#angie long legs

[alteregozowie]

"Are we finally eating that pig of Angel Dust's!?"

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@angie-long-legs continued from X

He could almost hear the eye roll from his place on the balcony, and Andrealphus couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Normally he was not one to mix with the lower class, but ever since the incident where he had to rely on a sinner to heal him, Andrealphus had been mingling more and more with the citizens of the Pride Ring. It was during one of his visits that he encountered Angel, and to his surprise both ended up hitting it off.

He could see the shocked expressions of the goetia now...

Letting out another chuckle, Andre replied, "It's a book on ancient sigils and the powers they contain. A truly boring topic, I know." And yet one that had caught his own interest due to a case that appeared on his doorstep not too long ago.

"It is not that cold out here, you know; my own mansion is far colder."

[statiicstag]

x @angie-long-legs // @top-shelf-tender

If Angel is trying to make him jealous he's missed the mark – but if it is a challenge he's searching for, Alastor is never one to be the first to throw in the towel.

❝ For the same reason anyone does anything at all, my dear, ❞ Alastor begins, gaze fixed firmly on Angel even as he walks around Husk to lean against him, two spindly hands crawling up his back to rub at his shoulders at the same time the arachnid makes his mark. ❝ Because I wished to. ❞

The Radio Demon pressed against Husk's back and Angel Dust sitting across his lap, Husk is entirely caged in between them. Nowhere to run. As if he even wants to.

Still making unwavering eye contact with Angel and never once sparing the feline receiving their affections a second glace, he leans down to graze his teeth across the opposite side of Husk's throat. And then his teeth sink in, again, enough for blood to well to the surface of the inflicted mark and dribble down his chin.

[grandma-susan]

@angie-long-legs

Susan was trying to put a face to a name but it was evading her. "Ain't you that disaster butterfly's and The Princess' resident show g-"

Girl? Boy? Now that she thought of it she had seen Angel Dust in a number of outfits and she never allocated any time to look up this porn star, but knew they did good work.

"Showdemon? I think I also once saw you in a brawl with old man Pentious once on the Telly"

[angie-long-legs-moved]

"Just concede and give into your inner demons again."

indie rp blog for angel dust from hazbin hotel

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[arachnaemboss]

HAPPY BIRTH 🕷

late reply but thank you!

[sirserpentine]

LUNE!! YOUR PENTIOUS!! IM HERE TO RAVE ABOUT HIM AND ALSO YOU!! Listennnnnn. I ADORE how you write this silly Victorian snake man! You have such a knack for comedy and I absolutely adore writing with people with this skill because it makes me tap into my own comedic writing and forces me to get better at it! You write Pentious with such heart and you can feel the love and care you put into writing him so clearly in our threads. Aside from the comedy, you portray him with such softness in out angst thread with sad Angel and I truly love the relationship our muses have. Angel would probably be reluctant to admit at this point in their friendship just how much he cares for him, but he is so soft for the serpent 🥺 I adore our Blood Ball thread with Pentious to the rescue and can't wait to see him and Val getting into their slapstick shenanigans! I could go on and on about your Pentious but I also just wanted to say that you as LUNE are one of the loveliest people I've had the pleasure of meeting in this community and I'm so glad we are friends! Thank you so much for the wonderful art you drew for my birthday yesterday 🥹 I am sending you ALL the love! 🍰🩷

Feedback (Accepting.)

//Ahhh Phoenix, I've been saving this in my inbox for such a long time because it's been so comforting to open and look at during this tumultuous time I'm going through. ;;__;;

I appreciate your kind words so much, I love the different layers we get to explore in our threads and I really like our boys' lovely relationship. ;;__;; Care is exactly the kind of word I would use to describe your writing as well. The care you put into Angel is very visible.

And you are such a kind and wonderful person too, I feel the same way about you! I am glad we are friends and I hope we can stream many more games yet to come. <3

Have a super wonderful day and talk to you soon. <3<3<3<3!!!

