#your voice is like an angel's

[lydiablackblade]

You simply must listen to this piece of art. It's beutiful and mesmerazing.

Fair warning: heartbreak ensued. Still worth it.

@goodomensafterdark

After watching the Good Omens season 2 finale last year and having my heart broken in the process, i started to write a song about Crowley from Aziraphales perspective. It took me a year to finish it, but two weeks ago i finally made it. hope you like it!

[opera-ghost]

it's immensely funny to me how andrew lloyd webber read this passage from the book and was like yeah the journey down to the phantom's lair is this really breathtaking magical gondola ride where christine is just captivated by the strange and fantastical beauty of it all (see below)

when in the novel they're both like in a rowboat in the dark with christine scared out of her mind and confused as hell while erik is paddling like he's out for an extreme day of fishing and just staring christine down for the entire duration of the journey without blinking once . like mind you his eyes quite literally GLOW in the DARK and he's just fucking staring into her soul and silently rowing and probably not even breathing like

[greensaplinggrace]

honestly as much as i dont like angel for a whole laundry list of reasons, i do actually find his character hella amusing sometimes. like the guy's a sopping wet paper bag with absolutely zero self-control or basic sense, even after two hundred years of living. he couldn't even kiss a sixteen-year-old girl for a few seconds without vamping out and throwing himself out the window like a common criminal. every other second of the show he's going 'but we can't!' and then he will immediately do the thing he just said he couldn't do. most of his screentime is taken up by him standing in one place looking awkward as hell - and somehow he is even standing badly. he tries so desperately hard to pull the whole romeo and juliet thing with his only two prevailing expressions because it's his only way to hook a superpowered teenager into being his 'redemption'. like alskjfdlksd. is he okay in the head. this man should not be around children. he is the most pathetic boyfailure of all time, and not even in an attractive way. but ragging on him is fun as hell it has to be said. so he's not the worst i suppose.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Random thought

Harley, looking at a shops display window at a very nice jacket: hmmmm

Billy, flung over her shoulder in a hostage situation: Mrs. Quinn?

Harley: There are… temptations here…

Billy: Well, as the angel currently on your shoulder, I recommend not adding to your charges for the day.

Harley: ehhh, screw it (shoots out the display window)

Billy: Well that’s a little much

Harley: Hush, you can have this back to school bookbag

Billy: aww thanks!

[frobby]

I think it would be really funny if rin was the more helpful one around his house. Like u would think rin would be the disrespectful one who always bails on housework or mass but its actually yukio who would always have an excuse not to go or forget about chores to the point that rin just does them instinctively now

[girlivealwaysbean]

so many thoughts but i CANNOT stop laughing that all that time we thought louis had some elaborate mind control type reason for staying with armand and it was really just.. HIM TRYING TO MAKE HIS EX JEALOUS SLSKSKKSKSKS

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• Just saw someone mention this on tiktok…

…but a perfect song for Huskerdust would be Evermore by Dan Stevens from the live-action Beauty and the Beast.

Every lyric HITS

• It’s giving Husk being so incredibly proud of Angel getting to go to heaven.

• BUT, it’s also giving Husk “waiting by an open door” at the hotel’s bar alone fooling himself that Angel will “walk right in” and unwind with him at his bar like old times, as Husk stares forlorn into a drink with another he’s made beside him out of habit.

• It’s giving Husk seeing the ghosts of him and Angel around him like snapshots in time - angry, then wistful, then content, then irritated again. Closing his eyes but Angel is “…still there.”

• It’s giving Husk clawing his head at the memories so blissful yet almost painful to witness, as he slowly begins to realise what the hollowness he’s feeling actually is.

• It’s giving Husk slowly filling with understanding, warmth and vigour, embracing this newfound discovery as he hops over the bar and moves through the hotel with a pace we’ve never seen before towards the roof. He has to see the sky. He has to get as close to it as his chains permit to. To see the faint pearly gates of heaven. To…make use of the small time he has left. Because even though Husk knows Angel has “flown far beyond” his “reach…he’s never out of sight.”

• It’s giving Husk atop the hotel with his face dropping slightly as he sees Angel “…fade from view”, thinking “…of what might have been” if he hadn’t “realised the truth too late.”

