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All That I'd Got ~ Lute x OC Fic *Chapter One*

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"Heaven is just as fucked up as Hell is. Maybe even more so."

Adam took in a little girl and raised her to be his weapon. But something clearly went wrong when she fell in love with the Exorcist. So what to do besides banish her to hell? Clearly, he underestimated her, because she somehow manages to survive being Angel Dust's roommate.... And now she's out for revenge.

He was late. Why the hell was he late? Elorie had followed him for a week, memorized his schedule, enlisted a fucking hacker to gain access to his calendar.

And yet the one day her existence depended on his showing up, Angel Dust couldn’t be bothered to arrive at the bar. Such was her luck. The bartender stormed over to Elorie’s table and demanded to know why she hadn’t bought a drink.

Elorie decided not to mention she’d never consumed alcohol and ordered something random. She took a few sips of the drink while staring at the decrepit door. It tasted like shit.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the very pink-clad spider demon she had been looking for stormed inside. Not one to wait around, Elorie made her way across the bar towards Angel Dust and clapped her hand on his shoulder.

The sinner spun around and stared at her. “What?” he demanded. “It’s my night off, so you can wait until tomorrow.”

“Not interested,” Elorie said. “Trust me, I picked your night off for a reason. We need to talk, free of distractions.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” the pornstar asked.

“No,” Elorie told him. “I’m just someone who needs your help.”

“This is hell, toots,” Angel told her. “No one helps anyone here.”

“Believe me, I’m painfully aware,” Elorie said. “But still, I’m asking for your help. Because what do I have to lose?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Angel Dust asked, winking.

“I suppose this is the part where I tell you my whole backstory and repent for all my sins?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“What…”

Shit. This is hell. Remember that, you idiot.

“Okay, so because you obviously can’t take anything other than a straight statement, I will simply give you one. I want to live in your apartment. I will pay half the rent. I will not be leaving except for when I want to and when we’re out of food.”

“Straight?” Angel laughed. “Perish the thought.”

“Yes or no? I don’t have all day,” Elorie hissed.

“Elorie, we’re dead. Neither of us need food.” “First of all, I like food. Second of all, why do you care? Third of all, give me a fucking answer.”

Angel Dust slouched into a chair. “Why don’t you answer a question of my own first?” Elorie towered above him, glaring. “And that question would be…?”

“Why do you want to stay at my apartment?”

“Uh, I need a roof over my head. I’m virtually broke but somehow Lucifer still implements fucking rent fees. And you’re my ideal roommate.”

“How the hell am I your ‘ideal roommate’?” Angel demanded.

“You like pink, you won’t be around a lot and you’re only ninety-eight percent an asshole,” Elorie said primly.

“Most people would consider that to be a high asshole percentage,” the spider demon said, batting his eyelashes.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, because I don’t!” Elorie announced. She stared at him. “Think of the extra alcohol you can buy with that money that won’t have to go to rent…” She waved her hand in front of his face like a crystal.

Angel smirked. “Well, who am I to say no to alcohol? Ground rules are feed Fat Nuggets when he asks and no asking questions.”

“Who or what is a Fat Nug-”

Angel Dust waved his finger. “Uh-uh-uh. I said no questions.” Elorie rolled her eyes.

c. 100 years previously

Elorie stomped her foot on the arrow buried in the ground. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. She’d been trying for weeks to find a weapon she could actually fight with, but to no avail.

The arrow cracked in half and Elorie bent down to pick it up and throw it away. A few tears pricked her eyes, but she brushed them away quickly. “Crying won’t make you stop sucking,” she whispered to herself.

Elorie disposed of the arrow and stormed back to the training grounds, struggling to lift up a sword that was too heavy for her, but just maybe if she could wield it, it would show them just how strong she was!

Strong enough to be an Exterminator, to be worthy, to be noticed.

Elorie’s wings tensed as she dragged the blade over to a dummy target and swung as hard as she could at it.

She collapsed to the ground, out of breath.

“Wow,” someone said from above her. “Who the hell thought it was a good idea to have a little kid at the training area?”

Elorie looked up and wrinkled her nose when she saw who it was. “Lute,” she hissed. “You’re barely three years older than me. We’re both just little kids. But I need to practice so I can get better.”

“Mm-hm, and how’s that working out for you?” The angel rolled her eyes. “You can’t fight with that thing. I doubt that even I could.” “You’re not that good,” Elorie protested. “And besides, we both Adam would make me an Exorcist sooner than he would you.”

“I’m better than you. And I always will be. Just because you’re Adam’s sister doesn’t mean that you’re better than me. When has he ever played favorites with you?”

Elorie racked her brain for one time, coming up empty. “Well- well-” she sputtered- “If you’re so good, why don’t you teach me?!” Lute laughed. “Yeah, no. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” She paused, something strange flickering across her face. Then she sighed and searched in her pocket for something, removing a glittering, sharp javelin. She threw it in front of Elorie. “Here. Just… take it. Pretend you’re stabbing me or something.”

Then she raised her wings to the air and left.

Y'all wanna talk about chains? You wanna talk about how much firmer and detailed Alastor’s are compared to Valentino? You wanna talk about how Husk isn't even able to get an inch away from Alastor, while Angel is easily able to tug away at any point? Wanna even discuss how Angel's chains seem to be becoming less former the bolder he becomes?

