#dust fictionkin

[two-coffins-for-sleep]

╰⪼ “ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ // ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ”⋆˚˖°

✶⋆.˚ name: dust

✶⋆.˚ pronouns: he / they

✶⋆.˚ role: anger holder / prosecutor

✶⋆.˚ dni: anti-endos, singlets who get involved in syscourse, proshippers, radqueers

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

╰⪼ “ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ? // ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ɴᴇᴄᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ”⋆˚˖°

✶⋆.˚ music: twenty one pilots, against me!, noahfinnce, rio romeo

✶⋆.˚ likes: drawing, music, birds, bones, ghosts, my wife (horror <3), portal, psychology, the color red, math

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

╰⪼ “ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ // ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ '17 ”⋆˚˖°

✶⋆.˚ sideblog for a headmate, our main is @yellow-computer-mouse

✶⋆.˚ i made a lot of suicide jokes. i trigger tag them, and i'll stop if asked.

✶⋆.˚ i'm a fictive of dust sans, but i am fairly source-separated. idgaf about canon lmao

✶⋆.˚ we have bpd, hpd, and npd, so please iwc

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

╰⪼ “ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ? // ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ɴᴇᴄᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ”⋆˚˖°

✶⋆.˚ talk tag: nobody knows you like i do

✶⋆.˚ reblog tag: nobody gets you like i do

✶⋆.˚ ask tag: nobody cares like i do

✶⋆.˚ save tag: nobody cherishes this like i do

✶⋆.˚ horror's tag: nobody loves you like i do

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[tulpar-transmissions]

hey

uhhh

it's my first time like. FRONTING fronting. everyone else kinda ran off. they're all tired, i don't blame em.

anyways, hi. it's dust. got some shit to go down hold on ughhhh

i started using our silly little aesthetic system journal as a real journal to log stuff. they hadn't done that yet

i dunno how much of this they'll remember. Daisuke probably will, everyone else is kinda eh

we're really lightheaded. Daisuke posted about it saying it was anxiety and blaming Jim, but actually, I think we're just dehydrated. gotta remind them to start carrying water with us again. we've got koolaid powder at home, so that might help.

While we were still kinda blurry, Daisuke started doodling me. I left some notes on it for him and stuff. Also, Swansea pokes his head in whenever I start talking about that. Hey, Swans.

I drew myself a bit, too. I have a very different style from Jim and Daisuke. It's more realistic. I'll post it here and on main, probably.

That's all.

- Dust

[fuckeduplittlewhinybitch]

My beloved husbands ^_^

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 16/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Hotel reaction 2 electric boogaloo

still deciding whether i'll post tomorrow

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4 hours later, despite the arrival of Lucifer and the mystery woman, there is barely no progress. Charlie and the others were so hopeful the first few times because it did look like the extra power was doing something. But every time they make a dent, it bites back even worse.

They flinch as another Goetia fell, prompting the Prince of Lust to call for a retreat from her dad.

Lucifer: No! We can't afford to lose a Ring.

Cherri: They are clearly exhausted.

Angel: Yeah. One day won't be tha bad, right toots?

Charlie: Umm, I don't think so. Hell's rings are a complicated. They aren't just places, it's a system. Losing one will inevitably cause the others to fall apart.

Husk: I guess his majesty doesn't want us backed to a corner. If they let Sloth be consumed then who knows how bigger the problem would get.

Vaggie: He's right. The best solution is dealing with it at the literal root. They can theoretically recoup but by the looks of things, Sloth has little to no time left.

Husk: Mhhm. The constant ritual might be the only thing keeping it alive. The ring is basically on life support.

Lucifer: Goodie! Goodie: I cannot give more of something I do not have, angel. I warned you that my support alone will most likely not stop this. Lucifer: We should at least be denting it!

They quickly covered their ears as the TV let out a sound so ear-piercing that it feels like their head is splitting in half.

Angel: What the fuck???

Looking up despite the pain, they see that giant roots sprout from the ground. It went up and up until it reached Lucifer's pentagram in the sky.

Husk: Is that a fuckin' tree?