• It’s giving Husk then braving a sad smile with hand outstretched to the sky where a phantom Angel rests his cheek against Husk’s palm, and they share a tender dance akin to Loser, Baby with a twirl and dip. And “As the long dark nights draw in”, Husk accepts his feelings, that Angel will always “be part of everything” he is…

…as he sings FOR EVERMORE atop the highest peak of the hotel.

For, oh, how lovely it was - albeit short - to have gained the ability to love again, than to have never regained it at all…

And, I…

FUCK, I need a minute :’)…

SONG LINK

[bambinification]

The fact that the cosmic being in Angel Hare is genuinely a good guy who loves the protagonist and not a surprise twist villain is So fucking empowering. I'm so fucking normal about this series

[wurmwizzard]

started listening to oingo boingo (i have slept on them for FAR too long) and it somehow explains so much about your vibe. In a really really cool way. like i'm not sure how to convey this but they sound exactly like your artstyle lol

OUUUUAGHHHHH THANK YOU SO VERY MUCHLY HOLY FUCK brother. Back in ye old 2015 my best friend introduced me to Grey Matter by Oingo Boingo and thay moment radically changed my fucking life. I kept listening to it over and over again all night I literally found The Music Of All Time.

I could go into a whole spiel about how danny elfman helped me realize I was transgender, or how oingo boingo inspired my number one guy Johnny Panic. But. I am currently very eepy from a long day of chores and work.

So have my boingo shrine instead mmmmmkay

That's honestly one of the best compliments i have ever gotten in my entire 23 years of being alive. Thank you beautiful, scrumptious anon i love you so, so dearly and please. Enjoy The Band Of All Time

[gazkerber]

Kiryu's velvet voice makes Majima feel things he didn't know he could feel

[zappedbyzabka]

Johnny’s cheeks and nose getting all pink like peonies from the NJ snow and Daniel smooching them until they’re red like apples.

[demon-ness]

hc time

Obviously, Masquerade is far from just a human being. He has a lot of extremely strange features that you will not immediately notice, but once you notice them, you will no longer be able to ignore it.

Uncanny valley.

His shadow… strange. It doesn't seem to depend on the direction of the light, the shadow is always behind him. Its outline is clear, and its size perfectly matches the body. Sometimes, when Masquerade raises his hand or turns his head, the shape of his shadow does not change at all. His skin… strange. Very smooth, clean. Each area of the skin is exactly the same color and shade, and the tan does not seem to exist at all. There are no scratches or scars on the skin, not even birthmarks. To the touch, the skin turns out to be hard, similar to marble. His temperature… strange. He's obviously too cold to be alive. Touching him, even his clothes or hair, is unpleasant. It seems to burn you, but not with heat, but with cold. He's not cold as a corpse. He's as cold as the void. But you will never see steam next to him, the water he touches does not freeze. Physics itself doesn't seem to notice him. But you notice. His voice… strange. You can't help but admit that you like that voice. This voice is unlike any you've heard before - too graceful, too melodious. There is nothing great or majestic about it, it just fascinates you. You're listening to that voice… It distracts you from your own thoughts… You seem to have already fallen into the web.

His most disturbing feature is his mask. The blue glass with a black frame looks ridiculous. Such a strange shape. Why is he wearing that mask at all? And then you look at it. The blue glass is not transparent at all. You can't see his eyes, you can't see where he's looking. But with every part of your body, you feel that he is looking at you, right into your mind. Even when he turns his back to you, you can feel his gaze. And he knows that you feel it. To be honest, it's quite funny for him. Fear is a form of respect, and he knows he deserves respect.

But never tell Dan about it. He still doesn't seem to have noticed. Especially, don't mention "completely non-transparent glass". Dan won't understand you. He can see perfectly through the mask. But he won't tell you what he sees there. It's THEIR personal thing.

[xxaequitasxx]

“Like a Prayer” by Madonna starts playing

Ryuzo’s clothes look just as good on him as they do on Ryuzo🫠

[purplemoonabove]

Beautiful, an Angel Dust x Husker/Husk One-Shot

One chapter only

Wrote it as a writing prompt – “Beautiful”

Inspired by that romantic scene in Fresh Prince. When Philip was describing how beautiful Vivian (the first one) was, the two standing in front of a body mirror. Such a beautiful scene if you haven’t seen it yet!

Light uses of swearing/cursing

Husk’s POV

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Beautiful.

It was the first word that popped in his mind.

He would deny it out loud in avoid embarrassment, but in his mind, the truth was loud and clear.

He looked beautiful — He is beautiful.

