward, he stands as an Overlord in his own right, bound by nothing—and no one.

The Dome erupts once more as Angel raises a fist, a fierce smile breaking through his determined expression. He steps away from Valentino, who remains sprawled, broken and furious, on the arena floor. For the first time, Valentino’s arrogant smirk is nowhere to be seen. He glares up at Angel with a mixture of fury and disbelief, but the weight of his defeat keeps him pinned to the ground.

Alastor: *chuckling with dark satisfaction* Well, well, well… it seems our dearest Angel Dust has truly clipped Valentino’s wings—and taken the entire flock! Bravo, Angel! *pauses with a grin* And to Valentino, a lesson in hubris: one’s hold on power is only as strong as those who willingly stand by you. *laughs*

Carmilla: You’ve earned this, Angel Dust. Know that as an Overlord, you carry not just power, but the responsibility that comes with it. From this day forward, the contracts Valentino once held are yours.

Angel’s smile shifts from smug satisfaction to something deeper—relief, pride, and an unmistakable sense of newfound purpose. He nods to Carmilla, his voice carrying a weight of finality.

Angel: Valentino’s days of control are over. To everyone he’s ever twisted, broken, or bound… I’m free. And so are you.

As the cheers rise to a fever pitch, Alastor’s voice slips into the broadcast with a sly, congratulatory tone.

Alastor: And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen! The spider has spun his final web of freedom! Valentino is dethroned, and Angel Dust—our newest Overlord—stands in the ashes of his old captor’s broken empire. Hell has a new power to fear and revere.

Carmilla: Hail to Hell’s newest Overlord—Angel Dust!

[ra3theemo]

AVA era was his cunt era

[clubnate]

Warped tour 2008 lineup

[tomdelongeselfbar]

Lyrics they used to write about each other vs lyrics they now write about each other🥲

[kantuh]

random collection of blink things pulled off of a blog that was active from 2008-2010 seemingly !!!! (the blink182online pages).

[redleaderblockhead]

The sun is set in the night time sky The stars they cast a glow upon my eyes The earth itself a burning ball of light Yeah it's like When our first love was ignited late that night

Lyrics from: Love Like Rockets by Angels & Airwaves

[k3rplunked]

i hate that feeling that i always have to try to do something transformative with my art for it to be good enough sometimes a mf just wanna redraw a bunch of cute pics of tom delonge and be happy about it !!! i love just drawing portraits it can be so nice and calming just to draw photos on my style (or styles ?) and just stare at em and shit LMAO

i forgot to post this on here earlier 💔 i have another thing i forgor to post too sorry it’s my early onset teenage dementia 😞

[brainfreeze27]

toooooom

[astheeniaa]

Hey oh, here I am and here we go, life's waiting to begin