Charlie is transfixed on the image. She has lived in Hell all her life but this is the first time she had felt dread from something that came from her home.

'This is not of Hell.' She thought. It makes her sick. But her stupor was cut short as a new voice cuts through the footage.

Leviathan: Luci! Your marks!

Charlie looks in equal horror as her Uncle Leviathan when she saw the state her dad was in. The marks on his body have now almost consumed his whole face. She lets out a sob as Lucifer held up the mirror Alastor provided to inspect his condition.

No one spoke as he does this. Then after a moment, Charlie saw something in her dad's eyes.

Lucifer: Goodie. What do I need to do?

Charlie was about to say her confusion out loud when the lady, Goodie, blew a piece of paper onto the King's skin.

Goodie: This might be the only way to stop my sister. That is an ancient seal from before the Nothing- strong enough to render God and beings like Roo weak. Satan: Huh?! Then why didn't you just let us use that from the start??

Cherri: Yeah! The shit??

Husk: I don't like this.

Charlie shares the same sentiment. Whatever is happening, she has a bad feeling.

Goodie: Because there is a condition. Lucifer: And what's that? Goodie: It must be performed from the inside. It needs to be as close as possible to the one you are sealing. The hold will be stronger with proximity. And with you being the highest power here... Belphegor: Then that means-!

Nononononono, please don't. Please don't let it be what I think it is. Please don't do it. Please dad. I love you. I miss you. Please don't leave me PLEASE-

Lucifer: I need to be the one to go in there.

Protests from the hotel residents and demons on the broadcast overlap with each other. Charlie's ears are ringing. Her chest is tight and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. She can feel someone's hand around her, probably attempting to ground her. Yup, definitely a coming panic attack.

Lucifer: Are you sure this will stop her?

She can vaguely hear someone, probably Vaggie, say something to her but it's all muffled. Charlie could only focus her hearing on the scene in the TV.

Dark spots are filling her vision and her breaths are erratic as her beating heart.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEDADPLEASENOTYOUDONTLEAVEMETOODADPLEASE

Goodie: You are the key, angel. It must be you.

Charlie's world turns to black as she collapses in the arms of her lover. And if her dad looked directly at the camera in hopes of meeting her gaze, well, she'll never know.

[mintyscuriocabinet]

What does "Vivziepop critical" mean? Just people who don't particularly care for her, or people who are downright hateful toward her? Genuine question.

To put a long story short, the community is primarily made up of people who criticise her for her art, the way she writes her characters and stuff like that. I don't like to get involved with people who are in that community because I'm such a big fan of Vivziepop's work.

But yeah, basically it's not something I'd touch with a ten foot pole just because I love Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss so much and seeing people saying bad stuff about something I care about a lot is upsetting.

As a big fan of both shows (and an Angel Dust kinnie!), I'd prefer to interact with those who share my passion for them and stay away from petty internet drama.

Hope that makes sense!

[scarlet97531]

🌺 - Tsukasa getting to know the gang

Also a picture of me! Wow! Looks like I might stick around longer than I originally thought so I’m not gonna bother with the anon shit anymore. My name is Ghostly, my source’s creator is Whiteartblood. Nice to meet you :)

We’ve been using our innerworld a lot more lately and it’s actually pretty nice, it’s a lot easier to have more people around at a time in the innerworld than in co con.

We’re not really sure what’s going on with Tsukasa, he’s just kind of moping in the cafe… hopefully he’ll decide what he wants to do soon lol

[majesticallyunmagestic]

Hey! Little critters in my phone who kin Adam, Lucifer, Husk, Nifty, Alastor, Vox, and/or Angel Dust; How??

Oh shit that sounds bad. Not "how do you kin [above]" but how did you figure that out??

Sincerely, This Guy, who's had ALL OF THOSE IN THE KINSIDER PILE FOREVER

[tw33k-tucker]

It's funny that I really like Alastor (Hazbin hotel) now, because of the relationships my Fictionkins have had with him before, because

One of my Fictionkins absolutely hates him

One of my Fictionkins tried to kill him

One of my Fictionkins had his soul owned by him

One of my Fictionkins was weirdly obsessed with him?