A part of him then thought of a funny: how a common drug name, used currently for an adult film stage name, can also be how it was done.

Angel.

Dust.

A blessing from an unknown substance that’d be an irritation but actually owned an effect upon physical contact. No allergies, no congestion, no skin damages. He wasn’t sure if the latter would be possible. Decades in the current life and appearance made human skin a shedded layer for a new type to grow and life with. Angel was no different, even with multiple arms and eyes and owning a venom that was rarely exposed through a bite.

It was, as if, an amplification to the actor.

Keeping him as beautiful as he may have been when alive in his new demonic form.

Could he even call him demonic? Is ‘demon’ even a good term to describe? Before it’d be an annoyance – a mask that hid the true spider man’s nature – but now was a new direction: being a proud loser like himself.

Just more beautiful, at that.

“Kitty~”

Even his voice was beautiful, the thought expressed before blinking a return to reality. The spider sat upon his stool by his multi-lit vanity table. His breath-taking, neon-colored heterochromia eyes gazed with curiosity and humor towards him.

He smirked, the golden tooth sticking out.

“Like what you see~?”

Such a skill in teasing and enticing someone to be in his temperate possession was an act Husk would always avoid – in the past. With a soft chuckle, he rose from sitting at the side of the bed to go over.

“Can you blame me?” He returned, not even denying him. Not this time, ever since the new change of relation.

Angel giggled then waved a spared hand. “Nah, I know I’m gorgeous.”

The smirk stayed as he resumed on his powder work at the cheek. Only to waver in further curiosity, his hand slowing to a stop as clawed hands laid and held in a gentle touch on his shoulders.

Golden eyes stared at the pink through the mirror’s reflection, connected as the winged cat lowered his head.

“You’re much more than that,” Husk purred in his ear. Reaction was immediate: the back straightened, his eyes widened, a hint of red came under the furred cheeks, and the powder puff laid correctly in the container without notice.

Fucking cute.

“I see a young man right before my very eyes, who made it impossible to compare. Sweet fluff of fresh snow, with a gazing of melted pink diamonds to form such hearts. Eyes so breathlessly hypnotic through emotions and appearance. Hands to hold more than expected, feeling the love and care in every grasp. And a smile… Oh, that beautiful smile that brings just a little bit of color into this red, dark world.”

“Fuck.”

Angel broke away, turning to hide but Husk can easily see behind the covering hand the growth of said smile and redness that became a line over his nose.

“Look how beautiful you are.”

Angel didn’t turn, wanting to lower his head to hide under the table.

“Husk–”

One hand released the shoulder to grab the closest cheek, carefully turning until the red and bashful spider made contact to his reflection again.

Husk smiled, and whispered his repeat.

“Look how beautiful you are.”

The request was short-lived when Angel’s eyes shut tight.

“Argh!”

It was the only warning before Husk felt slightly winded, then adjusted with a chuckle as the spider pressed his make-up face into his bare, fluffy torso. The four arms wrapped about him as they would when cuddling, only with a grip due to the embarrassment.

“I like grumpy Husk better!” Angel complained into his chest, muffling. “I’m not used to this shit! When did you get all ‘romantified’ or some shit?!”

Husk release a long laugh that vibrated his being. One clawed hand gentle raked through the massive hair, already washed and combed before.

“I think I’ve always had it when alive and all,” he confessed, then shrugged. “Guess there was no reason for me to do it again when dead… until now.”

The arms tightened. Husk smiled.

“Do you want me to stop?” He then asked, the raking at a pause for the answer.

“… No…”

The hand moved towards the chin, lifting Angel’s pouting and red face.

Such a precious gem you are. I’m so lucky.

“So beautiful.”

Angel scrunched up his nose, the red practically burning. “Husky!”

Future complaining was forgotten once Husk sealed their lips for a well-deserved kiss. Relaxation being instant, Angel’s top arms went to wrap around his neck while the bottom two stayed put, but loosened during. With Angel soon getting up, Husk got his own arms to wrap at the small waist, their bodies held close with no desire of letting go.

At a moment of oblivious time, their lips eventually pulled away, but allowed a brushing at contact.

There, Angel whispered with a content smile.

“Thank you, Husk.”

…

I can’t get enough of these two. Weeks of them and I can’t stop! 😍

[wammypilled]

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[gardenoflupins]

My wolfstar angel/demon au is so rule #34 coded