[gamblersbar]

✦ ┆ @angie-long-legs: ❛ see? I'm not just a pretty face. ❜

          A glance down. Well, those guys were so full of holes they're not going to get up anytime soon.. "You've certainly proven yourself more than once now." Not that Angel Dust had anything to prove to a drunk-ass bartender like him. But it's nice seeing this side of him show up more often.. and he can tell Angel enjoys taking a break from being just someone people drool over. "Tommy guns always been your weapon of choice then?" 

[mothvalentino]

❤️ smooooooch

Send ♥ to give my muse a kiss! No reason, just do it!

Oh, hell knew he needed that one. As soon as Angel's lips met his own Val kissed back. Affection deepened as he opened his mouth, and angled his head to push back against him. Hungry for the sinner's taste, his eyes fell shut as he hummed in bliss. Introducing his tongue after a brief pause for air, Valentino placed a hand on the back of his neck, a firm yet gentle hold to keep him right where he was.

[addalittlemolly]

"I'll be okay. I promise"

(hope it's okay to send a prompt!)

(of course, always :D)

"I know, but that won' stop me from worrying anyways," Molly sighed.

"You can call on me if yah need anything."

[alteregozowie]

Angel shoved a plate of pork chops into Alastor's hands. They were not from Fat Nuggets.

"Happy birthday," he grumbled. "Now will ya stop askin' ta eat my pig?"

Did Angel Dust just....gift him pork chops? Did he make them? For his birthday? He might have wrongfully misjudged him.

"Thank you, Angel. I won't try to eat him today."

[alteregozowie]

From legitimately out of nowhere behind Angel Dust.

"I heard 'free' and 'tacos-''"

"Roll up, roll up, come get ya free tacos!"

[statiicstag]

@top-shelf-tender // @angie-long-legs

Whilst Angel had never been one to exactly hold his tongue around Alastor, impeding on his personal space by shoving a finger into his face ( one that he was tempted to bite straight off ) and raising his voice was certainly new. About as new as his cozier relationship with a certain bartender under his thumb was.

Romantic inclinations puzzle him so, the way they can shift your very brain chemistry and make you behave in ways you'd never had the gusto to before. Risking your very life for the sake of another person . . . it was part of why Alastor didn't bother. Whilst he wasn't emotionless, he knew the risk of both hurt and harm that came with putting that much trust into anyone other than yourself.

At least, he'd like to think he knew. The twist in his gut when he saw them together was certainly just irritation at their brazen displays of public affection right in their foyer. And his knack for appearing and needing Husk at, supposedly, 'inopportune' times for the two of them was most certainly not on purpose.

Calmly, Alastor raises his staff and lowers that accusatory arm, leveling his gaze. ❝ Oh, dear. I've caught you in a rather ornery mood, haven't I? ❞ he asks, nonplussed by Angel's anger. If anything, it only spurs him to continue. ❝ Do try to calm yourself. I've only asked him to assist me with a few tasks around the hotel. He does have a certain responsibility to it, you know—I hadn't summoned him here for fun and games ! ❞ His hand waves the spider away, a condescending way of telling him to 'shoo!' ❝ Run along now, will you? ❞

[beautifulwomen047]

Angie Everhart

[sirserpentine]

"Mhm?" The serpent hummed, briefly glancing back to assess the spider's needs. He had sat still, observing his minions from the crack of the bathroom door. They seemed to be almost ready. The rest of the eggs sat calmly by Pentious, guarding the trolley they had ridden back to the room.

The mumbled, slow clarification earned a swift nod and Pentious pushed himself up on his tail. "Of course, just a moment," he said, slithering over to the wardrobe and praying he would find something more... plentiful than what he was used to seeing Angel in.

"Um..." It seemed a tall task at first. Pentious went through a dozen items of clothing that were so revealing and so intricate that he wasn't even sure how they were supposed to be worn. Were there no woolly socks at all? Crumbs, that would at least take care of Angel's upcoming Sinmas present.