And One of my Fictionkins thought he looked like a strawberry p!mp

Lol

[critters-crimson-hollow]

I hate when my alterhumans post end up on people's for you page who don't understand and don't even try to understand what alterhumanity is. They only judge.

And under a post where I talked about being triggered by SAs and so I am in an Angel Dust kinshift.

You're blocked now, darling~

[leaderlamby]

Full list of my fictotypes bc I'm really bored:

^ Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

^ Blitz (Helluva Boss)

^ Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

^ Scrimshaw (Billie Bust Up)

^ Bonnie the Bunny (Five Nights at Freddy's)

[devilshills]

bitches will identify as traumatized characters and then realize they once were an alternate version of one or more mfs who traumatized them or allowed the trauma to happen

it’s me I’m bitches

[moxx-n-angel]

I dare you to make angel dust pfps with my collar dividers! That would be SO adorable 😭😭

Done and done! ☆

Credit / reblog if used ♡ pride flag alts under the cut

[fuckeduplittlewhinybitch]

I need an hug (´。＿。｀)ᰔᩚ . °∘°∘.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Some other happenings while Lucifer was in Heaven.

Reminder: Read story 1 first before starting this series! It adds some context and of course, I think it's a pretty neat prequel

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The demons in the hotel have dispersed just after their King left for Heaven. Most kept themselves busy despite being worried because, really, what can they do except wait?

Charlie said goodbye to the Sins whom were going back to their respective rings. As much as she wants to have them at the hotel with her until her dad comes back, she understands that they can't leave the other rings unattended for too long.

Beelzebub: I really wish I could stay, baby girl. But I'm just call away, okay?

Satan: All of us are, Charlie. If you want, I can have Damien visit and wait with you?

Charlie: That's okay, uncle. I wouldn't want to bother him for something like sitting around and waiting.

Satan: If you're sure, your majesty.

Charlie: I- I'm not- I'm just acting Queen.

Asmodeus: Charlie, you are no less of a Queen as your mother was just because it's not permanent yet. As long as Lucifer is not here, you are our Queen.

Mammon: Heck yeah! By the way, do you want queen shit merch? I bet we would make a ton of money with your face in every tshirt or coffee mug!

Charlie: Haha. No thank you...

Mammon: Your loss! If ya ever change your mind though-

An elbow to his gut cuts Mammon off his never-ending, and in Charlie's honest opinion, poor sales pitch.

Mammon: Fuckin bitch! No woman is as brute as you-

Another hit sends Mammon writhing on the ground that made Charlie channel all her self-control not to laugh in his face.

Belphegor: Do shut up, Mammon. You are embarrassing yourself. If you have any questions regarding your duties, you can ask any of us. Except Mammon.

The Princess (acting Queen!) of Hell is so touched by the support of her aunts and uncles that she almost teared up. If not for Vaggie's eyes that never left her, she would've ugly cried already. She tries not to let her Uncle Mammon's pained shouts of 'f-f-uck you, Bel!' ruin the moment for her.

Leviathan: Call us when your father comes back.

Charlie: Of course! Thank you all again for being here.

Leviathan bends down to give Charlie a bow.

Leviathan: Of course, our Queen.

Giving one last goodbye hugs to each of them, Charlie doesn't notice Alastor with his ears pulled back. Husk does though.

Husk: Boss?

Alastor: Yes, dear Husker?

Husk: Ya alright?

When Alastor doesn't answer, he follows the deer demon's stare in the direction of Charlie and the Sins. Husk knows that meddling with anything Alastor will just get him scolded like all the other times he tried to express concern.

He'll never admit it but he did come to care for the psycho even just a little bit. Is it Stockholm Syndrome? He's not sure.

Regardless, if something was bothering Alastor then he and Nifty would get dragged into it eventually. So tries to reach out, even if his boss don't like it. Egotistical prick.

..

Husk felt a chill ran down his spine when he catches the Sin of Envy looking directly at their direction. More specifically, at Alastor.

'What the hell?'

He hears Alastor click his tongue then disappear to fuck knows where. And when he turned back to where the Sins were, it looks like they had left.

And so did the Sin of Envy.

