#angelstuff

[soulszie]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀𝄰֔ ֵ ꩕𝗁ᧉׄ 𝗅𝗈᪾𝗏ᧉ𝗌 𝗂𝗍꯭ : ꯭♥︎⠀ᷧ ᷧ ְ ⍺𝗇𝗀ᧉׄ𝗅𝗐ᧉֵ𝖻⠀֗⠀🍥ུ ְ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙ ֵ𑁍ֵ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚

[rixhindie]

[Soy Ángel idiota! todo salió mal, voy a tu casa...]

Luego de escribirle el mensaje mas directo sin escribir apenas algo se guardo el celular en el bolsillo y anduvo sus pasos hacia la casa de su mejor amigo, le conocía de toda la vida y básicamente vivían a una calle de distancia, lo único que les separaba era un parque viejo al que ya los niños no asistían por que Ángel se había encargado de pintar cada juego metálico y llenarlo de etiquetas de calaveras.

Tenía toda la intención de llegar y pedirle robar alguna botella de alcohol de sus padres o algo para poder aliviarse el trago amargo que le acababan de dejar. Al llegar como de costumbre, no entró por la puerta, se trepó por la fachada hasta el cuarto de su amigo como toda la vida y entró tirando veneno por la boca “¡Se jodió! ¿Puedes creerlo?” No había terminado de entrar cuando se comenzó a quitar la chaqueta que traía y los vans negros “¡Ese jodido de la cabeza me termino por que soy muy impredecible! ¿Yo soy impredecible? ¡Ese idiota es quien ayer me quería presentar a sus padres!” 

El historial de decepciones amorosas de Ángel era grande, entre su ultimo romance con un chico de la tienda de música y sus exnovias de la escuela, estaba cansado y su único consuelo era que su amigo siempre estaba allí para escucharlo quejarse y beber hasta morirse en su cama. @ninjiwriter95​

[wildcelestial]

It’s Valentines day. You’ve asked me to meet you in the living room. When I walk in you’re holding a bouquet of roses and smiling at me. I take the roses from your hand and wrap my arms around you. You lean up to gently kiss me on my cheek. Well, one of them. I begin glowing with the light of a thousand fires as the sound of hundreds of beating hearts fill the area around us. You smile cheekily as my entire body vibrates with joy. A random person runs down the street past the apartment while being chased by a flying human heart with eyes. They’re screaming. You laugh and tell me dinner will be ready soon. I should have gotten you the chocolates instead of the bones.

[clearlylostangel]

sometimes I hear the voices of my people I hear remnants of them in everything I do it's almost painful, because they're so strong I hear the passion and pain in their voices, I remember the cries and shouts the loyalty and perseverance and endurance everything

[falseangel]

i see a cute boy. i kiss a cute boy

[afraidofmonsters-headcanons]

“ There are a few good Angels in the world of zp and hazbin hotel, and unlike the fallen angels, the good angelstuff know how to forgive and aren't jerkasses.”

-Submitted by Anonymous

[soulszie]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀𝄰֔ ֵ ꩕𝗁ᧉׄ 𝗅𝗈᪾𝗏ᧉ𝗌 𝗂𝗍꯭ : ꯭♥︎⠀ᷧ ᷧ ְ ⍺𝗇𝗀ᧉׄ𝗅𝗐ᧉֵ𝖻⠀֗⠀🍥ུ ְ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙ ֵ𑁍ֵ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚ ࿙๋ ࿙࿚

[rixhindie]

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[clearlylostangel]

I think one of the things that comforts me the most about being an incarnate is that, yeah sure, most of us deal with a whole host of mental illnesses and emotional instability. We carry a lot of scars, and we carry a lot of chains. Probably too many for most humans to carry. But the reason why we endure, why we can continue to push ourselves and walk forward in life, in a human body, even with all of the weight and the soreness and the aching, is because we have one thing that they don't. We have wings.

[falseangel]

yknow its a lil stupid but i connect my blog url to a stupid amount of my canons like with my frisk canon im the false angel n chara was the real angel. in my nagito canon I thought my talent wasnt a real talent making me a false hope compared to the other ultimates. in my shuichi canon I was the second protagonist, the false one after the real one died. in my kokichi canon i died being unable to save anyone, a fake savior. mayb this is dark but I like to make the connections n feel validated.

[soulszie]

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⠀꒰ ⵿❁࿓ ֵ ֗⠀⠀c⍺ll mᧉ⠀:⠀⍺ngᧉl⠀♥︎ ֔ 𝄄 ֣⠀⠀shᧉ꯭ him pro⠀⃑ 🥛̸ ְ⠀ᷧ ᷧ ׄ _ ⠀⠀𝄰ིonly ⍺᪾si⍺ֵn ⃗ ִ ❀ུ⠀rp𝄄⍺mino stylᧉ⵿ ֗ 𑁍 ֣

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