Wanna talk about how Husk was proud of Angel doing something that he'll possibly never will be able to do?

No? Oh, okay. That's fair.

Animatic I did,All the budget went to the shot :)

Pre-orders available now if you’d like to support my nugget funds :)

Ok ok, I know that the poison video shows Angel's abuse and how he gets treated like shit, but also

Tail. HE CAN HAVE A FUCKING TAIL. I must see some fanart of this otherwise I will be forced to draw it and I am very bad at drawing. Please. I beg of you Tumblr artists. Draw him with the tail.

🌈 My adoreble angel 🌈

Congratulations to @vivziepop on the release of the Hazbin Hotel pilot! What an awesome accomplishment. I’m so proud of you and everyone who worked on it. So much time and effort was put into it, and it totally shows. Thank you so much for sharing your characters and their story with us! Also, happy birthday!

Boom

Asked by @onilia-exe

Can you draw Husk and Angel ?pls

Of course !

Heyoooo ! Back from the deads ! I'm fine, I'm just back to school and becoming pretty busy :') But I still plan to draw some more !

Here are two pfps I did for my significant other and their brother Hey hey @onilia-exe and @canel-exe ! As I'll be wearing Canel's beautiful drawing of Valentino as my future Discord profile picture I wanted to repay them with one of their favourite characters, the one and only Angel Dust ! The irony :')

And I couldn't let my love not have anything, so they got to choose a character too. Here's Emily !

Hope you guys will enjoy it ~

Posted with both their consent

Headcannon: when angel wakes up his hair is sticking straight up like he’s supersane

I imagine it’s something like this, I don’t think he’s a morning person if you couldn’t tell

Headcannon: when angel wakes up his hair is sticking straight up like he’s supersane

Yoo i just read your angel dust x reader in the 40s and it was great! If you ever need to write something in italian i'll gladly translate it for you (i am italian)

Btw are your requests open? If so then can i ask for a sort-of follow up to your aforementioned post? Reader goes to hell after getting shot by angel's dad, some years pass and angel dies too but they don't know they both went to hell and assume the other one is in heaven and one day they meet again out of luck and recognize eachother after having a conversation in a bar or something like that (btw if you could refrain from calling him anthony too much it would be greatly appreciated, nothing against that it's just that my dad is named antonio and it feels kinda weird to read a fic with my dad's name lol, but if you want to call him anthony anyway i don't mind at all), thanks for reading!

If my request violated any rules please tell me so that i won't make the mistake again

You are incredible! I adore how detailed this request is. I will use as little “Anthony” as possible lol.

Angel dust x reader (1940s follow up…or part two?)

C/W: cannon typical violence, grief, loss, mildly suggestive, survivors guilt, regret, crying LOTS of emotions.

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70 years. 70 years is how long it’s been. 70 years since you have seen him. It was startling at first. You never thought you would see him again. For a while you just held eachother. You sat there, your face nuzzled in his fluff. “Oh my god I have so much to tell you.” He smiled down at you. He began to talk about the family. You didn’t listen. You just stared at him. At how beautiful he is. You held his bottom set of hands and rested your head on his chest. You’ve never seen him so happy. This beautiful man you have been waiting for him for what it feels like an eternity and he’s finally here. You are in his arms at last. “Hey are you listening?” “No. I’m not. I’m sorry but…you look so happy. I can’t help but think…I mean it’s like- my whole brain is occupied by the thought ‘holy shit…this is it. This is what I have been waiting for. What I have been wanting.’ I’ve waited seventy years, my angel.” Tears well up in both your eyes. “Oh…oh my god.” He grabs your face and pulls it up to his. He kisses you. Not a kiss full of heat, but not with any less passion. A kiss filled with love and adoration. A kiss from a man missing the love of his life for 70 years. 70 years filled with pain and agony. For a moment, he forgot his pain, suffering, trauma, and tears. You are his everything. You are the reason he wanted to hang on. The shred of hope that you might reunite. “I thought you went to heaven” he said after he pulled away. You shake your head. “Why?” You laugh pitifully “I’ve done terrible things…” he sighs. “Because you regretted it. Every time. Every time you shot or stabbed you felt horrible. You brought flowers to their graves. You cried, tha-that can’t mean nothing!” He looks confused and angry. How dare they deny the love of his life entry to paradise? You are the kind of person to cry when Bambi’s mom died every time. Without fail. You put a chocolate smile on his pancakes once! “You’re too good for this shithole, (____)…too good.” His voice shakes as he said your name. You kiss him. Comforting, passionate, painful, sweet, and loving. “If I went to heaven I would’ve never seen you again.” You looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions swirling between the two of you that night.

I think the moral of this story is that…I don’t know hold on to the people that love you.

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I cried well writing this. Any feedback is encouraged. Thank you for reading🫂

slight nsfw (?) under the vaggie ! (suggestive outfit)

you ready ?

ahh its angel dust ! But as a human ! for my bestie @lonelysillyme because he asked a while ago but I forgot to give it to them and make it in the first place haha I hope its good for y'all !

angel dust thing doodle