Angel: Huskie! I need that drink ya always make me!

Husk only hopes that whatever that was doesn't bite any of them in the ass.

Husk: Yeah yeah, I got it.

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Alastor went straight into his room but someone was already there, sitting in his little dining set up by the bayou.

The static he lets out would've scared any other demon but this one just looked at him in exasperation like he isn't the one trespassing in someone's private bedroom- in his territory!

Alastor: Ľ̷̹͚͚͔͓̥̭͂̃̓̉ë̸̻̳́a̶̱̦̻̱̼̔̚v̶̥̗̜̎̽̈́̂̋͆̊̔e̷̤̝̰̖̞̳̗͒̌͊͜͝!̶͍̯̠̃̔͆̈́

He summons black tentacles to attack the intruder but they stop just a hairs breath away. Alastor wills them, commands them, to strike but they don't move.

Leviathan: Using my own gift to attack me? Come on, Alastor, you know better than that.

Alastor bites his lips so hard, he bleeds.

Alastor: Y̷̥͐͑͝ó̸̗̇̾ṷ̴̧̟̺̀̅̕ ̴̧̡͕̈͜ṁ̷̱̰̞̰a̴̟̟͔͋̊͌ͅy̶̠͝ ̷̘̤̬̼͛̿̊̉ǒ̵̩̉̅w̴̩̍͑̕n̴̨̪͇̿̕ͅ ̸̧̤͈̀͋͠m̵̨͑ͅy̴̦̻͔̐͒͐̉ ̵͍̱̩̐s̷̯͂̄͂ò̴̖̺̩u̵͍̣̱̯̾̂͛l̶̻̭͖̾̾̊ ̸͖̱̍͝b̷͚̳͗̔̄͝u̸͖͊̒t̶̩͑̈́̊ ̸͖͋t̴̙̔͂h̷̬̻̫̮̓͗a̵̘̋͂̏͘ẗ̴͉̍̇͜ͅ ̸͍͒͑d̸͚̥̬̣̋̉̊o̸̭̖̯̳͌e̶̻̗͍͉̓̔͑s̴̨̥̙̈́͂ ̷̧̓n̴̢̘͓͉͂̆o̵̰͕͚͌ͅt̵͍̘̄́ ̵̧̪͔̋̓͂͐g̷̹̻̹͊̀í̵̧̨̝v̵̛̛͓̞̮̿̊ͅé̸͇͇̑͒ ̴̭̱̝̞̿ẏ̴̠͚̐̐o̵̧̓͑ų̴̻̾͆ ̶̻͍̲̃t̸͕̗͖͛̌͠h̷̩͈̗̀ẻ̷͇̈́͘͘ ̵̮̝͍͆͑̚ŗ̷͇̻̖̓̂i̵̱̦̻̩͋͛g̷̻͛̃͂͘h̶̛̼̤͙̘̒̏̕t̶͓͔̮̔̊͛͛ ̶͙̑t̵̼̣͚̐̒̅ͅǒ̴̾͘͠ͅ ̴̞̏̓̊͝d̸̡̈́͜ó̸̢͎͓̉ ̴̗̥̮̳̈́̆ằ̵̲̖̜͑̇ṩ̸̡̇͠ ̴̦̮͔͊̑̋͑y̶̤̳̹̔o̶̺̍͋u̸͎̎̅͒͘ ̶͓̫͖̪̎̓͐͝p̵̥͑̓̌͑͜l̵͓͔̻̇̑e̴̐��̺̂̃a̴̫͇̭̥̔̔š̶̞̝ḛ̸̃̊͂͘.̷̥̰̮̆͑́͝

Leviathan merely rolls his eyes and barely even flinches from the ear-piercing sounds the radio demon is emmitting.

Leviathan: Relax. I'm not here to make you do anything. But I won't stand this disrepect.