Eventually Pentious managed to dig out a soft and comfortable looking sweater as well as pajama pants and a pair of socks. He folded them into his lap and slithered back to the bed where Angel awaited.

"Angel?" he hushedly asked, placing the pile of clothes next to his friend. "Here you are. Just leave your wet clothes nearby, we'll take care of them."

The sight of the spider, all curled up and frightened and resembling all but an orphan out on the street ached Pentious' heart. The way he held onto the sodden piece of fabric only strengthened the image.

"Would you like another towel?" Pentious asked.

Maybe he could even offer an egg for Angel to hold onto for a while, after he changed his clothes. They were warm, after all. And most of them enjoyed being held. And, just as importantly, they were good at endlessly mumbling something that would keep Angel awake until he was no longer freezing.

"'M not hurt," Angel mumbled, a more immediate response to Pentious than any of his previous attempts to get through to him. Was Angel hurt? He didn't think so. The spider felt... disoriented, the way it felt to awaken from a midday nap without the foggiest idea of what time it was or how long you had slept. The more that reality sapped into his conciousness, the more he realised that his shivering was not purely out of fear - he was freezing. And... soaking wet, it seemed. He peered up at the serpent from between his dripping fingers, his expression one of helpless confusion, but his eyes held a shade more focus than they had prior. Sir Pentious was still here.

Why was he still here?

Angels' wary gaze followed as his visitor presented the towel, determined to get the drenched spider warm and dry. It took a few moments of hesitance before Angel, shivering from the damp, reached for the towel, fingers finally curling into its softness. Another moment passed as he stared dumbly at the towel in his hands, almost as though he had forgotten how to use it. Where to start. He was soaked. The task of getting dry felt utterly insurmountable.

A weak nod followed the serpent's suggestion that he turn his back as Angel dried himself. "Do it m'self," he assured Pentious, his voice cracked and hoarse.

Why was Pentious here in the first place, he began to wonder? His memory was so garbled and unclear, it was impossible to conceptulise the serpents' role in whatever Angels' God-awful night had entailed. Angel knew he had been in the bathroom. He had been petrified. He had been cold and wet and bewildered.

What did Pentious have to do with that?

His arms felt like lead as he brought the towel to his face, warm and plush against his clammy skin. Letting out a subdued sigh, the spider felt his stiff limbs begin to loosen, eased by this small act of self care. Angel dragged the towel over his sodden hair, roughing it up in order to rid it of the dampness that had been leeching into the bedsheets. Like the pieces of a puzzle, aspects of Angel's current state of being were now beginning to enter his awareness, interlocking to reveal a truly sorry state. Not only was Angel cold, damp and frightened: he was utterly exhausted.

It was with a sinking, crushing feeling that he registered the next step to getting dry: taking off his clothes. Swallowing thickly, Angel's arms curled around himself preemptively, the towel falling to the side. Pentious had turned his back but... he was too out of sorts, too muddled to trust anything. Everything felt so fragmented. He hardly knew who he himself was, much less what to think of the man who inexplicably seemed to be involved in this situation.

Still, it seemed as though he had no choice but to ask him for help.

Shuffling forward on the bed, Angel reached out to give his friends' sleeve a tug as instructed, ignoring the sense of shame this invoked in him. "Pen," he croaked, realising he would need to give further instructions. "My dresser... bottom drawer... somethin' ta wear," he attempted, hoping Pentious would understand his bid for dry clothing. He would have gone to fetch them himself, but he had little faith that his legs would hold up under him.

He let himself curl up on the bed, pulling the now-damp towel to his chest like a child with a blanket, pressing it to his mouth in a subconscious act of self soothing. A barrier between him and the world. A meager but vital comfort against the bleak, unforgiving ache of reality.

[sirserpentine]

✧ - @angie-long-legs 🩷🕸

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

Sir Pentious' feelings towards Angel Dust @angie-long-legs I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you.(On the cheek/forehead<3) ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).