Alastor: H̸̭͈͕̾̌ơ̸̮̖̫͉̐͒̏ẇ̷̛̱̙͌̕ͅ ̶̖͕̲͖̏͌̓d̵̛͉̭̈́́̊a̵̬͇͎̽̅̐r̷̪̣͗̐͑e̶͚̯̠͇̋̎̑͝ ̷͍̫͎̒y̵̹͆̀̅̐ô̷̡̭̣̥̎̍ú̷͔̂́ ̵̡̺̯̓t̷̞̾ą̷̮̻̔̈l̴͇̲̅͌̎͛ḱ̵̡̭̜ ̷͉͂͝ơ̶̞͓͕͗͋͜f̸̮̮̻̰̂͝ ̸̡̭̏͐͆͠d̷͇̟͙̖̈̊ī̷͚̩s̸͚̰̙̝̍̔̀r̵̰̐̉e̵̲̳̜̿͐s̷̯̳̦͈̏͐̚͘p̵̜̆e̴̡͖͕̅̈́c̷̼͓͒t̴͇́̈́ ̴̮̳̗͗͛w̷̨̟͙̳̍͒h̷̡̡̗̼̏͋̄e̷̗̓̈̽n̵͔̥͛ͅ ̶̤̉̋̆y̸̪̤̬͙̿͐͝ǫ̶͓̊͝u̷͚̭̳͎̔̓͑-̶̛̗̀̌̕

The aquatic demon snaps his fingers and suddenly, Alastor feels his power leave him. He has not felt tis weak since he was human.

Leviathan: I think I'm a pretty lenient master, Alastor. I gifted you a fraction of my power and let you kill your way up. I don't even meddle in your affairs and yet you still disrespect me? I asked of you one thing since the day you came crawling to me for power: protect the Morningstars. And frankly, right now you're not doing a good enough job.

Alastor: I do not know what you expected from a mere sinner. Plus, I don't seem to recall you doing much better on that front, your Sinfulness.

Leviathan had to let out a laugh. He could admit, the demon says some pretty hilarious things sometimes. It's even cuter when he know Alastor means it.

Leviathan: Ha! You really are a cocky demon. Talking to a Sin like that? Did your darling mother not teach you anything about respecting those who are clearly above you?

Alastor: Only those who deserve it. Like Lucifer.

Alastor still can't get any semblance of strength to pull himself off the ground. He really hates having these rare meet-ups with his master.

The embodiment of Envy stands and the next second, Alastor is being pulled up by his hair, making him look directly at the Sin. He had been averting his eyes for as soon as he felt a shift in the air but the sudden contact forces him come face-to-face with the real eldritch horror.

Leviathan: Let's get one thing straight, deer. I don't care about you, but somehow you made Lucifer do. And I would do anything for Lucifer and his happiness.

The radio demon can feel the tentacles caressing his face and he wants to recoil in disgust.

Leviathan: So, the moment I find out you're just using him for your personal gain, I won't hesitate to eat you over and over and over again. You'll never know a day without pain.

Despite the threat, he can't help the words that comes out of his mouth.

Alastor: But I am.

And if he dies today, he hopes Lucifer won't be too sad.

Leviathan: What did you just say?

Rosie always did say he had a mouth that can rival Susan. Honestly, Alastor has never felt so offended.

Alastor: Did you not hear me, master? I am using him for my personal gain. But not in the way one might think. I'm using him for my happiness and... I hope one day he will come to use me for his.

His answer must have been enough because he's suddenly let go and he can feel his powers flowing back into inside him.

'Right where they belong.'

He brushes himself off like nothing happened. Looking around, it appears that nothing was damaged after the Sin's power-play.

Leviathan: I expect you to report back to me regarding any happenings with the Morningstars and the hotel.

Opening a portal to a purple sky and raging waters, Leviathan gives Alastor one last warning.

Leviathan: Don't disappoint me.

Tsk. He really hates politics.

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Sorry for the little Alastor dialogue! But!!! Leviathan??

Color me surprised.

I am not calling him Frederick even tho I know officially, he's called Frederick von eldritch.

You telling me that youre one of the most powerful demons in Hell and you name yourself Frederick??

[roomwithavoid]

kinsona/fictivesona design for my partner @arsononymous

[moth-manic]

Just because I’m a Fic!Kin of Val doesn’t mean I tolerate abuse let alone condone it

- ۵